Amber sprinted up to the pop up city, a civilization formed and run by aliens on one of the small amounts of unclaimed land left on Avilscure. 'Pop-ups' earned their name with how quickly they grew. This was likely due to the large number of the settlers who were persecuted while living among the natives; it was only natural that they sought a better life.

Peering through the laser barrier marking the entrance beside the tall metal walls surrounding the city, Amber could see each of the buildings was about three stories tall. The astoundingly dense civilization was packed with a multitude of people teeming throughout the streets. The noise alone was loud enough to drive any person unaccustomed to it insane. It was completely unlike the peaceful meadow just beyond the walls.

"Name and species?" the gatekeeper inquired, their violet tendrils vibrating with each word. Two towers with armed guards loomed over them, one on each side of the entrance.

"Amber Shadow, Estrel," she hastily answered. "I'm in a bit of a hurry. Are there any doctors or mechanics here? My friend is injured. He has a complex suit of armor that he needs to survive and it's badly damaged."

"We don't have any Estrels yet, please fill out this form listing relevant information about your species," the gatekeeper voiced nonchalantly, uncaring about her current situation.

"I said my friend is injured! Can't you at least call somebody to help instead of ignoring me?" Amber stormed, her arm up against the startled Voxian.

"Please, calm down," they puffed, looking up with their singular pleading eye towards the tower guards.

"Unhand him!" one of them shouted, with both of them pointing their guns at Amber.

Cursing, she released him. "Get a doctor here now, and someone who understands complex machinery as well."

"I'm not allowed to contact the inside while stationed here. The best we can do is shout at one of the guards to do it," they spoke anxiously, expecting another attack.

"Hey, idiot, my friend is injured. Can you get a doctor and someone who understands complex machines?" Amber shouted up at the guards who were closely eyeing her.

"I'll do my best," one of them responded. They then spoke into some device attached to their wrist. It was impossible to tell what they looked like with the black body armor covering them.

"The forms will only take a minute," the gatekeeper quivered, sniffling as they hesitantly held out a small tablet.

"Fine," Amber relented, yanking the device away from him. She then sat down on the grass a few feet away from the entrance, her patience wearing thin.

"We have a specialist heading your way," the guard called out; his silent companion in the other tower continued to stare at her, grasping their weapon expectantly.

"Thank you," Amber yelled back while simultaneously selecting that her species only had three biological sexes.

"Done," she groaned in relief, picking herself up and slamming the tablet back on the gatekeeper's pedestal. "Now where the hell is that doctor?" Amber shouted up at the guard.

"Any minute now," the guard called back, their hands on their hips. They were clearly agitated, but Amber didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her was Dunkar's safety.

Painstaking moments later, a hidden trapdoor opened up on the lush ground, and out walked a blue haired beast carrying a variety of equipment on their hunched back.

"Are you Amber?" they glared with their peach eyes, scratching at their fur. "I'm Tolerance."