The world of the Northern scape of Skayia was a booming yukon of prosperity with the Rich veins of Jade, a powerful energy source inspiring plenty of renewable energy. Massive Copper mines pumping out electronic supplies for the Lower United Confederacy was fueling the industrialization of all that is life. However in this harsh north there is a threat and danger that surpasses the greediest miser, Tansers... infected wildlife that proceed nature's laws of a delightful cycle of life and death. The heads on the scape in the capital of an island off the coast of the LUC named Juliu was the main governing bodies meeting with a very powerful wealthy man named, Joseph Branches the CEO, founder and controlling body of the Branches Copper Mine that has so far extracted over 450 Million tons of the precious metal, but more importantly introduced 60 million tons of Jade Stone into the market boosting Skayia's wealth ten fold.<br/><br/>"Well Branchs, you truly are a wonderful assets to be having here with us today." The Governor; Horpel Croms said shaking his hand but Branchs smile was not present.<br/>"It would be true Governor, but your insolence excuse of law and order in the ports are a fucking joke. Express roads, highways, and the docks are a festering breeding ground for lowlife hacks and disgusting mouth breathing drunks to walk into my private storage to plunder what my employees worked over blood sweat and tears to bring to the LUC and prosper off of while we are left to deal with these vermin." Croms stood on his heels looking down shyly.<br/>"I assure you, we'll be getting a new Marshal to over see the Silverwood Valley to deal with the spike in crime."<br/>"You better, or I shall take matters into my own hands."<br/>"We just have so much to deal with-with-well the Tansers terrorizing the North Tundra Scape, the migration had hit and left so many up there-"<br/>"I don't care, my mine is down here... south. Where it's much more manageable." Branches stared into his eyes before turning his shoulder and letting his lawyers provide his worries for the rest of the meeting.<br/><br/>Meanwhile out in the junction town of Glendale The Valentine Gang was meeting at the Hub, a fuel, water, grocery monopoly of a business in the vast wilderness. The gang consisting of the field head, Hoss Brigs, a tall strapping man with a dark history, long black whiskers with three symmetrical scars running down from his forehead down to his chin. Charles McCarthy who was a loose cannon, wearing a bandana around his neck, several tattoos across his forearms and chest and long flowing blonde hair tied in a braid. (Your character), and the last of the main four was Daniel Neely, a sharp shooter that could knock a can off a post at 500 yards in under twelve seconds and be ready with the second round in no time flat.<br/><br/>They were invited to get some news on a job the boss was going to enlist their services for. The Hub was a clean store open all hours of the day, rows of food items, cheap prices, prized jewelry, clothing section, commodities and even a hologram vendor outside. Hoss turned to the three of them as they walked up the stairs toward the back of the store to head up to the second floor,<br/>"We should be in for a good reward after we axed the Marshal down in Silverwood." He chuckled as the four knocked on the officer.<br/>"Come on in..." Mr Valentine asked them with a grin.