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Aekea

Location:

--The city of Aekea is the center of the Gaian robotics industry, and one of the few places where robots and prosthetic humans can reside legally. The entire city lies in a huge canyon that is mined extensively, the ground contains a wealth of minerals that are nowhere near depletion despite the extensive mining, most notably high quality iron ores.

People:

--Aekea is a diverse city, populated by an even mixture of humans, bots, prosthetic humans, and meta-humans, with a scattering of other races from all across Gaia. Many of the cities humans actually live in Barton and transit to the city by rail during the workday, so there is a constant flux of people in and out of the city.

--The robot population is confined to the city proper, they are forbidden to leave. The same condition is placed on prosthetic humans, but due to their deceptive structure they have managed to come and go as they please. Gaian authorities have checked this problem by requiring all prosthetic humans to wear special tags, clearly visible. Laws have also been passed to make sure that synthetic and prosthetic humans are so constructed as to contain flaws that give away their non-organic status. Many of these laws are put in place due to an agreement with the other cities of the Gaian Republic.

--The Meta-human population is divided between hard working citizens trying to live a normal life as best they can and those who use their powers to subvert law enforcement by running a black market aimed at selling bots and illegal prosthetic modifications.

--There are a scattering of elves, dwarves, drow and other races residing in Aekea, these are usually specialist in their fields, here to do a job ordinary human workers can't handle properly.

The people of Aekea live in the very same factories where they work for the most part, few afford private sheds and far fewer live in densely packed apartments, as the city has no truly residential or commercial district to speak of.


Resources:

--Aekea is famous for the Factory Outlet, which produces furniture and tile that is renowned across all Gaia. The furniture produced ranges from high-scale to affordable items for the most meager budget.

--Construction equipment in produced on a massive scale, with lumber cut from the forests to the north and imported from forests all around Gaia.

--Mining is what drove the industrialization of Aekea and is still a dominating resource in the city economy. Massive quantities of Iron-ore, anthracite coal, lead, copper, tin, and bauxite are mined from Aekean mines daily. The Aekean mines are also a source of precious metals such as gold, silver, titanium, tungsten, platinum, cobalt, and uranium. New quantities of recoverable minerals are still found every month within the city's borders. Quary work has also produced useful stones for cement and building purposes.

--Low tech manufacturing of every kind is to be found in Aekea, mostly in the southern industrial sector.

--Robotics, Aekea is a leader in the field of Robotics, the finest parts for bots and prosthetics are manufactured in this city. Most of the robots manufactured these days are heavy duty industrial bots, but bots for all types of purposes are manufactured, from sales bots to card dealing bots. Other nations actually fear the rising technical superiority of the Gaian Republic.

--Weapons, To appease the other nations, the Gaian Republic has forbidden the manufacture of weapons in Aekea due to fear of arming the bots and prosthetic humans. Weapons grade cybernetics is also forbidden

--On a side note, the industrial nature of the Aekea has made it the worst offender concerning in pollution of all kinds. Smog from Aekea has been known to wipe out wildlife in the northern forests. Commuters to the city have often complained that the smog makes the city look as if a massive explosion was wiping the city off the map.

Districts:

The Northern Industrial District- This district is the wealthiest district of Aekea, the factories here are into high tech fields such as robotics, aerospace, electronics, and program development. This sector of the city is overwhelmingly robotic or prosthetic mine workers in demographic, the humans who live or work here are found here are very to moderately wealthy. A vast majority of the city's bars and shops are attached to the industries in this district.

The Central Industrial District- Composed primarily of depots for the transport and refinement of industrial equipment. This sector of the city holds the highest percentage of middle class human workers. The west side of the Central district is actually a small residential zone composed of houses for wealthy industrialists who need to spend extra time in the city, and can be considered a separate segment of Aekea itself. The headquarters of the of Mercenary League Tactical Force is located in a refurbished warehouse here.

The Southern Industrial District- A mosh pit of low tech industries and industrial waste dumps. The population is about evenly mixed between poor human workers and low level industrial bots.

The Sewers- Aekea's sewers are specially designed to handle highly toxic industrial waste. Only Robots and prosthetic humans live below Aekea, as they are the only ones who can survive in the toxic environment.

Defenses:

--A defensive wall wraps the exterior of the inner city. It was not designed to keep invaders out, but to keep the bots in. The perimeter is now patrolled by dully named Aekean Defense Garrison (DDG), a mix off humans and meta-humans, as bots are forbidden from owning weapons. The wall is mounted with hidden high caliber cannon & missile launchers at strategic locations, which retract from their holes during an invasion or assault. The wall also contains hidden air defenses.

--Also, A base of the Gaian Military is located not far from the city southeast corner of the city, and a division is kept on hand there, considering the value of this city. The empire is always watching events in the Gaian Republic

The Rumored Darkness:

--It is rumored that illegal weapons manufacturing, cyborg processing, bio-mechanical engineering, biological experiments, and other illegal industry takes place in secret facilities all across Aekea, but especially in the less policed Southern Industrial District.

Colonel Dameon LeGarax sighed softly as he slowly made his rounds in his assigned area that night. A slightly chilly breeze filled the night air, but he didnt feel it. He never felt it. As one of the few Meta-humans in the DDG, he found himself in a unique situation. Mainly, one of, at worst, complete hatred, or best, distrust. It was human nature to distrust anything different or that they didnt understand, and as of yet, no one understand the majority of metahumans. Because of this....and his reputation for being a little hotheaded... no one wanted to work with him, and he enjoyed it that way. No one to get in his way, no one depending on him...tonight, his path took him by a small little tavern in the Southern district. Most DDG personel didnt venture down here, but of course, he got stuck with this detail. He stopped to scrape some unknown goop of the bottom of his shoe, then casually walked up to the front door, just one of probably many useless stops for the night. He pushed open the front door with a heavy sigh of exasperation, taking in all the inhabitants with a glance.

Across the smoke laden expanse of the bar, a pair of pale eyes followed the newcomer as he made his way in. The eyes glinted with amusement as they recognized the air the man held, obviously he was some sort of authority around these parts. It was no worry to him however, even if the man knew they were killers, it would be of little use trying to arrest a tavern full of armed men.

He lazily blew a ring of smoke up into the foggy air, enjoying the chance to relax for once. The life of an avatara was rarely so calm-spent.

Damien is sitting at a table across from where the newcomer and the old man sat. He nervously glances discreetly through his electronic eye at the newcomer and at the old man hoping that the newcomer would not cause any trouble. When he heard the newcomer speak Damien started visibly relaxing confident that although the man appeared to be part of the DDG, he will not attempt to take on the whole tavern. Damien knew that he may get in trouble due to his cybernetic eye which is military grade quality but he doubt most would attempt to take his eyes away. Damien opens a hole over his mouth in the mask covering his face to take a drink of his beer and waits to listen to the conversation though electronic sound amplification device embedded in the mask that connects into his ear.

Dameon smiled brightly, leaning in a bit closer. The old man was good at what he did, and it seemed that one of the things he did was lie. There was something here that had him jumpy, and he didnt need to hear a tone of voice to determine that. His psychic aura was well out of line, and when he had told that bold-faced lie, his aura had spiked momentarily. And he had a feeling that it had something to do with the odd group in the corner. He hated having to do this, but he found more often than not that intimidation and bribary worked well with these folks...seemed the more gold you offered, the more guts they gained.

"My business here really isnt any of your concern old timer, but let me ask...you wouldnt be lying to the DDG would you? You know, there are often penalties metted out for those that lie to the authorities. On the other hand, information and cooperation is often....rewarded. Now, tell me. Who are those men in the corner? When did they get here?"

The old man smiled, surprised the younger man could read him at all. He stopped polishing the gun and laid the rag down, staring the officer straight down his nose.

"Well puttin' it that way don't change a darn thing now don't it? All i gots is a hunch 'bout those ruffians over there, nuthin' more. As for when they got here, I'd say 'bout an hour or so. No less. Now as fer you, I'd suggest you leave safe and sound. Even an officer like ya' should understand one man ain't a match fer a gang o' killers.."

"Well my old friend, then I can say quite assuridly that you have never met an officer like me."

With confidence not shaken in the least by old man, he strode over to the table, his bodt temperature already beginning to rise. Not enough to be completely noticed, but just enough to make it clear that he was not one to screw around with. He stopped at the table, scanning all the occupants of the dirty wodden surface.

"Evening gentelmen. If you would be so kind as to show me some identification? And I mean immediately."

Entering the bar right behind the man named Gear, Snow pushed open the doors ending up facing the man's back.

Snow had his katana at his left hip sheathed, he carried his micro-uzi machine pistols inside his long black robe that reached the ground, and finally his MP5A3 with retractable stock. He was wearing his dark glasses even though he was inside. He had white hand wraps completely covering both of his hands. He even had a straw hat on his head.

Snow glanced around watching the growing tension, so he steped next to the man near the door.

"Is there a problem, sir? If you need any help I'd be glad to help." He said this so only the man at the door could hear him.