[ WP ] You live in Gemini , one of the 12 flying cities , beneath you are the ruins of the old world . One day your ICARUS system fails as you travel to Cancer and you fall to the world below .

There I sat in the brush with the smouldering ruins of my ICARUS strapped to my back. I strained my aching arms to pry it off me. I looked at the small diagnostic screen `` Hydraulics severs in the radii and phalanx.'' 
 
 `` Oh giddy.'' I grimaced, flicking at the broken wing of the ICARUS. `` Welp. Guess I'll miss my dinner date in Libra. Tsk.'' I stood up, my joints popping and cracking, I needed something​ to bind the tears in the hydraulics. I looked around. 
 
 The vines and brush had absorbed the ruins of the old world. The afternoon sun was cool in the forest air. Maybe a vine would work, I snatched some and produced my pocket knife. I cut the lengths I needed and hollowed them out. I slid them over the severs, `` Well, they fit well enough. Let's see if it works.'' I tapped the button and the wings began to flap, but the vines were not strong enough and a jet of blue spurted from the pack. 
 
 `` Bummer.'' I sighed, back to the drawing board. `` Hmmmmm, maybe there is something in one of these buildings.'' 
 
 I walked into one of the ruins, it was dark and filled with cobwebs. Scraps of ancient paper dusted the floor. Piles of debris were overrun with moss, I began digging through the mounds. `` Water bottle? No, too big. Wire? No, too thin. What is this?'' I pulled out a length of tubing, it was durable and definitely thick enough. I ran back to my pack and started cutting the pipe I slid it inside the severs and put a layer of vine over that. I pressed the button, the wings flapped and the mends held. I slid the back on and hoped it would stay, I pressed the button. The wings began to beat steadily, my feet were lifted off the ground and I took to the sky.
