Faetalis listened intently, carefully. From the sound of it, everyone had gotten off in different degrees of severity; some were merely scraped and bruised, while others were put near to ruin. In her mind, it was necessary to restore internal means of supply; that meant getting food and power back in working order. “[color=add8e6]First things first, we need to restore power and supply to Mae's Factory,[/color]” Faetalis announced, “[color=add8e6]In times of strife, there is nothing more important than hot food and running water. In order to do that, I'm likely going to have to cannibalize unattended factories... that means, destroying the homes of our friends.[/color]”

Faetalis allowed time for reactions, before she cleared her throat, and set to it. “[color=add8e6]These are your orders, henceforth,[/color]” she says, steeling herself to destroy years of struggle in wars that built and tested friendships she thought lifelong. Accessing her maintenance terminal, she brought up a 3-D map of Infactorium, and all but their working factories lit up red,  “[color=add8e6]Levia. Gammatron. All highlighted factories are to be recycled into components - that means, do not melt them, Levia - and, do so from the apex to the foundation; leave naught a single tile nor rivet. Take all organic material to Mae and all inorganic material to Tungsten.[/color]”

Faetalis turned to the two in question, “[color=add8e6]Mae, immediately start to process all organic material brought to you into whatever food you can with exceptional shelf life. Jerky. Rations. MREs. I don't care about the taste, as long as it's the utmost best quality you can provide and will last us for a while,[/color]” she says, “[color=add8e6]Tungsten, and Cormac, you are to take the inorganic material are start repairs - however, Tungsten, you have a technological advantage over Cormac's traditional means. As such, you are to split tasks according to your strengths. Tungsten, you will handle all electronic wiring and cabling, whole Cormac will handle construction lacking technological prowess.[/color]”

“[color=add8e6]As for myself,[/color]” Faetalis turned to her maintenance terminal, “[color=add8e6]I'm going to scout what lies beyond the ridges. If I'm not returned by sundown, do not deviate from your tasks to find me until you are all finished. Then, and only then, are you to leave Infactorium unguarded to seek me out.[/color]”

“[color=add8e6]This seems to be our new home, now. Strange, but familiar. Regardless, you have your orders. Go, as Overseers of Infactorium, and complete them.[/color]”

Faetalis waited for everyone to leave on her dismissal, before she looked to MinMaxine, and took a look at her through her HUD, and saw the same status affliction, [Comatose] and her HP static at 1. “[color=add8e6]What is going on with you, Max. Everyone else is awake, and you're out with this status I've never seen before...[/color]” she laments, as she set MinMaxine on the maintainence terminal, and looked to the exterior cameras. There was nothing on the horizon in all directions, but rock. “[color=add8e6]This couldn't be more difficult. I'm setting off, Max. Hopefully, you'll wake up soon...[/color]” she sighed, before setting off to the Western Gate, and looking to the middle distance.

Stepping back into her heels, she took it all in. All of it. Minutes expanded to hours, mentally, as she tried to rationalize it from top to bottom. “[color=add8e6]Infactorium exists. The Overseers exist. My magic exists. This must be YO, right?[/color]” Faetalis asks herself, as she focused her eyes on the world; her HUD materialized, and information scanned in - mostly to tell her the dirt was, indeed, made of dirt. However, that was unimportant. Her HUD still existed. “[color=add8e6]I have to be in YO, somehow. Not the Alpha Release, but some Beta Release, or a junker copy on a pirated server,[/color]” Faetalis told herself, needing to believe that she was still human, still an avatar, and not her avatar, and not inhuman.

Faetalis needed to be able to believe she was still a plain, forty-two-year-old woman that worked a 9-to-5, dead end, wage slave "accounting job" as a sidetracker of dirty money for the local Yakuza; boring woman with a calm head on her shoulders and the sense to keep her month silent, so she could continue to afford an upper middle-class existence and the eventful luxury of her second life in YGGDRASIL Online nightly, unlike some of her old guildmates in less "fortunate" circumstances.

As long as she continued to believe she was in some pre-Alpha Release version of '[I]YGGDRASIL Online: Valkyrie Downfall[/i]', Faetalis could carry on with that same calm that saw dozens of GvG victories and thousands of won Skirmishes. She just needed to do something bigger than reality would allow.

Incite Genesis.

Focusing, Faetalis set her heels apart, and spread her legs, as she clapped her hands together, and took a power stance...

“[color=add8e6][Craft Senses: Life Seeker] [Craft Senses: Magic Hunter] [Craft Self: Hollow Bones] [Craft Self: Tyrant Muscle] [Craft Self: Tyrant Scales] [Craft Form: Tyrant Wings] [Craft Form: Tyrant Tail][/color]” Faetalis ran through a list of crafting spells that did little in seperation, unless crafted together with her [Divine Artisan] Class.

“[color=add8e6][Divine Artisan Synthesis: Tyrant Dragon Haven, King of Haven Skies][/color]”

And, given life with her [Genesis] Class.

“[color=add8e6][Rebirth: Genesis][/color]”

Locking the blessed crafting into place, Faetalis flooded herself with magic, and her skin opened to a mass exodus of metal and wood - simple bronze and fir wood - that cocooned around her as a trembling mess of planks, wires, plates, rivets, and screws. After a minute, a massive leg exploded from a side, and slammed into the ground; draconic in nature, taller than a house, and wider than a tree. Another joined it, and the cocoon trembled, before lengthening and widening in mass, and presence - a giant head like that of a pit viper crossed with an alligator burst free with a proportionally massive tail that slammed into the ground. The final piece surfaced, as wings as long as the torso best free of the shoulder blades, and buffeted the surroundings with gale-force wings.

Stripped of all but her core body, Faetalis was fused into her craft as its heart; from her knees and elbows down, her skyclad form hung as a sentient power source and pilot of the YGGDRASIL Online Lv80 Guild Raid Dragon Boss - many times defeated, and now, recreated at a meager third of his true power.

Still, it was enough to accomplish her goal, three-fold, to scout the surrounding area, create an efficient deterrent - if needed - and prove she was still within the logical confines of her video game of choice.

She just had to find a way to logout.

Dropped into her haunches, Faetalis launched into the air without a sound...