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A long, long time ago. Before the Great Flood. Before the Impergium. Before the Mythic Ages. Before the Sundering. Before the Gardens of Eden. There was... something else.
"Oy! Wake up gaki!" a metallic fist bumps the man on the shoulder. He feels dizzy, confused and unsure as to where he is. As soon as his vision clears it becomes evident that he's in some sort of a vehicle running on a road suspended several miles in the air. Looking out the window all he sees are endless ivory towers of metal and ceramic with flying cars darting across the sky in front of them. He shakes his head a bit, as if he can't believe what he's seeing but a moment later reality dawns on him. This is just the City. There is nothing but the city. All his life he lived here. There's nothing strange about it. "Suman. Must've dozed off." he responds to the big fellow and looks at him. He's a big fucker, built like a fucking tank. His long, sleeveless coat is made up of neon lights and high-tech gizmos, half of which probably have no purpose other than to look cool, the other half could wipe out an entire office floor in one blow. His "flesh", if you could call it that, is even more extreme. Nothing but interlocking plates of supple techno-organic metal. The helmet covering his whole head has no features on it, aside the two glowing ruby colored eyes and the two horns sprouting from his forehead. "Shit! That last bump must've given you a concussion. Don't worry brat, just a few more miles and we'll disappear in the underbelly of the city. Once we're in the clear we'll find you a doctor! SHI-" The big, ogre looking guy steps on the brakes but it's too late. The figure that jumped in front of them was too close. He stretched out an arm and the whole vehicle stopped immediately, ejecting the two passengers through the front window. They bounce off the pavement several times as they roll and break several bones in their bodies as they do. The man groans as he tries to look around. Even these simple motions bring him more agony than he can bear. He spots his partner lying several yards away motionless. This does not stop the enforcer that caused them to crash to finish him off by crushing his head underfoot. "Target neutralized." The enforcer speaks into his comms before turning to him. He walks up to the man and points the barrel of his gun at him. "You screwed up, punk."
"Oy! Wake up gaki!" a metallic fist bumps the man on the shoulder. He feels dizzy, confused and unsure as to where he is. As soon as his vision clears it becomes evident that he's in some sort of a vehicle running on a road suspended several miles in the air. Looking out the window all he sees are endless ivory towers of metal and ceramic with flying cars darting across the sky in front of them. He shakes his head a bit, as if he can't believe what he's seeing but a moment later reality dawns on him. This is just the City. There is nothing but the city. All his life he lived here. There's nothing strange about it. "Suman. Must've dozed off." he responds to the big fellow and looks at him. He's a big fucker, built like a fucking tank. His long, sleeveless coat is made up of neon lights and high-tech gizmos, half of which probably have no purpose other than to look cool, the other half could wipe out an entire office floor in one blow. His "flesh", if you could call it that, is even more extreme. Nothing but interlocking plates of supple techno-organic metal. The helmet covering his whole head has no features on it, aside the two glowing ruby colored eyes and the two horns sprouting from his forehead. "Shit! That last bump must've given you a concussion. Don't worry brat, just a few more miles and we'll disappear in the underbelly of the city. Once we're in the clear we'll find you a doctor! SHI-" The big, ogre looking guy steps on the brakes but it's too late. The figure that jumped in front of them was too close. He stretched out an arm and the whole vehicle stopped immediately, ejecting the two passengers through the front window. They bounce off the pavement several times as they roll and break several bones in their bodies as they do. The man groans as he tries to look around. Even these simple motions bring him more agony than he can bear. He spots his partner lying several yards away motionless. This does not stop the enforcer that caused them to crash to finish him off by crushing his head underfoot. "Target neutralized." The enforcer speaks into his comms before turning to him. He walks up to the man and points the barrel of his gun at him. "You screwed up, punk."
