My plasma tests went well, if you don’t count igniting The Range on fire.  After the flare-up, I pulled IronHide out of storage to dig a trench between The Range and the treeline of the forest.  I figured it wouldn’t hurt.  Remember, only you can prevent forest fires.  I said that to Elita but she gave me a confused, what-are-you-on-about, look for my troubles. Once I got the containment field working properly, I was able to hold a mass of superheated plasma at the blunt end of my second hammer.  The first one was sacrificed in learning that I needed to use the containment field to protect the hammer itself from the heat of the plasma.  The mass was intentionally quite thin, only a few millimeters thick, but it was more than enough to cause some pretty serious damage to whatever came in contact with it. Last Updated : 2022-08-17

Sentinel sat on a rock that he had dragged into the middle of the road and  carefully whittled at a small carving of a robotic condor.  He had swords built into both of his arms, but it was nice to carve with the small knife that Kull had given to him. “Maybe I should have been named SoundWave,” he chuckled to himself as he thought about the bird design he’d been crafting.  “SoundWave Prime.” From around the S curve of the road, the two centaurs came trotting along, looking very confident and less like “scouts” and more like a “spearhead”.  When they saw Sentinel, they slowed to a stop, allowing the Automata and the lizardman to catch up to them.  Sentinel slowly looked up at them from beneath his wide brimmed hat. Last Updated : 2022-08-19

With a yell from their captain, the prince’s soldiers rushed at us and the unlocked Automata met them steel for steel.  A deep roar bellowed from the command group and with a terrific leap, the Guild Master came flying over the heads of the royals and the officers.  He landed with a heavy thud, already growing in size and swinging a fist the size of a frozen turkey in my direction. Elita sent a bolt of lightning into the oni’s back.  The electrical shock hit him and he convulsed, dropping to a knee, but not out. “I have business with you, Guild Master,” she spat with sword and needle gun at the ready. “Fine!  Don’t worry, this won&rsq

Apparently, the captain of the guard, Captain Treize Khushrenada, was a part of some noble faction that supported making a cousin from a branch family the next ruler.  This faction had tasked the captain with disposing of the crown prince during this mission with the intent to make it look like he had been killed by the Automata.  The objective was twofold.  First, with the crown prince gone, this cousin would be the next in line.  Second, this would have sparked a cause to rally the factions together to unite against a common enemy, us. We found all this out when Pythona applied gravity magic to the captain, essentially crushing the truth out of him.  According to the prince, they were just expected to take care of some easy-mode problem that Urd was having with some defective Automata as a way to gain some prestige and experience.  He claimed that he had no ide

My shop was starting to feel more and more like a doctor’s office than a machine shop.  Though when you’re a being made out of magic and metal, I suppose they’re one in the same for your species.  Scara, from our construction team, had built me a lovely reclining chair.  It wasn’t soft or cushy but it was solid and strong enough to handle the added weight of an Automata. It reminded me a lot of the chair at a dentist and was super useful for being able to examine my fellow Automata.  Today, I was the patient though.  After a mishap on my part, I’d done considerable damage to myself that included destroying half of my face and losing an eye. I sat in the chair and my proxy, Ratchet, set a pin in the chair to recline me back.  Ratchet had been designed expressly for handling r