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Minvera adjusted the camera's lens, a city burned beneath her, the delicate array of spying lenses gave her an unfettered view from the languishing orbit of the Fury, with her vision satisfied she pushed gently on the leather coated button and for a scant instant mirrors snapped into place and projected the bombarded warzone upon high grain film.
"Never took you for photography." Alamond mumbled as he approached the veritable studio assembled within the cold metal room, "Not much else to do up here, may as well document the world." Minvera replied as she stretched out her fingers, a moment spared to shake down her arms to relieve the stiffness that had built up over the hours of precise tumbling of the elaborate camera's knobs.
Pulled from an spy satellite and reassembled in the scant off hours she got, the film grain was sub-par to what she could source but the lenses were a multi-million dollar collection of synthetic crystals, flawlessly ground down and balanced within to create an intensely detailed image.
Flashed onto the much vaunted and extreme-grain film sourced from Lillium, the metal-cornered leather-bound protective case slid out from the bottom of the mechanical assembly as she motioned to the black coated encampment, Alamond took several glances and a double take to spy the black on black construct.
Inside through the double zip-up doors was several heavy tables covered in chemical beds, the plastic containers many square meters wide with a constant gentle flush of liquid that rolled along their bottom.
Alamond stood back and coughed, the unfamiliar and unpleasant scents harsh upon his lungs, "Documentation eh?" he said through a forced smile, even in the poor red lighting Minerva could see his discomfort, "Still set off by a little old acid huh?" she replied with a jab to his side.
With her bag set down inside Minerva quickly led the coughing Alamond through another set of zipped up doors, with great care placed to ensure that it was indeed sealed Minvera jogged through the hazy dark and flipped a heavy sounding switch, as soon as it clanked into place two dozen high-temperature halogen lamps bathed the small make-shift gallery in a warm glow.
A soft-white tiled floor sat below rows of pictures hung from taught fibrious lines, each one a meter square and each one a scene of a battle taken from the skies above, the extreme granularity of the film was revealed as Minvera handed Alamond a simple plastic-bound magnifier.
With a shrug he leaned in close to one of the pictures off to the side, uniformed soldiers in abundance scattered through a city with dull coloured tanks of one nation or another seemed to be caught in various stages of firing.
Smoke poured upwards, he quickly lost count of the sheer amount of figures in various states of life and death... the people were but abstract shapes, the entire snapshot of the field must of covered dozens if not hundreds of square kilometers.
"So what do you think?" Minvera asked as she folded her arms together, "It's like one of those find the fish pictures, only we're the fish." Alamond replied.
"Something like, bit experimental, that one I think is some northerner spat, wasn't documenting too great during my whole... figuring it out." Minerva rambled before motioning to the others, these ones sporting simple tape and markers showing a date and orbital inclination in rough hand-drawn formatting.
Alamond walked over and pointed to one of a stark swirling inferno that consumed a concrete urbanscape, his quick glances about revealed the frozen snapshot of a city in its final days, "Wonder why they bother at that point." He mused aloud, to which Minerva rambled "Way I saw it from up here, that's the home of the dude who started it and the others really wanted to make a point." in reply.
"They need Irene alright." Alamond stated with a chuckle, Minvera jabbed his side with her elbow again, "Yeah they all do, lets go get some coffee."
So they did.