Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190402191223

The flight to San Francisco was a short one, soon the city was below them.

The first thing they'd note was the hills. San Francisco had been built almost entirely on inclines, and the buildings covered it in waves. It was like the earth was bucking, trying to shake free of the man-made structures.

There was almost no green space. Not all the buildings were low-lying, but they could see a vast majority of the city from up high. It was a blend of reds and greys, some browns too. They could see were the Palace of Fine Arts met the waterline, easily confused for something that had been built by the gods, made from large slabs of red stone, it was a mass of domes and pillars.

The city had been hit hard during the more, and much of it was a rusted ruin. Many of the current inhabitants were Chinese--not from San Francisco's own Chinatown, but from a submarine that had moored itself at the ruined city's docks.

What little of the city was still livable was located by the docks--the Palace of Fine Arts, where the Shi made their head quarters, the Golden Gate Bridge, the numerous martial arts schools, the vibrant marina. The very essence of what had made San Francisco, San Francisco was preserved, merely altered as so many things in the New World had been.

The City by the Bay remained. It was one of the oldest settlements in the west, which made it an appropriate home for it's newest power: the Yakuza. When the Chosen One had destroyed the Hubologist, the Shi had stepped forward as the undisputed local power. The unforeseen consequence of this was the vacuum it left. With no counterbalance to the Shi, there was no unifying element among them, and outcasts within Shi society grew. In stepped the Yakuza, who's own culture and history greatly resembled that of the Shi's. Those who found no place in the Shi found a place in the Yakuza. And as the Yakuza's power grew in the City, it's influence spread throughout all California.

Thus, the political climate has reached what it is today. The Shi govern the City, under NCR jurisdiction, and the Yakuza operate from the shadows. The Shi face growing corruption as the Yakuza's reach grows. Soon, the fear is, that it will consume the Shi. The Yakuza are not visible. As a criminal organization, anyone could belong. They meet in secret, and their leader, Bosu No-Kiba, is an unknown.

Tanner explained all this as the vertibird dropped down towards the city, its propellers folding in, the landing gear extending, and the jets slowly lowering the vehicle.

The vertibird rocked to a stop, and the door slid open, letting in a rush of the oppressive California heat, but also a cool breeze of bay air. Tanner stepped out, looking around at the hills surrounding them, the mountains in the distance. From down here on the water, they could see the entire profile of the city. It was quite the sight.



"Here we are. Golden Gate City." Tanner said, clapping his hands together and then spreading them out at the spread before them. He grinned. "Something, huh?"