Tungsten remained silent as Faetalis granted the Overseers their new skins, as well as new orders. Though stoic and emotionless on the surface Tungsten was still a whirlwind of emotions, both proud and fearful, of what the future may hold. This was such a new direction of authority that Tungsten had very little idea of what to do. Deep inside, he even wondered if Faetalis was perhaps even [i]wrong[/i] about this direction. He dare not speak it however, knowing that such a thing said would surely be punished. Indeed, Tungsten himself wanted to seek repentance for questioning the great creator. He was just full of doubt... But with a hint of pride as well. Returning to the Big Scrap Alley, Tungsten did a check on operations. Things were... Functioning. Not the best, but not the worse. Mostly focused on repairs. But Tungsten needed to think for himself now. Now just for the operation of the guild. Not just in honor of his creator. He needed to do what he wanted to do. And he wanted to be a hero, but how? In times like these, Tungsten had very little idea of how to resolve his internal conflicts. But there was one constant in his life he could turn towards. One thing that he knew would always help him, just as it has helped his creator in the past: Music. Walking to his room Tungsten went to operate his command center. Here he could coordinate everything within his zones, as well as track down his Cyber Skeletons. Though a warrior and craftsman, Tungsten was also something of a musician. A showman. Sure, he did not make his own music, but he is able to get a feel for music and find what most resonates with him. Something that would speak his emotions where the machine could not. He sorted a few of his Cyber Skeletons away from standby to assist him in operating a few instruments as he attached a microphone to the side of his head, walking through the factory to begin to work and sing and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10YHsVc01IY]song[/url] he felt matched his mood the best. [color=aab7b8][center][i]I close my eyes and I keep seeing things Rainbow waterfalls Sunny liquid dreams[/i][/center][/color] He looked at the analytics of his factory, noting how badly it was doing before. That's what was eating him, among many things. Just to see how far they've fallen. He's working so hard to just get back to their former glory, could he really be relied on to change directions? To do better? Even his creator toiled for many years to do everything she had accomplished now, with the aid of the guild. Tungsten himself wasn't even a factor until she was already well into development with the Big Scrap Alley. Truthfully, the fact that he had to take care of it was a massive burden, one that he will never admit to being too difficult, but it had such baggage that the pressure was crushing him. [color=aab7b8][center][i]Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt Gotta get to you But I don't know how[/i][/center][/color] Tungsten began to read. Reading the personal logs and account of his Creator, AlphaQ. He's always had access to them but before he had only ever listened to her accounts in person. He found them fascinating and all the more reason to worship her. Now all he had of her were these books. Most incomplete, barely notes or just a jumble of words with no context. And yet somehow, Tungsten felt... Familiarity from these text. It's when he began to realize that some of these words aligned with quests that he had done with her, or ones she had done in the past that she told him about. This lead into a sort of rabbit hole where he began to search up information on the quests she had partaken themselves, accessing the database of quest guides and plot summaries that AlphaQ had archived. [color=aab7b8][center][i]Call me, Call me Let me know it's all right Call me, Call me Don't you think it's 'bout time Please won't you call and[/i][/center][/color] But the more he read into the story, the more he began to realize just how hard AlphaQ had fought. Her earlier records were far more full of her personal thoughts that Tungsten ever knew. He had always seen her as a strong, defiant woman, willing to fight against the very gods if they wrong her. But these earlier records... They showed her weakness. They showed her doubt. Her struggles. How the guild was barely operable at the best of time due to a lack of resources and dedicated players. Dramas in both real and in-game life that threaten to tear the guild apart. Heinous things said by creators and to creators. Now granted, these were all from AlphaQ's perspective. Tungsten knew that perhaps she was just being bias. But even so, it showed that once upon a time she was not great. And yet somehow that was... Good. [color=aab7b8][center][i]Ease my mind Reasons for me to find you Peace of mind What can I do To get me to you[/i][/center][/color] Tungsten began to reevaluate himself as he began to walk around the Big Scrap Alley, singing loudly into his microphone over the dim of construction. He needed to stop wallowing in this self-loathing, he knows that. He thought that he wasn't worthy. But reading these archives, seeing AlphaQ's struggle, it gave a renewed sense of purpose in Tungsten. And that's because even if he didn't feel ready, it's thanks to his creator, and the efforts of all the creators, that Tungsten had so much more to work with now than his creator did when she first started out. She took on the role of a Supervisor before the Infactorium had anything beyond a guildhall. He read the history of the Cyber Skeletons and how many versions were made and destroyed as AlphaQ grew into her position and power. Now Tungsten will have to fulfill the role of Supervisor, but he won't start the same as AlphaQ. He had so much more to work with now and he began to realize that he could do things that AlphaQ wasn't able to when she first began. [color=aab7b8][center][i]I had your number quite some time ago Back when we were young But I had to grow[/i][/center][/color] If Tungsten had tears he would cry. He was reading these archives and it was filled with all sorts of ideas and plans AlphaQ had planned. Ones that Tungsten had never seen, since it seemed like at some point AlphaQ had to abandon these ideals just to keep the Big Scrap Alley running. She was running on fumes, working so hard on her own, and that's not even including Guild Wars and personal conflicts she was settling. No wonder she was so bitter and cynical, seeing all of these youthful ideas she had cast aside for survival. And here Tungsten felt like a fool. He was so filled with doubt, fears, and worries that he wouldn't be worthy despite having so much more than she did in the past. Now he could afford to do all of these things, and still have enough resources left over to continue growing. Tungsten looked around his factory. Instead of seeing what was lost, he should see the potential. To have things that his creator couldn't. Things that she wanted. [color=aab7b8][center][i]Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now Gotta get to you Won't you tell me how[/i][/center][/color] Putting the book aside, Tungsten looked around the factory. He needed to get the old crew back together. He immediately set out work to bring back the Boneyard so he can work on Cyber Skeletons again. He'll also need to revive a few operators that were destroyed during the shift to these new lands. Easy to do within the Big Scrap Alley itself since they weren't very high level NPC's. But more importantly, he knew he had to make the most of Faetalis' talents. Surely, she knew of his capabilities to know that despite being a combat oriented Overseer, he also had a mind for trade and logistics. To that end he also knew he needed to expand his work force. Not just the Cyber Skeletons, but truly skilled specialists. After all it's important to be able to delegate tasks for efficiency, and as good as the Cyber Skeletons were as minions they weren't generally useful for more intelligent operations that Tungsten needs done. As long as he can create these specialists, he can afford to expand the range of his influence and control the markets. And if he can control the markets, he controls the money, and with it the power to affect the world. To do what AlphaQ couldn't but wanted to do. [color=aab7b8][center][i]Call me, Call me Let me know you are there Call me, Call me I wanna know you still care Come on now won't you[/i][/center][/color] Tungsten still couldn't get over AlphaQ possibly never coming back. He wasn't sure how he could cope, how to mourn. These weren't things he was ever ready to do. But deep inside, he knew he had to move on. Maybe one day she'll be back. Maybe she'll see what great things he's done. But first he needs to do those great things. To be something his creator would be proud of. Something he could be proud of. He would recall all Cyber Skeletons currently on recon and resource collection, since he needs all hands on deck to rebuild his factory floor. Since he also needs to pull double-duty defending the floors, he'll also need to convert some Cyber Skeletons into more combat oriented models. Not a large force, but enough for him to get a gauge of what he should and shouldn't keep. Like AlphaQ, he'll need to do some testing to get a feel for what would serve his purpose the best. Unlike AlphaQ, he has plenty of resources to work with and doesn't need to gamble too much on a prototype that might not work out. [color=aab7b8][center][i]Ease my mind Reasons for me to find you Peace of mind Reasons for livin' my life Ease my mind Reasons for me to know you Peace of mind What can I do To get me to you[/i][/center][/color] With renewed spirit Tungsten began the process of rebuilding the Big Scrap Alley and ultimately, himself. No longer a mere overseer, not just the meat shield for his creator. He would live his own fate now, guided by his hands. While he will still think of his creator with fondness, he must be willing to leave the nest. He must now take responsibility for the Big Scrap Alley in ways that he never expected, but now his heart was no longer gripped by doubt. Even if he faces uncertainty, he's now far more confident in his abilities by virtue of the struggles his Creator had surpassed before. And he would not fall behind her: he was created to be worthy of standing as her sword and shield. And now, he will continue to stand on the legacy she had built, to create a better world she would love.