Everything on Planet Sin shined neon, everything but the smog that made up the atmosphere of the planet. As Leon piloted his ship down into the city, the lights first appeared as multi-colored clouds, shaded gray and brown by the pollutants. As he descended through the smog, the vibrant kaleidoscope of lights appeared sharp and defined. Advertisements and billboards. Sales pitches for drugs, prostitutes, and slaves. The names of casinos, cat houses, and teams of mercenaries for hire. Visual static. Leon treated it as such and plunged deeper into the city center. He weaved the ISXC attack ship through space scrapers and towers. Each edifice was adorned in psychedelic lights and high-definition monitors of pornographic movies and sleaze. This was the planet where every soul that came soon died.

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