The Artificer

:The Artificer: "As the descent thrusters blasted the course dust and grit of this Industrial dead world from under it, the Shuttle thudded on the landing pad. Stepping a little closer, she waited patiently with pride swelling in her chest, the prototype Rail Cannon had passed all tests and was now ready for use, the Lords would be pleased. The shuttles exit ramp slammed down, from within the darkness of the hold, dim glowing lenses regarded her before stepping from the dark interior of the shuttle to the wan, sickly light of the Factoria world. The Exo-Suit clad Lords of war, stomped down the ramp, coming to stop in front of her, she had to tilt her head back to look up at them, the heavy veil that covered her head catching the hot, bitter wind and lightly fluttering. The Lords stared down at her with their cold, red lenses, before a voice issued from the most decorated of the trio, it was an amplified, grinding sound that made a shiver play over the parts of her that still had flesh and scale. 'Greetings Artificer,. We have come for the weapon...' She lifted the huge weapon, it's head crackling with destructive power, her tail coiling a little as her heart pounded, her stance one of pride and obedience."