41. The first of many.

With instructions passed around, and jobs handed out, Silver locked away in her throne room, with all manner of material. No one notices at first, until a day passes, then two...then a third, yet the feisty queen hasn't bothered to appear for meals, or even to catch a glimpse of sunlight, four days pass, then on the fifth, with the sun starting to set, the door to the throne room opens, only for a bestial roar, and a large quadrupedal machine. It's design similar to a feline, sleek planes of armor, and a jaw filled with metal and flesh rending teeth, claws long and sharp, retractable for safe use anywhere,But the most lethal thing about this beast? The dual rail cannon turret mounted on its back as it slinks out of the door a few steps ahead of silver. Its eyes filled with a touch more life and curiosity than a basic combat machine, and as it should. After all...it is the first of its line but, also the first fragment she caught in her inner world, her days spent building it, she also used in learning how to give the fragments new leases on life in they want it...letting them become living constructs through her. The name etched into the shoulders draws the attention of everyone as they slowly approach. 'Tyr' The name chosen for this massive beast of mechanical nature. Though at first the group simply thought it was a new machine of silvers, only storm at first noticed the artificial life in its eyes, promptly asking his question. How did you make a machine with sentience? Seeing this, the remaining group loom between the, and silver curiosity and a touch of fear evident, afterwards, she still hasn't climbed through her ranks and already she is a force to be reckoned with. "Please tell me you didn't just find a nee way to be scary" The older swords asks beside her daughter. "It has some sentience but it still obeys my command, and it must as well, afterwards i can always take it back it is mine after all." Silver chuckles warmly her eyes gleaming with a hint of madness wild thoughts of possibilities, armies that are hard to break and reform after death. Weaponry that never run out of ammo, artillery that drowns out the screams of enemy forces. "This one...this one is the first, welcome Tyr, the first Ai operated war machine and guard that as far as my knowledge of this continent holds, is the only amongst its kind, and class. Made with some of the best alloys vehicles nowadays use, with redundant power cores, several onboard munition storages, and if he does fall, he is capable of being back in the fight in seconds because...he is now a part of my class system, saved as a living construct, I can summon him anytime, and anywhere, since he is adapted into my system much like my vehicles...They all can enter dungeons, just like my turrets, or your swords and equipment." Hearing this,the triplets shudder looking at silver in a new light when the blonde healer, hella? Hel? Silver is slowly learning names, give her some time,speaks up. "No offense my queen...but you terrify me more than the bounty hunters ever did!" Receiving several agreeing nods from those present. "Why? I've hardly done anything why fear me?" Silver tries her best impression of innocent cat, her ear drooping and eyes growing large and watery, only for the elder swords speak up. "Yea, after watching you fight a few hundred mid rank hunters alone, that lil miss cute act just doesn't work anymore kid, but good to know the crown hasn't bloated you with an ego." Hearing this silver glances at her, a bit more serious when she speaks."A king who is driven by the crown is no king, just a slave with a crown." Hearing this, the group looks at silver fiercely, getting a newfound glimpse into the eccentric,crazy, and close lipped silver. "So, why did you make it,Tyr I mean why did you build him?" The young swordswoman asks, Olivia, Octavia? Something like that. "Why? Every kingdom needs an army, every king a guard, and every gate a gurdian,and Tyr, will be joined with more of his kind brothers and sisters, to guard us, to fight along side us, and the best part, he can follow you in a dungeon, and earn me the benefits from afar, or I can send a unit of them alone into dungeons to rank up faster, all from the comfort of my throne if need be." Silver Shrugs tapping her metallic hand on the armor of The, making it clank loudly, her mana passing between the two, before Tyr trots off into the night, garnering confused looks. "Where is he going?" Liams father asks curiously. "Scouting, I told him to look for dungeons and to map the regions, and only act in self defense for now. So do us all a favor and don't take a blind shot at The, he is quite the machine, and very fine tuned!" Silver says, just before being interrupted with her stomach growling, micah isn't back yet? Yeesh, so what do we have for grub left?" Silver takes a few morsels, mostly wild apples and a type of wild mango?something the group foraged from the surrounding forest, whilst munching, she converses with the group for several hours into the night, when Tyr trots back, with something dangling from his teeth, as he nears, the sight of what was a hunter, can be seen, mangled chest torn open, and head nearly bitten off, but somehow the death grip on the rifle in the hunters hands allowed The to bring spoils of war back, dropping it at Silver's feet before a guttural robotic voice, like and animal trying to speak. "Reporting...ambush...self defense protocol...target...neutralized..." Nodding, silver looks over Tyr, seeing two small splash marks from the rifle, one on the side of the shoulder, the other just below the head, where an animals soft throat would've been. "Unfortunate fool, using animal tactics against You, you don't have any visible damage, so resume patrol and keep me informed of any findings." With a wave of her hand, Tyr turns and disappears into the night in a blur of motion, its electric motors and hydrualics whisper quiet in the night despite its size. Grabbing the rifle from the corpse,Silver only briefly looking over the rifle before holding it up. "Anyone want to be a Sharpshooter? Or have a use for this?" Silver offers, not worried of losing out or particularly caring for the basic marksman rifle,though its a mana rifle, its a low end mass produced one, dirt cheap and amongst the most readily available mid low tier hunter rifles. After no replies, silver sets the rifle to the side, then rummages through whats left of the sorry bastards pockets, pulling out spare bullets, a phone, a wanted poster for Silver, and not much else with most of his vest pockets destroyed. 'Poor bastard came all the way out here looking for gold, instead found a grave.'