As he continued to worked his way through rows upon rows of gunmetal soldiers, Argos ringed up in his head.
[Young master, Ether spike 500 meters ahead, One compatible to yours, I advise exploring the east end first.]
And so he did. Further he went, the less metal he saw, more empty space. He kept going until he reached another soldier....but his one looked different from all the others.
A pitch black figure. Well armored, but just enough to allow for mobility. Around this hips angled pieces of metal, maybe hip guards?, pointing slightly backwards towards the ground, the downwards edges lined with grills. A Well coordinated breastplate except it had a rather large circular engraving in the middle of it.
The right arm was over-armored beyond relief, with engraved armor plating covering it from shoulder to finger tips, with a modular, heavy plated vambrace and slightly pointed finger-tips. The plates articulated in a way to move over each other to reveal whatever contraption hid underneath them. There were clearly given a clear design but due to the pitch black color, the engravings' details were hard to tell. The final touch? an over sized shoulder plate, about twice the width of arm.
The left arm however was, completely different. A similarly sized shoulder plate, and a bit of light plating on the edge upper arm near the shoulder but that's where the similarities ended. Below that was a long, black, sleeve, like the imperial Hanfu clothing, but just the ridiculously large sleeve. Some patterns or designs were weaved into the sleeve but it was too hard to tell with the black color, again. The large baggy cuffs were lined with bits of metal, maybe some kind of steel? You could call it impressive if it weren't for the what it had below.
A dress, no wait that's a skirt.
That was a fucking ball gown. An armored ball gown.
Which princess was going to war today?
A long, Matt black, skirt. It had a V shaped opening in the front thank fully so it wasn't completely a skirt, but damn did it come close. Cloth draped from its hips, under the hip guards, with what seemed to be several dozens of folds of cloth on the size, all the way down to the floor for, more mobility? or wooing princes and princesses maybe. A bit longer in the back so it trailed like Cinderella's dress when she ran from her oh-so-handsome prince. The very end parted a bit again, in a V shape. The biggest difference from Cinderella's dress and Big Boy's Skirt-
Aedhira looked around with his face scrunched up.
-was that the edges near the ground were lined with metal, similar to the arm sleeve, but this looked more like metal plating than just lining up the edges with metal. Whoever built it was either bipolar, or couldn't stick to one genre, finding prince charming or looking like a badass. If no one knew any better, it looked like that bald dude from the matrix, except metal.
"He looks a lot like that bald dude from the matrix, except metal"
[Sire I believe that's racist]
"No, not the color you twit, the skirt, I'M TALKING ABOUT THE SKIRT"
[Affirmative]
The weirdest thing however and the what made it the most similar to matrix man, was the head
A smooth, glass like head, no a visor it seemed, but pitch black, extending from the chin to the just beyond the forehead, where it faded into more engravings and sleek angles. By the sides, where the ears a supposed to be? Falling stars, two of them for each side, one with a sharp contrail-like edge about the size of a shortsword angling backwards backwards into the sky, maybe like a 45....50 degree angle, the other about half the size, pointing a bit lower compared to the bigger one. If it was upright, it'd look kind of like the ears on a dog, A weird four eared dog.
Worst part was however, it was as short as he was. In fact, it fit his unremarkable physique in every way.
A leader perhaps? So he did the logical thing and knocked on its head like a petulant child.
He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around for no one in particular.
[No good, its hollow]
"Hollow? Whats the point of a hollow soldi-ah" Aedhira doubled over onto the cold metal ground below. A headache pounded inside his head
Headache?
"HOW THE HELL DO I GET HEADACHES??? AREN'T I A ROBOT"
[Sire, you are far more than a mere ro-]
"SHUT UP!!!"
The petulant child was complaining over minor organic inconveniences.
[SIRE CAL-ENTRAL RUNE CALIBRATING]
[...]
[ENTRAL RUNE REGISTERED]
[------IGNITION------]
[IGNITING ARMASPACE]
The headache kept pounding, for what felt like hours, but it was probably just a second. Then suddenly-
......
-the world went dark.
And cold, pretty cold.