I leaned against a newly repaired brick wall and watched a flock of Strikers glide by. Dressed in white leather, hooded, and surrounded by a ring of crimson-clad Shielders they were a splash of colour against Movoc’s grey streets. I could only imagine what they would have looked like if I could still see pions. Solid colour, fierce lights; proud and deadly. While this area of the city had not suffered as much as others in the debris outbreak two moons ago, it still bore scars. The wall I was leaning against was one. The puppet men had released a powerful fiend created by twisting and torturing a large amount of debris. This creature had critically interfered with the pion systems throughout the city, blocking sewerage ducts, shorting out heating and light streams, and ultimately undoing the foundations of the city themselves. The resulting damage was terrible, and still being repaired. Several buildings on this street had collapsed when their pion systems unwound.
