Fran would step out in the hot desert, even when far as roll onto her back and lie on the simmering ground while putting her lance to the side of her, watching heat waves yet she was rather from sweating, she was enjoying it as she hand her hands on the back of her head and sighed, her snake like eyes glittered as a reflective surface for the sun to bounce from. All the while as she laid on the sandy, barren ground with some mounts of uneven earth, sand flying away from the orange ground as a humid burst of air passed her, covering her slightly with a dusting of the sand, not that she cared and she would exhale long and deep of the air she had not smelt in a couple of centuries and she would grin.
''Nevada, mother, it is nice to be home again.....hot as ever, the way I like it.'' She would close her eyes for a time listening out to familiar sounds, the cracking of previous wet ground at the hot sun swallowed up all the moisture it had, vultures flying ahead, squawking, it echoed far in this empty space of the world. The breeze sizzled slightly as it touched the hot ground, the sound of shuffling as desert creatures moved around on or under the ground. The trotting sounds of the desert bighorn sheep and the clashing of their horns as they battled for a mate. The singing of the mountain bluebird and the slow shallow breathing of the desert tortoise. Yes, Fran missed this place.
That was when she heard the parting for ground around her and she opened her eyes and she watched as scorpions surrounded her and she would smile allowing them to crawl on her and she even picked some up. The were known for high venomous stings but Fran was immune and besides they wouldn't stink her, ultimately they would protect her as she would protected them, a intense bond between them had already grown.
She'd then flick her hand and they would crawl of her as she slowly got up, bending over to grab her lance from the hot ground and sheathe it by looping it into her kimono and leather strap for it and she would look far with a frown, the scorpions on and around her feet. ''I wonder....are they still looking for me after all this time?'' She would then sniff the air and the scent of others fell under her nose. Her blue snake eyes lit up, changing into gold. ''Nevada...mother...are you homing others since I was gone?'' He would grin, the scorpions parting from the front of her and she started to walk in the direction to the people she could smell...
''I am coming for you....I will kill you...'' She'd hiss out coldly, even liked the thought of killing them, making them disappear from Nevada, her mother...
Fran had a bond with the Nevada desert, she called it her mother as it was where the facility was when she was created and first gained consciousness. Her creators made a dome when she was a child to play in with the desert conditions since she was hot in temperature and needed to keep that way or she would get ill or worse, die. But unfortunately the way the scientists taught her things, treated her and cared for her made her the predator she was today and when she broke from their leash she only got more in tuned with the predator in her...
So she was protective of her 'mother' so she was going to find these people, see them, understand them then kill them....and enjoy it..