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; The furnishings of the dorm, while purchased by Scatterrans, was reflective of the student’s current country of residence. Holding ten separate rooms, some of the Scatterrans from more prominent aspects of Coalition society found their residences honestly lacking. For the majority of the students however, a mixture of Soruk and Azrican young adults, the chances to study in another country greatly outweighed the lackluster residence.

“Hey, the fuck’re you watching?” Joris said as he entered the living room, for once hearing Scatterran Aenlis rather than the native language of the country. In a cooperation between the Chagos University and another Taiyou institute, an exchange of programs between the Chagos’ Institute of Astrological Sciences. A number of the other students here with Joris were Astrology majors.

“Huh? Nothin’, just Brittlewood.” Another student remarked, looking over the couch for a moment and then turning back to the television screen. Joris narrowed his eyes at the screen and then clapped his hands together.

“Oh man, did you get to the part where the Commander throws a kid into the ion jet?”

“Hey, hey guys! You gotta’ see this, there’s a bunch a fuckin’ gangbangers in the street! It’s like that one movie ... what’d they call it ... “