[center] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZpHlkIehqE&index=16&list=RDQMbBSP6Cq0B80][img]https://i.imgur.com/PxDI4zz.png[/img][/url] [SUB][COLOR=695477]H E L S T O N | F R I D A Y | O C T O B E R 2 6 ★[/color][/sub] ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [/center] Traffic had already begun to back up as they took off down Pebble 82. The streets were lit with an unfamiliar energy and vitality of its residents. Some cascading towards the highways, while others far more inclined to bunker down in their homes. It was quite an unusual sight indeed. Gen-Alerts were a regular occurrence, but the magnitude that this incident had caused during the mid-morning bustle brought a level of suspense and urgency that was unprecedented. The light of the sun had begun its dance for those outside, the usual perpetual mist waning a bit from its normally oppressive nature as it retreated back into the stratosphere. And when mist eased up, as did a bit of the tension on the road. This certainly made things easier for those who were heading out in droves to the great beyond, heading out to confront something they had yet to understand. Yet it was this very mystery that tantalized Luca's senses. It was scary how little he feared, how uninhibited he was. Most people had their reservations when it came to the particulars, yet Luca hardly had any. Each occurrence and experience was yet another way for him to delve into the crevices of the matter and extract whatever it was that he could. He sat in the back seat of the family jeep as they turned on Highway A, his long legs somehow crossed onto each other, the window down and his fingers lightly tapping the top of the window seal. He gleamed out at the others cars that were heading their direction when the sound of the live news suddenly resonated throughout the vehicle. [quote][color=gray]"This is Candice Little of the Helston Public News. We come to you with a live update on the current situation plaguing our small town. Sources tell us that an encroaching force looms on the horizon. Details of the explosion that shook our town remain a mystery, but reports indicate that the unions are not at fault. We repeat, the unions are not at fault. Resistance officials have yet to give word on the perpetrators, but we will certainly be the first to let you all know as the situation unfolds. Please remain safe during these uncertain times. Candice Little, Helston Public News." [/color][/quote] Finnes was driving, though the sudden shock of the situation almost made her swerve. Her mouth was practically to the car floor, [color=f6989d]"Not the unions? How is that possible?"[/color], she said, looking over to Petra who sat in the passenger seat beside her. One could easily tell that Petra was perplexed by the sudden news, she groaned loudly, her fingers massaging the vanes that had formed on her temples, [color=6ecff6]"It's not...".[/color] Petyr remained in contemplative silence, his pensive gaze focused on the passing terrain. It was sometimes difficult to dissect what was going on in his brain. He was always the most adaptive and analytical of their group, always one step ahead. Luca seemed unperturbed however. He simply minded his time, using his breath to draw ephemeral shapes upon the window. [hr] The makeshift campsite came upon them quicker than they had anticipated. A mass of movement from an amalgamation of resistance members, military personnel, and resident Helston volunteers flooded the area. They parked near a motorcycle, Luca being the first to evacuate the vehicle after taking a keen interest in the sounds of the not-too-distant combat looming off somewhere in the distance. He looked around curiously as he always did while Petyr and Petra retrieved their weapons from the trunk--Finnes came upon him, clasping her hands together nervously and looking out to the crowd as Luca was. She couldn't help but shake the unsettling feeling that crept up on her ever since the news report on the radio. [i]Not the unions?[/i] The idea still vexed her spirit. Petra appeared behind them, a long gun like device strapped to her back, its frame so large it stuck out over her shoulder like a long sword and was well past the length of her own body. [color=6ecff6]"You gonna be alright Fin?"[/color] she asked the Union refugee, lightly tapping her arm. Startled from her thoughts, Finnes's body tensed up to an abrupt jolt. She rested her hand gently upon her chest once she noticed it was just Petra, a deep sigh of relief escaping her lips, [color=f6989d]"Oh...you startled me. Yes, yes. I'll be alright. I just...I don't understand."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Whatever it is, we'll handle it. We always do. Right Luca?" , Petra said to Finnes, though addressing Luca simultaneously.[/color] Luca turned to her with a smile, holding up an exuberant thumbs up and nodding in agreement, [color=695477]"Mhmm!"[/color] Petyr was the last to join the gang, coming up to stand alongside his twin sister and Luca. He looked out to the crowd as well, examining everyone who was there, grasping for some kind of signal that things were to commence shortly. He was analyzing every detail. From the people, to the sounds, to the setting, and the resources laid out before them. Whoever their adversary may be, he would devise a strategy of applicable extermination. Though he preferred the expression, [i]Hatching a Devil's Egg[/i]--thank you very much. Petra looked at him knowingly. She could already hear his brain ticking away like clockwork.