There was a silence that hung over the train. A silence that had lasted for the last several hours, but like all things was to be broken. It was a silence that was a conglomerate of parts that medley together into a greater symphony. Their was the visible silence that hung oppressively in the air and filled the void whenever a lull in the whispers would occur. But there was also the nervous silence, a silence that could be not exactly heard but rather felt. Felt in the slight tremors of the bodies in the car, every drop of sweat that hit the floor of contain. Their was the silence of the world around them, a silence that had become deeper and deeper as they went further into the lands owned by Future Industries the machines having drained the songs out of the ground and replaced them with cold emptiness. And there was the silence of the metal, unlike rock and earth metal did not sing the connections dulled and muted over the transmissions all that was the slight inaudible hum of remains of earth that were left behind. But overshadowing all of these looming above them all, like the front of a grand storm coming in was the silence of the one that could sense all the others. Xuanzang was a man of many facets: a boisterous giant of war, a traveling hand for hire, disperser of wisdom, but there was times that he was the final silence that held the others together.

Out of necessity for the mission, his traditional wanders garb of light browns had been replaced with something a little bit more appropriate. Black on top of more black, his body from the boots on his feet, to the mask that hung on his face blending into the darkness. The mask did not stand out. Rather being a gas mask traditionally worn by firebenders when they worked in the smelting plants; it being used to protect their lungs for the toxic fumes that were admitted during the smelting process. (This idea being astonishingly recent idea; workers in the past used to be bedridden with dangerous and deadly respiratory diseases until someone finally made the connection.) The idea being that something so common, would not stand out as much as say... something more flashy. The only thing not black being the conical hat he wore atop his head: traditonal wear of the farmers wide brimmed and strurdy. Though no amount of black clothing could really hide his giant frame: he was about as wide as the broad side of a barn and about as tall as one too. Having been one of the first to entire the container, he naturally had been pushed and prodded towards the back of it. His body made an unnatural curve as he hunched over to avoid hitting his head atop the ceiling as he stood. He moved very little expect for the muted swaying, back and forth, with the ebb and flow of the train. This process continued for what seemed an entirety.

Soon though the silence was broken as the quiet hum of voices sprang into existence. One voice was all it took and soon the hum had risen into a small crescendo of voices. It was the first time Xuan had become acutely aware of the others in the car with them. He had "seen" them of course: he had sensed through the cold touch of the metal floor of the floor to his feet their relative size and shape. But that was nothing without the voice, the voice provided the emotional context, the connection needed for Xuan to remeber the person. He had forgotten what people "look" like before; but he had never forgotten a voice. And his companions all had distinct vocal tones, distinct syntax that weither they knew it our not used in speech.The blind giant was able to pick up on these small details very quickly and, use it to differentiate between voices and people. Exemplifying this would be the voice speaking into the earpiece in his left ear. The Voice was what some called her, the cool and feminine personification of the entire resistant movement as a whole. Though listening to it felt odd: an inharmonious dissonance that could not be placed still bothering Xuan, it had the other characteristic. The selective almost monotone coolness, the occasional spikes of sarcasm, the rise and fall of volume, all of it was distinct to the disembodied voice.

As the train gradually came a stop; his team members began discussing plans of infiltration. He listened to these suggestions as he went over a once over of the minimal equipment he had on him. The main piece was his walking stick: looking as if somebody had just plainly ripped an entire branch off a tree, the implenet had more in similair appearance to a club than an actually walking stick. The size of the stick being a testament to the user's strength, who was able to swing it about with one arm without much effort. Beside that all he had was a small rucksack the contents inside including: a book without a name, a pot without a flower and a rocker without a purpose. The three useless items having seemingly no inherit value at the moment. The soulless eyes of the mask looking ahead emotionless, when he had gotten onto the train he had be wearing the mask and, some may say that that was for the best forgoing the bandana underneath their was no need to disturb his associates with the burns and, in the end it would only lead to questions. As he did adjusted some straps that felt loose he listented to the plans that the others proposed. They all had their benefits, but at the same time VIP entrance or going in through the cargobay, the roof as well all had high proababliets of being spotted. But Xuan had an idea that might just get them in without any such problem.

He cleared his throat before speaking, "One does not attack the armadillo lion in its mouth; you go around and pull its tail." Xuan explained using an old Earth Kingdom proverb about stealth tacticts. Realizing soon after that he may very well be the only one from the Earth Kingdom in the room he added to explain more clearly. "I can make us a tunnel. No guards, no bots, no locked doors, only earth." After speaking he made his way to the door of the car and opened it, a moment later he had vanished without a sight. They could deiced outside of the train and on the ground, but soon the bots would come to unload the car and it would be rather awkward if they were still inside.