[F-97 might be its star-charted name, just a blip on the intergalactic map of a wider, impossibly vast universe, but like all Planets with a civilization crawling across its face, the natives call it something far less clinical — Gaia.
Gaia has its cities, its towns. One, in particular, pretends to be its agonized heart, a pulsing organism of steel that digs into its core and siphons out the tendrils of energy their homeworld provides. Its nighttime skies are tinted a hazy green when the view is not obstructed by monstrous metal plates hanging overhead, perpetually seen by the less fortunate. The people there go about their metropolitan lives in various degrees of health and happiness, backed by the energy, protection, and security that the Shinra company provides. There, many are eager to live in ignorance, while the rest kick and scream and claw at a corrupted system in hopes of dismantling it through any means possible. There is so much to see in Midgar, so much to do; she could easily lose herself in the crowd, and none should give her a second glance, should she know how to circumvent the myriad technology developed for the sole purpose of tracking a citizen’s ID.
It would be simple to blend in. As simple as breathing, for one as experienced as her.
It is no grand and looming city, but just a quaint little town nestled under the shadow of Mt. Nibel. The people here, too, owe a portion of their continued existence to Shinra — a Mako reactor that grants them working energy rests against the jagged landscape of that same mountain — but their lives are quieter, less affected by the goings-on in Midgar. There isn’t too much to see, beyond the basic amenities granted the wayward traveler, but there is probably a bar somewhere. There’s always a bar.
But it’s doubtful she’ll find one today.
As she nears the outskirts of the town, the scent of smoke might fill her nostrils. She may see the light of a warm ember emanating from the silhouetted forms of old buildings, pleasantly curious at first, until she nears close enough to realize it’s instead an immolation slowly engulfing the entire town — licking, horrible flames that smooth over each groaning building, almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the villagers who occasionally cry out in a hopeless, desperate kind of fear.
She has the opportunity of turning back and not getting involved in whatever mess she’s stumbled upon, but either way... Welcome to Gaia, Carol.]
IT'S MY FAVORITE LADY i hope she steps on him
Gaia has its cities, its towns. One, in particular, pretends to be its agonized heart, a pulsing organism of steel that digs into its core and siphons out the tendrils of energy their homeworld provides. Its nighttime skies are tinted a hazy green when the view is not obstructed by monstrous metal plates hanging overhead, perpetually seen by the less fortunate. The people there go about their metropolitan lives in various degrees of health and happiness, backed by the energy, protection, and security that the Shinra company provides. There, many are eager to live in ignorance, while the rest kick and scream and claw at a corrupted system in hopes of dismantling it through any means possible. There is so much to see in Midgar, so much to do; she could easily lose herself in the crowd, and none should give her a second glance, should she know how to circumvent the myriad technology developed for the sole purpose of tracking a citizen’s ID.
It would be simple to blend in. As simple as breathing, for one as experienced as her.
If she had not landed near Nibelheim instead.
It is no grand and looming city, but just a quaint little town nestled under the shadow of Mt. Nibel. The people here, too, owe a portion of their continued existence to Shinra — a Mako reactor that grants them working energy rests against the jagged landscape of that same mountain — but their lives are quieter, less affected by the goings-on in Midgar. There isn’t too much to see, beyond the basic amenities granted the wayward traveler, but there is probably a bar somewhere. There’s always a bar.
But it’s doubtful she’ll find one today.
As she nears the outskirts of the town, the scent of smoke might fill her nostrils. She may see the light of a warm ember emanating from the silhouetted forms of old buildings, pleasantly curious at first, until she nears close enough to realize it’s instead an immolation slowly engulfing the entire town — licking, horrible flames that smooth over each groaning building, almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the villagers who occasionally cry out in a hopeless, desperate kind of fear.
She has the opportunity of turning back and not getting involved in whatever mess she’s stumbled upon, but either way... Welcome to Gaia, Carol.]