Chapter Text
It was beautiful. It's bright metal glinted in the early morning light like pools of silvery mercury in the sun. The wildlife had begun stirring in the lush jungles that surrounded the domes, the nocturnal creatures returning to their homes and making way for the birds preparing to stretch their wings and fill the early morning air with their songs. The sun had not yet peeked over the horizon but was already brighting the sky with its colorful arrays of pale yellows, almost white in appearance, and oranges, only just deep enough to leave an impression against the navy of the sky as it slowly turned lighter shades where it met the waiting hands of the coming light.
Inside the domes weary gaurds, set to work the night shift, awaited their discharge from duty and the allowances of being able to catch up on needed rest. The streets were quiet, absent of the usual hustle and bustle of citizens going to and fro, here and there, in a constant state of movement that would have the street benders hard at work displaying their goods and coaxing people to buy here instead of there, in hopes of making a decent day's profit. Gaurds would line every street, patrol every corner, making sure the tranquil peace easily sensed within the hectic buzz of everyday life remained in the gentle embrace of the city.
But for now it was quiet. Not citizen had stirred from peaceful slumber and no sound disturbed the easy tranquility of the breaking dawn.
A perfect time to strike.
Two figures perched easily within the murky shadows of a building began moving swiftly through the barren city. Their steps quiet, movements sleek and graceful, easily making it unseen toward their target. Their approach went unnoticed by the exhausted gaurds and they slipped easily into the gaurded perimeter of one of the more grand buildings. Not wanting to risk exposure by entering, the two silently began to scale the smooth outer walls toward to top floor. Upon enter via a small balcony, a quick scan of the area showed two gaurds posted at the end of the hall and another near their target's door.
Pitiful precautions that would soon be in vain.
With practiced precision, the two silently entered and trekked on silent feet down the narrow hallway. The lone gaurd positioned outside the door would only recall hearing what sounded vaguely of a whip in the air before being struck unconscious, his partners suffering the same faith. As for the council member who was undoubtedly the target, the smell of his singed and burned flesh would forever be ingrained in the sheets of his bed and the minds of those who would discover his body only a few hours later.
As for the attackers themselves, they would reside in their camp posted not far from the brilliant city of metal patiently awaiting the perfect time to continue their mission to rid the city of its corrupted leaders.