"Keep moving, the bay is meant for personnel arriving or leaving. Passenger permission to remain in the area extends only to fifteen minutes on arrival. Clear out before then. Failure to comply will result in use of force to remove you from the premises." The voice speaking out was fully mechanical, repeating the words again in a few slangs that sounded like hive dialects, probably the local variants, after first being spoken out in low gothic.<br/><br/>The pilot and the co-pilot cussed quietly and got back in the shuttle, shortly after that launching once again once the group had moved back enough to not get burnt by the craft's start-up. While its systems weren't exactly as volatile as a simple ork rokkit it was still not safe to be too close to the shuttlecraft taking off. The bay's back doors opened to show a smog-thick sky and the craft rushing out lit a gigantic drop to the depths below, and the distant shadows of buildings that rose as tall as some of the spires, standing alone.<br/><br/>"Move along." The man with the notepad stated firmly, gesturing the group towards the elevators by then, his expression serious, shooing them off. Given the approach of a pair of guards with lasguns further off, it seemed the couple of fellows at the bay made their way to the elevators, descending. This rush ended up simply<em>pushing</em>the group along with them, the elevator doors sealing before they would have a chance to complain.<br/><br/>Once they opened up again, the 6th level lay ahead of them. High above, a thick metal and concrete 'roof' reached far to the sides, some sort of curtain wall behind them attaching to the towering buildings built along the somewhat inward-curving outer walls. The other end was far enough it was hard to see past the structures rising high on this level.<br/><br/>The streets were wide enough for vehicles, with lamp-posts along the sides of the street there, but even then some of them looked to have been sputtering or long gone. Whatever power supply they had was flickering at best. Still, the air was stale but it didn't smell as toxic-fumed as the bay area had, albeit it was far from clean.<br/><br/>Large groups of people were moving about, with flashing signs advertising places, with workers seeming to mostly acquire what they could afford. It looked like this was a level those with some money to spend could put it to good use, though given the salaries of the factory-dregs it might well be as close as they would get to a semi-annual vacation.<br/><br/>There was a handful of Arbites present at this level, seeming to be direction guards at a nearby house. Gunfire was evident, and other folks stayed further off, but nobody really seemed to be batting an eye on this. Short moment later, a pair of guards walked out, dragging with them a black bag large enough to hold a cadaver in it, while one of the arbites paused to hold up a datapad and then unzip the bag somewhat.<br/><br/>There was a sound of metal hitting metal loudly somewhere, a clunky streetcar passing by, with a handful of people hanging off its sides by simple straps, with better off folks seeming to be sitting inside. The driver's booth armored like a small tank might be, a gun sticking out the front window at the middle.