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Post by Baku on May 3, 2019 22:54:48 GMT
The Guangsho District of the 181st floor may not have seemed like much to outsiders, but to those that lived within, it was home. The district itself was mostly zoned residential and industrial, smoke billowing from factories that surprisingly provided an honest living wage for those that worked them, the factories themselves producing the drones that kept the lower levels and core while others provided the technology to keep the higher floors running smoothly. Housing was built from sturdy materials, the insides as comforting as they could get without being as lavish as the upper districts. The only division between home and industry was a long strip of shops and eateries in the middle, a hospital on one end with a guard HQ at the other.
Nestled within this strip of entertainment was The Dralgor's Head Tavern, a multi-storied facility that held a bar and club as its centerpiece. The floors above it were sound-proofed, rooms and suites for those visiting or people that had a bit too much to drink downstairs. The building, however, did hide its fair share of secrets...
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Post by Baku on May 3, 2019 23:11:30 GMT
As the elevator slowed to a stop, Kiyu would be the first to stand and look to the other two with him.
"I'd recommend stowing your weapons. The area we're about to enter is very close to residential zoning, and the local guard-post doesn't take kindly to hostiles..."
He'd warn the duo as he grasped a part of his chest, still bleeding energon slowly as he poked his helm out of the door of the elevator once it was fully opened. The shaft went straight up and down from the ceiling of the level, the area illuminated by lighting on the 'ceiling' that mimicked the natural sunlight that at one point had shone in the district before the floors above it were built.
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Post by Backbeat on May 9, 2019 4:59:30 GMT
Backbeat opens a warp and starts stuffing the groups weapons into it as he stands up. He was sore all over, but knew his compatriots needed medical attention quickly. Closing the warp with a clap of his hands he walked forward.
' Alright... where we going? '
He stretches as he stepped into the light. His inbuilt comms systems alerting him to about 30 missed messages. 3 job offers, 5 trade notifications, and 23 messages from... Backbeat freezes in sheer horror.
' Ugh... not now... '
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Post by sarune on May 19, 2019 16:20:28 GMT
Her frame failing from the backlash of exiting stasis-lock before she had actually recovered, Fallout was barely holding up as she held herself against the wall of the elevator. It's presence firm against numb sensors, it's reassuring strength was all that kept her standing as the world around her continued to swim across her strained optics. Surrounded by two allies though her pride wouldn't let her fall, at least not yet as she tried to pull herself up to her full height. She stumbled then, her crippled body unable to sustain her weight as her legs crumpled under the strain, she barely caught the side of the elevator door rather than falling face first.
It took all her effort then to stay like that, pressed against the door with one digit jamming against the locks, not that she trusted the door to remain open even then. She wasn't foolish enough to let her helm linger against two crushing weights.
With the elevator door open though it was easy to see the new district, at least when she raised her helm to look out. Vision blurring then as her processor tried to catch up with the information her damaged sensors where sending, Fallout could tell even then the place was cleaner than the Demora District. The lack of bodies was a good hint to begin with, though that didn't stop her staring at the smaller details, the way the small pieces of litter looked out of place as though an affront to the street rather than just another part of the environment.
In the distance she could hear the life and bustle of a successful district, so different from her home she almost felt bitter. For centuries now she'd lived in the decay of her home watching as it crumbled even further. She wondered if the smoke billowing overhead was as toxic as that which came from the factories her people had abandoned. A chuckle ran through her then, slamming into her body in a way that made her amusement grow dark, she'd forgotten why she avoided the upper districts.
Kiyu didn't have to warn her carrying weapons was a bad idea.
She kept her weapon close all the same, though she was nice enough to hide it.
"Just what I've always wanted, a peaceful neighbourhood." Their was no longing in her voice then, long dried up such thoughts had passed and gone.
Exiting the elevator with careful steps, her optics watched for danger. She wasn't foolish enough to let her guard down now.
Her energon dripped onto the walkway from far too many wounds as she turned her helm to Kiyu.
"Let's get this scrap over with."
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Post by Baku on May 19, 2019 16:35:56 GMT
Nodding his helm to Fallout, Kiyu would understand her thoughts about places like this if she voiced them. He was just glad to be out of the smelting pits for now... He was just about to speak before Backbeat's horror caught his attention.
"Mate, I'd recommend saving that for the drive. You're the least damaged out of the three of us, and luckily, while outward weaponry is frowned upon, the people that call this area home understand if you have weaponry due to your vehicular function... Some of them are old retirees from war-torn areas, if you're wanting to shoot the scrap later while we're getting fixed up..." Kiyu informed the two as he stepped out into the light, looking off down the commerce part of the district as he tried to get his bearings, closing his optics as he was getting a signal from where they needed to be.
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Post by Backbeat on May 27, 2019 5:50:13 GMT
Backbeat closes his comm system as he looks round at the city, the far more welcoming streets put him a bit at ease, but he still was aware of how fleeting that was.
' We got a doc in mind? Hopefully one close by... '
He looks in the window of nearby shops eyeing the alien merchandise as they walk. Backbeat chuckles... While he was he least wounded, he had ended up exerting the most energy... He was exhausted.
' Heck, I'd even take an medical student at this point... '
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Post by sarune on Jun 7, 2019 20:46:40 GMT
"Kiyu said he knew someone." She responded, harsher than intended. Fallout wanted to shrug then, deflecting her worries of where they where being taken and how her lack of control was grating, but her body failed her as pistons creaked yet remained motionless. Her frames escalating problems, continuing to remind her that she wasn't in the clear, as though the constant pain wasn't enough. "It better be nearby."
She didn't want to point out that her frame was running on fumes. Her time on floor fifty-five had long ingrained a habit of hiding weakness, this walk wasn't any different then as she continued to move forward. The patter of her steps against the ground at once sounding worryingly heavy as she struggled to control the force of her movements, while at the same time depressingly light as though the limbs where attached to someone else far away.
The former Demora resident didn't shake her head even as her vision swam, she charged forward.
"Are we going or not?"
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Post by Baku on Jun 18, 2019 0:36:43 GMT
"An actual doctor is who I'm taking us to... Just trust me on his whereabouts." Kiyu instructed as he walked forward. Lucky for them, it wasn't that far of a walk from the elevators to the center of the commerce area. At the corner of the crossroads sat several shops, but the most noticeable of all was a large tavern-like structure. Kiyu would motion for them to follow him in, moving under the swinging doors since he was short enough before walking into the bar area of the first floor.
The bar itself was rather spacious, stairs in one corner leading up to what was labeled as resting floors, more than likely for those that were too drunk to make it home safely. The patrons seemed to be of various shapes and sizes, as well as species. Some minded their own business when the trio came in, others glanced at them every now and again. Kiyu walked over to the bar and clambered his way up a ladder that seemed to have been made for smaller beings like himself to get on top of the counter space. At it, a larger bartender that almost looked like a bouncer was cleaning out a cube. The bartender saw Kiyu and raised an optic ridge behind their mask before speaking.
"Kiyu, you look like scrap... What'll you be havin' today?" The larger mech asked before Kiyu nodded to them.
"The usual shot of a kick to the kiester, with a side of some sezium salami..." Kiyu responded back before jumping down from the counter, looking to his two companions before motioning for them to follow him.
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Post by Backbeat on Jun 21, 2019 0:14:54 GMT
' An actual doctor? Fancy... '
Backbeat chuckles as they enter in to the bar. He nods at a few of the patrons he knew from previous adventures or former business associates. He follows as Kiyu and Fallout walk into the backroom. Backbeat keeps an eye on the crowd inside the bar as he follows along. While most went back to their business, a few seemed to decide to the strange goings on where something entertaining enough to spectate. Backbeat smirks behind his face plate at his two friends.
' Eventually we'll find a bar that's just a bar. '
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Post by sarune on Jul 3, 2019 21:36:37 GMT
Fallout found staying awake difficult enough with all her attention divided between avoiding stasis-lock and continuing to walk in the right direction. If she'd been forced to speak then she knew something would have failed, whether it be her mouth or her legs, even now it was a close thing. The ex-gang member didn't have any illusions that if the walk to the bar had been even twice as long she wouldn't have lasted. For once though luck had been in her favour.
After the last few hours it was an unusual feeling that even now had her on edge. Only made worse because she didn't possess the energy to react to it. Her entire frame felt heavy in a way difficult to describe as though running on the very last drops of energon in her system. Not a pleasant feeling when she remembered the feeling of bleeding out before a patch job had welded her wounds shut. She grimaced then even as her optics tried to look up and track the patrons of the bar, not that she had much success with the way her helm just wanted to sink into the ground.
Stasis-lock was sounding more and more tempting now as she heard more than saw the meeting between Kiyu and the bartender.
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Post by Baku on Jul 5, 2019 1:37:04 GMT
Kiyu hadn't lost the urgency of the situation in the short amount of time it took for them to go into a back corridor, running up to what looked to be a dead-end rather quickly before a panel in the wall shifted, a door opening up from the wall with a blinding amount of light coming from within. A tall, aerial-built mech of green instantly answered the opening panel from the other side.
"Come, quickly! Get your friend in here now! Everything is ready!" The mech called out to Kiyu and Backbeat, the smaller mech moving to get behind Fallout and push her onward into the bright room with surprising strength. "You heard the pain in the aft, move it!"
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Post by Backbeat on Jul 21, 2019 1:13:16 GMT
Backbeat assists the doc in moving the patient to the operating theater. Trying to quickly move Fallout while avoiding putting too much pressure on the wounds.
' I'll take the meatball surgery with the side of fries... '
He would then back up to give the doc room.
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