[align=center]The Last Tower: Iwaku[/align] The epitome of human architecture, The Tower, was originally used as a holding cell for princesses, a view of the land, or a way to conduct business. Now it was brought into the new age and built on a massive scale. The population of three heavy populated states could fit inside just one of these towers. Technology was brought in to recycle and pump water, to grow vegetation in artificial green rooms, and to raise food sources from these rooms. As time moved on, the people forgot about the wonders that kept these monoliths alive and died crushed under the rubble of their own neglect. Now only one of these towers is left standing, Iwaku. [align=center] [/align] In the middle of the great tower was a single metallic outcrop. This collection of windows was the work place of the Board of Administrators as well as the GM Counsel. This evening was a special occasion, the official fifth year the tower had survived since the collapse of it’s twin, Moon Wings. There was a video crew inside the press conference room taping the podium. The first to step up was a thin brown haired individual. On the board behind him was this Admin’s symbol, wings folded over an oak leaf. His voice was smooth and had a British accent to it. “Good evening everyone across the Tower Iwaku. We are all here today to honor the passing of the previous towers and to pray for the good fortune of ours. Ever since this tower was founded by chief architects, Dox, Gabriel, and Homac, we’ve always enjoyed its splendors. To show them our own respect we have been studying day and night the structure and the designs of the water systems. We now have a fifteen percent understanding of this tower.” From all over the tower, in the large hallways that were meant to be streets, to the pubs along side them, people rang out in cheer. Not once had the Iwakuans ever seen such progress in the hope that they may survive. “We are also tripling our efforts on maintaining the green rooms. For that I hand the podium to our Chief of Agriculture, Diana.” The taller figure stepped down and gave his position away to a sandy brown haired woman about the same age. Her pearly smile gave the look of even more good news. “Thank you Asmodeus and thank you all for working so hard the past five years. The green rooms have never flourished like they have now. There is a thirty percent increase of food for everyone and it steadily is growing. Remember to keep tending to your local room and soon enough we’ll have more than enough food for everyone. Finally I’ll hand the mic over to Rory to bring everyone up to date on Government and Social Affairs, Rory.” Diana had let go of the mic and stepped down. Rory, a skinny and very dark brown haired man, took her place. He had the look of a leader, the look of a true government official. “Good evening everyone. First I’d like to say this has been an extremely effective year. I would like to thank the GM Counsel for working so hard, our Moderator Police Department, and most of all, you for standing by us all this time. I know we have had trouble in the past, but we promise to make this next year even more glorious than the last. Less abuse, less drugs, and less crime. Thank you and enjoy the festivities.” After Rory stepped down there was a brief closing remark by the reporter and finally the camera was shut off. Rory cracked a cigarette as Asmo went to the fridge. “Sfo how longsh can we keep lying to shem?” Rory asked with the cigarette held in his teeth. “As long as it takes us to get this mess figured out. Has anything leaked to the press about the Subfloor 3 incident?” Diana asked as the room was now empty. “Hell if I know. They can sniff out that crap faster than Jack can order a raid. But I assure you the area is restricted.” Asmo replied as he popped the top off a bottle of beer. “Has the Counsel been asking questions?” Rory asked as he puffed out a perfect circle with the smoke in his lungs. “No, at least the ones who don’t know.” Diana replied. “Good that vulture Pirogeth is completely oblivious. Can’t keep his mouth closed when it comes to these affairs.” Rory chuckled a bit as he put the cigarette back in his mouth. “Rory, has Jack been able to get anything on those rebels recently?” Asmodeus inquired now done with a quarter of his beer. “If you mean by finding dead officers then yeah. These guys are tricky as hell and we’ve made quite an enemy out of most of them.” “How do you mean?” Diana piped in knowing full well what these creeps were capable of. “Well although it isn’t ground in fact, the leader is said to be an ex-staff member getting help from one of our members. Just be on your toes about it. You never know when something could happen. Well I’m off, remember, keep quiet.” Rory left the room his smoke drifting just an inch behind him. It was not long after that Diana and Asmodeus both headed out. The outcropping was now shutting off its lights as everyone partied in the streets. One by one each level shut down until somewhere around the midsection only one pair of lights remained on. As they turned off an orange glow filled them, then a red, and finally shattered. The concussive force of blast from several bombs went off. The strategically placed explosives ripped the offices right off the wall of the center pillar. Some partied as others watched in terror as the administration came crumbling down.