The goat maid led us into a small room that was empty of furnishings or decorations. The only distinguishing feature was a slight slope to the floor leading to a drain. As she walked, I couldn’t help but notice small black wings on her back that were entirely too small to provide any sort of flight abilities. My mind began to wander, considering what type of species she was or what sort of evolutionary paths might have been taken to reach such a body design.
“Uh, no, just some plant magic. Thank you for your assistance,” Wendy said to the maid, responding to a question I’d missed.
The maid began chanting and large globules of water condensed in the air. Expertly, she positioned and flung the water around until Wendy was perfectly clean. The globule hung for a moment longer as excess moisture was drawn into it, drying Wendy off. The waste water was released over the drain and the maid gave a small bow to the captain.
“What of this thing? Should it be cleaned as well, or would you like to store it in our armory?” the maid asked, barely glancing in my direction.
“Charming. Is this how you treat all guests?” I asked, feeling the familiar annoyance.
“Guest? We have only one guest and her Highness is being received by Lord Unnown himself,” the maid said, coldly, swiveling a horizontal slitted eye at me.
“Now, now. Prime, here, is close to her Highness and she is eagerly awaiting his return,” Wendy tried, waving her hands about in a bit of a panic.
“A bucket of water and sponge is fine. I’ll do it myself if it’s such a hassle your maidship,” I grumbled.
“If it is to be brought before her Highness, then I suppose I must clean this filthy tool up; though our gardener would be better suited for the task,” goat maid said dismissively.
Before I could protest she resumed her chant though the spell sounded larger, more violent somehow. Instead of the elegant water ball that had delicately cleansed Captain Wendy, I was assaulted by a barrage of fist sized water balls. Each one slapped against my plating and knocked me about from the force but didn’t actually do any damage. Had I been a fleshy, I’d probably be covered in bruises though.
The frequency of the attacks increased until I felt like I was directly under a waterfall that somehow managed to come from all directions. I could feel extra attention being paid to the backs of my knees and the tops of my shoulders. Was this goat trying to get me to kneel?
I stumbled but caught myself, refusing to give in. I’d had enough. I converted my right arm to blade mode and pointed it at the maid. All water attacks immediately ceased.
“Prime! What are you doing? Put that away, she’s not attacking you!” Wendy shouted.
“There’s blood caked on my blade, I just wanted to make sure it got cleaned as well,” I growled, holding the maid’s glare with my blade still aimed for her throat.
The maid glanced down at the length of steel thrust in her direction and gently ran a claw tip along the edge.
“It seems to be clean enough now, though it could use sharpening. Shall I call for our blacksmith?” the maid asked in an unconcerned tone.
“I wouldn’t wish to trouble you for work I can do myself,” I replied.
I withdrew my blade from her direction and gently touched the base. Using the [3D Modeling, Restructure] skills, I easily adjusted the physical “mesh” of the blade object to restore the razor’s edge. I closed the menu screens and was about to retract my blade when the maid gently grabbed it and leaned over to inspect my work.
“Useful. Very useful,” she muttered. “I shall request that the Lord enquire about purchasing this model.”
“You couldn’t afford me,” I sneered, pulling my blade back and returning my arm to hand mode.
“It’s quite cheeky, isn’t it? It’s clearly defective,” the maid said cooly, turning to leave the washroom.
“Eh heh,” Wendy laughed, nervously. “He is certainly cheeky, I’ll grant you that.”
I rolled my optics and watched them exit. I was still dripping wet, but a few cycles of upper rotation spun any excess off of me. Some of the water must have found the doorway and both women yelped and shot me a glare. I resisted the urge to make a joke and just shook my legs off and followed after them.
We wound our way through the scullery to the main kitchen where more servants were busy preparing a variety of dishes. The kitchen was huge with many connected rooms, and a network of elevators for transporting carts full of dishes to various parts of the mansion. Eventually we found ourselves in a utility hallway where a variety of yet more servants bustled about with trays of small foods and drinks. The hallway led to a grand ballroom and I noticed that we had entered the room, not via the main entrance and down a lavish set of stairs, but from a sneaky corridor hidden by a huge painting of the mansion and statues of a furry dragon-type beast.
The ballroom was full of people in fancy clothes milling about. Music came from a string ensemble on a raised dais while servants prowled the crowd like sharks looking to snatch up or refill empty wine glasses. Wendy stiffened up, but didn’t betray any impression of nerves. I could only assume that she’d been to society balls before. I, however, wanted nothing to do with this many people at once and would welcome the chance to not be present.
We took the long way around the room, following the wall rather than cutting across the middle. On a raised platform or stage of sorts, sat a large table with only a few seats. Lena sat at one, ignoring all of the food and drink in front of her. The other two seats were occupied by black nothingness wearing human clothing. One nothingness held the general shape of a large, heavyset man, while the other resembled a boy in his early teens. Of course, my assumptions of age or gender were not unlike guessing the age and gender of an artist's mannequin wearing doll clothes.
Wendy put a hand on my shoulder to stop me from walking forward as goat maid slipped up to the platform. She whispered something to the large shade, who in turn, leaned over to whisper something to Lena. Lena perked up immediately and scanned the room until her eyes found me. She bobbed a little in her chair in a way I found cute before settling herself and resuming the picture of grace that was expected of her.
The maid returned and had us follow her again where we were led out of the ballroom and through the mansion once again. Given the lack of decorations, I assumed we were traveling via servant routes. Eventually, we were deposited into an opulent room with a few couches for seating and a lounge positioned beyond an easel with an obvious collection of “background” items for setting.
I followed Wendy’s lead and took a standing position near one of the couches. We didn’t have long to wait until the door opened again and a small group of people flowed through it. Lena was accompanied by Toadwart and Priss as well as the two shades and some other people in fancy clothes. Other nobles of prestige, I assumed.
Lena gave me a quick smile but did a remarkable job of remaining prim and proper.
“Master Prime. It is wonderful to see you returned to us. You gave us quite an awful fright,” she said in even, measured, tones.
“Your Highness, I have returned,” I said, giving her a proper, Shiro-like bow. “I have an urgent report for his Majesty. I would like to deliver it, with your permission, at your earliest convenience.”
“My sweet Prime, you can do it if you try, can’t you?” she said, barely audibly. “Baron Unnown, if I may introduce you to his Majesty’s royal artificer and protector of the crown, Master Artificer Prime, the Dragon Slayer.”
I think I just got some new titles that I wasn’t aware of...
“Oh, interesting. Very interesting...” the large shade said, creeping closer. “I’ve never seen anything like it before in all my many years.”
I looked side to side, but the nothingness in the shape of a Baron seemed transfixed on me. It was highly unnerving.
“My Lord, is something the matter?” Lena asked politely.
The Baron ignored her and loomed over me. He pushed up a sleeve, exposing an arm shaped void and allowed several thick gold rings to fall from his fingers onto the floor.
“Fascinating. Not simply a single soul, but one with many fragments attached to it... reaching out to who knows where. And what are these? Some sort of fragment shaped containers, what could these be for? How did they get there? Did you create them? I simply must have a closer look.”
“Uh, look buddy. I don’t know what exactly you’re talking about here,” I said, trying to back away. “You’re a bit close. I’d appreciate a little more room here.”
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I backed into the couch and fell back into it as the Baron hung over me, filling my vision. I couldn’t quite look away, though I tried. With one hand he pushed down on my shoulder, pinning me to the couch with a strength that surprised me. The other hesitantly touched my chest. The sensation of pure cold radiated from that hand, a sensation that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.
“Don’t... don’t do this... Please. Please don't,” I mumbled.
Slowly, tendrils of icy cold pushed through my chest plating as that void in the shape of fingers passed through my metal skin and inside of me. My vision started freezing and catching up, freezing and catching up, like a poor streaming connection. I could feel the cold fingers gently probing around my core until they wrapped around something intangible.
Warning messages flooded my HUD as whatever the intangible thing was, was gently being pulled out. I could feel my proxies disconnecting and going offline, even the ones that currently lacked physical bodies. My vision exploded around everything that wasn’t void, as if a massive human shaped black hole had suddenly opened up in front of me.
I focused as hard as I could, painfully forcing my left arm to convert to cannon mode. Round loaded. I lacked strength. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring the cannon to bear. My HUD shut down and everything became fluid.
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My HUD came online and the various system icons and indicators started popping up, though all I could see was a closeup of a wall. No wait, was it the floor? I was on the floor, face down. It took a few seconds but my internal gyroscope completed calibration and I could tell what direction I was facing again. Orange light tinged at the edges of my vision.
Carefully, I turned my head until I could see something other than marble tile. Fire. I saw fire. The room was on fire. I saw a heel, the back of an expensive looking ladies boot. I saw gathers of fine and delicate fabrics, fluttering from the heat of the blaze. Beyond the boot and fabric, I saw a hole in the wall in the shape of a perfect circle. Flames lined the circle, licking at what was left of the walls. Through the circle, the night sky was unperturbed, though a hedge maze appeared impossibly easy to solve with a singed path running straight through the middle of it. Several people were running around attempting to put out the fires. Was that Baphomet in a maid costume?
I put a hand to the tile and pushed against it until I rolled over. What in the name of Vector Sigma just happened to me? What happened around me? As I rolled over and looked up, I realized that someone in a billowing and fancy dress was actually standing over me. I also realized that the person wearing the dress wore white lace stockings and garters, and that today was a “pink day”.
I moved to slap a hand over my eyes when the boots quickly shifted and the bunches of fabric pushed to the side like a curtain revealing the face of a very distraught mechanized princess. Her whole body was shaking violently as she collapsed onto me.
“You’re alive!” she screamed. “You’re alive. You’re alive. You’re alive,” she muttered over and over, crushing her face to my chest.
“I’m alive,” I answered, gently patting the back of her head as she vibrated and shook.