Cescedia, Allied States of Ardia
Three in the morning, sleep deprived and strung up to the heavens on combat stimulants. A string of lights through the mist occasionally broke the pitch dark. High speed cargo trains running at all hours when civilization slept, it would hardly be surprising if nobody thought anything of them. This one was different. Different enough that the Neo Quywe Federation was willing to go after it, thousands and thousands of kilometers away from home. And that they did.
Perched atop a steel bridge overlooking the railways, covered head to toe in black civilian clothing and carrying recovered gang weapons with the serial #s missing; they waited. Galaxy Initiative, the poison dagger of the reclusive NQF. "Almost on the clock. Minimize witnesses." Eunbi muttered, her Vesian accent nigh unintelligible. She continued to monitor security footage through a bulletproof tablet, their mark approaching rapidly. "What's language protocol?" Mazatl beside her asked with a whisper. "Lodjan, let's make this interesting." Eunbi replied with an impish grin. "Enough talk, though. Hit that thermite charge now, they should stop right below us." She said, changing to Lodjan immediately.
"Turning up the heat... now." Seongmin radioed in. Off in the distance, down the railway track, a bright flash came and faded into a fire. Off to the other end, a sleek black train came into view, decelerating as it neared them. "It's time. Get on that train." Eunbi growled, cutting off comms. The black train slowed to a halt while crew members disembarked to go investigate the fire. Against the endless dark of the night, Galaxy rushed the train, clinging to the sides and roof.
Complaining to themselves in Latin, the Ardian crew boarded the train once more. As soon as the last man was back on board, the train accelerated back to speed, blasting by the burning crates. "I'll say when we're out of city limits, until then keep quiet."
