Kaija Rift: Succession of Bells

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A Kaija Rift installment
S^{UCCESSION of} B^ELLS

The smoke rose from the Lion Dome, the harbour torn asunder ships and Jaeger strewn alike, the Kaiju had long since departed leaving a wake of destruction in their wake and a toxic slime that denied life to almost anything that came into contact with it. The Electric Boogaloo had come to an unceremonious and defeated end, no victors gloated over its fall, no allies spoke of its heroism in the fight against the Kaiju. What few remained departed, scattering to the winds vowing to do things differently. The same story had been spoken of several times as each dome had fallen in turn.

Now the Governments spoke of alternative plans of action, no longer willing to pour vast hordes of wealth into what had amounted to a failed project. Defending against a Kaiju attack proved to be futile, attacking the Kaiju proved to be futile, suicide runs were futile, the militaries of the world had almost run out of options. Some sought out a real alternative to find either a way to defeat the Kaiju through superior technologies, or by escaping them entirely and headed south for the Ascendancy Cannon. The Kaiju attacks slowed, no longer were beast after beast crawling out of The Kaija Rift in triple event after double event, but the pollution grew ever further in reach and the tremors more regular, the threat was still there and it wasn't going away.

It took three years after the Lion Dome fell for anyone to pluck up the courage to begin a possible counter against the Kaiju and give them a meaningful chance of survival but also potentially of discovery. Barely funded, barely resourced and with a plan that looked like desperation a woman with an ambition, a former investigator and pilot candidate stepped up and approached various nations, individuals, companies and former pilots alike to give her the resources to do whatever they could to slow the pollution and avert the Kaiju for as long as they could. At first, her worlds fell on deaf ears, but as the tremors grew more frequent and the project to the south was delayed again and again, they needed time and keeping their worn Jaegers even in storage was costing them both time and money. The decision was made as long as she could find somewhere to base from they would give her the scraps and various Jaeger programs.

Thus, the Anvil Dome was reborn. Since the fall of The Great Anvils not long after it suffered a defeat from the Kaiju, the Anvil Dome is based a little distance south of The Kaija Rift and was originally a natural formation made from a raised magma chamber and had been prior fortified for many naval engagements over the years. Now as the Jaeger are shipped in, it is to be the basis of operations for the new project if and only if the team that arrives can get it back up to speed after so many years of disrepair.

[Enfaru]

The first of convoys arrived, a combination of sixteen wheel trucks, multi-drive vehicles and a few helicopters to a northern inlet of what used to be The Great Anvils. Much of the infrastructure had been wiped out and getting into the inlet by boat had proven impractical for the resources that they had on hand and yet there was still a sigh of disappointment upon arrival. Since the defeat of the base by a particularly cunning Kaiju attack it hadn't really been repaired for all intents and purposes it appeared to have been left entirely to rot. The primary reason they couldn't get in by boat was that there was still debris in the inlet that would have to be moved and yet, built into the cavern the main structure appeared to be remarkably intact.

Driving straight through the gates not stopping to unlock them, they didn't have the key at any rate the convoy descended into one of the main loading tunnels. Here or there were old Great Anvillian style cars burned out or turned asunder, signs had greened over doors had been left open. Coming to a stop when they could go no further Wendy was more than happy to let herself out into the stale air of the entrance of the Anvil Dome. The trucks and cars parked up, people began to climb out of them. There weren't many people each truck and car probably had one or two extra people, she didn't have the resources for more but it wasn't as though this was going to be the only resources she would have at her disposal.

"What's the problem, why aren't we going any further?" Wendy spoke up as soon as she met with the lead convoy vehicle. He gestured towards a blockade that had been raised, probably by the last occupants before or after they left, maybe it was standard to procedure, unfortunately they wouldn't be able to take the trucks. She shook her head.

"We've got the blockade here and my scouts tell me there's another head long with a large door half jammed and we think one of the main bays were flooded too." She'd only been out of the vehicle for ten fifteen minutes at best, she was a little impressed, "We need a couple of engineers to take a look at them along with the door but we can go in on foot in the mean time." Engineers and resources they didn't have of course, but it wasn't like they were completely unskilled. Wendy gestured for him to lead ahead and he did so. Initially she thought that the structure was possibly entirely constructed by hand but the odd curves and the rough patches told her otherwise, though they'd made it passable. They passed through the large reinforced steel doors, noting that they were only jammed open by a few feet, enough for people to pass but little else, as she passed through she could see why. A rock had crushed the mechanism, whether it was salvageable was up for debate and then they came to the civilian observation deck.

Fortunately it gave a good view of the different bays, most of them had water present, but then it would, this used to be a naval fortress after all, but some of the bays had more water than they should and they were clearly damaged. The main bay doors had been ripped asunder and the inner sanctum doors too had been heavily damaged, whatever had defeated the base had done an impressive job of getting in and yet there was still a lot of usable equipment...even if there was a hole in the roof. Lights were partially restored although some blew immediately upon getting fresh power but there was enough to look around. Her situation could have been a lot worse.

"We'd better get set up. Get a command base set up in there..." Wendy pointed.

"Yes Professor," Three departed.

"I want you to find out when the others are expected to arrive." Two more headed back towards the trucks, "I want you to get to work on making sure we have water and food, the rest can unload." These guys were technicians sure, but they wouldn't be able to do major mechanical work, that would have to wait.

[Asgareth]

Whilst the first kaiju assault had happened some thirty years ago, one nation refused to participate in relief efforts. Asgareth believed it was sufficiently protected due to its proximity to both Lion and Fyrix domes. It relied upon other nations machines, and pilots, to defend its ocean shores. Whilst this initially worked, pressure swiftly fell upon the government to implement their own jaeger program. They were reluctant to change.

However, twelve years ago, the fall of Fyrix made Asgareth reconsider its place. Swiftly, funding was implemented and three mark I Jaegers were made. For the next seven years, Asgareth played a major role against the Kaija. Through the years, two Jaeger machines fell. First, Hermia suffered a severe malfunction following a fight. Then came the fall of Olivii, which cost two Asgarthian lives. However, the fight continued. Soon, Potelia was joined by the Macerina- just in time for the double event. Thankfully, both survived the second assault of the Kaija. However, the loss of Lion Dome would prove vital. Potelia was retired, whilst the Macerina was sent to Asgareth as part of a national defence program.

Asgareth announced its intention to not build any more jaegers, instead opting to focus on the development of the Aria. However, multiple delays encouraged one final attempt at the Jaeger program. The Blude was built in what the Asgarthian media dubbed as a fruitless endeavour. Now, a contingent of Asgarthians were en-route to the dome, hoping to delay the kaija assault once more.

---

Five miles away from the Anvil Dome, nine indistinguishable trucks raced down the roads. An assortment of engineers, accountants, armed guards, doctors, secretaries and pilots were inside. A tenth truck followed closely behind, carrying nothing but alcohol- enough to sustain the Asgarthians for two days at least.

In truck 5, Wilnir Trewlyn III was busy in conversation with his father.
“So, dad. How long do you reckon till we get called out? 3 days is my bet!” Wilnir III, more commonly known as Vas, asked.
“3 days! Vas, this isn’t like the domes of old. I bet they don’t even have electricity. As far as I know only the Farians have arrived so far… they’ve probably started making daisy chains.”
Vas laughed, “I thought we agreed you’d stop being so…”
“Truthful?” Wilnir joked
“I was thinking racist.” Vas replied smiling. “So, how long do you think?”
“Don’t ask me. Ask the Kaija.” Wilnir responded. “But 3 weeks at minimum.”

The trucks continued along the bumpy road. The road was completely unmaintained, and the frequent bumps made sleep impossible. From the driver’s perspective, cars could be seen abandoned along the road side. Their exteriors were burnt to a crisp, and the streets were deserted. There was an apocalyptic feel, but of course they hadn’t expected a warm welcome.

The trucks passed through the knocked down gates, causing Wilnir to comment
“Looks like even the Farians couldn’t be bothered to pick the lock.”
“Probably too busy dreaming about peace, harmony and love to notice the gates.” Vas replied.

Eventually, the convoy parked up next to the Farian contingent.
“Why have we stopped?” Wilnir asked. “We can’t be at the compound yet.”
The truck driver spoke up. “We can’t get the barricade down, and half the compound just isn’t working. Supposedly the Farians couldn’t fix it.”
“Typical” Wilnir replied. “Leave the manual labour to the grunts.”
Vas laughed. “Probably should get a couple of engineers out there to look at it.”
“Yeah…” Wilnir looked at Vas, with a smile. “And while we wait for someone else to clean up the mess, how’d you feel about raiding that alcohol truck?”

---

Outside, a group of engineers were examining the damage. Amongst them was Adam Yunger. The last three years had been unkind to Adam. Not only had he aged terribly, but a recent triple demotion from Chief Engineer of the AJD to Sub-Engineer, ensured he felt a great deal of resentment towards authorities.

"This barricade is in a bad state. Shoddy workmanship... probably an Iryllian project." Marc began
"And apparently the Farians couldn't be bothered to fix it. Apparently they didn't bring any engineers." Alex stated
"Great! Looks like our week just got busier!" Adam replied, grumpily.
"Y'know, how bout we just look busy, whilst we wait for someone else to fix this mess?" Marc replied
"You wanna leave this in the hands of the Valari? You think that's a good plan?" Adam asked. "Besides what happens when the higher ups ask what we were up to?"
"We tell them. We were stuck on how to fix the barricade, and had gone off to get another tool. In that time, the Valari must have fixed it."
"I'm game." Alex responded. "You know, there is that alcohol truck..."
Adam looked at the pair, before shaking his head. "I'm in, but I'm telling you this is not going down well."

[Valyrien]

The Greater Stratocratic Empire of Valyrien had withdrawn from the Lion Dome shortly after the catastrophic mission with Bellerophon and Sfvartgaarde, the notion that Iryllia had conspired to destroy Valyrien's latest prototype had mostly settled, but not died completely despite the death of their own crew since: "They're Iryllian's after all, never know what length's they'd go to." The Empire's stance was that the blame lay entirely on the incompetent Iryllian leadership, thus they took great offence at the lack of consequence, resluting in Valyrien withdrawing all support for the Jaeger program and left the Kaiju to be dealt by those directly threatened by the rift. The remaining Jaegers serving in the different Domes were drafted into the Valarisk Krigsmakt to fight against humans, not the Kaiju.

A surprising handful, consisting of pilots and engineers protested against the government's decision to ignore the Kaiju and the use of Jaegers to fight other Jaegers. The Valari valued their heroes, which made the optimistic and peaceful protesters all the more surprised when they were met with the clenched fist of the Kommissariatet and criminal sentences sending them to forced labour in the Valarisk mines. The lucky few stripped of all their achivements and exiled from the motherland, to never see their home again.

---

Standing near the entrence to the Anvil Dome, dust clouds could be seen getting kicked up by a mixed group of out-dated military trucks and construction vehicles, lead by a single modified and bulky tank that was nearing antiquity, purchased on a whim by the Chief Engineer with the only argument being "It's a tank, fuckin' bitching!" Most of the vehicles having been bought on the cheap and saved from being turned into scrap-metal, most of the trucks quite visibly weighed down by equipment also purchased and then imported from the Valarisk colonies.

They grinded to a painful halt behind the two convoys and took their time switching the roaring engines off, the driver of the tank accidently pushing the gas and jerking the tank forward, bumping into the Asgerthi truck infront of them, the truck in turn bumped into the next. "Ah, sorry about that guv'!" a distorted shrill voice blasted from the speakers strapped to the tank in a make-shift manner. Once they finally switched the engines off, they left a surprisingly heavy silence behind.

"Oi, what's seems to be da problem guv'ner!" The questioner popping her head out of the tank's hatch and was revealed to be a certain Alekshandra "Best fuckin' Chief Engineer there's to be had" Amarée.
"Why are ya blockin' da road!" She shouted whilst climbed out of the hatch, taking a moment to wipe off the sweat with an oil stained towel she wore around her neck.
"Shitface, toss me a shirt!" The command directed at a second passenger climbing out of the tank, dressed like Alekshandra in trousers and heavy boots, but without the military jacket tied around his waist.
"You got it , boss." He answered in a deep, calm voice and threw her a tank top. Adding a fourth piece of clothing to her collection.

She didn't wait for a reply and started strolling past the convoy, digging around in her pocket for her treasured flip-lighter and liting a cigarette, having decided to pollute the stale air in an attempt to imitate one of the terrible B-movie actors she'd glorified as a child. She gave the random person a nod, a smile or a "Mhmhm", but tipped an invisible hat when passing Wendy. After a brief conversation about the barricades, Aleks continued further into the facility with a rallying "On adventure boys!" and went on a quest to gain access for the convoy.

Alekshandra's less than elegant enterence had taken the attention of a pale passenger content with remaining in the jeep, her eyes darting between different stacks of documents and a collection of journals, most of them written in an obscure and academic version of Valar.

---

"Hmmm..." Alekshandra mused whilst staring intently on the collection of buttons and switches, like she had for the past ten minutes. She leaned heavily against the console, letting out a huff of smoke and started flipping switches in a seemingly random order. A sigh was followed after a few minutes of silence till she grumbled "Fuckin' broken Epiloian make-shift piece of sh-" and kicked the console, the generators booting up at just the right moment to catch her off-guard. With a "Now we're in business lads!" and cracking of the knuckles, Amariée went to work accessing the systems.

Back in the main loading tunnel Sonja's radio communicator and those in the convoy tuned to the same frequency recieved a "Oi! Got the generators back online! Radio in which sectors you need online. Don't wanna strain these old systems, now do we? They aren't Valarisk and built to last after all." Unnerved by the sudden screaming of Amariée, Sonja took a moment before exiting to join the others.

[Enfaru]

The Faræ hadn't been slouching but their use at the moment was slim and they'd been focusing on the cafeteria, bathrooms and berths. If there was one thing the Faræ valued, it was being well rested and relaxed and often it was the small things that counted. Running water hadn't quite been established, allegedly some of the lower areas were flooded with sea water and before they could get running water they'd have to get the bilge up and running. In the meantime their supplies would have to do and they had brought some water recycling units to maximise their supplies. The storage supplies regarding food had left almost nothing but dust in the stores but there were plenty of ration packs, dried and canned foods but nothing in the freezer, thankfully they'd found suitable amounts of oil and items usable to cook food in. Needless to say while most had elected to help out with these duties few had elected to help unload the vehicles contrary to direction and those that did were not of the usual breed of Faræ.

Five, two men, three women dressed in long robes that had been rolled up and tied back using numerous belts of various thicknesses were just emerging for another round of unloading when then spotted the new comers. Asgarthians and Valari had found themselves berthed in the loading bays alongside the Farian trucks and other vehicles, notably the Asgarthians had begun to gather more around the alcohol and it was surprisingly the Valari that had chosen to actually deal with the problem of the barrier. The three women carried on walking and gave out instructions to each other to finish unloading while the two men greeted their Valari comrades or at least particularly the one who was trying to fix the barrier and anything else she could find her hands on nearby. Stepping forwards the seemingly older one drew his hands before his left hand above his right as if holding a ball before reaching up with his right turning his palm anti-clockwise as he did so, stepped back on his right foot and drew down into a bow. The initial hand gesture of turning ones hand anti-clockwise almost in front of ones face had become a very common greeting not so different to the handshake so common in other cultures, however the rest was distinctly more formal and part of something else.

"Ifn Kejserliga Polytekniska Institutet af Archon Amariée Alekshandra." Then he spoke plainly in perfect common tongue, "I am Gasarl, my colleague Samazthu and unloading, Talen, Somii and Zei'qi. We are very pleased to make your acquaintance."
Translation Alekshandra Amariée of Kejserliga Polytekniska Institutet af Archon

"We can take you through to the Command Facility if you would like?" The other spoke up. It wasn't as though the Command facility was far, but getting there if you didn't have an idea of the layout of the place could be tricky, they had already lost two of their number to the maze although they hadn't quite had the time to spend looking for them either.

[Opplandia]

After several long days of journeying through dusty plains and swampy salt-marches a large convoy of trucks and other vehicles made it´s way toward the site of the now-derelict Anvil Dome; the colors of the opplandian flag barely discernible on them through dirt and grime. The sun was already setting as the lead-vehicle of the convoy, a repurposed military transporte of the type HEMTT, came over the ridge of a hill and started it´s long decend toward the ruined structures of the abandoned Shatterdome, finally closing in on their destination.

In the last light of the day the foremost vehicles of the Opplandians arrived before the massive landside-gate of the Anvil Dome and come to a stop with screeching brakes. As soon as the trucks stop the engines are being shut down and a considerable amount of people disembark, lining up beside the road with military discipline as still more and more trucks came in with loads of equipment, ressources, manpower and food. As the mass of the newcomers were waiting for orders, a few figures began to roam the area and move about between the cargo that the other teams had brought, probably assessing how everything was organized.

Meanwhile a trio of figures jumped out of a truck and moved up to the semi-open doors of the facility, one of them wearing the distinct uniform of a high ranking Officer of the Army, while the other two wore skin-tight Ranger suits; making them discernible as the Pilots of the opplandian Jaeger, Sven Brodén and Ibram Youssef. The three stepped over the threshold and looked around them, taking everything in while also looking for somebody to give them directions as to how they should proceed from here on. It was readily obvious that they had expected to face organized if makeshift command.

[Auruum]

“Oh here he comes in Slithering, Acid-King is one Kaiju that just doesn’t know when to quit.” Chimed one offscreen announcer of last month’s latest Kaiju Krush battle, Auruum’s premier Kaiju vs Jaeger show. Another different voices chimes in as a large snake-like Kaiju swam towards a bulky, but rather ornately decorated Jaeger. “Oh Watch out! Watch Out!” The announcer said as Acid-King breached the surface of the waves and opened it’s jaws to spray its caustic chemicals before a large fist slammed into the bottom jaw, closing it, while another seized the beast by the throat and squeezed. Acid-King thrashed about and tried to claw and bite and spray at the Jaeger but nothing seemed to find purchase on the armor. With it’s free hand the Jaeger grabbed at the tail of the Kaiju and began to pull until Acid-King’s Head was torn from it’s body.

“AND THATS ANOTHER K.O. FOR THE CRASH N’ BURN! UNBELIEVABLE! TEN AND OH, THE UNDEFEATED GIANT SLAYERS CONTINUE THEIR REIGN AS AURUUM’S CHAMPI-“ the screen shut off as two Goblins grinned to themselves, the Champions in question, Superstar Monster Killers: Iggy and Eddie, better known as Crash and Burn.

“Hell yeah we are!” Iggy said running his hands across the shaven sides of his Mohawk. “Kaiju ain’t got shit on C and B! WHOOO!” Eddie shouted before he and Iggy took eachother by the shoulders and slammed their heads together. Skulls colliding harmlessly (Maybe) in their version of a hi-five.

With many nations in Rusinia pulling out of the program to defend and fight back against the monsters, choosing instead to protect just themselves and condemn their neighbors...again. Auruum atleast player Lip-Service to the original ideals of the Program, but being so far from the Rift, and the extreme rarity of monsters that swam this far south, to Meridia, It wasnt hard for the greenskins to feel not only safe, but confident. The Kaiju threat was never a threat to Auruum, not truly. By time the Goblins has their first attack, they already had Jaegers and pilots to use them. After the second battle, It became a televised phenomenon. Companies sponsored Jaegers and their pilots, Each jaeger acting as its own team, with each kill scoring points that were tallied up at the end of each year to crown one team as Champion, a largely meaningless title, and bragging rights. When the Anvil Dome was announced and work began to start up a multinational Jaeger Program again, Auruum’s Reigning champions, Crash and Burn, were chosen to represent the goblins.

A small army of goblin and hobgoblin workers traveled along with their own TV crew to document the adventures of the Giant Slayers. Their own convoy parking near the others to start the monumental task of unloading and preparing everything.

Unlike some folks, The Greenskins didn’t wait for orders, and quickly set to work wherever the others werent. The two Goblin Jaeger Pilots shoving past any human feet without a care for who they were.

“OUTTA THA WAY LONGSHANKS!” Shouted Crash.
“YEAH, SUPER STARS COMIN’ THROUGH!” Shouted Burn.

[Asgareth]

From afar, the Asgarthians watched as the Valari and Farians greeted one another. Whilst some were rather annoyed at how the Farians had approached the Valari first, Yas and Wilnir were in a more cheerful state; helped, no doubt, by the sheer amount of alcohol they had consumed. They laughed as they watched Gasarl bow, mocking what they perceived to be blatant snivelling.
“You ever seen such a pathetic attempt at a bow, dad?” Vas asked.
“Nah. Even those goblins bow better.” Wilnir replied. “Say, you wanna follow them? There might be something good going down.”
Vas laughed. “Nah, I’m good back here. I doubt they have the bar fixed up in there. There is a bar in the compound right?”
“If not, we’ll make one.” Wilnir stated. “Farians won’t like a bunch of pissed off Asgarthians, so I expect they will give in to our request.”

Others were not so relaxed about the perceived favouritism.
“Oi! We were here first. Show us through to the compound! The Valari have a job to do out here, anyway!” Marc called out to the Farian contingent.
“Don’t waste your breath Marc! Farians are a bunch of racists.” Alex muttered quietly, before yelling out “Besides, the Farians will most likely get lost again.”
Whilst he laughed at this suggestion, Adam swiftly took to his feet. “Hold on a minute” he stated to the pair of engineers.

Adam approached the group, and aimed his anger at Gasarl
“So, you gonna show us around or what? We’ve been waiting longer than they have. Plus, they haven’t fixed the barricade yet.”
Smiling, Adam turned to the Valari, before stating “Shouldn’t you have fixed that by now anyway?” He turned to the Farians once more, and smiled “You give them one job to do, and they can’t even manage that. No wonder people are beginning to wonder whether the empire is on the wane.”

[Enfaru]

The interruption was not unexpected but the rudeness still jarred with his personality. Samazthu raised their eyebrows in surprise but was even more surprised when Gasarl turned to him and slightly bowed his head in acknowledgement before turning to the Opplandians that had approached them. To the Opplandians, Gasarl made the same bow as he did with Alekshandra and greeted them in the same way, "Thank you for coming, if you would follow by colleague, he will guide you inside to the Command Fac-." Then the Auruum pilots simply barged through them all. Samazthu was about to shout out for them to be careful but Gasarl stopped him. This place wasn't a purely man made fortification, it was mostly natural and its pathways didn't follow the usual logical structure, if someone didn't want a guide, then it was their risk to take.

As for the Asgarthians, he was less impressed by the initial man's attitude. In fact he felt a little inclined to help someone who openly displayed drunken and disorderly behaviour to their hosts, "This facility requires a lot of repair work and I have been instructed that it is of paramount importance that the facility be brought to full working order as soon as possible. As you can see there is a lot of work here to be done and I am sure... Miss Amariée... could use extra hands. Aren't you an engineer yourself?"

Meanwhile, in amongst the rest of the trucks that was now more resembling a major highway service station than anything else, the three girls were busily loading a pallet with goods and wares that would be useful inside the facility. One of them heard the talk from Vas and Wilner about a potential bar and they were suddenly quite interested. The Faræ didn't have 'bars' as it were, sure they had restaurants and such but alcohol wasn't so much a part of their lives as to need an establishment catering for it, that wasn't to say they didn't have an interest, especially from certain sectors of Farian society.

"We're getting the Cafeteria ready now if you want to lend a hand?" The girl known as Talen spoke up, a rather tall girl, black hair pulled back into a plait. Her robes were unusual in that they were sleeveless and patterned with roses, most Farian robes were quite plain usually of single colours with outlining decoration only, "We have a supply of Brandy and equipment to make wine...but, it needs off loading first."

[Valyrien]

"Uh, huh..?" Too many strange events required Amariée's attention, first recieving a warm welcome from what looked like two cult members speaking Valar, not too different from how a shady street vendor would try to befriend a tourist by speaking their language.
"Would've be mighty appreciat-" The Chief Engineer started after staring at them for a moment with a cocked brow, before getting abruptly interrupted by a sudden stampede of small green men.
"What th-" Was the only response she could muster at the near comical scene unfolding. She was wearing a faint smile and a kind face, but had started to chew on the cigarette, a sign most of her crew knew meant severe irritation. The drunk Asgarthi didn't help.
"Yeah..." Alekshandra mused as she raised a hand to hush the Faræ calling her "Miss", having grown tired of the present company and started regretting coming to the Dome.

"Let's take a quick moment to hash things out, old fart/fish tits." She started, having initially been torn between which insult to use and ended up settling for both, as she walked up to the Asgerthi that thought he could get under her skin with some vague insults. She was short for a Valari, quite certainly shorter than Adam.
"Nah, closer mate." She blew a puff of smoke in his eyes, smiling as she took a firm grasp of his collar and pulled him down to her eye level and continued. "I need to be certain you hear me, nut rag." Lowering her tone considerably, forcing those interested to move a little closer. "I roll up here with my crew, and the first thing I see is a bunch of drunkards helping themselves to some Rusina Tea, which is all fine and dandy. Except we're stuck at the fuckin' entrence after a long and sweaty drive becuase Asgerthi trash can't be bothered to pitch in." She made the man looked her in the eye, the yellow-ish eyes pretty, unnerving or plain ugly depending on the person.
"Now, I'm not one for insulting someone's homeland, I'm a colonial Valari from Iron Harbour after all and could simply not be bothered to give a fuck after being raised in that melting pot, but I can't help feeling that you can't go around talkin' sheit when your own nation is just one of Myraxia's many bitches." She let him go with a soft push. "Now, let's have a beer later if you've managed to drop the attitude." She finished, ignoring the Asgerthi and truning her attention elsewhere.

"Now, Gaz-arl-something, pleased to fucking meet you. If you would show me to the antwacky Command Facility." Walking ahead of the guide.

---

Sonja had witnessed the entire event from a comfortable distance, her pokerface only hinting towards a slight amusement. She picked up one of the bags stashed in the back, taking only a moment to look through the miscellaneous equipment and grabbing the occasional piece, including a torch. She had spent a few days digging through the old Pan-Atlas databases and managed to unearth a map of the Anvil Shatter Dome and was now ready to start moving towards what she intended to become the Dome's laboratory... AFTER waiting for the expedition team to also gather their things, most of pure-blooded Valari taking their time, acting like zombies because of the heat. Having Amariée at the controls to open doors and give directions based of the plans maps in the facilities own systems was worth waiting for as well.

[Enfaru]

Gasarl made a rather more curt gesture, bringing his hands in a circular motion from his stomach together as if he were holding a ball vertically, lowered his hands slightly and bowed leaving his colleague to pick up where he left off. They hadn't expected to take multiple members in at the same time but it didn't look like there would be much opportunity. Still that meant Samazthu would be left holding the door for the moment, not that he could or even would stop any of them if they walked straight past him its just he wouldn't be able to guide them and if they got lost, well... that wasn't to be on Gasarl's conscience.

Swiftly he caught up the engineer before she took a wrong turn and guided her along the correct route. One of these days they were going to have to remark the routes so that they wouldn't get lost so easily but for now, guides it'd have to be, "You handled the Asgarthian very well." Though he wasn't sure about some the extra punches she threw in for good measure this was for Gasarl and honest as assessment of how he saw it, assertive bordering on aggressive but not unreasonably so. He tried to catch another look at her, she had an unusual complexion from what he knew about the Valyrien people, but then, much of what he knew he had read rather than seen first hand.

Meanwhile back at the entrance Samazthu wasn't surprised he'd been left to face just about everything but then, they weren't all forth coming with complaints, "We have extra equipment to help off load if you need any." He called over to the next most important looking person, whom he would later come to know as Sonja. Then he turned back to those in front of him and smiled sweetly. Nothing much he could do until they decided what they wanted to do next.

[Asgareth]

Adam smirked as Amariée approached him. He coughed slightly as he inhaled the smoke, but continued to smile as she drew nearer. “Hello dearie, would you like to continue our chat?”

Adam’s smile was not to last. The war of words that the Valari exchanged came as a surprise to Adam. The words were not the rudest Adam had heard, but the intonation with which they were said, stung more than Adam would let on. Adam attempted to respond, but found himself being silenced by Amariée on more than one occasion. Her rude remarks about Asgareth warranted a punch, Adam only resisting as he realised Marc and Alex would be no help in a fight against the Valari. Thus, Adam’s only response came at the very end, in the form of a slight nod, as Amariée offered a pint.

He watched Amariée walk off, leading Gasarl, and snarled to himself.
“Pathetic. Bloody Valari. They ain’t got nothing on us, have they boys?” he asked Alex and Marc.
“Yeah… about that. Y’know, she kinda did just beat you nine ways to Sunday” Alex replied smirking.
“She beat me? What you on about boy? I rattled her cage! Adam responded.

“Oh yeah? You sure seem a little.. what’s the word, Marc?”
“Embarassed? Ashamed? Humiliated? Defeated?” Marc joked
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Defeated.”
Adam glared at the pair, before he snapped “Shouldn’t you be working?”

The pair chortled as they stumbled up, and slowly made their way to the barricade to assist in the efforts. Adam remained behind, sullen in defeat. He reached behind for a bottle of ale and swiftly began drinking once more.

His mind drew back upon Amariée’s words once more. So, she was from Iron Harbour. An Archon, in one way or another. That explained a lot really, he thought. Archons were uncivilized in nature, much unlike the Rusinans. One only needed to glance at the Iron Harbour to gain a sense of the brutality of the land.

---

Meanwhile, more Asgarthians were unhappy at being asked to muck in and give a hand. Wilnir and Vas were less than impressed at Talen’s suggestion. They exchanged looks, as if to ask was she talking to them. A swift nod between the pair and they arrived at the conclusion that she was indeed asking for their help.
“Ah. Hello!” Vas started. “We’d love to help you-”
“But we don’t want to.” Wilnir interrupted bluntly. “And as for brandy and wine. Whatever happened to good old ale and rum? Isn’t brandy for our beloved senior citizens?”
Wilnir chuckled, as he rose and offered a handshake to Talen.
“I’m Wilnir. My son, Wilnir.” He stated, pointing at Vas “Most call him Vas. We’re still not sure why.”

Vas rose in response, and waved hello to Talen, as Wilnir continued. “Why would a cafeteria serve alcohol? Have your people not discovered bars yet?” He looked down at the strange robes, and chuckled. “Though, judging by your dress sense, they may not have discovered civilization yet either.”
Vas interrupted. “Come on dad, we agreed. No more racist remarks. You’ve got to put up with the lot of them, might as well try and make friends.” Turning once more to Talen, Yas continued
“But he does raise a good point. Why is there no bar? You must have realised by now that the Valari are a bunch of raging alcoholics?”

[Opplandia]

As nothing else seems to happen at this point the opplandian Officer turns to his waiting men and gives a signal, yelling "UNLOADING!", at which everyone sets in motion. Quickly and with military precision, wares were handed down from trucks, containers were set down and forklift trucks began to move pallets of goods about, stowing everything in accordance with existing Organisation. While everything got busy a small group began to erect a large tent that was then outfittet with a lng table, a series of chairs and enough electronics to make every IT-course turn pale. Seeing that everything was going to plan the Officer turned back to the Farians who were still around "If I may, I think it would be the best to call-in some kind of 'war council' to discuss everything; from assessing what Equipment and ressources we have up to what needs to be taken care of first. Our Command Post should provide a suitable frame for such a Meeting, I suppose."

With that he turns and walks off to oversee the lot who were busily unloading the trucks of the OAF, making sure that everything went as it should, even though his men and women were trained proffesionals. With nothing else to do the two Pilots step through the half-open doors to take-in the facility proper. As usual, Sven Brodén didnt hold back with his opinion "Holy Shit. Seems like this place has been fucked over pretty roughly." "It´s certainly seen better times, thats true" interjects his companion, Ibram Youssef "but I guess it will do once it has been cleared up. If anything, I can tell that our allies are pretty hard working to keep the Jaeger-Project alive."

Some time later the opplandian Army Officer, the two pilots and a few others sat at the table in the command tent, discussing a few things while waiting to see if anyone would gather for a 'war council'. Meanwhile the assembeled workers finished to unload and stow the goods that had been brought in, once again waiting for orders in neat rows.

[Enfaru]

Samazthu for his part rolled his eyes as the Opplandians turned away from him, for whatever reason they had not paid Gasarl any attention whatsoever perhaps they didn't consider him of equal stature worthy of their notice, Samazthu was unfortunately accustomed to such behaviour even from with Enfaru. Since he had nothing better to do and everyone else had gone back to doing their own thing he went back to his original task and headed over the girls who were in the process of getting the short shrift from another pair of Asgarthian soldiers when asked for their assistance, though she still shook their hands in greeting but in reply to Vas' question it was Samazthu whom spoke.

"We consider it polite to consume alcohol with a good meal and plenty of friends. Alcohol, is a tool to some of us rather than an means to an end and eating a good meal while standing...well that's just messy." At which point Talen acknolwedged Samazthu, who instead of waiting around began wrapping the now stacked pallet in a thin but tightly fitting netting.

"You're pilots aren't you?" Talen smiled, she had little interest in piloting herself and she often found pilots to be very self important but why people were drawn to such a role interested her, "Seen much action?"

In the Command Facility the Professor had set her team to work and they even had a few systems up and running...including a vending machine of sorts. It only dispensed water at the moment but that was soon to change. Around her a series of makeshift desks had been set up and portable computers set up on them. Wires trailed everywhere and harsh temporary lighting illuminated what looked like used to be the Main Command deck or a portion of at least. Around them were various dead consoles, wires hanging out of some, plants growing out of others it was clear that no one had been in here for some time. She began to give more orders while carrying a tablet that she would occasionally tap before pushing up her reading spectacles once in a while.

"Okay, now...the first things most of them are going to want is something alcoholic. Has the cafeteria been set up yet?"

"Gasarl and Talen are unloading the last truck now, but we have basic functionality yes."

"Good. When they arrive I want the heads of the respective delegations up here as soon as possible...not the pilots, I can do without that much ego." She waved dismissively, "and so would you do me a favour and get me a decanter of Perinsi... very much doubt they'll have tried that and my decanter of the old Brandy too. Thanks" And off scarpered another two of the Faræ to do her bidding. The professor didn't come across as someone who should be in charge of such an endeavour, she seemed much too soft.

[Asgareth]

Vas listened disinterestedly as Samazthu spoke. He was slouched slightly, and had to stifle a yawn so as to avoid unwanted attention. Wilnir on the other hand, listened politely. He couldn’t imagine living somewhere with so little alcohol, and found those who could rather quirky.

“Oh we’re pilots alright. Best Rusinan pilots at the Anvil dome, and yes. You can quote me on that.” Vas said.
Wilnir chuckled, before he started speaking again. “Yeah, we’ve seen action. But up in the sky. Former Air Navy, you know the drill. The Blude? She hasn’t been used yet. Hell, for all we know she’ll fall apart upon first contact. Apparently some parts came from Myraxia. You know, shoddy workmanship and all that.”
Vas smirked. “So what do you do around here?”
Before Talen could speak, Wilnir interrupted. “Well, whatever it is, it can wait. Hardly more important than getting this bar up and running is it? You know, the Valari… they’re a bunch of alcoholics.”

Suddenly, and without hesitation, Vas and Wilnir sprung into action, grabbing paint buckets and brushes. They turned to Talen and Wilnir said
“What? The place needs a bit of a change up, don’t you think. Say don’t you think this room will look pretty sweet painted Red, Orange and Yellow? Couple of swords hung proudly over the bar… I mean café?”

---

Whilst Marc and Alex finished repairing the barricade, Adam watched on. Still annoyed at the Valari, he spewed a series of insults within his head. After having finished his beer, and downing another, Adam rose sharply.

He went up to Marc and Alex and began to speak
“You believe they got us out here, whilst they’ve wandered off inside? Weaklings.”
“Who?” asked Marc, as he glanced at Alex, whose face shared the same confusion.
Adam’s brow creased, as he glared at Marc. “The lot of them. The Faræ, The Valari, Opplandians, The Greenskins.”
Marc and Alex turned away, and began the final few repairs.

Adam huffed, before making his way to the entrance, muttering to himself
“Faræ say I’ll get lost. I’ll show em.”

[Opplandia]

Meanwhile the opplandian Officer and the Pilots had acknowledged that the others had no need for their Command Post and abandoned it to venture into the huge hangar-like facility. The rest of the detachment however made themselves useful where they could, building a few barricades or making half-hearted repairs on the road, while others again entered the Anvil Dome to see if they could do anything. Someone even erected a field kitchen, starting to cook something to feed the masses of their workers.

The team of engineers and technicians that went inside quickly assessed the state of Anvil Dome and decided to give the electricity a shot, a handful of them setting out to find some sort of plan of the complex while the rest went to the sub-levels, trying to find whatever source of Power there was. Luckily for them the lower parts of the structure were not as devastated as the upper, greeting them with at least a few intact signs.

Up on the main level, the Pilots had separated from their 'attachment' and wandered about on catwalks and platforms to take a look around. Charming as ever, Sven Brodén didnt keep his toughts for himself "Damn it, man. They must be really desperate if they want to get this place up and running again. Pretty much every Nation involved has cut back their spending on the multilateral part of the Jaeger Program after Lion Dome, and now they expect us to get this thing alive again."Dont be such a dork all the time, Bro" was Youssefs only reply. Even though he remained cool outside, secretly he thought that his friend wasnt that wrong about the state of the facility.

[Enfaru]

Talen and the girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes as the pilots suddenly found their motivation, "A little alcohol and you're raring to go..." A gentle laugh, "Come on, I'll show you where 'Café' is before you paint the front porch." Talen jumped off the wagon and with a wave to Samazthu as he loaded the pallet onto a pump truck helped to push it towards the doors. It looked as though some Valyrien engineers had finally gotten the barrier half down so they could begin pulling the trucks further inside instead of out here where they were vulnerable. Where as Gasarl and Alekshandra had turned to the left Talen and Samazthu turned to the right down a short ramp or three.

All around them now were the soothing blue glow of the emergency lighting and the rough tunneled walls with barely a road before them meandering in what seemed to be a fairly anti-clockwise direction. There was easily enough space for the trucks to pass through but it was the smell that Talen didn't like, to her it smelled as if someone had been burning things with the very slightest touch of sulfur. They had figured it was something to do with the fact all the air was stale and this was the beginnings of the lower decks. The rumbling of the pump truck echoed around them. A short while of walking and Samazthu slowed, pulled to the left and they pushed the pallet up a decidedly steeper ramp. They had come to some kind of loading bay or other, plenty of space for the trucks to park up and unload but it seemed from from the end of the tunnel.

A sharp whistle to attract the pilots attention, he pointed through a passage way, "Up there first door on your left, the main canteen... that's where all the alcohol will be served if you want to start painting?"

Before anyone could respond there was a loud crackling that emanated through the entire Anvil dome and from various places plumes of dust space out along with a rush of air, then everything fell silent again at least for a moment and then a voice boomed through.

"Can all detachment leaders and team representatives please make their way to the Command Facility by following the green flashing indicators." Like the voice of a Principal calling students for assembly Wendy's voice wasn't as authoritative as might have been expected but it was clear and understandable, "All pilots should make their way to the Upper Observation deck to await debriefing, please follow the orange flashing indicators." Abruptly a series of other lights flickered on with the various colours flicking on and off in a distinct following pattern in the direction of travel. It seemed Anvillian tech was actually more solid than they had been given credit for.

[Asgareth]

Wilnir and Vas had both smiled politely as Talen made her little joke.
“Well, the porch would look much nicer, painted red, yellow and orange too.” Vas staed

Wilnir and Vas turned to one another as the alarm went off.
“What on earth? You don’t think it’s a kaija, do you dad?” Vas asked
“Nah. Probably a greenskin. Couldn’t reach the button for the coffee and hit the alarm to get our attention.”
Vas briefly chuckled, before he spoke again “We should probably head up”
“Spose so. But I’m telling you, if this is a drill I’m going to punch someone. And that may or may not be a greenskin.” Wilnir replied.

The pair followed the orange lights. The dome suddenly felt empty, a ghost town. There was a sense of panic in the atmosphere. As they made their way towards the observation deck, they began to notice the lack of people in the area.
“They must all be inside” Vas chuckled. “Ready to make an entrance?”

“We’re here! Now tell me which idiot set off the alarm!” Wilnir snapped. The pair looked around the observation deck, and realised they had been the first to make it.
“And the mystery continues” Vas smiled.

[Enfaru]

There were probably the first in the room, but not quite the first to arrive as standing on the other side of the panoramic window just out of eye sight thanks to the the glare of the sun, it wasn't until they moved to go inside that they could be easily noticed. They were also both dressed in the flowing robes that seemed to be all the rage with the Farians, but like certain others they had tightened them up with thick straps made from a hardy leather looking material. The pair of them looked distinctly young , no older than about sixteen with the boy slightly younger and shorter. As the walked in they seemed to be discussing the finer points of energy transfer ratio between the mechanisms that kept the machine moving and those that worked on its structural integrity, the boy arguing that the frequency needed to be higher but the girl retorting that they could achieve the same outcome by upping the frequency and decreasing the power output potentially saving energy at the cost of maintenance or at least that was how we saw it. The discussion wasn't heated but it was in-depth and they barely noticed that two pilots had made it to the observation room before themselves after the announcement was given.

"Ah...Asgarthians..." The boy observed and raised his hand in similar wave to that which Samazthu had made albeit with less finesse. The girl rebuked him almost immediately, telling him that they wouldn't understand why before doing a slightly more flamboyant version akin to Gasarl's movements.

"You are... Wilner and 'Vas' Trewlyn of the Asgarthian contingent?" She tilted her head slightly. She wore her light golden hair in a long thick plait but kept a short fringe but it was her eyes that stood out the most. They were strikingly blue more so than they should be, in fact they looked opaque not even the whites of the eyes could be seen, they were just blue. She smiled and awaited a response.

[Asgareth]

Wilnir and Vas studied the pair in front of them. A groan, from Wilnir, caused Vas to laugh again.
“Yeah, that’s us.” Wilnir stated. “You chaps Farians? What are you doing here? I thought this room was pilots only? Don’t tell me they just let anyone become a pilot? We’re the cream of the crop, the front line! Best left to the professionals, don’t you think kids?”

Vas chuckled again, before he reached out a hand
“Yeah. I’m Vas, though Wilnir by birth. This old guy? My dad, Wilnir. So did you two summon us? What? Kaija attack? Let us at them. We can take them out in 10 minutes tops. So where did The Blude land? Any idea? We didn’t put a GPS on it in the end. Used that to store some more ale. You know, the whole “do drink and drive? Yeah, apparently the ale improves attention and accuracy by up to 5000%! Crazy right? I would have thought double that!”

Wilnir had clearly grown irritated by the polite chit-chat. He interrupted, before Vas could speak again
“So, what are we here for? And why hasn’t anyone else made it? Are we the only pilots that can get a job done?”

[Enfaru]

The room was indeed occupied by just the four of them to begin with and the first impression was that these four just were not going to get on. The friction in the air was almost malleable, only enhanced by the emptiness and it wasn't as though the room was small either. There were a few tables and chairs around but otherwise this room was far too big for just the four of them.

"We are Miu and Faruuk." the young woman gestured to herself and her brother in turn, "Unfortunately, the Professor hasn't informed us why we were all told to gather here either...we we're wondering why the Jaeger weren't here yet." Miu figured the announcement would be something along those lines but she didn't know specifically after all, their Jaeger was still on its way from the direction of Iryllia and even when it did arrive there was no guarantee it would be able to offload, the main route to the Anvil dome was blocked by numerous ship wrecks and the engineering bay hadn't been cleared at all. Faruuk merely shuffled, patience wasn't exactly his weakness, but he much preferred knowing how long he had to wait, not knowing something caused him more of a headache than any other problems including boastful pilots. Miu sighed seeing as how Faruuk wasn't going to be the most talkative and continued.

"We're pilots ourselves and after analyzing all the data that Shi'fei Taouk gathered we should be more than a handful for the Kaija but if you'd like to show us what you know, we'd love to have a sparring session sometime." Now it was Faruuk's turn to come up with an expression as one of surprise crossed his face.

[Asgareth]

Wilnir chuckled as Miu spoke, before he responded.
“I’ll tell you why there are no Jaegers. Apparently they let the Valarisk take charge of the engineering department. I mean, what fool did that?”

Meanwhile, Vas’ focus was on another point the Farian’s had raised.
“The Professor? What professor? He behind all this?” Vas asked. “Meeting us here? He’d best hurry up. Everyone will be here but him soon, I expect.”

As they waited for the other pilots to turn up, Vas started to become rather bored. Turning to the Farians, he joked
“So...a sparring session you say? We’re game. Just don’t cry when we destroy you.” He chuckled. “You know… we are just waiting around…”

Wilnir laughed, before speaking once more. "So any idea where the booze is? We're a little far from our truck, and I could really do with a whiskey. You too Vas? What about our the pair of you? I was once told you lot are a bunch of raging alcoholics... That true?"

[Valyrien]

A few moments before getting summoned to the Command Facility, all was calm and quiet... At least for a gathering of Valarisk engineers setting up shop in the dome.
"Are ya seein' this sheit? It's like they've spoon-feed the chamber with dust!" She put down the brush and took a last draft of the cigarette, pressed it into the fancy gilded bowl serving as an improvised ashtray, a red wyvern emblem decorating the otherwise white cigarette butt. She blew up a cloud of dust from the reciever and yanked the charging handle a few times. A portion of the Valarisk engineers had gathered with Alekshandra in the office they'd occupied, having started to unload and go through the equipment, the current project being a few crates of Nathasja AK-T4.

"I see old Valarisk aristrocratic rules apply 'ere, the finer folk arrive last" Alekshandra mused loudly to herself so that the entire room could hear her.
She noded towards the Farians as she wiped some of the dust and oil from her face and hands.
"Sparring session, eh? I'm game." She said looking over at the Asgerthi, giving them a short nod as well and taking a sip from a clear bottle of unaged whiskey.

Sonja arrived shortly behind having wandered the facility doing only the gods knows what. She'd scouted out some locations for setting up a laboratory at least.

[Asgareth]

An hour after the arrival of the Asgarthian complement, eight large planes took off from a classified airfield, in Eastern Asgareth. Narrowly avoiding the Iryllian threat, and across the sea of tranquility, the eight planes slowly came into sight, carrying a large package. As they drew nearer, the outline of a Jaeger could be seen.
"Command gold, this is Gold 1. Package inbound.
“Nice and steady Gold 1. She’s a new machine. We don't want any dents, not yet anyway!”
“Understood Command gold. Preparing to deploy. All golds, prepare for deployment.”

Slowly, the planes lowered the Jaeger into the hangar. Below, the Asgarthian engineers watched on as The Blude touched down.

“Package deployed. Gold away.”

The planes left, far quicker than they had come in, leaving a hulking machine in the middle of the courtyard..

---

Inside the command facility, Adam, having successfully navigated his way into the command facility, was currently in charge of getting the Blude into position.
“A little further… a little more..”
Dang
“Shit! Careful Marc. We’ll get murdered if she gets damaged.”
“Sorry Adam. Not like they’ll notice. Either her weapons will work out there, or not. And if not… well, that ain’t our problem.” Marc replied.
Adam chuckled, before stating
“Alec, we need to give her a test run. You and Marc are drift compatitble, right?”

A quick nod, a quicker exchange of smiles.
“Well, what are we waiting for then?” Adam asked
“Might get caught.” Marc stated
“Oh please, the big boys are having their meeting. Bet it hasn’t even started.”
“Good point boss. Alex, let’s go. Rolling out in 10.”

The two makeshift pilots scrambled to grab their outfits, leaving Adam on his own. He smiled to himself. All being well, an alarm would be triggered, causing the higher-ups to panic. And that would be a sight to behold.

[Enfaru]

"The Cafeteria down below." Faruuk responded nonchalantly, "That's where all food and drink is being taken." Miu nodded in agreement and responded to Wilner's final question.

"Depends on who you meet, we're not old enough to drink and it is hard finding anything that actually intoxicates us since the Cataclysm." It has been a well known field of study even though now a fair few years had passed. For the Faræ finding what they enjoyed had taken less of a priority than finding what was safe and that had been much harder than they thought. Many Faræ had died in the pursuit of finding things that were safe to drink and those that survived scorned those that took risks simply because they could.

---

During her scouting, Sonja would find an abandoned medical wing, various supplies strewn about and few things tipped over due to the mass panic to evacuate but otherwise free from harm. There was ample enough space to set up various beds, desks and experiments as Sonja would wish to set up but it looked like Sonja was going to have to get to work to get the equipment working again.

---

In the Command Center, The Professor had set herself up with a console so that she could observe the progress of the project and keep tabs on where all the different teams were. Different teams were all over the place but she noted that the Valari were at least a few of them moving towards the Command Center.

Hopefully they could get set up, but she wasn't liking the reports coming in, usable materials and supplies that the base was said to have had, were turning out to be much lower. No doubt Covenentians had been pillaging the area or maybe the evacuees had taken more than expected, she couldn't tell for now.

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Game Master Intervention

For the benefit of both writers and readers here's a quick breakdown of where everything and every one is.

The Anvil Dome is facing out to the ocean in among a number of gorges preventing easy access to ships and Kaija alike, it is why it has held up so well. The main dome has a giant door with a dry dock leading outside through a natural tunnel, large enough to allow the Jaeger to move three abreast. Adam Yunger is currently here.

To the west of the dome is the entrance and where main Opplandian contingent is. They are currently awaiting orders outside and not even in the tunnel.

The trucks (prior to the barricade being lowered) are in the main receiving tunnel otherwise known as West Gate , which again is a natural formation but has no door and is a completely covere, Sven Brodén and Ibram G. Youssef are located here (at present) milling around the convoys.

Past the barricade, there's almost a t-junction. Left and right. Left leads eventually to the Main dome, right leads to the rear entrance for loading supplies. A couple of Farian NPCs are down there in the Cafeteria fixing stuff up feel free to join them.

The main dome also houses the temporary Command Center, which was really just the Jaeger Maintenance Control deck, with a panoramic view and various computers, it currently houses the Professor, Alekshandra Amariée one notable NPC and a bunch of Farians it looks like Dr. Sonja Valkheim has tagged along as well.

The main Observation Area is near the top of the formation way above the main dome, this is where Vold sula Miuressa (Miu) & Vold sula Faruuk and Wilnir Trewlyn II & Wilnir Trewlyn III are located.