Just then, the final two maid bots inserted the crimson-core energy cells into her armor. The plating hummed as power surged through it.
Glowing red neon lines lit up across her chest, shoulders, and helmet like veins of living light. The suit's systems came online, and Lyra felt the familiar weight and strength return to her limbs.
She rotated her shoulder plates, testing the balance, then knocked gently on the Tyrant's broad metal chest with a grin. "Well then, Tyty, are the boys prepped and ready?"
The Tyrant turned slightly toward her, his mechanical voice still flat but firm. "Affirmative, Commander. All transport ships are fueled, loaded, and standing by. Your orders are required to initiate planetary descent."
Lyra nodded once and stepped forward, her armored boots clanking on the polished floor. "Alright then… let's go claim a piece of this hell."
Behind Lyra, the hangar rumbled and roared to life like a beast waking from slumber. The launch sequence had begun.
