Taku Civilization
The helicopter flies over the lush jungle, its rotors whipping the air into a frenzy as it descends upon the dense rainforest. Rachel, Jammy and Lewis gazed out at the vibrant green canopy, their excitement tempered by a sense of trepidation. They were about to meet the Taku civilization. They were flying from the aircraft carrier towards the capital of the Taku. The Three of them were selected for this mission by James.
Jammy gripped his seat, his gaze darting between the dense foliage and the complex instruments before him.
"Five clicks out," he muttered, adjusting his headset.
Rachel, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the cockpit window, scanned the landscape with a trained eye. "There," she pointed to a glint of gold amidst the emerald tapestry, "The Sun Spire. We're close."
Lewis, his hand never straying far from his rifle, let out a low whistle. "It is bigger than the information given in the report."