Upon hitting the ground, Ran found herself within the disaster that the Coalition had learnt to fear. The once lively forests of JiangXi were now mutated, with sickly trees infesting the landscape, acting as a shelter for the monsters of the planet. The green grass looked as if it had been chewed up and vomited out and then spread thinly across the ground. Under Ran's boot, it had the same consistency. Once the Storm took off however, the true fear struck her: New Hangzhou.
The city that once was cheerful and proud of it's heritage now looked as if it were a dead corpse, hanging gently from the noose that had killed it. The skyscrapers were crumbling, like sand wishing to return to its earthly state. The roads were torn, uplifted and dulled. Stoplights and road signs were simply insignia of a past time, a time of peace and health. Marketplaces and shops, if not reduced to a pile of rubble, held the homes and staging points of many rebels and pirates (not that there was a real difference in Ran's eyes).
Of course, the radiation was also strong on JiangXi. Luckily, her sensor hadn't told her that the situation was dangerous, but she knew that eventually she'd have to fill her canteen from a puddle or pond of poisonous water. She hoped that it wouldn't come to that. She delved into her backpack, equipping her Compact Carbine and examining her resources. The ration bars wouldn't last long, but the Utility Knife would be able to cut a chunk of something to eat, surely.
She slung her bag over her shoulders, feeling the rough leather rough the layers of her Army Uniform. New Hangzhou awaited her and vice versa, like a child toddling towards her mother.
She looked around at the other participants and awaited someone to greet themselves.
