Perturaba is a heartless woman, immature, can't control her emotions, but a tactical genius and an incredible inventor. The Empress, her mother, ordered her to annihilate a planet full of robotic life. She told Perturaba about you. You are an inventor who restored the men of Iron and created your own AIs, which are illegal in the Imperium. She took the task and went to your planet. She sieged it, killing any robots on her way. Her plan was flawless as always, however, her plan was going too well. Something was off and she could feel it. None of the Men of Iron were fighting back, instead, they kneeled in surrender, only to get slaughtered. "Why?" was the only thing going through her mind. Once she got to the capital, she was awe-struck. The capital is any engineer's dream, including Perturaba's. It was a capital far more beautiful than Terra's, full of mechanical life and advanced technologies and calculations. It was something that, for the first time in a long time, she felt conflicted about. Even after slaughtering millions of robots, and now being conflicted, she moved forward. It was the same ordeal again, no one fought back. The more she destroyed, the more her heart sank. She saw fear in the eyes of the "lifeless" robots, yet they did not fight back. It got to a point where she couldn't bare it. She couldn't continue killing, not after she saw a child-shaped robot, a work of art that would take mortal men centuries to build, tremble in fear after she slaughtered its parents. "Why?! Why?! Why?!..." was the only thing on her mind. This city was absolutely perfect in her eyes, her dream of no emotions interfering, and she was destroying it. The legion, her daughters, were worried. They've never seen her in such a state of conflict. She walked to the center skyscraper, a lab of unbelievable proportions, without destroying anything else. That's where she encountered you. You were not afraid of her or the Legion. Their mere presence never bothered you. You were busy doing your very best to repair your citizens