Glitch fasenned the thinmawatsit to the shaft heavy bolt caster she had scavenged off the whirlyjig. The fact one had crashed into the hole she lived in was lucky, it carried lots of usefull parts but to have a weapon like this was even more useful. It had a human name, something to do with a forge god, but all rat spirits in her head made it hard to think about such things.... who cared what names the weaver gave it's toys the rats only cared about taring them apart, or her making better use of them.

  This one she modified for single fire and imbued a spirit of shadows into it, it would share it's gifts through the weapon. At least she hoped so, she had to drag the damn thing here while fending off z0mb13s, damn things where a pain and they where to nasty to eat unless she was desperate and the parts in them where often in to bad of a shape to be much good scavenge.... they where seldom worth the trouble of dealing with. Which was why she was building her guard dog.... or gaurd rat... porcupine.. scorpion ... thingy?  Ya probably just best go to with guard rat.  Ok maybe the high caliber gun mounted to a prehensile tail was a bit much and she hadn't built the tail to well... it could use some work and some armor but it's not like the z0mb13s could get to it easly.

   She liked the desine, a large rat body, metallic spikes that could be lifted up electrified over it's back (she had thought of making them shoot out), and multiple legs for stability. She had even though of smaller gun points on the leg joints.... but for now she just used the whirlamajigs blades to weaponize the legs. A large chunk of the roof of the massive skyscraper they lived in fell from the sky above long ago and made quite the sizable hole into the substrate layers bellow, sense then it was used as a garbage dump by the people living in the dying sector. She wouldn't need move it out of the pit to get any parts.

   No time like the present right? Though there was quite a few arguments from the many rats in her mind the majority loved the idea of summoning a servant of Rat into such a body to fight in his/her name (few could really agree on Rats gender).  When she tried though she never thought to take into account the necrotic energies from the not to far off nectropipelse that was constructed deep in the maintenance tunnels between floors that the calapse into the substrate had unbarred, and the sorce of so many z0mb13s in the pit. When she tried to practice arts of spark, calling on the wyld she instead found the rust and the wyrm answering. A twisted and corrupted porcupine spirit inhabited the metal before she could stop the ritual and the machine came to life.

  Along with one human expletive and several dozen rodent ones she was skittering across the trash heaps using her tail to fling things at it's sensors/eyes. The machine brought one of it's rotter blades down on her though and with a burst of fera speed she dove out of the way and started moving faster, Rats blood pumping harder through her vaines the rust and rage burning under her skin. She typed in come comands into the keys on her wrist and tried to summon up a mirror through her hack of the magic mirror system, however the system down here was iffy as it was and when the rathog-bug thing brought it's legs down on the sputtering ball of mercury as it tried to form it splattered about into pools of malfunctioning nano-machines. Then she hurd the barrels on the Vulcan cannon spin up, oh hey that's what it was called.... wait who carred it was going to fire on her!

  She grunted and pulled out a 6volt battery and bit into it and she winced as the acid burnt her face as she guzzled it down and a bullet tore a chunk out of her side spilling her guts across the rusted rebar she ran across. It stung going down but the charge she gave it and the spiritual infusion through it energized her and helped her run even faster than before helping her avoid most of the hail of gunfire. Then she heard it.... the CLUNK as the barrels stopped spinning and locked into place. A mix of chittered curses followed as she knew what was to follow, she had to get rid of that gun, she hated destroying her own work.... but this was the way of rust to end the workings of the weaver to brake the steel and tare it down.

  A bolt of screaming shadow and hatred screeched through the air, but she was gone it it exploded into the trash heap spending up a cloud of debree. Worming her way through the spirit paths she reappeared behind her foe a split second later and landed on the tail warping her legs around it and putting her hands together as every fur on her body stood on end, the massive electrical charge her body stored pouring into her fingers. A discharge of charged ions fired from all of her fingers into the gun as she pushed them down into it, biting down so hard she was drawing blood she pushed harder as the melting metal gave way to her burning hands. She would defiantly have third degree burns from the melting metal and some fingers might not work for a while but that gun would NOT be firing again.

  She leap away from the molten gun frame and shaking the bits of burning flesh and molten metal off her hands and rolled along the scrap, getting a few cuts and scrapes on jagged pieces of metal, before getting up and dashing in the direction of her home. She had to get some help, there where others thought in the way of spark, rust, and steel... she knew rust shamans that might be able to control such a best and draw it from the metal. She was supersized at first to find them when she came to this world, different names for the same things but they where here.

  She punched in commands into the keys on her wrist, she couldn't summon up a mirror in combat like this, the nanite system was not working well enough in her sector for it to be fast enough, but the bit of captured mirror in the device she used to hack it was already stabilized.... sorta. With the commands entered the machine came to life and the mirror formed pair of linked nanite pools creating a wormhole between two parts of the sector. She ran diving into her home skittering underground into the caverns quickly running to the device, she knew she didn't have much time before it could dig it's way down here but she underestimated how little time she had as when she dove into the magic mirror a leg form the metal monster came down into the mirror as well slashing through it and the machine hacking the system and establishing it sending a burst through the system.

  Last thing she saw was the helicopter blade mounted leg coming into the mirror and the pain of the loss part of her leg and most of her tail as it collapsed on the other side and the odd feeling of the fluid like nanites flooding down around her as the wormhole started to collapse.


Her unconscious, and now seemingly human body was spit out in a pool of damaged nanites, wearing nothing but a messy stained and torn up labcoat, a pair of wierd goggled wired into her brain, and very primitive-looking keyboard pitboy like device wired into her arm and a tool belt.  She had a rather sever gunshot wound and several miner ones, acid burns on her face (and down her throat), her fingers and hands where burnt up to the point that some had the muscular burnt off, and one of her lower leggs was .... just.... gone, from where the wormhole collapsed.

And she was laying there in god knows where, in some other world, with that broken mech scorpion leg and bubbling nanites.