United We Stand
Divided We FallThis is the motto of the world, of the people, of The United. After The Great war the world was destroyed and the people left knew they had to do something, so they joined together across earth and created one country. A world wide country, they named The United.
The heart of the United, it's capital city, is called Pith. It stands as a beacon of hope in an area of what was once called North America. Two twin towers, shinning like crystal, stand at the center. The United Council Headquarters, were the government works. Around these towers the roads are clean, the buildings perfect and shimmering; but the farther you move out from the center of the city the city is no longer a beautiful place. The outer rim of the city is nothing more then the slums.
The Commonwealth struggle to keep themselves in home an to keep themselves fed. A black market moves from place to place, giving much needed and illegal items to the people of this district. Then there are The Divided, everyone knows of them but no one talks of them. The species, not quite human, that was once the destroying factor in The Great War. They know that Pith is not all glitter and beautiful promises, they know The United is crumbling. That every human alive is being controlled, no say or choice, it is all for the greater good. They know they are the only ones who can stop it.
|| If you're going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet ||Kay hunched forward a little more, hands stuffed into his pockets. He had pulled his hood up over his head, casting dark shadows over the planes of his face and making him impossible to identify at a distance. It also hid the mark, tattooed black on the back of his neck. He was heading down the labyrinth of alleyway in East Side, one of the dirties and darkest places in Pith. It also happened to be where the Black Market had set up for the night and he needed things. Moving steadily, he kept on the alert. Lately the Peace Core had been pushing a little farther into the Commonwealth areas, searching for The Divided. Kay wasn't about to let himself, or his fellow rebels, be caught so he was taking extra precautions. They had done nothing for a week, waiting till the heat was lifted before starting their practices again. The crackle of a radio caught his attention, twisting his head as he passed a noodle shop. A man was out on the sidewalk, playing with the old machine. It was one of the few things that still worked in the area, one of the few things you could still have control over. The government had yet to have say over what was spoken on the radio, if you had an underground connection, you were untraceable. It was a great difference between them and other electronics from before The Great War.
Kay had to sidestep to avoid a group of people bustling the other way. They didn't even glance his way, down here you kept to yourself. Making sure he wasn't being tailed he deked into a side street. It ended in a brick wall but he didn't need to get out. Moving to the last door he knocked three times, pausing before knocking twice. The old frame was rusted, old metal reused, like most of the things down here. But it still worked, because a moment later it opened and he was ushered quickly in and down a set of stairs.
Another door let him into The Black Market. Lights beamed and noises blared, an ungrounded bazaar for the illegal and criminal. Down here he pulled his hood off, if anyone messed with him they knew what would happen. Taking a moment to survey the crowds he stepped into them, heading for the first booth.
++ No man is above the law and no man is below it: nor do we ask any man's permission when we ask him to obey it ++Vegas leaned back against his desk, the leather of his gloves straining against his knuckles. He was focused on the map on the wall in front of him. It was the entire city of Pith, divided into districts. He was focused on the East Side, where he had heard rumors that The Black Market was being held. The problem they were just that rumors. He had yet to get a location, and though a blemish on Pith's image, it was too large to search. His heavy set brow wrinkled over his narrowed eyes and he grunted under his breath. He was frustrated, he had yet to get any closer to The Divided rebels and the council was not listening to his wishes about stopping The Cureing Program and instead just putting them down. He had to find someway to take these dangerous rebellions out. Vegas moved to his map and drove a tack into the paper, he would send someone out. Just to keep an eye on the streets.
