The Cazador unit stared at Astrid's hand, zooming into the liquid that swirled and shined. Words and numbers scrolled up its HUD. Words like 'Breaker', 'Unknown metal', and 'Variable Density'. Words and numbers which Megahertz saw through one of her many screens. 

The Cazador remained stoic in the face of Astrid's japes. [b]"Follow me,"[/b] it spoke, with a garbled voice that seemed not its own, and dashed. Towards the heart of Northbridge, around a corner, away from streetlights and the sun lamp, into an alleyway caged by corrugated metal and wire fences. 

Above, in the shadows of the alley, three-slitted eyes lit up as half a dozen Cazadors decloaked all around her. One of the hounds leapt down right in front of Astrid, bearing horns and red eyes instead of green. It strode closer, then projected a cone of light from its head. A cone that flickered into a hologram, clad in a [url=https://i.imgur.com/nmyxELb.jpg]pointed hood[/url] and loose robes adorned with circular symbols. No face could be seen within the hood. Only pitch-black darkness, framed through a diamond-shaped opening. 

[color=b8cee5][b]"So you're the one who tore through the blockade in Bridge Street,"[/b][/color] the hologram spoke. It was a woman's voice, albeit deep as the abyss and reverberating with unearthly whispers. [color=b8cee5][b]"I am Megahertz. I speak for JAHANNAM."[/b][/color] She spread her arms, gesturing towards her army of chrome hounds as her voice was projected through every single one. [color=b8cee5][b]"And [i]we[/i] were watching."[/b][/color]

The hologram circled her, with a gait that seemed almost gliding beneath her robes. [color=b8cee5][b]"You were crude. Messy. And the collateral damage you've left behind will cost a fortune of time and money to SILENCE…!"[/b][/color] She stopped as suddenly as she shouted, the whispers beneath her voice turned to wails and shrieks that faded into echoes.

Megahertz clasped her hands. She looked Astrid up and down as she rasped out a sigh. [color=b8cee5][b]"...But I'd be a liar if I said it wasn't… [i]inspiring,[/i]"[/b][/color] a glint of catharsis purred through her cold, machine tone. [color=b8cee5][b]"Such spectacle and disaster you have left in your wake, Stranger. Who are you, and why have you come to Northbridge?"[/b][/color]