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The journey to Coscarla takes several hours by transit rail car, during which time you change rails repeatedly (into increasingly dilapidated and vandalized cars), and your pass tokens and cognomen are repeatedly checked by suspicious Magistratum enforcers, dull eyed carriage servitors and unctuous looking officials.

As your journey progresses you pass from the relatively open spaces and clean air of the government district, down and across whole hive levels, passed collapsed finery and the fallen architectural splendours of the "good of olden days" and through vast steel sky vaults filled with endless rows of habstacks and kilometre after kilometre of thunderous manufactora.

The further you go the more depressed, ill maintained and decayed things become; these are the lower stretches of the mid hive, beyond these no transit rails run. Beyond this outer circle is the underhive where no law holds sway. Long stretches of the journey are spent in the stale tainted air of the wormhole like tunnel passageways within the Hive's thick supporting bones and in the nameless black voids of deserted spaces between, the car's lights flicker and fail regularly.

Alone in a single car, now deserted but for your group, the rattling carriage breaks into another vast and dilapidated habvault and begins to slow. You look out upon a vista of vacant and decayed buildings in a worse state than any that you have seen up until now, stretching beyond sight into a dark horizon beyond.

The rail car shudders to a stop and the doors open onto a wide, raised platform devoid of passengers save for a single huddled figure dressed in rags. The figurequickly bundles themselves onboard, flashing a pass to the door mechanism with unseemly haste and takes up a seat as far from your group as possible. A moment latera dull, crackling servitor intones:

"Coscarla Southern Railhead. Passengers to Coscarla to disembark. This conveyance will depart in…" The rest is lost in a howl of static.

This is Coscarla and you have arrived.