Editing New York (section)

==Role in the story==
During the events of [[the Slaughterhouse Nine-Thousand]] attack, a group of [[Slaughterhouse Nine]] members make their way to New York, including [[Bonesaw]], a captive [[Nilbog]], and multiple [[Crawler]]s and [[Breed]]s.<ref name="his city">Weaver spoke up, “I noted Shatterbirds and Burnscars leaving, some Damsels, bunch of others I didn’t catch, but they had weapons and I’m thinking Winter or Crimson.  There were some I parsed as hostages, but it’s only in retrospect that I’m thinking they were Nice Guys.”<br/><br/>“The second group made their way to New York.”<br/><br/>“Bonesaw and a captive Nilbog that’s apparently rigged to create things on demand,” Weaver said.  “Crawlers, Breeds and a handful of others I didn’t identify.”<br/><br/>Chevalier reacted to that, flinching.<br/><br/>''His city, Golem thought.'' - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/06/interlude-26a/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26a]]</ref> After hearing about the defeat of [[Jack Slash]], Bonesaw surrenders.<ref>''“Reporting from New York.  We told Bonesaw Jack was down, and she just surrendered.  No idea what to do.”''<br/><br/>Chevalier answered, giving instructions for containment.  Bonesaw was loaded with viral charges and worse.  Quarantine was best.  Nilbog could be taken to a secure facility. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/interlude-26b/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 26b]]</ref>

A third of New York is destroyed during [[Scion]]'s rampage, with an estimated 2.2 million deaths, in large part because [[Saint]] activates the defensive forcefields too early.<ref>Saint, standing in the booth opposite the Guild members, had been ignoring him, focusing on a computer as he typed ceaselessly.  At those last two and a half words, Saint paused for a fraction of a second.  The other Dragonslayers were situated at either end of the crescent-shaped desk, seeing to their own tasks.  The woman glanced at Saint, and that seemed to be enough to remind him to get back to the typing.<br/><br/>“Dragon could evacuate.  She could minimize damage, manually control the forcefields instead of relying on automatic overrides.  New York’s forcefields went up too early.  Golden beam sheared through, knocked it down.  A third of the city gone.  Dragon would have succeeded, you ''failed''.  Two point two million estimated deaths.  I want you to know the numbers.  I want you to be aware of every single one of those deaths.  Believe me, I’ll remind you, and I’ll make sure everyone else knows as well.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/extinction-27-2/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.2]]</ref> Afterward, New York functions as the final staging ground in the battle against Scion.<ref>I stepped through into the cloud.  A rooftop overlooking New York, Earth Bet.  ''My'' New York.<br/><br/>It hadn’t been a conscious choice.  An impulse, really.  Maybe there were cities that were more fitting, but this was a city at the center of modern civilization.  Or it had been.  If this was going to be our final staging ground, then it was as fitting a choice as any.  It was heavy with resources that every parahuman could use, unoccupied.  Intact enough to still look like a ''city'', damaged enough to remind us of what was at stake. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/26/speck-30-6/ Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.6]]</ref> The city is rebuilt after his defeat, with portals connecting New York to other worlds.<ref>He took a deep breath, the flame swelling.  “They say a picture’s worth a thousand words.  Let’s shorten this speech, then and take a second to ''look''.”<br/><br/>He gestured, and heads turned.<br/><br/>New York, in the process of being rebuilt.  Dust and ominous clouds were being held at bay by a thin forcefield, and the city stood in the center of a brilliant sunlight.  Where glass had broken and where oils had risen to the tops of city streets, things almost glittered.  A shining city.<br/><br/>For every damaged area, there were people, fixing things, scavenging and hauling things away.  Tents and tarps were erected, barriers raised.  Already, buildings were going up where portals had been torn between realities.<br/><br/>Chevalier had called it a city with depth.  It was true.  Most cities existed on a two dimensional level, spreading along the four cardinal directions.  Buildings extended above and below ground, but even the tallest building was but a fraction of a distance compared to the ''breadth'' of the city.<br/><br/>Here, in this city, one could travel to one area and make a turn into another world.  There, they would find the fledgling beginnings of an expansion, sprawling from that central point.<br/><br/>It was too much to manage.  Even the smallest villains had elbow room to maneuver and manipulate. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/11/02/teneral-e-1/ Excerpt] from [[Teneral e.1]]</ref>