KRAKEN
Lowering his rifle, Jonathan stepped hesitantly onto the dimly lit elevator. The cab sagged and groaned with his weight, as the smell of rust filled his nostrils. With a pull of the lever on the back wall, the elevator lurched, and began its long descent into the bowels of the seemingly ancient facility. Never in his life had he seen this much Old World technology in one place, but it felt… familiar. It was just as his father had described to him, in his many stories of the Old World, before bombs fell.