[color=0072bc][u][center][h3][i]~Bastion~[/i][/h3][/center][/u][/color]
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Bastion breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and that wasn’t just because she was bleeding out at the moment. She was thankful that no fighting would be had at the moment, given the fact that she and Diana were outnumbered. Apparently she was a person of great value; that much she could deduce from the robot’s manner of speech and words. And the maids had been guarding her?

But wait, what was that the cold robot had said? Queen’s Treasure? Surely she wasn’t that important? Before she could question anything else, the cold robot wrapped a coil around her and brought her closer. Bastion widened her eyes before yelping, a sharp needle injected into her skin while a slow phenomenon began to come over her, entering her bloodstream and making her eye lids heavy.

[color=0072bc]“W-Wait, please….just don’t hurt Diana…my friend,”[/color] Bastion mumbled, leaning against the robot with a woozy mind and a decreasing voice. Her mismatched eyes became glaze as she felt slumber gently tug against her consciousness. Had they drugged her? That much could be made out but at least her bullet wound was patched up and she could have sworn she had heard one of the maids apologizing to her.

[color=0072bc]“Diana…all right…not your fault…just do…what they want,”[/color] Bastion continued to say in a groggy manner, only slightly aware of the restrained state her friend had been put in. What else would she call the person that had “saved” her? They were friends now. Friends captured together as well. Or so it appeared.

Something happened that made Bastion gasp and at once her consciousness was brought back with a crash. Something fast and hard had slammed into the robot holding her while shoving her aside. If the sudden impact wasn’t enough to wake her up, the rough landing on the cold, near-pristine floor would jolt her for good.

She clenched her shot arm in pain having landed right on it; for although the wound was healed, the lingering effects would take time. That and she was being thrashed around again. She opened her eyes at that moment to see Diana standing in front of her, shielding her from some sort of bolt of piercing light that sparked all over the area.

[color=0072bc]“Diana, wait a minute, don’t!”[/color] Bastion said, fear for her friend getting hurt rooting her in place as she stared with wide eyes at the scene. [color=0072bc]“What are you doing? Help her!”[/color] she said once more, turning to the Machina with pleading eyes, not aware that both factions were enemies to each other.
[hr][center][@Lonewolf685], [@KoL], [@Ryonara], [@Rune_Alchemist][/center]