[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2YLVj7V.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjBlODkwNi5VSEpwYldGc2FXRSwuMQ,,/gears.regular.png[/img] [/center] Once upon a clockwork dream... [hr] A warm, baleful air pressed into her body. She could feel her insides overheating just from being near it. Fires crackled around her, as the roars and growls of angered machines howled in the distance creating a hellish symphony. The hateful machines, spitting fire and steam rumbled past her and paying her no mind as she returned their symphony with a cold, deafening silence of her own. She wasn't their target, after all. They left all the machines and robots alone, for the most part. Her metal feet clacked against the ground, scraping against metal of her fallen allies and comrades. They were dead, weren't they? Moira was overrun...the cyborg fought till the last, and she had been helpless to do anything about it. That stupid, perverted inventor with all the machines was the second to go. Self destructed with a bomb, taking out so many with him just so the others could have a shot. Baylock...he...he... Anger. hatred. Self loathing for being unable to help. A glint of steel caught her eye, a sharp drill poking from the rubble. Bending down, she reached for it, taking it by its handle. It wasn't meant to be a weapon, but it felt fall more capable in her hands than a sword, mag rifle or explosive. A simple technicians tool. An item built to repair, fix, and build. The ground rumbled, the mass of metal, gears, and clockwork loomed over her. It seemed to be speaking with her. Something about the 'First', and how he was the 'Second'. It didn't matter. She couldn't hear. She didn't want too. She just wanted this nightmare to be over with. To go back to Baylock's estate with everyone. Serve tea, mess around and have that stupid inventor hit on her some more. Talk about technology and upgrades with Moira, or just sit and listen to music with Master Baylock. But such would be a dream, now. Nothing more than a distant memory. What was she even doing? She should be running. She could accomplish nothing. She was no hero. She was a maid. She didn't have nearly the abilities the other had. What could [i]she[/i] do that they couldn't? Anger, was a funny thing. Especially for an Automaton. Rarely felt, but such a potent thing to drive one. Electricity arced across her body as her gears and servos began overclocking. Pieces of metal around her began flinging themselves away like scared animals, slamming into each other and sticking. She raised the weapon, leaping forward with all the fury she could muster. A bright light... .... .... A feeling of weightlessness followed, as though she was suspended. Odd for a three hundred something pound automaton to be suspended in something. Did she question the sensation? No, she couldn't. She didn't want to focus on anything. If she could just stop thinking at all, that would be even better. It wouldn't hurt so much, then. A faint clicking noise broke through her thoughts. [color=chartreuse]"...urgh..."[/color] Her body hit the ground, the stasis wearing off as the lock on the cell opened. For a few moments, she simply laid there. Alive? She was...alive? The Automaton wasn't sure she liked that idea. Her metal hand scraped against the stone of the floor as she tested her appendages. Fingers and arms, worked. Legs, seemed to be running fine. No gears seemed to be loose or jammed. Silently, she pushed herself to her knees and gazed down at her hands. [color=chartreuse]"..."[/color] She flexed her fingers. Ah...there was a small dent in one. She'd need to inform Master Baylock she'd need - [color=chartreuse]"...ha..."[/color] A small, almost inaudible laugh followed. Right. She was alive. He wasn't. More importantly...where was she? She couldn't remember anything after engaging the Second. There was just...nothing. It was like the time Baylock found her in that scrap heap. Her memory from that time was completely gone. Frowning, Lia slowly pushed herself to her feet. Was she...tired? She felt tired at least. An impossible thing for an Automaton unless something was wrong with their core. Shaking off the thought, Lia took a few experimental steps forwards. It looked like a...dungeon of some sort? Had the Second taken her prisoner? No, that wasn't like him, even if he seemed far too interested in her. She couldn't seem to generate much power here for some reason. Was her core damaged? She'd have to inspect it once she was safe. Walking out of the cell, Lia's steps were slow, though certain as she picked up the sounds of someone conversing. What she thought were humans though, were most certainly not. A large winged creature of some sort that she had never seen before and some masked individual along with others being released from some sort of prison. [color=chartreuse]"...Servants of the Second?"[/color] She fixed both the stranger and the feathered human with a serious, hostile gaze. [color=chartreuse]"Mm...I suppose you wouldn't be talking or thanking him for rescuing you, if that was the case."[/color] Despite saying this however, she didn't take her unblinking gaze off the either of them.