Sona

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She laid on the edge of the Shifting Expanse, something beneath her chassis sparking and then continuing an arc of electricity across her body. It was obvious from the warped metal and scorch marks that lightning was the culprit of the malfunction, and a fall from the sky the culprit of her crumpled wings. Another automaton, undamaged, paced around her, chattering a series of whirs and rattles. He froze in place when another dragon entered his sensor range, and when that dragon-- Eric, the machines would learn later (though they call him R.K.)-- started to examine S.O.N.A., one could almost hear a whir of relief from the Guardian-shaped automaton beside her.


She whirred back to life, a four-tone startup sequence marking her conscience. Her eyes weren't eyes, really. They glow, like gateways or lost stars. They're not even lights, like one might expect.


«GREETINGS. I AM AUTOMATON EXPERIMENT S.O.N.A. I CAN --/// --\\\ AND SE--//--\-\»


Her voice was definitely not dragon-like, but even mechanical, it was obvious that something was wrong. With Eric's temporary repairs and L.E.D.'s guidance, S.O.N.A. was led to her new home.

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S.O.N.A. is inseparable from her fellow automaton L.E.D.; the pseudo-Guardian considers her his charge. The poor mimic-Pearlcatcher lost a significant amount of data in the storm that wrecked her, but what little she does reveal is confusing and hints toward some secret laboratory beneath the desert.

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