((In previous episodes...))
Var caught a cold. It's the worst rain season for the last decades. A lightning strike in the wrong place started a fire in the high security jail, and created so much confusion that I managed to escape. I swear the planet is alive and have a sense of humor. It's been a month since I'm out.
Usually officials and rebels alike would look for escaped prisoners, but they are dealing with floods while research teams are dealing with the weather. I spent the last days in a ruined house, it almost look like a home. With junk there and there... Reminds me of Newland.
It seems that the planet changed a lot in the last years. Ex employees formed little rebel groups, and ex rebels are officials. Sol Banking still owns the place officially, but their presence is symbolic at best. Outside of the main cities, Var look like an anarchic post war zone were brute have a rendez vous with brute security.
If I knew, CARED, that I was helping a bunch of m'as tu vu bullying the world, I would have attended my management classes instead.
I thought of running away and going back to Rubi Ka. But I promised that investigator that I'll play around with Var if I'm free. I can't turn down on that!
Now to understand the purpose of that battlestation up there.