#toenforce

Was this it? Was this really the Satellite his father had grown up in? It looked like it had just come out of a war... Still, it was interesting, a stark contrast to the Satellite 25 years later he knew, which was as modern as Neo Domino. He sort of liked this rustic feel. It made a nice change from Neo Domino which was all upper-class and completely anti-violence. Certainly not a city for Psychic Duelists, especially ones with problems controlling their powers and psychopathic tendencies, like him. Things to be wary of, Sector Security. He had difficult getting along with the NDPD,  and from he heard Sector Security were stricter and harsher, Satellite being a near police state. Also, Duel Gangs. Still, he could take them down. Their Decks had no real strategy apart from Power. A far cry from his own Timelord Deck. Speaking, or rather thinking of which, 4 people were converging on his position, probably due to his designer clothes and generally moneyed appearance. Saburo liked his designer clothes. They were what he spent his money on, he didn’t need to upgrade his Deck and he was not old enough to Turbo Duel. He turned to the 4 men, deciding to play ball. “Can I help you?” He asked tartly, long black hair falling upon his white, cashmere cardigan. “Well, there are a few things of yours we want...” The apparent leader snickered, the four activating their Duel Disks. “Sorry, not feeling particularly charitable. Go to hell.” He spat back, activating his Duel Disk. Jack’s eyes widen as he hears screams, you all arrive to 4 unconscious bodies, the gang you had planned to Duel, he turns to you. “Team Satisfaction... Continuing your little white knight crusade?” He asked, looking at his immaculately manicured nails. “What the hell happened to them?” Yusei asked, angrily. “They wanted my Deck and Clothes, I showed them what happened when you threaten me...” Saburo said as he finished returning his Hand and Field to the Deck, before de-activating the white and gold Neo Domino Duel Disk.