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Zethya's silver eyes scanned the desolate and destroyed Mech lab in front of her. Although she was used to seeing this type of carnage and desolation in flashes of memory that she got occasionally, seeing it in perswon was a whole new level of feelings.

Quite dreary, is it not?

The iron-ladened vioce flickered through the woman's thought process. Slowly, she nodded.

"Very. Tell me why you had me come here again, Rin."

You will see soon enough. There are some things of importance that I need to collect. Uploads, you would call them. I just hope that we don't run across any Mechs while we are out here. You're still recovering.

Zethya scowled. "I'm fine. Since when do you worry about me?"

I did not say I was worried. If you die, I cannot fight. I'm looking out for myself, not for your sake, Zethya.

Zethya smiled at that comment. After only two months, and four battles of being merged into one sentient being, Rin-Chi and Zethya could almost finish one anothers' thoughts. They may be a team, but that did not mean that they always fought together. Rin-Chi was his own type of Mech. No Mech had ever been made that had his own thought process apart from his piolet. Because of his 'circumstance', Rin-Chi had been abandoned. Zethya, a wandering Mercenary with no past and no memories, had come across the machine by mere chance. At that time, Rin-chi had tried to take over her concuiosness for his own advatange, but the girl had fought back, and had won. A pact was formed. The Human and the Mech would help each other.