‘...’ Metallia stared at the email she had received. She was sitting in front of her computer inside a hidden lab which she had designed underneath the building where she lived her normal life as Angelica Wilder. In the background, multiple injured robots were being repaired by her android. She had recently suffered another loss against heroes of the world. Meanwhile, the contents of this email…

… Oh, okay. She wasn’t any longer her own commander. Should she fail to comply, the consequences would be… unacceptable. It would appear that she had been taken command of. Not the most comfortable of thoughts, but eh. It did fine. It wasn’t as if she was making much progress on her own, anyway.

‘Tia. Continue work on the robots while I’m out.’ Metallia stood up and walked to her chair, which was currently in its charging station.

‘Yes.’ Tia acknowledged in a robotic fashion with a feminine voice, continuing to weld together pieces of metal and circuitry while Metallia got seated and flew out of a hatch and into the world using her magnetism. She went only by herself, this time. Her robots were in no condition to get there in time, after all.

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Later, at the warehouse, Metallia would simply be drifting down slowly from the sky all of a sudden. Her white hair strangely visible in the evening, her expression devoid of impression, her posture straight and head held high, her dress fitting gracefully on her body. And then, of course, she was sitting on a robotic chair that was seemingly flying with no apparent means to do so, and then there were those two large robot arms on the back of it that had not detached yet. She’d land a little bit away from the others, turned towards them, just gazing at them without much of a word. Before she engaged in any kind of communication, she wanted to know what kind of people she was dealing with.