>>5304053Far below the streets you had explored and down into the under-city. Right into the heart. A massive cargo bay was littered with men, machines moving long crates and vehicles. Security forces armed and alert. They don't move to stop you, their eyes focusing more on the bipedal death machine that led you. The space was cyclopean, the colossal Interior a overwhelming expanse. Even birds swooped and chirped high above. The walls seemingly climb up above forever, vanishing into gloom. Only sporadically being illuminated by drones or warning lights. It stretched out further, beyond any estimation. You began to wonder just how far down you were. Either end of the station area was open to the elements, cold wind carrying with it the smell of the gutter and putrid chemical exhausts. Railway tracks creep out into Kahva, the silver lines glittering wetly as rain pours in through open bay doors.
You were so far under the city the idea of rain seemed unlikely, for all you knew it was more likely to be run off from cooling systems or other industrial machines above. Ten rows of large curved nosed trains sat nestled within the massive space, it was an impressive sight. The station hummed with life as men, women and machines in high visibility jackets worked to load, unload, check, recheck, unsecure and re-secure cargo. Even in The Something Wicked It would take you a few good minutes to run from one end to the other. "Impressive, No? We'll be riding on the Stava Military Line. She is called the Vilhena IV Express. It is the third train along, but first we will have to load your Phobos." As if by some untold fold of luck or perfect planning as the robotic words reach you one of the gargantuan walls nearest to you begins to wail, followed with a loud hiss and numerous pops as the wall begins to slide apart.
A long crease suddenly forming in the once seamless material. You saw your weapon, painted a sandy gold by the strobing emergency lighting. Something Wicked was held between multiple docking arms that fastened down onto a towable base. Secure for transportation the Xeno construction was hauled by heavy duty moving vehicles, large eight wheeled haulers. Behind the Rapier type you can only just make out another Phobos waiting its turn in the gloom to be loaded up. The Over-Marshal waves to the drivers and operators as most of the staff come to a halt, waiting and watching the large combat suit move across the station platform. Herr Stumpfegger leads you across a metal walkway and onto the long armoured train. Through multiple hatched doorways you walk, the crew and staff regarding you with salutes.
