In preparation for a grand unveiling, the Sumeragi Conglomerate has opened all ports in their home country. As expected, such a move was causing quite the commotion on the day of the announcement. Among the throngs of emigrants making their ingress, there were quite a few Adepts to be found. In fact, many had received personal invitations in the form of hand-signed form-letters from Sumeragi's president.
	But, with such an announcement on the horizon, and with so many emigrants making their ingress, trouble was sure to follow. The crowds milled about restlessly in a packed train station by the coast. Several figures in dark coats drifted near the walls. Out in the bay, unknown to anyone on shore, a cruiser sailed over the water, preparing to dock at the rear of the train station to allow its passengers to land.
	At the entrance to the train station, across from which was a small port to accept passengers by water, a series of posters hung. Most were of the Sumeragi Logo, which was a stylized rendition of the titular company's tower headquarters surrounded by a gear like ring. Interspersed between these and several evenly spaced news screens were various small spray paint tags, most of which had already been painted over, with a few odd ones bleeding onto a poster or two. On all the screens simultaneously, a female reporter dictated the planned event proceedings, attempting to incite speculation in the viewers as to what that the event might entail.

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	The relative calm aboard the vessel was shattered, however, as several individuals in green diving suits leapt from the choppy waters and stormed onto the boat. Each had flippers and an air tank on their back, with rebreathers and goggles covering their faces. Their diving suits were layered in a way that almost made them seem armored, and most held harpoon guns out at the crowd.
	"[color=a2d39c]Alright, nobody move![/color]" one of the men shouted, "[color=a2d39c]Take it easy, and nobody gets hurt! We're going to be taking this boat for a little ride![/color]"
	With that, he gave some muted gestures and hushed commands to several of the divers behind him, who began heading below deck. A water-proof duffle bag was hoisted aboard, as yet more divers climbed onto the boat. Most of the passengers were being corralled into a corner, while the crew was pushed to their knees and spread out. One of the divers who had gone below decks emerged, only to seize the duffle bag for himself, and take it past the bridge.
	"[color=a2d39c]Nobody be a hero now![/color]" their apparent leader called out, after having talked to the captain,"[color=a2d39c]We wouldn't want any accidents,[/color]"
	With that, he cackled madly, and planted a pot-shot into the deck near the captain, causing a harpoon to lodge precariously close to the man's side. The greyed man's heart sank as he eyed the weapon in shock.

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	Below decks, the green suited scuba divers began violently mashing their shoulders and the butts of their harpoons on doors. They weren't even checking if they were locked, leading to shocked screams from the occupants who hadn't thought to lock their doors. When they encountered resistance, they simply continued slamming against the door until something gave way. The rather disorganized clusters of door-smacking divers started mostly at the bow of the ship on the first deck of passengers, working steadily to the aft. It seemed they were ruthless, but not careless. The duffle bag was rushed down the hall and delivered carefully down the stairs by a group of four divers with knives, backed up by two in heavier diving suits with harpoon launchers. This group seemed intent to take the bag to lower decks, while the rest seemed to be taking their time, until they found a helpless passenger to drag, kicking and screaming, to the upper deck.