Yun
Our World Is Worth Fighting For
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The routine was simple. Watch over the land, make sure the people were safe, keep an eye out for any Aura users. In this routine, a lot of unexpected things happened, especially within Eastern Terran territory. People's grievances with the Aura community was deeply rooted from the time of the war on Old Earth, long before Sera's time - she knew that almost nothing can change rooted history. But, tolerance could be bred within distrust. The majority of the people who knew of Aura users did not know where they lived or who they were.
You could thank the Aura Gatherers for that. Their continuous work over a period of a few centuries made it so that the Aura community had some sort of leniency; feeding, clothing, and caring for lost Aura users was the smallest of their tokens to society. Sera, in particular, worked hard to achieve a high-ranking position within the Sweeper class of Gatherers. Holding her pistol in her hand and dressed in her normal Gatherer attire - consisting of all black leather jacket and capri pants with various pockets for holding her ammunition, she stood atop a high roof overlooking the Grand Bazaar. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel like some sort of superhero. "If only there was something to do, here," she muttered to herself.
She began to wonder if anyone else with the Gatherers were on patrol as well. She'd heard that a senior agent ( @smaug85
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