The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging

[Miranda Frost]

 Miranda never did sleep that night. Instead she spent it speaking with zack Fair, a man who knew her before her reformation within the Nexus. Apparently she, or another version of herself, journeyed with him through this fiery wasteland recently, until she herself exploded into countless particles of light. Another version or no, this other Miranda was herself, give or take.

 Though she was pleased to have an ally here that she could confide in, she was disappointing that he did not originate at the same world she did. Recollection of her past events was all she really desired now.

 A few hours of meditation within her assigned tent brought a few memories back, though mostly of the events that occurred in this realm, not her home. She did remembered she once worked with an organisation Miranda had once dubbed the "Black Knights" and that she had a brother that lurked around Omni's toy box. Other than that she drew blank when trying to press at the mental wall within her mind.

 Then morning came, the rays of the red sun peaking through the cracks of her tent to meet with the crimson luminosity of her own. She stood and stretched what little organic muscle remained in her body, and tasked the computer within her eye to go over a extensive diagnostics of her body's systems. 

'Initializing system diagnostics.....'

 Her chest grew hot as her body pushed its crystal to its limits or at least to the point a normal human could sustain, and then to her normal amount, the amount her computer stored within its database.

Internal D.R.C performing at 50 Percent.... 
Back up L.R.C Operational...

"Acceptable", she muttered to herself. She knew this world put limits on somethings or brought others to that boundary line, so 50 percent maybe just enough she needed. Of course through her short memory, and through what zack had revealed to her, she'd never really gone above that amount and still managed to take on these... dragons.

Oil Pumps performing at 100 percent..
Lubrication levels full...
Prosthesis fully operational...
Chest plate undamaged...
Organic tissue undamaged...
Basic Systems Online and Operational.
Combat Systems Online and Operational.

 With that out of the way she exited the tent she resided in. Gorons and human warriors alike readied themselves to take the fight to the mountain. Quartermasters gave out weaponry and soldiers marched in rank and file.

 It was time for her to get a move on to.

 She stepped forward and walked back to the same square they had met before. There she found the primes assemble and separate into groups. Miranda herself would not be a part of the squad to slay the dragon, but then again she was not really needed. That squad stunk of testosterone and aggressive heavy hitters. Adding Miranda to that team would not likely make any matters better. (that group also smelled of death and rotting corpses, so she couldn't quite complain about being left out of that party)

 Instead she would be with Gamma team. The team's roster consisted of her, Colonel, Harry Dresden, and Colonel Hound along with 20 Goron warriors. Between the primes, she mused at the balance of skills and abilities they all seemed to have. Between her and the rest of them, she believed they'd be victorious. 

 She gazed back up at Nealaphh as he briefed the rest of his little army. Cloaks could not conceal one from Miranda's eye, so Miranda could clearly see that this being was not human. What is clear, however, is that this being's home-world and Miranda's home-world were light-years, perhaps even dimensions apart. 

 When the meeting adjured, the squads compiling together and making final preparations, Miranda approached the enigma that was Nealaph. "When this is over, I'll want to speak with you", she stated, her hand moving to tap the side of her head. "Preferably in person, face to face. I prefer interaction that way."

 Nealaph only answered in a gaze that felt as if he were staring into the depths of her mind and soul. Perhaps he was, and if so could probably see within her what she herself sought. Despite her ever increasing machine nature, she was still human. Humans make mistakes and are, often dangerously so, curious. Encountering something that she herself couldn't understand was frustrating. You never know who you will have to fight tomorrow.

 She nodded at the enigma and returned to her group, her eyes scanning over them all. Quickly she activated her communications device, becoming familiar with them. "If any of you have a communicator, I recommend using them. We don't know how many of these Dragons we'll fight, so there may be a chance we may get separated."

 Soon Harry Dresden arrived, but she didn't feel the need to repeat herself. She hoped he heard her. As for his question, she couldn't help but grin behind her mask. It would seem she would be the group's main melee fighter, though she still wasn't quite clear about Colonel. She hadn't quite trained her eye on him to even find out. The others were more obvious. Conner toyed with his gun so she assumed that was his specialty. Harry and Tom seemed to both radiate in strange energy, so she could guess they were magical types. Fair enough.

 "I excell at close quarters combat. With his coat on i'm fairly slow, but it should be enough to protect me from most damage. Warn me before you pop one of those spells... i'm not sure what all I can tank here."