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Asuras
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The VTOL, while capable of rising above the storm, remained below its black ceiling throughout their trip. Despite being the pilot, Limov seemed content with letting the on board navigation system do most of the work. An occasional beep or ping earned Limov's attention for a split second from time to time, and he would lean forward and press a button or flip a switch before returning to his laid back seating arrangement.
"Aye, Miss Courtlandt. Ship has very fancy dampener. I like to call it 'chicken neck system'. Outside panels take brunt of force more often than not, and systems underneath get what they couldn't. I would lift us above clouds but where is fun in that? Would be waste of technology," he chuckled. The airship eventually reached closer to Japan's coastline, just on the horizon, and the storm had long since disappeared behind them. Bright sun shone upon a vast ocean with clear blue skies above. Limov was roused from his temporary slumber by a computerized female voice notifying him of their approaching destination. He grumbled and sat forward, taking control over the airship and flying it for the glimmering cityscape in the distance.
Yokohama was a sprawling metropolis of steel and concrete, preceded by a peninsula and massive bay. Skyscrapers dominated the landscape, obscuring the streets at the base of it all. The VTOL approached directly before turning off to the side for the East, revealing their final destination.
The Heavyware Factory was like a city in and of itself, stretching over miles of flat terrain and dotted with countless buildings of varying size. The main factory floor was the largest, situated in the direct center of it all. Surrounded by layers of gates, warehouses, and offices, it gave the final Five a good, long look at what they were up against before setting down at a nearby helipad. A couple miles from the factory's outer gates, they were, for the moment, in the clear and far from suspicion. Limov opened up the drop stairs and stepped outside into the bright sunlight.
"From here on out, you all are on own. John will be in contact with these," Limov said, handing out small earbuds for each of them. "You can hail cab outside the port and get ride as close as comfortable. If you all need evacuation I will be there quick-like!"
However the Final Five arrived at their destination, the exterior of Heavyware was gated only by barbed-wire fences and the occasional concrete portal. Officers sat at tollbooths to enter and exit through vehicles, but the immediate location was otherwise unguarded. With miles of fenceline, there were plenty of places to choose from -that is, unless they simply decided to go through a front gate.
Though the land was almost overwhelmingly complex, there were still distinguishable layers to the factory property. Warehouses of incremental numbers led closer to the factory, parking lots for delivery vehicles with signs pointing to specific locations, and numbered gates of increasingly tougher design all served to guide the Final Five were they needed to go.
The factory itself was at the end of it all, looming as the tallest building in the area save for sparse multi-floor offices. Running above the numerous buildings was a skyrail running persistently, linking from a tall station nearby the exterior and running in every direction, including to the factory beyond.
The Final Five's choices of entry were numerous.
"Aye, Miss Courtlandt. Ship has very fancy dampener. I like to call it 'chicken neck system'. Outside panels take brunt of force more often than not, and systems underneath get what they couldn't. I would lift us above clouds but where is fun in that? Would be waste of technology," he chuckled. The airship eventually reached closer to Japan's coastline, just on the horizon, and the storm had long since disappeared behind them. Bright sun shone upon a vast ocean with clear blue skies above. Limov was roused from his temporary slumber by a computerized female voice notifying him of their approaching destination. He grumbled and sat forward, taking control over the airship and flying it for the glimmering cityscape in the distance.
Yokohama was a sprawling metropolis of steel and concrete, preceded by a peninsula and massive bay. Skyscrapers dominated the landscape, obscuring the streets at the base of it all. The VTOL approached directly before turning off to the side for the East, revealing their final destination.
The Heavyware Factory was like a city in and of itself, stretching over miles of flat terrain and dotted with countless buildings of varying size. The main factory floor was the largest, situated in the direct center of it all. Surrounded by layers of gates, warehouses, and offices, it gave the final Five a good, long look at what they were up against before setting down at a nearby helipad. A couple miles from the factory's outer gates, they were, for the moment, in the clear and far from suspicion. Limov opened up the drop stairs and stepped outside into the bright sunlight.
"From here on out, you all are on own. John will be in contact with these," Limov said, handing out small earbuds for each of them. "You can hail cab outside the port and get ride as close as comfortable. If you all need evacuation I will be there quick-like!"
However the Final Five arrived at their destination, the exterior of Heavyware was gated only by barbed-wire fences and the occasional concrete portal. Officers sat at tollbooths to enter and exit through vehicles, but the immediate location was otherwise unguarded. With miles of fenceline, there were plenty of places to choose from -that is, unless they simply decided to go through a front gate.
Though the land was almost overwhelmingly complex, there were still distinguishable layers to the factory property. Warehouses of incremental numbers led closer to the factory, parking lots for delivery vehicles with signs pointing to specific locations, and numbered gates of increasingly tougher design all served to guide the Final Five were they needed to go.
The factory itself was at the end of it all, looming as the tallest building in the area save for sparse multi-floor offices. Running above the numerous buildings was a skyrail running persistently, linking from a tall station nearby the exterior and running in every direction, including to the factory beyond.
The Final Five's choices of entry were numerous.