Waiting.

The machine waited.

It waited alone in the darkness.

It's life was no longer its own.

The machine's head lay tilted to the side, its three eyes lifeless.

Once it had been good. Now its life belonged to the darkness.

Only there could it survive.

But now behold! The enemy approaches.

Armor of darkness....and yet a soul of light.

The air slowly eats away at the warrior's armor, but she pays no heed to it.

Her eyes watch the shadows crawling up the machine.

The machine rumbles and shakes off its many decades of waiting.

Now at last, an enemy has come.

Now at last, the machine's life has returned.

Well, that's all I got. Just in case you haven't guessed, this is a tribute to Quadraxis (my favourite boss ever).