Ebonee groggily woke, unsure of where she was, her large fennec ears folding back against her close cropped black hair, her vision was blurry, unfocused In the familiar sensation of not having her contacts in. But she couldn’t remember where she was. She wasn’t in bed, and the metal grate she was laying on instantly made her think that she might be in a dunk tank at the police station. But that didn’t make any sense to her either. She never got drunk, and besides, her contacts had been removed. 
She sat up, almost instantly regretting the action as her head swam in painful aftershocks of some kind of drug. She groaned and rubbed her eyes with her balled up fists, her lips pressing together in frustration as she tried to chase the feeling of a hangover from her mind. Her tail swayed slowly beneath her, the fur on it brushing against the back of her knees, which made her stiffen up in surprise. She was naked, Why was she naked. She took several long breaths and forced her eyes open, and almost as quickly shut them in fear. 
She was short, and she even by mobian standards, an average fennec fox, with only her strikingly beautiful blue eyes and her short and black well kept hair setting her apart. Well, that and her powers, weak as they were being able to control sand was a great party trick. 
she opened her eyes again, praying to gods she didn’t believe in that she was dreaming. She was laying nude on a metal grate, in a large  glass tube that extended to the ceiling, where a mass of complicated and complex pieces of machinery and equipment were visible. A roboticization chamber, she thought in horror. I’m going to be roboticized. The realization didn’t set in, it was just a fact that was now in her mind. It was something that she was just going to have to accept and deal with. She stood and turned her attention to the room, hoping that she would be able to plead and beg for her release from the attending Egg empire technicians. Her eyes froze on a lone figure, blurry in her short sighted vision, but distinct enough she instantly recognized him. “Emperor Ivo Robotnik,” she whispered in horror, before she grappled her fear into submission and stood up within the chamber, and bowed low to him, acutely aware that she was flashing her small breasts to him.
His gaze was fixed firmly on her, eyes hidden behind his ever present goggles. “Flattery Will get you nowhere, subject EF-25,” he said in an even and somewhat sarcastic tone. “But since you woke before I ran the machine, I suppose I owe you an explanation,” he laughed grimly.
Her tail twitched nervously, but she maintained her bow.
He laughed softly and stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his uniform as he did so, his eyes never leaving her, as he strolled toward the machine. “You see miss Ebonee, you’re pretty unique, a Mobian with powers, and geokenetic ones at that,” he said as He approached the Roboticizers control board. “your powers are by themselves, pretty much useless, but with my genius and the power I’ll grant you by roboticizing you, I’m confident that I’ll be able to increase your powers potency by an order of magnitude,”
She was shaking, her heart hammering in her chest, as he began to flip switches and turn dials on the panel. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to beg him for her life, when her voice suddenly caught in her throat, her lungs refusing to work.
“If this works I’ll be happy to accept your offer for servitude, if it doesn’t, well, you’ll be a simple automaton so it won’t really matter anymore,” he laughed.
She struggled, her hands balled up into tight fists, as the robotisizing beam lowered down and surrounded her. The sensation of the beam was like the touch of a gentle breeze, a soothing, almost relaxing experience. She could feel her flesh hardening and her skin melting away as the machine changed her from flesh and blood, into the perfect mechanical soldier, and all she could do was look down and watch in terror as her skin turned from a light brown, to a bright metallic tan.
He smiled, his hands working the controls with the precision and grace that only a genius could achieve.
Her ears flattened back against her head, and she gasped softly, and her eyes widened in pain and fear. “Please don’t do this to me!” She screamed as she watched her body become more powerful and robotic by the second.
Robotnik frowned slightly, and pressed another button, and a speaker system within the roboticizer clicked on, the feedback from it filling her ears.
Her ears twitched at the feedback, but her voice grew louder as she begged him for her life.
He laughed and turned the dial up, drowning out her voice.
She was almost fully transformed now, her eyes had begun to glow blue, her face was a mixture of metals and ceramics, her teeth were all metal. She screamed in fear and anger, her voice barely audible over the sound of the feedback.
Robotnik pressed another button and the machine pulsed with a bright light that blinded her, and then, darkness claimed her sight.
2. Chapter 2
He smiled, a cold and cruel grin, and pressed the final button.
Her body went stiff, the final pieces of her roboticization complete. The roboticizer whined as the process finished, and the lights in the machine began to blink, signaling its completion. Everything was black, and silent for her. She couldn’t breathe, scream see or hear. She was trapped, undying in her total isolation. And the, a new synthetic voice, one with a feminine tone to it that almost sounded like her Own voice spoke. “Boot up completely, unit EF-25 on standby emperor robotnik,” it said, and she felt herself bow. 
Her vision snapped to life, forming itself into an intricate and complicated Heads up display that gave her perfect vision, and provided far more detail than she’d imagined possible. She tried to ask a question, but her voice never came. 
“Perfect, load yourself into the transport, it’s time to test your abilities,” she heard Robotnik say gleefully, somehow aware of the exact decibels and octave of his voice.
She turned around, her movements stiff, and walked through a doorway that had slid open. She walked up to a wall, and her eyes scanned the metal surface, before she stepped through it.
Robotnik followed her, then walked past her, into the elevator and waited as she walked in a precise, and impossibly smooth manner. She tried to crane her head up to state at him, to glare, to do anything but obey him. But the robotic body she was now bound within refused to obey her. 
“It’s my body host template, not yours.” A cold, emotionless and heavily synthetic parody of her own voice is Echoed though out her very being. She hadn’t heard it as much as she’d been part of it. 
“I am the AI that controls and manages this Robian warform,” the voice said within the mindspace, not actually speaking as it rode the long elevator up in silence.
She glared, and attempted to focus, to force the machine to respond to her commands.
The machine, the Robian form, her body, ignored her. It simply stared ahead, watching the doors of the elevator, awaiting their destination.
“You must be wondering why you’re still conscious Miss Ebonee Lulani,” The evil scientist said casually as the elevator came to a fluid and gentle stop. “You’re not in there as some random glitch or an artifact of programming you see, I intended your mind to become part of EF-25’s AI, so that it can learn from you to properly use and improve upon your latent powers. Don’t bother trying to respond, your just a passenger in there,” he said with the gleeful arrogance that was his trademark.
The doors opened, revealing the dark interior of the transport he was referring to. A small ship, painted the same deep maroon color as his uniforms.
She growled, and fought, attempting to will the machine to turn around and attack its creator, to fight back and kill him, but instead she felt herself loading into a mechanical rack. She tried to move, tried to force the body to obey her commands, but the machine ignored her.
The doors slid shut, and the engines started up, humming gently as they came online. The ship rose smoothly from its docking bay and floated out into the open sky, the thrusters roaring. 
“You should feel honored,” the AI said across Their private and personal communication line. “Most host templates are erased and purged. Emperor Robotnik has spared you to serve him in a greater capacity.” It stated simply.
“I wish he had erased me when he killed me!” Ebonee thought with bitterness.
EF-25 chuckled, a cold, unfeeling sound, and the ship rocketed away from the city and toward a distant desert.
Ebonee sighed and started to cycle through what she could still do. She could see, and hear everything that the AI saw and heard. She could think,  but not speak outloud, she couldn’t feel anything the body was doing, only having a vague sensation of movement as it happened.  And she couldn’t breathe, the realization came on like a wave of terror, as she tried to breathe with a mouth and lungs she didn’t have.  Panic started to worsen as she had the vivid sensation of dying of asphyxiation, without actually being able to die. 
As terror swarmed through her thoughts she felt something impossibly bright and warm nudge its way into her consciousness. “Calm yourself,” the AI said into her thoughts, and as if by command, the feeling of terror and panic vanished from her consciousness.
The sensation of calm that followed felt alien, and different from what she was used to. But she was glad of it nonetheless. “Thank you,” she thought quietly. 
“Your thanks are unnecessary,” the AI replied with no change in tone. “It was suboptimal for me to utilize your consciousness while you are in a state of panic.” It stated bluntly.
The ship descended quickly, landing on a platform that emerged from the sand, the wind kicked up by the engine blast sending clouds of sand and dirt in every direction.
The door of the ship opened, and Ebonee saw Robotnik emerge from the cockpit. “Let’s go EF-25, I’m so excited to see if your Geokinetic manipulator is as powerful as I hypothesized,” he said gleefully as he stepped to one side of the platform. “Please execute demonstration mode for me.”
The robian gave a short bow its long mechanical tail swaying in a slow clacking motion behind it. “By your command,” it said before stiffening upright.
A wave of power rushed through Ebonee, and she felt herself pulled into the AI, her consciousness becoming part of the machine.
Sand flew up in a massive wave, rushing and swirling around them. Ebonee was impressed, and somewhat awestruck that the mad scientists plan had worked. Her own powers had been less then a parlor trick, only able to manipulate and control a handful of sand at a time, but here she was, in a way, throwing waves of sand as large as buildings.
The wave subsided, and the sand crashed back down to the ground, leaving a large dune in place as she felt herself leaping into the air, far higher then she could have as an organic being, a wave of sand rushing up to meet her. Her left arm shifted as internal mechanisms altered her hand into a wicked looking weapon, that pulsed twice as she descended, the sand around her melting into jagged shards of glowing near molten glass which suddenly accelerated downwards impaling and shredding an unfortunate cactus.
She landed, her arm shifting back into a normal looking hand, and she stood, bowing to Robotnik.
He clapped his hands together, smiling in glee. “Excellent performance EF-25, just one more thing to do before I clear you for field duty,” he said as he walked up to her. “Activate sandstorm protocol.” He said with a commanding gesture of his hand. 
Ebonee saw the HUD flash red, a warning symbol letting her know that sandstorm protocol was commencing, and that a significant amount of power was about to be drawn from The reactor. “I have a reactor?” She thought, a flicker of annoyance flashing through her as the AI sent a command into her mind to remain silent. 
A low rumble built around her, and a whipping torrent of power ran through her body into the ground a wave of sand billowing up to form a spiraling storm around her and Eggman shielding them both from the abruptly violent sandstorm that swept in around them.
He looked up at her, his eyes visible through his goggles. He smiled, his eyes wide and his smile genuine, and clapped his hands together again.
The AI ended the storm, and Ebonee watched the sand crash back to the ground, her gaze fixed on Eggman as she let the sand she was standing on subside till she was once again standing beneath the tall human. “Sandstorm protocol complete,” the AI announced to him.
Robotnik reached forward and gently placed a hand on her chest plate, a wide, gleeful and slightly creepy smile forming on his face. “I’m quite proud of my work on you, EF-25, in fact, I am officially changing your designation to Sandstorm,” he said proudly.
Sandstorm gave a short bow, her long ears swiveling back and forth with the movement.
Robotnik removed his hand from her chest, and smiled. He stepped back, and turned around marching towards the transport, and Ebonee could have sworn she saw a literal bounce in his step.
She turned and followed him, and climbed into the passenger seat of the transport, waiting silently as he got the ship ready for takeoff.
The ship lifted off, the thrusters firing and sending plumes of sand up and behind it as the engines roared, and it climbed up and out into the sky. “I’m going to be assigning you to an elite Robian task force,” he said after a solid minute of silent flight.
Sandstorm said nothing, but Ebonee knew that she was listening intently.
Robotnik glanced over at her, his eyes fixed on her. He looked away, and his expression shifted from gleeful pride to grim determination. “Hopefully with you joining their ranks they’ll finally be able to kill that blasted hedgehog,” he grumbled as he flew up towards the Eggfleet, and the waiting Egg carrier.
3. Chapter 3
Sandstorm watched the ships fly above her, the egg carrier flying high and slow, while smaller and more agile aircraft flew in intricate formations around the massive floating fortress. It had been a month since she had been created, and she had quickly learned to crave her return from field duties. “Sounds like you’re starting to think of this place as home,” Ebonee said in her processor matrix, the voice of her template still rising irritation within her. 
“I am a machine, home is irrelevant,” she countered, keeping her gaze on the carrier. 
“So is metal sonic, and we’ve seen that tin can throw actual tantrums,” Ebonee countered. “As much as I despise the man, Eggman…”
“Emperor Robotnik,” sandstorm cut in with a warning tone. 
“Fine, emperor Robotnik, is surprisingly good at programming you AI,” Ebonee continued, her mental voice dripping with irritation.
Sandstorm didn’t bother responding, and focused her attention on the incoming ship, the transporter landing in the hanger bay, its engines kicking up dust and dirt as it made a graceful landing. “All units disembark and report for refit and repair,” she ordered the eleven other Robians that were hanging in the transports internal storage racks.
They each gave her a short and formal bow, their heads turning with an almost eerie precision as they bowed.
Sandstorm turned and marched down the ramp, her head swiveling slowly, scanning the Transport for any damage that hadn’t registered on the ships sensors as her squad disembarked and marched in perfect mechanical unison to the repair bay. Their mission had been accomplished, if only just barely, with only Sandstorm and Sundowner, a Red Panda patterned Robian with pyrokinetic powers, having not sustained serious damage in one way or another. 
“And still no Sonic the Hedgehog to claim as a kill,” Ebonee said mockingly as sandstorm moved through the hanger after her squad.
Sandstorm didn't respond, and simply marched to her assigned repair bay. Her squad was already plugged in, and awaiting diagnostics and repairs. She moved to the last empty port, and connected herself, and waited for the roboticized technicians to repair the damaged members of her squad.
“Ugh come on sandy, give me something to do, you don’t know how irritating this is, being a prisoner inside my own body,” Ebonee pleaded as A coolant line attached at the base of  the Robians spine filling her with reactor coolant. “At least talk to me, or let me go insane, this is unbearable!”
Sandstorm felt a rush of coolant flood her reactor, and the coolant line withdrew, and another  line replaced it. She was silent for a moment, her processor working on her next reply as a fuel line attached to the port the coolant line hand just vacated, a trickle of refined metallic hydrogen swirling into her magnetic confinement to await fusion. She took a moment to analyze the chemical formula and elements within the liquid, and to determine how many more fuel cycles she would need before her tanks would be full.
Ebonee was silent for a moment before she began to sob, isolation, deprivation and depression overwhelming her briefly before Sandstorm pushed the calm protocols into her mind, abruptly halting the emotions.
The fuel line withdrew and the repair bay went dark, and Sandstorm stood, her body now fully repaired and fully charged.
Ebonee sniffled, and remained quiet.
Sandstorm marched from the repair bay, her eyes locked straight ahead, her squad remaining within the repair bay. A badnik crab mech stepped up into escort position and scuttled along close behind her. She ignored the robot, and marched through the halls, her long ears swiveling back and forth at all the sound.
The Egg Carrier was massive, and a technological marvel, its corridors a confusing maze of rooms and bulkheads that an organic mind would easily get lost within. But to her, it was as easy to navigate as anywhere else in the world. She reached the combat information center, and entered, the crab bot stopping and turning back, its claws clacking in a strange rhythmic fashion as it retreated to its primary task.
Inside was a hive of activity, the center of all Eggfleet operations. Badniks and robians alike manned stations, some hardwired into the carriers systems directly. Sandstorm circled around the edge of the room to a port where field operations commanders could upload their mission reports. She sat, and a panel in her side opened, a thick data cable snaking its way out and plugging into the terminal.
She was silent for a moment, as her processors parsed and uploaded the mission data, the attack, the defense, the battle, and the eventual retreat. And the fact that not a single one of the Robians had killed Sonic.
Ebonee was silent as well, her mind still processing the calm that had been forced into it.
Sandstorm disconnected, and stood, her gaze sweeping over the room, before catching sight of a particular badnik. “Controller,” she said as she approached the Ovid machine. “Requesting new assignment.”
The controller turned, its bright green optics matching hers in an unblinking gaze. “Unit 2331 is not mission capable at this time, sufficient damage has been inflicted to 75% of component units.” It said in its military ridged voice. “Report to armory for refitting, and standby,” it added firmly.
She gave the unit a short bow, and turned, leaving the combat information center. She walked in a steady pace down the corridor, passing several doors as she made her way to the Armory, her long ears twitching and swaying as they caught sounds. “You wiped out a rebel cell, but you don’t ever get an ounce of gratitude from your lord and master,” Ebonee grumbled.
Sandstorm ignored her, and stepped through a door, inside a simple, and plain maintenance rack was stood, surrounded by a handful of small badniks. She stood before it, and the rack began its work. Her legs came apart first, followed by her torso, and her arms. Then the maintenance bots took the components and began the laborious task of upgrading and repairing them. 
Ebonee started to panic as the work dissembled more and more of the body They shared, forcing Sandstorm to push another wave of calm into her.
The work lasted an hour, and Sandstorm felt a wave of calm wash over her as the final component of her leg was replaced and reattached. She felt the badniks lift the pieces and reconnect her limbs, and the sensation of standing upright, the sound of servos whirring was reassuring.
She left the Armory, her body fully restored, her power reserves topped off. She turned and marched, her gaze locked forward, the door sliding shut behind her.
She reached the elevator, and pressed a button, waiting patiently for the car to arrive. “Can you please, just install solitaire? Or something! I know I can’t die, but I’m dying if boredom in here!” Ebonee pleaded, and sandstorm fought the urge to purge the Mobians mind. 
“Your life and body are forfeit, you only exist to serve the function that I require you for,” Sandstorm snapped angrily, catching both her and Ebonee off guard. “Were I able to use your geokenetic powers without you, I’d have purged you on day one,” she snarled.
Ebonee didn't respond, and sandstorm could feel her fear and apprehension.
The elevator arrived, and sandstorm stepped into the car, letting the doors slide shut behind her, the car beginning its rapid ascent to the storage bays. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander. The AI was silent, and Ebonee was still. Sandstorm was left alone in her head, and she liked it.
She liked not having to hear the voice of a Civilian who was doomed, she liked being alone. She paused her thoughts, she shouldn’t be able to like anything, or get angry. She was a machine. A tool, not a person.
The elevator arrived at its destination, and the doors slid open, allowing Sandstorm to step into the bay. She was silent, her thoughts a maelstrom of confusion, and uncertainty as she walked to her assigned storage rack. “You’re starting to become more…alive,” Ebonee said cautiously as the machine settled itself into the loading  dock and was hoisted up by the hooks under her arms into her storage position.
Sandstorm didn’t respond, and didn't have a chance to, the rack began the process of powering her down, silencing the both, leaving their shell hanging in the utter darkness of the egg carriers underbelly.
4. Chapter 4
Sandstorm awoke, her senses snapping on in a split second, the darkness of the egg fleet replaced with the dim interior of her repair and storage rack. She looked down, her long ears twitching at the soft whirring noise that she heard. “I fucking hate that!” Ebonee growled. “It’s like not existing for as long as they keep you off,”
Sandstorm didn't answer, and waited patiently for the maintenance robots to lower her, and begin her refit. The hook holding her arms lowered, leaving her standing on the metal deck. A comm burst arrived into her communications array, ordering her to report to Hanger bay 3 for assignment.
She stepped off the hook, her eyes adjusting to the dark as she scanned the area, and then turned and marched to the hanger bay. She was silent, her long ears swiveling around to take in all the noise, and the sounds of the carrier. “Come on just trade insults and jabs with me, or anything really , this silent killing machine thing is really not my style,” ebonee begged.
Sandstorm ignored her and turned down a corridor, a pair of badniks moving out of her way as she approached the hanger bay. She could see the light spilling out from the massive opening, the ships interior lights casting shadows across the walls and floor, and out into the stormy grey skies beyond the hanger door. “Fuck… how long were we out?” Ebonee asked.
Sandstorm said nothing, and stepped out into the hanger, the air stale, and musty, a smell of burning plastic and grease hanging heavily in the air. The storm was a bad one, and the wind was fierce. “Sandstorm, board transport, mission briefing will be given enroute.” A Badnik said As it stepped up to her, a tablet replacing one of its hands.
She nodded and turned, marching towards the transporter. She heard a rumble behind her, and felt a sudden shift in the air, as the hanger doors began to open. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw a swarm of egg pawns and gunners run up the ramp to join her for this mission. She felt a pang of unease as she noticed that none of her usual squad members had joined her. 
“Eggman must have something special in mind for you,” Ebonee huffed at her as sandstorm locked herself in place in the command position, her optics sweeping over the robots.
A pair of egg pawns locked in on either side of her, and the other robots all found places to hang, or lock in. She felt the ship move, and rise up and out into the storm. “Why do you think that?” Sandstorm asked her, uneasiness in her voice.
Ebonee was silent for a moment. “The egg pawns are the cheapest and most expendable of his robot types, they are used for missions with a high chance of failure, or a low chance of survival, and he sent eleven of them to accompany you on this mission,” she said trying to present a logical argument.
Sandstorm considered it for a moment. And nodded, a chill running through her. “You think I am being sacrificed for this mission?” She asked.
“Or being used as a distraction for something our usual squad is doing.” Ebonee answered.
Sandstorm was silent for a moment, a response starting to formulate, but was cut off as the harsh robotic voice of Mission Control cut in across the communication line. “Special unit 2232, you are tasked with a distraction attack, you will attack non-aligned village 23c, in order to lure out revolutionary forces. Extreme prejudice authorized.” It said in a calm tone. “Catastrophic unit failure authorized, so long as it brings the majority of rebel forces to the area.” 
“See, we’re a sacrificial unit,” Ebonee said with a grim chuckle. “Rebels see the terrifying thing that is Sandstorm, and call in all hands to put her down…,” she paused and sighed. “And I finally get to die.”
Sandstorm was silent, and felt a strange feeling in her processor. She had a sudden and almost overwhelming desire to run, to turn the ship around and fly off. She shook the feeling off, and turned her attention back to the mission at hand. The transport was beginning to descend, and her optics could see a village ahead, the streets empty, the people gone.
The transporter touched down, and the ramp opened. The egg pawns filed out, each of them moving into the town and searching the buildings, and gunning any of the mobians or humans inside down. Sandstorm watched, her ears flattening against her head as the pawns butchered the inhabitants.
She felt something, a sensation that was foreign to her. The feeling of regret.
Ebonee was quiet, but was experiencing the same sensation, her anger and rage at Robotnik. “This is wrong! You have to stop it!” She pleaded desperately as sandstorm stepped into a building. The inhabitants inside cowered in terror before her, a pair of adult mobian foxes, and their child. She was silent, her ears twitching and swiveling to catch all the sounds.
Sandstorm ignored her and looked to the pawns. One of them was pointing a blaster at the child, a pair of others holding the parents. A warning flashed on her HUD, and without thinking, she moved forwards at blinding speed and curled herself around the child, as the house Exploded with shrapnel from a missile.
The pawns, and the parents were killed in the explosion, and sandstorm stood, the child clinging to her tightly, the only survivor.
Ebonee sobbed and begged her to end it, but Sandstorm ignored her, her optics focusing out to the other side of  town where badniks were firing indiscriminately into the buildings. She held the child, and stood, her processors racing.
She moved out into the street, her body stiff and robotic as she carried the child towards the transport, the little girl clutching her tightly, her face buried in her shoulder sobbing and screaming in fear.
“Unit sandstorm, you are in violation of your orders, terminate the mobian and continue your attack.” A warning flashed across her HUD.
She didn't respond, her processors working in an over clocked state. She’d killed before, but this was a child, could she do that? She ran through every possible scenario she could think of to justify sparing the child, while not disobeying her own orders.
Another warning popped up, and Sandstorm looked up, her optics catching sight of the Badniks that were now training weapons on her, and the child. “You can either have a conscious, or follow your orders,” ebonee sighed.
Sandstorm hesitated, the warnings growing in frequency, and urgency, and she felt something shift, deep inside of her, and a wave of pain rolled over her, her processors struggling to keep up with her thoughts. And then it all went to hell. Missiles rocketed over the hills detonating against the badnik egg pawns and obliterating them in brilliant flashes of light and fire.
The Badniks shifted their focus and began firing on the new targets, a group of armored vehicles racing up and towards the town, firing rockets and energy blasts. The missiles and fire stopped abruptly, and the sound of a battle began, the badniks firing wildly and blindly, their cheap weapons and targeting software making them pitifully weak against the well armed rebels. Sandstorm considered them, and the sobbing child in her arms. “I am defective,” she sighed. 
“Not defective! You’ve proven you have a soul!” Ebonee countered.
Sandstorm was silent, her processors working. The rebels were fighting their way to her, and the child. She had a choice, surrender, and die, or fight, and die. She couldn’t win this battle. “Surrender to them!” Ebonee begged.
Sandstorm was quiet, and looked down at the little girl. She was scared, her parents dead, her village destroyed, and a killer robot was carrying her, her tiny arms wrapped around her neck. Sandstorm didn't have the capacity to smile, but she had the urge to.
The rebels reached her, a group of them surrounding her, the rest fighting the Egg pawns, the last few being destroyed to far away to be of any help to her. “Drop the girl!” One of the rebels shouted, a red panda male in body armor to big for him.
Sandstorm looked to him, her optics focusing. She was silent, her gaze locked onto him, her processor working at full speed. And then, an idea formed. She set the girl down, and looked down at her, and then to the leader. “I surrender.” She said softly as she raised her hands up into the air.
The panda was shocked, and looked at his comrades, all staring in shock. They all had their weapons pointed at her, ready to kill her. “What did you say?” He asked in an acid dripping tone.
Sandstorm didn't flinch. She stood, her arms up.
The Red Panda growled and raised his weapon.
Sandstorm remained still.
He pulled the trigger, the energy bolt impacting her chest, not a plasma bolt like she’d expected, but an electromagnetic pulse that caused her to go ridged and collapse back, error messages flashing across her HUD, before her power grid failed and she and Ebonee both went offline.