Elysian Vanguard Westeria City: Evacuation

Tiko

Draconic Administrator/Mentor
Administrator
Mentor
Nexus GM
Nearly a week had come and gone since the evacuation of Westeria City had been announced. The congestion of roads and air traffic out of the city was still heavy, but many of the residential regions of the city were turning into ghost towns. Others maintained a strong presence yet, Little Shintenchi among them, where the locals had opted to dig in and wait out the storm rather than have their lives uprooted in being shipped off to some foreign land. Many of them didn't speak the Terran tongue, and the prospect of starting over in a new place was a frightening one.

Azure Heights and Calcord Point maintained the largest concentration of activity though as they both served as primary evacuation hubs. Military presence remained thick throughout the streets, aiding the civilians in reaching their appropriate destinations.



It was the early hours of morning, and the sun had yet to breach the horizon when a faint pop and crackle filled the air amidst the congested evacuation point within Azure Heights. It wasn't an entirely alien sound to the city streets - not since the city had fallen anyways. It was a sound akin to static electricity. At first that's all it was. An occasional pop, and a spark of light here and there. Curious, but not particularly alarming in itself, especially given the scale of larger anomalies that had torn the city asunder.

It grew rapidly though from a faint almost imperceptible noise in the deadened pre-dawn hours of morning, to something far more violent. Arcs of uncontrolled energy lashed out from the air, striking nearby objects with unpredictable results. A telephone pole was briefly brought to life as fallen electric lines lashed and writhed like serpents, and an abandoned vehicle was rendered into molten slag by one wayward whip crack. Scorch marks appeared upon the pavement where other lances of energy struck, until the random fluctuations in energy managed to stabilize enough for several rifts to take form.

Panic quickly spread among those within the streets as they clambered and fell over one another in their rush to get clear of the rifts. The unstable nature of the rifts was fast apparent as several snapped shut almost as soon as they were formed. Others maintained some semblance of stability though, if only for a time. The bursts of energy fluctuations left it uncertain how long they would remain though. Many of the rifts to open up within the city collapsed upon themselves before long, but some managed to grow stable enough to self-sustain themselves.

The TNG soldiers on scene moved quickly to try and control the situation as they called out for an orderly fall back to secure the area, but they were working against a panicked crowd while their own numbers were stretched thin.

"Get those civilians back!" barked a soldier.

"Get an abjurer over here!" another hollered. "Get these rifts closed!"
 
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In a dank corner of the dying city sat a rundown dive bar still open and serving the last dregs of the city as they refused to leave the city. Slumped over at a table in the corner was the bar's only patron. A silver haired woman clad in black. The bartender, a rather large and rotund man, approached and gave the table a kick to which the woman responded with a groan.

"Hey Rez, as much as I love to have ya layin' around drinkin' me out of the last of my whisky, I can't have you over here makin' what few folk come through think there's a dead body rotting in the corner." The bartender set his hands on his hips as he scolded the drunkard of a woman.

Rez responded as she pulled herself from her seat. "Fuck you Rian. Your shit stain of a bar'd be the last place I'd die." Her voice was dry and course like sandpaper and sawdust rubbing together.

Rian could only shake his head and chuckle. "The rate your goin' your likely to drop on the way out the door. Go on girl. Get home and get some proper rest."

Hunched over Rez stumbled her way out onto the street, only pausing momentarily at the door to raise her middle finger to the bartender as she opened the door. She continued her drunken staggering for a few blocks until she came upon three men struggling to open a door. It seemed they had tried to pick the lock, and having failed that resorted to trying to kick the door in. Rez leaned against the wall a few meters away from the group. She cocked her eyebrow, "You need something?" she asked incredulously.

All three men turned to face her as the largest of the them, who was moments before testing his boot against the door, responded as one might expect. "Look girly, this doesn't concern you. Just keep on walking and mind your business."

"Sorry. One problem with that." She responded, her tone increasingly contentious. "That's my door." Punctuating her sentence by brandishing her key.

A cruel smile creeping its way onto his face the man took a step towards her. "Oh. Would you look at that? Would such a hospitable hostess as yourself show us in?" He took another step before one of the other men stopped him.

"Hey man. Lets get the hell out of here." His voice was quivering. "I recognize her. That's Rez the Revenant." Her face turned sour at the particularly terrible nickname.

Recognition shot across the first man's face followed with a complete shift in tone. "Sorry ma'am. Mistake we won't make twice. Promise." He pleaded as he and the others slowly backed away before taking off in a hurried jog.

After staggering the last few meters to her door, she let herself in, locked the door, and fell into a large plush chair sitting in the corner of the room. A quick prayer for a swift death left her lips as she melted into the chair. She lay there for some time, doing her best to ignore the violent riot in her head.
 
Rez would find her rest quickly disrupted, perhaps by the cosmos itself in an abrupt attempt to fulfill her prayer. More likely though she was just the victim of random misfortune though - as so many others within the city had become as well. Whatever the reason, she had only a moments warning as light flooded her building and tendrils of charged energy arced through the room scorching the walls and ceiling. The light grew blinding as Rez abruptly found herself spilling out onto the hard pavement of the street some many blocks from her home. Around her could be heard the sounds of screaming and shouting, and once her vision cleared she would find herself surrounded by a sizable portion of her home's contents, including a large section of wall that began to topple over. The wall was only one of many concerns though and in the sky above a large truck appeared out of the air with a large crack of energy before abruptly plummeting towards her location.
 
The abrupt and violent change of scenery had put Rez on her back looking into the sky with a stunned expression on her face. The truck soon following her meant she had no time to process this unexpected change of events as she quickly rolled to the side before the vehicle smashed the pavement. Using the momentum of the roll she pulled herself to her feet and began to take in her surroundings. The majority of the contents of her home were strewn about the place, with fleeing civilians running around and through what had been her home. The chaos meant she had little time to take stock of the full extent of the destruction and so she quickly set upon gathering her most important belongings that had made it. Among the rubble she found the large chest containing her working gear. After dragging the chest to the side of the road, she began to hastily don her equipment.
 
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