[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]North Hub[/sub][/center]
[@Blue Demon]
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	Brian spared no time in passing up Ebenezer as he stopped to look back at him, glancing away from the demonologist while he did so. [color=aba000]"Something keeping you?"[/color] He mumbled, stopping for a brief moment to allow Ebenezer a breath, or whatever it was the man needed. Brian wasn't all to familiar with the northern half of Arcadia, or more specifically, the high-class district near the hub they were to meet at. This was a slice of pie for only the most noteworthy families to find haven in, and it wasn't all the busy considering that most local production and trade took place at and around Arcadia's southern hub. The closest thing to a factory in the north was the Teknoh Garage, where most of the vehicle enthusiasts congregated for work and/or entertainment. Although it was more of a small district than an actual garage, that's where Yvette would've picked up their ATV earlier in the day, no doubt.

[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]North Hub[/sub][/center]
[@Wind Wild][@Blue Demon][@Unfortunately]
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	The hub was lined with a row of buildings as it trailed out into the open expanse, just outside of the force-field's boundaries. Opposite to no-man's-lands stood a large steel gate, impassable through normal means and guarded by a sturdy line of CMAS mages and local enforcers. Several members of the survey group were already seated around Yvette and Karida near the edge of the northern hub, outside of a small cafe, aptly named 'The Edge' sitting on the hub's furthest corner. The main gate leading into the city creaked open as Yvette waved towards a man standing far above the massive contraption that controlled it. 

From Onweer's perspective, the in-city guards had just finished looking through her paper-work and tossing her into the group looking to leave the city. A massive vehicle stood strong near the front of the group as the gates howled open, towering over the people surrounding it before hissing into motion, towards Arcadia's edge. The gate would only remain open for ten minutes, giving plenty of people time to pass through until the next group was to be allowed entry in about an hour. Yvette smiled as she saw the behemoth-like truck roll down the ramp and towards their group, stopping dead-center in the middle of the large walkway that divided the hub down the center.[color=9e0039]"Feast your eyes upon the Z-ATV, boys and girls,"[/color] She announced. [color=9e0039]"Zilmer's outdone herself this time, ho-ho.."[/color] The giant tank-like vessle was easily large enough to hold twenty people inside of it comfortably, with a single drop-down door on its right side, and a 360 degree mounted A/B cannon topping it off. Several smaller extrusions existed for those inside of the vehicle to fire outwards safely, protected by nearly 4 inches of reinforced living-steel. But who was driving it? [color=9e0039]"Right. Karida, Ylmat, Haress... Where's Ebenezer and Brian?"[/color] Yevette called out, scanning the area blindly. [color=9e0039]"And where the hell is Ninio's last minute replacement? I was perfectly clear about our schedule in the letter, I'm sure of it..."[/color]

[center][h2]Xena[/h2]
[sub]The Ambush Point[/sub][/center]
[@FateWeaver][@Sessamaru][@Jensoman]
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	Luke lead the crew deep into Xena, a large mass of gravel and dirt littered with rocks of varying size. They'd set up on top of one of the rougher peaks, hidden in a crevice the stood more then 40 feet of the ground, with a good view of the surrounding rock-field. There were slanted rocks, smoothed boulders, and large circular plateaus, but no grass for miles. A few trees barely clung to life, soaking up what little nutrients the torn soil had to offer, but were practically dead in the sea of stone. Xena was always a confusing place, but it wasn't the time for history lessons. The Junkers would be here any minute. [color=82ca9d]"Heh, last chance to bail, fellas,"[/color] Luke said under his breath, peaking out of the large crevice to scan the fields for CMAS scum. By then, only 24 Divers had remained. Several had slipped away in disinterest or fear, while others simply lost their way. Luke wasn't about to slow down for weaklings. If they couldn't manage to keep up with him, they would've died in Xena anyways. [color=82ca9d]"I've got word that they may be packing some serious heat, so you'd best take caution. Especially all you fist fighters! Living steel aint exactly similar to glass, alright?"[/color]