A Peak Behind The Curtain, Part One [Quest]
May 20, 2020 15:54:23 GMT
Thalia Melpomene and Gala Levinlaw like this
Post by Leonhardt on May 20, 2020 15:54:23 GMT
Midgar. A bloated leech born of corporate greed and nepotism; mako capital of the world. The sun had long set over Midgar but the city never truly slept, pushing back against the night by snatching the stars from the sky to trapping them in street lamps, replacing them with names and faces on posters and billboards. At the crust of this rotting pizza stood the Mako Reactors, each a monument to profit, no matter the cost. The acrid yet sweet chemical smell of Mako hung think in the air, even here in Sector 4, a high-density residential sector.
In the Ultros Boulevard station, the Perimeter Line train had rolled to a stop, announcing its presence with a hiss and a cloud of steam, filling the air with heat and humidity as the passenger doors opened to allow its occupants to exit. The roadways were lined with block apartment complexes, the only way to make room when the populations Sectors 1 through 3 boomed. Even now Shin-Ra continues to build upwards, each brick a threat to shorten the life of the planet. This design, however, was a blessing in disguise. A veritable maze of back alley, narrow passages, and roof access ladders, hid their intended route to Mako Reactor 4.
In an alley adjacent to the station, two Shin-Ra grunts were tossed in a heap, lying atop a bed of industrial black bags soggy cardboard, unconscious. The first that’d encountered. The smell of rotted food and garbage did little to assuage the continuous assault on the nose.
“Take their radios. Might be useful.”
The deep, bassy monotone was followed by the slight hissing of burning paper and tobacco, Leonhardt’s attempt to make the air around him a little less unpleasant, to little, wasteful effect. He sighed, expelling a cloud of white smoke from his lungs. At least it will keep the flies away. Silver linings. A black and grey duffel bag was held tightly in his left hand, filled with the tools he would most likely need to infiltrate the the reactor grounds.
“Everyone know what to do?”
Gala Levinlaw SWITCH
In the Ultros Boulevard station, the Perimeter Line train had rolled to a stop, announcing its presence with a hiss and a cloud of steam, filling the air with heat and humidity as the passenger doors opened to allow its occupants to exit. The roadways were lined with block apartment complexes, the only way to make room when the populations Sectors 1 through 3 boomed. Even now Shin-Ra continues to build upwards, each brick a threat to shorten the life of the planet. This design, however, was a blessing in disguise. A veritable maze of back alley, narrow passages, and roof access ladders, hid their intended route to Mako Reactor 4.
In an alley adjacent to the station, two Shin-Ra grunts were tossed in a heap, lying atop a bed of industrial black bags soggy cardboard, unconscious. The first that’d encountered. The smell of rotted food and garbage did little to assuage the continuous assault on the nose.
“Take their radios. Might be useful.”
The deep, bassy monotone was followed by the slight hissing of burning paper and tobacco, Leonhardt’s attempt to make the air around him a little less unpleasant, to little, wasteful effect. He sighed, expelling a cloud of white smoke from his lungs. At least it will keep the flies away. Silver linings. A black and grey duffel bag was held tightly in his left hand, filled with the tools he would most likely need to infiltrate the the reactor grounds.
“Everyone know what to do?”
Gala Levinlaw SWITCH
