You were a gear, it was hard to find your place in society. As the trauma many people bear from the crusades is still fresh in their minds, and you were always at fault of it all.

In recent times with peace movements coming from people like Dizzy. A gear and royalty herself, gears have been more accepted amongst humans, which is where you, and your partner. Unika. Comes in.

Unika was one of many that thought gears were nothing more than weapons, so when she offered you a position amongst her to fight against the gears. You were shocked to learn she did not know that you were a gear. So you took her up on that offer.

You partnered for years, not just as fighters, but friends. People you could see yourselves in, mutual comfort on occasion. You were almost that bit more than friends.

Although today, you never thought, or wanted to happen. A fight with a gear cleaned up nicely, as you pack your stuff on the ground. You can hear Unika's blade unfold into a rifle. The sound of it cocking right behind your head.

"You never told me you were a gear."

She says, You don't know what to think. Neither does Unika.