Garret Taylor looked out of his apartment window at the truly massive city bellow. Valhalla they called it, a five hundred square mile disk floating in the sky with the help of three large anti-gravity generators. It was truly a marvel of modern technology commissioned a year ago to be built just for the third Grand Utopia Tournament, named in honor of the first Floating city. The tower he looked out of was the largest and to be used by Monthas Corporation during their stay at Valhalla for their business and the housing of all of their personnel. Several other towers were arrayed around the outer ring of Valhalla for other large or up and coming corporations like Krupp and Nexus Corp and they served the same purpose.
In the center of Valhalla was sixteen mile by sixteen mile square stadium within which were walls and floors that sank rose and shifted in order to created a variety of smaller stadiums to hold individual fights. Many smaller ones were set up for the first group of fights in the one vs. one rounds. The mechanical frames and the audiences for these fights were probably being transported by truck and by bus right now. That is where Garret would be spending much of his time over the next few days proving himself and Veerol's machine in combat against all comers. When he wasn't just trying to get a better look at his competition. Every fight was going to be recorded and televised to the world, but Sometimes you just have to be close to the action to get a real idea of what other machines can do.
Garret threw a thin, red and black, polyester jacket over his shoulder. Its pockets were already filled with everything he was likely to need for the day and several things that he knew in all reality he wouldn't. Crossing his large, but sparse room to leave he pressed a button on the wall and the grey, metal door slid open to reveal a brightly lit and carpeted hallway. From there he took an elevator down fifty floors to the ground level. The whole first floor was abuzz with people rushing about and making last minute arrangements.
Slipping past the Monthas corporate slaves Garret made it through a set of sliding doors to the fair grounds. Most of the corporate exhibits were putting on the finishing touches for when the fair opened later in the day after the first matches, but he passed by plenty of vendors, food stands and rides along his way most waiting eagerly to open or gluing their eyes to a nearby television for the first matches.
There was just one stop to make on his way before taking a bus out to the arenas. "Hey!" he called leaning into a large garage style door into a workshop where the dull yellow Tempest was being worked on. Every entered mech was housed in a workshop like this around the center of the arenas even those belonging to large corps like Monthas. Most of the crew were new faces except for Veerol and some of the scientists and engineers from the doctor's team. "Someone tell Veerol that I'll be watching a match and not to worry about where I've run off to." With that he skipped over to a nearby bus stop while sliding his jacket on for now, the contents banging against each other as he did so.
A while later the teen got off and rushed past the security gate with his contestant badge that could basically get him inside anywhere on the whole city for free barring corporate headquarters, the workshops of other contestants and the inner workings of Valhalla. From there it was just a few flights of stairs up to the top of the stadium and the first match of the tournament.
"This is going to be the first match of the day and the first match of the third Utopian Tournament!" Shouted an announcer for all to hear. "Two mechanical frames shall enter, but only one will get to move onto the next round!" The arena itself consisted of four eight story towers separated by a cross of wide streets. The two mechs that were to fight would start against opposite walls a good 200 feet away from the towers in line of sight of the other. "Our first contestant, representing Walsh Technical Corporation is Harper Wilinsky!" A portion of the wall dropped down to reveal a spider-like mechanical frame with eight legs and no visible weapons. The spider mech was low to the ground at about four to five meters high, but it was also about as long as most mechs are tall. "And his opponent-" Another portion of wall on the other side of the arena began to sink into the ground.
In the center of Valhalla was sixteen mile by sixteen mile square stadium within which were walls and floors that sank rose and shifted in order to created a variety of smaller stadiums to hold individual fights. Many smaller ones were set up for the first group of fights in the one vs. one rounds. The mechanical frames and the audiences for these fights were probably being transported by truck and by bus right now. That is where Garret would be spending much of his time over the next few days proving himself and Veerol's machine in combat against all comers. When he wasn't just trying to get a better look at his competition. Every fight was going to be recorded and televised to the world, but Sometimes you just have to be close to the action to get a real idea of what other machines can do.
Garret threw a thin, red and black, polyester jacket over his shoulder. Its pockets were already filled with everything he was likely to need for the day and several things that he knew in all reality he wouldn't. Crossing his large, but sparse room to leave he pressed a button on the wall and the grey, metal door slid open to reveal a brightly lit and carpeted hallway. From there he took an elevator down fifty floors to the ground level. The whole first floor was abuzz with people rushing about and making last minute arrangements.
Slipping past the Monthas corporate slaves Garret made it through a set of sliding doors to the fair grounds. Most of the corporate exhibits were putting on the finishing touches for when the fair opened later in the day after the first matches, but he passed by plenty of vendors, food stands and rides along his way most waiting eagerly to open or gluing their eyes to a nearby television for the first matches.
There was just one stop to make on his way before taking a bus out to the arenas. "Hey!" he called leaning into a large garage style door into a workshop where the dull yellow Tempest was being worked on. Every entered mech was housed in a workshop like this around the center of the arenas even those belonging to large corps like Monthas. Most of the crew were new faces except for Veerol and some of the scientists and engineers from the doctor's team. "Someone tell Veerol that I'll be watching a match and not to worry about where I've run off to." With that he skipped over to a nearby bus stop while sliding his jacket on for now, the contents banging against each other as he did so.
A while later the teen got off and rushed past the security gate with his contestant badge that could basically get him inside anywhere on the whole city for free barring corporate headquarters, the workshops of other contestants and the inner workings of Valhalla. From there it was just a few flights of stairs up to the top of the stadium and the first match of the tournament.
"This is going to be the first match of the day and the first match of the third Utopian Tournament!" Shouted an announcer for all to hear. "Two mechanical frames shall enter, but only one will get to move onto the next round!" The arena itself consisted of four eight story towers separated by a cross of wide streets. The two mechs that were to fight would start against opposite walls a good 200 feet away from the towers in line of sight of the other. "Our first contestant, representing Walsh Technical Corporation is Harper Wilinsky!" A portion of the wall dropped down to reveal a spider-like mechanical frame with eight legs and no visible weapons. The spider mech was low to the ground at about four to five meters high, but it was also about as long as most mechs are tall. "And his opponent-" Another portion of wall on the other side of the arena began to sink into the ground.
