The capital. A sprawling mass of mega cities. The capital is divided into 7 sectors, each sector covers a section of the continent and consists of a city and a nexus. Sector 7 is the location of the Hybrid Citadel and is the largest sector in the capital. Megastructures tower over the streets. Glowing billboards and screens display advertisements ranging from commercial products to nightclubs and Hybrid propaganda, the words "OUR PROTECTORS, OUR BENEFACTORS, OUR EMPIRE" displayed alongside the Hybrid insignia. Ships and hover craft fly in the air lanes in-between towering buildings. On the streets below its a bustling metropolis, cars drive down streets stuck in massive traffic jams and the sidewalks are packed with all sorts of species; Humans, Anthromorphs, Protogens, Elvish, Ninvin and many more making there way to whatever daily task they have. This is where this section of the story begins.
Amid the hustle and bustle a figure pushes the way through the crowd in the Imperial Mall, a sprawling commercial district. They are wearing a black hoodie, a scarf and a cap is pulled down low over there face. They look up and around the crowded mall pushing a strand of hair out of their face. Their name is Kira, she has been living in sector 7 her whole life. She practically knows the streets like the back of her hand. She expertly weaves her way through the crowd thinking to herself "Got to hurry up, he wont stay here for long... Where is he?" she looks around and spots a Protogen with white fur. She starts to make her way over before the Protogen turns around, its side panels sport the Hybrid insignia and emblazoned on its chest plate is H.N.D.U. she ducks her head and starts to move away. The Protogen hefts a Pulse-SMG and looks around before ducking into a shop. She sighs in relief and continues moving through the crowd, looking at the all the billboards and shopfronts. She comes to a stop at an ally way, there is a green triangle roughly painted on the wall, her eyes widen and she runs down the ally, following the green triangles that appear on the walls every now and then. She eventually skids to a stop at a metal door... Painted on the door is a green triangle, she steps up to the door and knocks on it.
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A Collection of Fragmented Stories From the Time of The Hybrid Empire
Science FictionA universe divided. A story shattered. A mystery. An unknown figure. Magic and technology. This is one of the greatest sci-fi stories ever.