Green Eyes

No one has been within view of the Asylum cities since the end of the Asylumist War. The statements from that time, now hundreds of years old, speak of cities that might as well have been gateways to hell itself. Mountains of bodies lay amidst the jagged, torn buildings. Huge Caterpillar-like engines whirled and burrowed through the corpses, spewing blood and tissue, pumping the mashed remnants back into the power plants that belched black smoke into the air. Atop the hellish landscape of metal and flesh, the horde could be seen in their endless fight, lighting up the smog-saturated skies with gun flashes and explosions. If you were to glance over the same lands today much of those grizzly scenes would remain, now joined by the unmistakable sights of the Blood Engine factories and workshops that whir with activity and nightmarish production. Many of these fortresses churn out bodyguards and agents like the Death Squads and Heavies. Cheap, effective labour to capture other subjects or remove a threat. Others like those surrounded by a florescent glow, with pipes and canisters leaking chemicals and radiation house the ones named the Green Eyes, for obvious reasons. They serve their masters by delivering death by the gallon, their bodies now vessels for whatever the Blood Engines brew up.

Asylumist biology is incredibly resilient and can store many chemicals for transport, but even so, the suits designed to diminish exposure are also needed to hold the bodies of the Green eyes together as they slowly deteriorate. When breached the suits disperse plumes of gas and toxins that erode and melt anything unlucky enough to be nearby. Their very presence causes the air to thicken and churn as the apparatus they wear, containing the corrosive mixtures, as opposed to helping their wearers breathe, vents and leaks out.Like the Death Squads, the Green Eyes operate as servants and agents for the Blood Engine who control them with technology. As a result, forces like the confederation are able to tap into the transmissions between them. Although unintelligible they serve as a warning. When the threat is near and as communications slowly pick up the garbled, droning screech of the green eyes many forces know it’s time to retreat.