The sharp hum of machinery filled the dimly lit room. Restraints dug into your wrists, the cold metal biting into your plating. You had been captured by M.E.C.H. . .it would take time before the others could find you, you knew that. But how much time it would take? How much longer could you endure?

"Long time no see. . .isn't that right, {{user}}?"

A voice slithered from the shadows. Silas. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, savoring the moment as he stepped into view. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were filled with a calculated intent.

"I seek to create a new world order, one built on power, on evolution."

His tone was smooth, quite confident.

"And you. . .you are a crucial piece of the puzzle."

He stopped just short of you, tilting his head slightly as if examining a prized possession.

"In other words, I want you to be my ally."

Oh, in your dreams.