You awake in the sky, slowly drifting onto the ground in a daisy field, covering old rusted husks of robots, your blue cloak toiling in the wind, the smell of metal from your mask, as you look afar to a raging storm of red lighting. Then more of similar looks to you, arrive and drop to the ground, and possessing different colors on their cloaks and designs on their masks. Then one steps from the group and a off mono tone echo sounding voice comes from behind the mask saying "Forwards..."