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[h3][color=firebrick]MU-01[/color][/h3][/center]

Shooting awake, Mu-01 looked around. She was in the capital city of the Machina of Man, Hyperion. A glorious technological marvel home of High Queen Eos. But that didn't really impress Mu-01. She's been living here ever since she was in the service of the Machina. After a while, the lights and sounds get dull. More importantly, if Mu-01, that meant Grafdakka was offline. No doubt that he'd be resurrected and awaken by next morning, so until then Mu-01 will be representing him. Mainly because she was Grafdakka. Or more precisely, Grafdakka and Mu-01 were both part of a existence called Krieg. Their existence was a strange phenomenon that could only exist within the Nexus; a spirit bound to the life of machines, seeking nothing but war and destruction. It always seemed like the larger the unit, the more chaotic they were. That's why Grafdakka could never exist within the confined halls or courts of this great city. He was no a statue to be admire, but a weapon to be used against one's enemy. That went for Mu-01 as well; having left that exciting battlefield in such a glorious explosion, she was eager to return and relive that moment again and again. But in this form, she was not as combative as she could be. No, this form was a necessary evil. One meant to actually interact with other Machina of Men, not to fight with them.

Mu-01 was inside the hangar bay that was under the ownership of Grafdakka. The existence of Krieg was a closely guarded secret to Mu-01 and Grafdakka, and only the highest authorities knew the truth. Mostly because they already figured it out, and for the few that haven't, Mu-01 wasn't keen on sharing secrets. Here, Mu-01 oversaw the upgrade and construction of Grafdakka's war machine, his very body. At some point today she expects a delivery of Grafdakka's remains to be reconstructed and promptly repossessed. She's also been looking into an extra upgrade that should really help Grafdakka's main issue: his inability to enter small structures. His massive body was perfect for open warfare, but if the last battle at the Elicitor was any indication, close quarters combat was where the most important battles were fought.

But aside from that, Mu-01 did have a meeting to attend. She just received word on her e-mail that Grafdakka or his representative (That being Mu-01) were to report to High Queen Eos immediately. Why she wanted to see them was a mystery to Mu-01. She was largely unaware of the lose of their precious cargo, as Grafdakka had self-destructed before he heard that the cargo was stolen. So gathering up her belongings, the robot tank maid made her way towards the home of the High Queen. Hopefully whatever that was suppose to be said, it would be said quickly. Mu-01 was quite excited to test out those upgrades. 

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[h3][color=ffe4c4]Dorafraki Goldion[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=ffe4c4]Brothers of the mine rejoice! Swing, swing, swing with me, raise your pick and raise your voice! Sing, sing, sing with me. Down and down into the deep, who knows what we'll find beneath? Diamonds, rubies, gold and more hidden in the mountain store."[/color] 

Singing echoed through the mountain side. The Machina of men were not the only ones who had use for the resources available in the Nexus. The Angels of the Nexus had many allies whom did not befit from the divine gifts from above, and thus they too must rely on nature's bounty. But to ensure that the alure of material goods did not corrupt the Angel's allies, they sent a trusted adviser to work alongside them.

[color=ffe4c4]"Born underground, suckled from a teat of stone. Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home. Skin made of iron, steel in our bones, to dig and dig makes us free. Come on brothers sing with me!"[/color]

In the dark tunnels of the Dark Star Mountain, a busty, blond woman swung her massive weapon against the stone walls along her smaller, brawny kin. Each strike sundered rock from the walls, revealing more stones or the treasures within. Diamonds and gems for magic, iron and ore for weapons, or simply a hole for further exploration. This woman worked alongside the men folk, smashing stones and hauling rocks into carts to be dragged to the surface. On occasions she would leave these tunnels, but her work wasn't done yet. On the surface, a bustling camp of men and women worked hard to process the earth's bounty into weapons and armor. Up here the woman went from miner to smith, using her hammer to create rather than destroy.

[color=ffe4c4]"Hah hah hah! This is good metal. Now stand back, as I bring [i]THE THUNDER[/i]!"[/color] 

The woman raised her massive weapon high into the air, a localized storm of dark clouds building up over her. Many dropped what they were doing to watch as the woman brought down her hammer onto the ore, and at that exact moment thunder struck and channeled through the metal. The lightning surged through every pore and vein in her body, putting blood, sweat, and tears into this single strike to turn the raw heap of ore into a weapon worthy of a true warrior.

That was essentially Dora's routine here at the dwarf camps. A lot of mining, smithing, and singing. It was monotonous, sure, but occasionally they would get attacked by a demon raiding part or intercept machina scouts, giving the bored miners some sport. Today, Dora received work that they needed to increase the amount of iron they could gather. However, they didn't need more weapons. It seems that the HQ needed materials rather than weapons for some big battle ahead. Dora hoped that this time she'd get to be part of it; she was so caught up with work here at the dwarf camps that she rarely has a chance to get involved in battle. She had already asked for a temporary replacement, just so she could finally fight alongside her allies instead of toiling away in the mines.

[color=ffe4c4]"Atch, 'onestly, waste of me talent ta be toilin' away 'ere. Coulda been thar, I 'ear that them Machina had them a tunneling ship. Ha! The unly tunnel they know 'ow ta dig is a crypt. Cor, if unly I've been thar, it'd take more than dirt an rubble ta stop me."[/color]