“I need a Smoke…”
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A Few Minutes Passed, and Jeanne had gotten back to her Feet, and Slowly Made her way down the Building, Pain stinging through her body as she walked through the Crowded street. Fights were still in the midst, and yet the Tall Sniper simply walked past it all, Not a single one paid attention to Pompadoured Woman. They were too caught up in their own fights. She even walked past marines as she walked up to the Morray Array and Stuck some of the Explosive putty used in her Ammo onto the Glass with a Fuse sticking out of it.
She put a hand on the glass. One of the Eels with its large wide eyes and Slack jaw full of Teeth looked to her Hand. “Sorry ‘bout this…”
There was really no other way to shut down the whole thing and risk it coming back on
As Jeanne walked back through the streets, her legs felt utterly like jelly. Chyros Agents rushed up to the tank in a final realization of what happened. Only to be blown back by a small explosion!
A small hole formed in the glass, Cracks flowing out from around it causing water to rush out of the Tank, Lowering the Water Level below the level necessary for the Electricity to be transferred.
“Now…Let's go find the Others…”
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Kále had gotten lost.
The Winding city streets bent his mind just as they did the path that he took! It took a good 30 minutes just to reach a point that made him realize that he was finally at his destination. In the middle of a Street sat another encampment of Revolters. They looked far worse than the last group that the Crew had come across at the top of the stairs. Bodies of dead revolters with bandages and bright crimson stains littered parts of the ground, along with people that wore tattered clothes with chains on their wrists, ankles, and necks.
One of the revolters recognized Kále and stood to his feet, alerting those around him! “Hey look! It’s one of the Pirates from Arid!” Kále came to a stop and scratched his head lazily “This the Mine?”
“Yeah! You finally made it!” Said a man wielding a broken sword. The Blade seemed cleanly cut.
“Well…Not exactly.” Spoke another Revolter. “The mines Just over there” She spoke turning over her shoulder and pointing to a street corner “But there's a crazy Swordswoman over there. Keeping us from advancing. She’s already killed dozens of us!”
The Notion of a Swordswoman Intrigued the First Mate. Causing him to Raise an Eyebrow as he crossed his arms “Swordswoman?”
“Yeah! She's nuts…We can’t seem to get a single shot on her! Even the strongest man with us, Sahara, was cut down like nothing!” The man pointed with a finger. A body was near them, he was tall and had a bandana covering his mouth that was originally Yellow, but now had a large splotch of red from blood in the lungs. He was bisected in two.
“Yeah. And we’ve barely gotten any of the slaves out of there too.” The Revolter said, pointing to the group of Slaves on the ground. Some of the other revolters trying hard to get the chains off.
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“If you can, you gotta get rid of her…And then we can get in there and get everyone out!” Pleaded the leading revolter.
Kále looked around, and nodded his head “Alright.”
With that he walked towards the street that the Revolters avoided. “Hey wait! You’re not just going to go in there alone right?!” Kále didn’t answer and simply walked down the street.
The Mines were denoted by the large pipes that fed out of the ground and back into the earth like burrowing worms, crates that were being moved by frail-looking citizens with chains around their feet, large buildings that seem to be reworked and remodeled just for housing slaves as huge smoke stacks rose high into the sky like spires, their ends puffing the deep emerald smog into the sky, constantly building to the layer of smog that blocks the sun
The Sandstone Buildings were unrecognizable in comparison to the rest of the City. Gone were the intricate and passionate paintings of the walls, which were now scraped away into barren husks of their former selves.
Even during this entire war. Slaves still worked, some sat on the ground amongst the madness, others seemed to just stand still. Staring into the sky as though their minds were broken and lost Men, Women, Children. Young and Elderly. They all worked. They all were here. The only things covering their bodies were rags, and even then some of them weren’t allowed the decency to cover their breasts or genitals.
The sight sent images through Kále, it reminded him of the view that the cage he was kept in on Mirror Ball all that time ago. It caused a look of Frustration to come over his face as he began his pace once more!
The swordsman ran up to one of the Slaves and Spoke to them as best he could “Are you okay?”
The Young looking man simply looked to Kále, and then back to the crate he held, and continued to walk to a wagon that sat a few feet away. Kále breathed through his nose and unsheathed Kikumori and Dashed at the Wooden wagon! Bringing down his blade he swiftly cut it in two with enough force that the remaining parts splintered!
“Get out of here!” Kále said in a frustrated tone, pointing his sword to the Slave and then to the clear getaway. His lips curled into a look of irritation as he raised his sword, and brought it down! He attempted to cut the steel chains of the cuffs! But only a shallow cut was put into the chains as his sword bounced back
“What the hell!” The action caused the Slave to recoil and cower, raising his hands as he fell to the ground. Kále looked confusedly at Kikumori. “I could’ve sworn I sharpened this thing…”
But before he could question it further, he heard a yell reverberate through the air! And as he looked up! A woman with her arm pulled across her chest, sword in hand, ready to strike Kále!