DOTLAN EveMaps

Your eyes open groggily. You immediately recognize the familiar glare of a clonebay. But there is something else. Armed guards stand nearby, their black uniforms glinting smartly with crimson trim. You cannot help but admire the omnipresent submachine guns, which (more than any spaceship) form the quintessential basis of the Democratic People's Republic. Yes, you are already beginning to remember, and you know exactly where you are: the high-security zone. "Ugh...." You groan, wishing that you could return to a blissful slumber. You close your eyes again and silently wonder: why has she brought you here?