The city’s known for their tall structures, great walls, steep slopes, congested buildings and elongated street ways, making it a ideal place for free-running (Parkour). By day the city is calm, but by night it’s rowdy with it’s bright neon lights and constant night clubbing.
Location: 861 miles/ 1385 kilometers northeast of Abel City.
Weather: Mildly cool with frequent rains, and very breezy winds by night.
Economic resource: Tourists attractions, night clubs, minor reploid manufacturers.
[Vash from Ezekiel’s Warehouse]
An old model ride-chaser skids sharply along the dirt road as dust blew from the heavy black wheels of the speed bike. A silver armored foot stomps the ground, tilting the vehicle to park. That leg belonging to a combat reploid twists off the ignition from the ride-chaser handle bar, then rubs his neck, tired; the journey was longer than expected. The reploid flips his dark visor open connected from his helmet like a shutter, and observes a tall dark mauve colored city from afar, it is nightfall, it is Hexagon City.
“I know, but these ‘wheels’ of this ride-chaser. The modern ones that hover doesn’t compare to old fashion” Vash argues.
“Perfect. The reception is great, and just over 700 miles (1126kilometers) away from base, it sounds like your right next to me.”
“Roger.” Vash then zips through the outskirts with his ride-chaser and into Hexagon City. The structures were luscious and bright of neon mauve, every angle, alley, step and street way appeared twisted, sharp and mesmerizing. They design this as if one step in this area could leave you at lost for millennia.
The combat reploid pokes his way around the condensed city, finding away to hid his ride while avoiding the oncoming pedestrians and other motor vehicles along the way. After several minutes he ends up in the darkest alleyway among the city, it was so dark you could not even see your own hand if it was place right in front of you. “This seems like the perfect spot” says Vash while parking it near a brick wall. He then grabs a couple of thrown away cardboard sheets from the rainy wet floor and tosses it over the ride chaser, making it appear like another heap of garbage that citizen of this city would likely ignore.
He dusts off his hands together and hits the comm. link, “Which highest point where talking about here?” he asked specifically.
Vash then stares up into the dark night sky; the wind was hollowing gently across his face yet not a cloud in sight, indicating that the weather is in good terms for now. He unsheathes Rudra and Rajin swords and stabs it deep into the brick walls. He tugs it a bit to get a good grip and leverage. Then scale his way up to the building to get a better glimpse of the entire city, “I usually have a hard time doing this” he thought, feeling like we wasn’t using his mechanical muscles at all.