A large facility built over a massive sink-hole that was intended to be a Military study center centuries ago. It's now a roughly battered city with a population of five hundred reploids. Oddly, human beings are rare in this place. It has large metal frames on each side of the sink-holes, and contains three 'pods' dangling. A drop of three hundred feet from the pods to the bottom of the water-filled sink-hole can prove deadly.
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The facility's tubes connecting each pod were unusually high with activity. Reploids with busters as well as projectile weapons dotted the walk-ways. Most of them bore the symbol of the hunters on their shoulders, while others were just hired mercenaries. Something was definitely up.

A military man or reploid with the rugged 5 o-clock shadow marched down the rows of now-made militia men and began to talk to each and every one of them with a booming voice. "Whatever the hell it is, we've got one option: Destroy and salvage the damned thing!"

On the outside of the glass tubes connecting the pods, a dark-armored reploid with a visor merely chuckled. "They never leave me alone! Well, they're not going to catch me... I'm free."

He then snickered, before scaling the top of the center pod to reach its top. Then, once reaching the bulky suspensions, he made it over them like a tight-roper would, seeing the highways and parking lots. He definitely was free.

"Now, after hundreds of years.. it is time to force my hand."