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LittleWasp
Old City - Streets - On Little Wasp Feet
As the aliens slowly split into groups and entered the city, Gut-Stripe and the other Thi-Thi I'ee returned to their vehicle, which slowly and quietly rolled into the streets behind them. It made surprisingly little noise for a vehicle of its size besides the crunching of its tires on the ground; presumably running off of some electric engine. Once everyone was inside the city limits, the heavy metal gates began to close behind them with a rumbling sound. For now, Gut-Stripe's vehicle remained just in front of the gate; several of its crew visibly watching from a walkway beside the crew cabin.
Those taking the streets walked by tall concrete structures coated in moss and lichen of various sorts, with practically all entrances choked with plant life. Even those buildings that could be entered were mostly impassable from the thick trunks that had grown through their depths, splitting floors both above and below ground level and collapsing ceilings. In the centre of the streets were what looked like pairs of tracks, suggesting that some sort of tram had been used in centuries past to traverse the city.
At each North-Western corner of each city block was an overgrown entrance to the old underground, which was noticeably less blocked by foliage than most other places in the city. In some cases, what looked like shed fur, feathers and torn foliage could be seen, suggesting that animals had made their nests in the old tunnels. Meanwhile, up above, many of the taller buildings had small, metal I'ee structures placed upon their corners. Cameras visibly dangled from these automated listening posts, and as the aliens passed them, the machines tracked their movement: Possibly relaying the footage live to Thi-Thi herself.
Despite the abundant plant life, and the evidence of animal habitation, the streets were deathly quiet. Not even wind seemed to blow through the cities depths to stir the fallen leaves which coated the concrete ground. There was no clue as to where their mystery prey could be, besides Gut-Stripe's vague suggestion of the city centre. All was still.
As the aliens slowly split into groups and entered the city, Gut-Stripe and the other Thi-Thi I'ee returned to their vehicle, which slowly and quietly rolled into the streets behind them. It made surprisingly little noise for a vehicle of its size besides the crunching of its tires on the ground; presumably running off of some electric engine. Once everyone was inside the city limits, the heavy metal gates began to close behind them with a rumbling sound. For now, Gut-Stripe's vehicle remained just in front of the gate; several of its crew visibly watching from a walkway beside the crew cabin.
Those taking the streets walked by tall concrete structures coated in moss and lichen of various sorts, with practically all entrances choked with plant life. Even those buildings that could be entered were mostly impassable from the thick trunks that had grown through their depths, splitting floors both above and below ground level and collapsing ceilings. In the centre of the streets were what looked like pairs of tracks, suggesting that some sort of tram had been used in centuries past to traverse the city.
At each North-Western corner of each city block was an overgrown entrance to the old underground, which was noticeably less blocked by foliage than most other places in the city. In some cases, what looked like shed fur, feathers and torn foliage could be seen, suggesting that animals had made their nests in the old tunnels. Meanwhile, up above, many of the taller buildings had small, metal I'ee structures placed upon their corners. Cameras visibly dangled from these automated listening posts, and as the aliens passed them, the machines tracked their movement: Possibly relaying the footage live to Thi-Thi herself.
Despite the abundant plant life, and the evidence of animal habitation, the streets were deathly quiet. Not even wind seemed to blow through the cities depths to stir the fallen leaves which coated the concrete ground. There was no clue as to where their mystery prey could be, besides Gut-Stripe's vague suggestion of the city centre. All was still.
