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Winifred Pale was rudely awoken. Normally, this would result in cross words to a maid at worst. But today, Winifred Pale was fearing for her life. A missile strike had all but obliterated the southern wall of her room high atop Pale Manor. In the open space, a metal figure hovered. Its single red eye glowed bright through the dust and smoke.
"WINIFRED_PALE," the robot bellowed without emotion. "SURRENDER THE SCROLL."
Winifred had not yet risen to her feet, but still wanted answers. "Who are you?" she managed to ask demandingly.
"I AM ANGLE," the metal woman answered sharply. "SURRENDER THE SCROLL. YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO COMPLY."
"What scroll?" she snapped back defiantly. The magic scroll was a long lost Underboroughan relic that had started her campaign to rule the human world. It had the power to change ordinary humans into monsters. Winifred was not ready to give it up to anyone, not even a steel giant.
A cannon rose from Angle's arm, its barrel whirring menacingly. "YOU HAVE TWENTY SECONDS TO COMPLY," she said, impatience craclking in her speakers.
"Look, it's not here," Winifred shouted over the wind that now tore through her room. "It must have blown away when you were destroying my home." Winifred shot a quick glance to the pile of rubble that contained her writing desk to ensure that her lie was just a lie.
But the miniscule eye movement was enough for Angle's sensors to pick up. Her arm cannon retracted, and she swatted Winifred across the room with the back of her hand. Angle blasted towards the broken desk and located the scroll. The red sphere on her chest began to glow, shooting a beam towards the scroll and capturing it in a fiery red aura. Winifred screamed as she saw it enter the metal demon's chest, fragment by fragment.
"That was mine!" she shrieked, feebly pounding on Angle's leg. "What would... what would a thing
like you possibly want with it?"
"YOU INTENDED TO USE THIS SCROLL TO RECREATE THE WORLD IN YOUR IMAGE. YOUR METHODS WERE INEFFICIENT. I SHALL CONQUER YOUR WORLD AND THAT OF THE HUMANS, AND RECREATE THEM IN MINE."
Winifred was still attacking Angle's leg, but this time with a rock. "I'll get that scroll back if I have to pry you open with my bare hands!"
Angle shifted her leg slightly, knocking Winifred to the ground. She drew her arm cannon once again. "IMPOSSIBLE. I COULD REDUCE YOU MIST."
Winifred rose, but only to her knees. She pounded the floor of what was once her room. Angle's arm wavered, then lowered.
"YOUR METHODS ARE INEFFICIENT. BUT YOUR CUNNING AND TENACITY MAY PROVE USEFUL. CALCULATING PROCEDURE TO APPLY TRAITS WITHOUT BEING A DETRIMENT TO ME... PROCESSING..."
With that, a beam shot from Angle's chest.
Winifred was seeing red, and not just because of the monochromatic nature of her scanners. She never liked Shellcase, even if she was the master's top advisor. A modulated growl eminated from her steel jaws. Angle's hand gently clanked on the back of Winifred's neck.
"BE STILL, HELLCAT."
Winifred's claws scraped at the metal floor of her master's palace, the former site of Underborough High School. Her blade-tipped tail swung back and forth as Shellcase droned on and on about the diagrams she holo-projected from her chest.
"THE BARRIER AROUND THE HUMAN TOWN_PENDLETON HAS BEEN DESTROYED," she declared with little fanfare.
"EXCELLENT," Angle replied. "DID YOU HEAR THAT, HELLCAT? NOW THE TRUE CONQUEST CAN BEGIN."
Winifred purred in response. A battle would be a welcome change of pace. But until the order was given she would wait. Always on all fours, always at her master's side.