In the corner of Ironhand city that the Worshippers of Chaos had made their home, Felicia Arglye was entertaining an enthusiastic crowd.

As she danced with the fire, Felicia felt alive and free. She loved the way it danced with her and the way the crowd cheered. She loved to entertain, being the centre of attention. She twirled her fire batons and bent over backwards, impressing the audience with her flexibility. The performance was finished with a huge fireball.

She smiled at the adoring crowd. She then looked to her father, seated upon the leader's throne, made of scrap metal with heavy cloth thrown over it to prevent scratches.

"It's time, father." She yelled. "Time for new leadership."

Her father's smile disappeared and the crowd cheered. There was fear in his eyes. Felicia knew this was a good thing, the Worshippers of Chaos were likely to follow her and her father knew.

"You have served us well, dear father, but your time is over. Time to step aside and declare a new leader: Me!" Felicia smiled as the crowd cheered her on.

"Felicia! You are young and naive. You are not yet fit to lead. You anger me with this demand of yours."

"I asked you before, now I demand. You have three days to make a decision or the only way to settle this will be a duel." Felicia punched the air and laughed. The crowd roared.

"FELICIA! FELICIA! FELICIA!" They chanted.

Her father tried to yell over them, but it was useless. Felicia turned and walked away with three fingers in the air. One way or another, in three days she would be Leader of Chaos.

Elisa sat down on a small, worn bench, lighting up a cigarette that she'd pulled from her pocket. It was a bad habit-she knew that. But smoking reminded her of home, of the guys that actually made her feel safe and loved.

She hadn't felt that kind of protection here in a long time. Sure, she'd been friendly with a few people, but not downright friendly enough to gain their trust or keep her alive should the circumstance change.

But the circumstance hadn't changed. Not yet, anyway. She exhaled a puff of off-white smoke and blinked as it stung her eyes. Damn, she hated this, but loved the rush the smoking gave her.

She coughed a little and put the cigarette out, looking up at the sky.

Keshina climbed through the broken window of the abandoned building. It was one big room with lots of desks and chairs and computers. She sometimes wondered what the people of the old world did in these rooms. Ironhand City had many of them. Rarely would she find anything of any use to her in them.

She came here to find computers that might be of use to someone else. Often, they were rusted or damaged, but occasionally she would find one in good condition, or at least good enough that some parts were useful. She would basically grab the cleanest and newest looking one (which was of course was many decades older than herself).

She grabbed the big boxy part of one that looked pretty good and departed.

When she got home, she put it in the pile with the rest. She had many now. It had been a while since one of those tech merchants had rolled through. She hoped to see one soon. They always had such interesting things.

She headed to a local bar for a drink. Her food supply was good, she had things to trade with a tech merchant if they should come around soon and her ammo and guns supplies were also in good shape. She felt that she deserved a beer.