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These sewers were built onto rather than upgraded, wealthy owners couldn't risk shutting down the profitable factories for even a second. Thus the sewers are a mess of pipes crisscrossing here and there, making movement a hassle at best. Some pipes are brand new, other's rusty with quite a few leaks, and some outright broken. Whatever isn't slimy is likely jagged, making this a dangerous place to traverse

• Exit at District of Steel.
  
• Exit at The Worker's Rest.
  
• Follow a hole in the wall to Palace Sewers.
  

"Alright, I don't foresee many problems."

Spooky looked down at his compass before heading forward, insuring they were going in the right direction. The smell was slightly less overpowering as a result of his wrap, but still, it wasn't roses and perfume. He his vision wasn't hampered all that much; granted he could only use one eye at the moment to see properly. The soldier shifted through the waste running along his boots and tripped slightly within the first few moments. Ouch. Okay, he was going to have to his step. Staring straight ahead probably wasn't the best thing but rather keeping a close eye on the path ahead and shouting out where to watch themselves as he kept going on.

"God damn rich bastards.

That was when he mouthed into his headset.

"Watch your step, these assholes made this place user unfriendly. Pipes and s**t everywhere."

That was all he had to mutter in order to encapsulate how he felt about the upper class in this empty city.

Spooky looked back and noticed Ryke standing there waiting for/talking to Ebris. He heard the word contact over the headset and stopped in his tracks. Rather than just look back, he turned around completely. Shouldering his rifle and beginning to step back towards the open manhole without forestalling, even if he did trip again. Standing a few yards off, he looked up at the opening and raised his rifle, ready to fire or climb back up there if something happened.

"Hold."

"Name's Ebris - and that's fine. Ain't got time for life stories."

And with Shouyin going down, Ebris began to clamber down himself, his muscular bulk causing the bars of the ladder to groan under their weight. Ebris holstered his Carnosaur temporarily to reach up and seal the lid nearby tight over the manhole. They were leaving the other two operatives behind, but Ebris didn't give a rath - more money for them!

Ebris plopped down into the darkness and sniffed the air - ahh, smelled like they were heads-first into a grox rectum. Lovely.

"Can't see grod down here, cap'n!" The bounty hunter cursed for not bringing any sort of Image Intensification gear. Sure, his eyes were adjusting to the darkness somewhat, but yeah. Improvisation time. Reaching into one of his coat pockets, Ebris yanked out a large lighter and proceeded to press down on the lever.

Poor-as-grod man's light source.

"Ain't no one say a Throne-damned rathin' word," he grumbled, yanking out his right Carnosaur again. Time to get moving.

"We've been dawdling, c'mon."

It didn't matter to him a whole lot who the other person was. After all, they hadn't been acquainted nearly all that much with any of the people here.

Spooky lowered his rifle slightly and began back down the sewers. Leading them forward again, as he had already backtracked once, he didn't plan on it again. The man was getting disgruntled that they had to sit around this long for no apparent reason, beyond grouping up. He prayed, for the sake of everyone down there, that all the folks above ground were still slugging it out with various exploding items and such.

Time to hurry the hell up.

Exit to District of Steel.

TINK!

Chen lands onto a few of the pipes from above, holding both of his guns upwards at ready. He saw the metallic skeletons standing guard, his confirmation....well confirmed. Taking a deep breath, he lowers his head as he begins to walk calmly down the pipes, using his senses to hone on where the source of the anti field was coming from. And so as he walks, he begins to say a passage from one of the books he read: Lenhaand's Pitiful Lament.

"Oh, how pitiful is this world! A sad pit in the sour peach of the Universe, a shadowy figment of a mad man's fevered dreams! That there should be so many of them, crawling over each other as rats do, ignorant of the Great Light that shines on so few!

Oh, that they should act such fools! Running to and fro, believing in one thousand false gods who would lead them astray, demand worship and sacrifice while offering nothing of merit! If this land called Gaia be a ship, then let us praise She Who Gives Us Life that we alone possess a life raft!

May She rule forever that our descendants never know the Despair of the Outside! For nine-hundred years we have held this land our home, and for nine-hundred years she has given us fertile crops to feed us and gentle soil on which to stand. Had our ancestors known of the Greatest Gift of All, surely they would have danced in the streets for joy, for the wond'rous land that once merely fed us gave us the Benevolent Ruler, Azhralani the Beautiful, Azhralani the Just, Azhralani-Goddess-Of-Four-Hundred-Years-And-Forever-More, that we may never again know separation from Our True God, that we may never know the despair that grasps all else in Gaia.

Praise Forever to Azhralani, Our God-Queen! May She Stand Watch Over Us Four Hundred More Generations! "

You could pretty much say, he was a workshipper of Azhralani now. She taught him a few things he did not know of today. It made him a better person, officer, and overall, made him value more that of people's beliefs, for he was not much of a religious person....until now.

If one were to look closer, they would see that the scarf Chen wore was actually the silk tapestry he got from the Palace Dome, another way to show how his views had changed. Aiming his gun forward in a swift manner, the reflections of the robots shine upon the shades on his face, having replaced his goggles with them as his preference.

"Sorry, guys."


And with a pull of the trigger, he sends out the bullets, aiming them at head level of each of the three skeletons, continuing to walk. As much as a blockade as there was, he was going to get to that man one way or another.

Shot after shot came, sending more bullets toward the ones they lept over. Because they were moving, he couldn't do like a marksman and fire three perfect shots, so needed to create more of a spread effect to get a better chance at shooting them in the head. The fire from his pistols lit up the place, flashing across his shades, as he continues to walk, moving a bit faster now, placing some looseness to the movement of his feet. For each skeleton that fell, he was feeling a grieve in his heart for the souls that were being forged into these beings. It was rough, but as an officer, you dealt with death everyday. He was conditioned mentally.