>>5327905>>5328492>>5328536After gruelingly long pushes, the tanks tumbles down, causing a flood of liquids of varying viscosity to saturate the machines and floor.
The once warm machines are stomped by the tanks, bursting open metal parts and rope. The surface of such things no longer produce the heat, and smoke soon fades away.
The group don’t stay there for long. The loud crash of those tanks will bring the workers there soon, and handling them and the automatons would be difficult.
Only way is up. The fifth station sits just above the fourth, slightly above the water level. The last station is indicated by those red cloth that the wind blows.
Actually… as the group climbs up the wooden platforms and buildings towards the fifth station, they notice that those red cloth are windsocks.
Having a guide where the wind blows certainly make sense when you’re dealing with chemicals.
With their experience from the other stations, they quickly locate the tanks and
let those tumble down towards the machines as well. It’s a batch of hallucinogenics that is a lot more viscous and less transparent than the imperfect batch than before. No wonder that old lady wants it removed and replaced.
Apparently the machines were designed to extract impurities from the liquids by boiling them, hence the heat and smoke. Even before they were destroyed, the ones here barely produced any heat. Perhaps these are the faults of engineering?
With the tanks emptied and machines of purging impurities severely damaged, the group has accomplished their mission. It’s going to take a good while before they could get these working again.
When Zeal, Cris and Pine were descending down the steps of the fifth stations, they heard the sound of a gong being repeatedly rang.
The workers are no where to be found, and heavy footsteps shake the ground,
it seems that the security systems are now unbound.
Footsteps of two dozen automatons makes the wooden floorboards tremble. They carry with them a handgonne and a Crow’s beak, one is a type of firearm, nothing more than a small cannon, and another is a polearm with a large curved spike akin to a crow’s beak (hence the name).
One dozen are handgonners, holding their firearms with the polearm strapped to the back. Another dozen is the polearm users, with their firearm resting on their hip while the polearm remain on their hands.
The army of automatons sprint through the many rooms of the stations, and will eventually make their way up to the fifth station.
(Cont.)