Conspicuously among the large gates, within a refinery there appear smaller workstation for human size. All ancient excepting one of each kind which has been clearly renovated for recent use.
An exit sign flickers over a parted wall. He knocks through the inoperable door for giants. Empty marketplaces, raided, burned, decayed and lost, all sized as Hector were a child, hanging sideways as he walks a protective wall around it as floor.
A money counter, drawn and decayed with time and vacuum, hangs pined to his chair at the gate, high over and sideways to them. Cages line the wall at the gate, stage behind the counter behind.
He ladders the sideway cages, their gates broken and crushed open from within, leaps to the gate and pulls himself over. A fall though a dead park, a zoo with gates torn, debris crashing down with them, occasional bone, puffed sails to work descent.
He lands hard on the side of an massive indoor building. He stomps through to catch an inner beam, then swings himself to a low wall. Glass ceiling over all, now a wall, showing the colors of the eye outside, just barely through time and decay.
They come to a woman, singe cloaked and masked, tubes to the back tanks, holding over an old plunger detonator. She holds up her hand to halt them.
They stop.
She motions to the high ceilings all around, their gazes following. Then she points to the twisted steel rebar, sunken into the stone she's grasping with the other hand.
Hector looks around, punches into the ground under the wall and grabs a handful of rebar, grasping them tight.
She motions again to the ceiling, pauses, they look, she pushes the plunger. The the far walls and ceiling blow out, pulling them all hard. A chain reaction of controlled explosions across the city-scape, their placement on an overlook.
The explosions mix with the dissolving chemicals and storm, creating waves of color across the sky, chain reaction after the other in violent storms quickly generated.
As the cascade fades out, the sky forming purples across orange, lightning striking distant ground. She stares until calm, turns back and taps her mask, then ear.
Nocturne fiddles with the dials until signal screeches in.
Mishil - "I paint in my spare time. You're here for Apollo. He's not here."
Nocturne - "Um ..."
Mishil - "I know that because he's the only one left. I'm in."
Hector - "Cool. Who's Apollo ?"
Mishil - "The one that got away. Hey Nix."
Hector - "Who ?"
Nix - "Hey Mishil"
Mishil - "To the sanctum." She taps a button on her wrist, a hole blows in the nearby floor, she bows and back flips in.
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Mishil (historical) slips quietly into the water from the boats back port as it paddles past unlit. She drags a floating barrel by rope, then joined by more crew, the same.
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Hector peers into the hole, too small, seeing a stream of holes through the levels, deep within. He stands and looks at the swirling sky a moment, then stomps the ground, falling through.
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Mishil (historical) and crew are met by villagers behind the main structure.
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Hector crashes through another level.
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Mishil - "These are all the supplies we can spare, we cannot stay. They'll be looking for us."
Matron - "When will you return to us ?"
Mishil - "Never. You'll die."
They unpack the barrels and head for the village.
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Hector craters on harder ground. A massive door slides open nearby, a similar one past, an airlock. He looks up, fire booms level to level above, he leaps for the door, it slams, a sharp crash then storm behind.
The airlock repressurizes and opens on the other end, a high walled chamber lined with pillars placed to suit the gravity bends, stairs along the walls and across the ceilings, all made for massive beings.
Mishil walks the distance ahead into the central temple, along the way in the shadows a decaying giant, some crowned, others adorned, scarred across with the structures, sunken, mummified, and sculpturesque.
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Mishil - "Pushes through the gathering crowd, "Nothing. I have nothing. Talk to the matron. I'm sorry." Head bowed and tears hidden, she pushes away the last, crew hugging their loved ones goodbye.
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Following into the temple they see her at an armory station gearing. Looming over is the throne of Zeus, empty.
She loads rifle and walks for her ship, an original space shuttle with boosters upright, held to the wall with heavy launch brackets.
Mishil - "Let's go. It's about to get wild in here." She taps her wrist before climbing the scaffolding to the ship, the sounds of distant explosions approach.
('Mustang Sally' - by Wilson Pickett)
Mishil throws herself to the seat and straps in, looks up out the windows at the flashing lights with a smile. The ceiling shatters, collapsing with the floors above, temples and pillars, falling through.
The wall across falls away with it. Gravitation turns and she launches upright.
Through the credits they escape from inside as the moon breaks apart in chain reaction all around, until clear. The ships depart, the eye of Jupiter starts to spread and fade with the atmosphere.
Hector - (voiced over as they depart) "I fucking love space."
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(after credit)
Mishil - (historical) enters the makeshift tavern looking around with her crew. "We need more crew."
Shumi - Drinks from her bottle and slams it on the table, "And I need to kill a man."