Nymeris Targaryenn's Story

Eleven years before present day, somewhere underneath the royal palace.

Age: 14 years old.

Scrutinizing her creation, The Maker blew a stray piece of hair out of her face. She adjusted the levitating magnifying glass in front of her, then resumed toying with the chip in front of her. The small tool in her left hand snagged on one of the ridges in the dime-sized chip, moving it oh-so-slightly out of place.

"Shit!" Nymeris slammed her head into her palms, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the task in front of her, calming down her ever-busy mind.

A crash from the other side of the room caused her to groan and peek through her fingers at the workshop around her. All seemed well, nothing out of place in the meticulously organized area. Wait...

The magnifying glass that she had been using was in a twisted jumble of metal and glass, embedded in one of the shelves across the space.

"What the hell..." As The Maker cautiously made her way over to the slightly smoking piece of equipment, she noticed that the metal had crumpled in on itself, as if some fist of gigantic strength had taken hold and decided to squeeze. Her gaze fell back to the table where she had been working, eyes landing on the supposedly ruined chip.

The chip was about two feet to the left of where she had left it - It mist have been moved when she shook the table in frustration. The gears in her mind turning, she looked back and forth at the heap of junk that had once been her favorite magnifying glass, and the chip that she thought was ruined.

She used a pair of tweezers to nudge one of the ridges again, and one of her screwdrivers flew off the table an - That's not the whole screwdriver. Only the metal part had moved, had been wrenched from the translucent handle.

A slightly diabolical grin spread across Nymeris's face, and she quickly got back to work.

One year later - ten years before present day

One year, countless trials, and several scars on her scalp and head later, The Maker had competed her biggest project ever. She had successfully implanted the very same chip, the very first chip, into her own brain.

Sitting up gingerly, Nymeris moved to the edge of the operation table and felt around her scalp carefully. Her fingers grazed old scars, each a reminder - and a tally mark - of trials past and failed. The very first time, she had only just discovered what the chip could do. The long scar running across her cheek was a constant reminder of the fact that , back then, she had had no idea what she was doing.

"Ow!" Nymeris hissed, running over something that was definitely not an old scar. It was about an inch long, and was on the very top of her head, dead center. Once her hair grew back, no one would ever know it was there.

She held her hand out, palm up, and concentrated as hard as she could. The screwdriver tip floated from it's honorary place on a shelf into her hand.

Grasping the tool in her hand, she allowed herself to smile for the first time in a year. "Happy 15th birthday to me."

Present day - 24 hours after latest post

Ten years ago, I was nothing. I had no idea what I was capable of. Nymeris smiled to herself. Well, would you look at me now!

The Maker stood up and stretched, cracking her neck and knuckles, surveying her latest invention. A mechanical whirring emitted from it as the metal began to cool off.

Ten years had passed since she had implanted the chip into her own head, seven since she had fully mastered it's abilities. In the meantime, she had managed to keep the metal manipulation a secret, more or less. No one really missed that boy anyway. Also being kept a secret was the true purpose of her workshop. Of course, she had been given projects on how to make life easier for the people of Cellrin, and from there it was heartstoppingly simple to get the required materials for her own projects. All of these serviceable inventions were so boring.

Her invention ceases it's whirring on the table, drawing her attention back to it. She had had the idea for this for nearly five years, scrapping through any extra parts that she could salvage or convince the royal family to give to her for a framework alone.

Finally finished, it was a mechanical masterpiece. In appearance, it didn't look like much different from the robot form that she had made Hexadecimal. This, however, wasn't a suit for a former leader. This was a body, a creature with a mind of it's own, and it was called Vabri. It was completely made of metal, with none of those other, human, weakness, like feelings or pain. It was stronger than anything she had ever seen, surpassing even her. It could repair itself from injury, given time. Each part was made of metal so finely interlocking it looked almost soft to the touch. And it was all hers to control.

Vabri's robot eyes flicked open. It sat itself up in the table, and began to work through each of their joints, testing it's own grip strength. Picking up a piece of scrap metal, the robot crushed it easily as if it were a paper clip.

Nymeris smiled. She tensed her hand, then spread her fingers wide. A cloud of drones, easily 50 or more, all about the size of doorknobs, rose up around her. Spare time did pay off after all. Behind her, Vabri stood up off the table.

Turning around, she stood among her creations. "We've got work to do."

Literally less than 5 minutes later

Screaming, Nymeris though to herself. Yes, that would have to go.

Her drones went out first, to quietly take care of the servants and staff of the palace. Inevitably, one of them was spotted by one of the lesser nobles.

Their yell of alarm was quickly and permanently silenced.

Vabri stayed by Nymeris's side as she made her way through the royal palace, towards her final destination, the throne room. Where Crown Prince Hades and his whore were. Their little brats were still at some school or another, unfortunately out of harm's way. She would have waited, but Vabri was finally completed, and she could barely wait.

Nymeris made her way to the throne room without incident. There was, of course, the one Lord who thought that he would be the one to save the royal family by standing in her way. He actually tried attacking me! His revolt was short-lived when Vabri crushed his windpipe.

Funnily enough, no one seemed to want to get in her way after that.

Having finally reached the reinforced steel doors to the throne room, Nymeris wrenched them from their frames with a clawed hand and a swiping motion.

Hexadecimal's robot form was standing in the doorway, blocking the entrance. "You are no longer welcome here."

The Maker sighed theatrically. "I suppose I'll just have to leave now. You've obviously beaten me, with your robot form made completely of metal - Oh, wait." She threw Hexadecimal out of the way and molded the entire suit together, with no escape for the computer program.

She stalked into the room, where Hades and Samantha were standing, defiant.

"Nymeris! What is the meaning of this?" The Prince moved in front of his mage, taking futile measures to protect her.

"My dear Crown Prince, it is good to see you. I've only been living underground for so long, I though a change in scenery would be nice." With that, she closed her eyes and shredded the remains of the doors behind her. The Maker opened her eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, sent a shard of metal the size of a tree branch between Hades's eyes. He slumped to the ground, no longer breathing.

Nymeris walked calmly forward, even as Hades's mage bitch started screaming at both her and him, begging him to stand up. With a thought, Nymeris sent iron manacles towards the newly appointed widow.

Samantha stumbled backward with the force of the restraints. "You won't get away with this!"

"I think you'll find that I already have," said Nymeris coolly, then turned to her robot. "Vabri!"

The robot lifted its eyes to meet her own, standing passively by the body on the floor.

"Bring me the rest of the palace. Any means necessary, dead or alive."

With the last command given, Nymeris settled herself onto the throne of Hexadecimal.