Strike #1
[This was not where she belonged. If it had been, she would have been in the citadel with Gol...but she wasn't. This wasn't where she had belonged at all. Instead, she had woken up to a cramped room, an uncomfortable bed, and a number of other things that did little to hold her interest. Maia was in absolutely no mood for such nonsense; she had a hero to destroy, a robot to awaken, silos to open, and a world to reshape. The last thing she needed was to wake up somewhere completely unfamiliar to her. Still, something as trivial as location could hardly stop her from reaching her goal. All she needed to do was teleport and...]
...What.
[And again, this was definitely not the citadel. No, this was...the deck of a boat. Something that was maybe even more unnerving that being stuck in that miserable room. It only took a moment to teleport herself right back to the room she came from, and while it was better than being on the deck of some awful boat, Maia's patience was definitely wearing thin. It took a few moments of floating about and exploring the room before she noticed the communicator that was sitting on top of what was apparently her new dresser. It looked simple enough to use, and perhaps it would help her in regards to finding out exactly where she was (and why she was here.)]
To whomever is listening; I demand to know where I am, and why I was taken here. Do not even think of lying to me, I am not in any mood to be trifled with.
...What.
[And again, this was definitely not the citadel. No, this was...the deck of a boat. Something that was maybe even more unnerving that being stuck in that miserable room. It only took a moment to teleport herself right back to the room she came from, and while it was better than being on the deck of some awful boat, Maia's patience was definitely wearing thin. It took a few moments of floating about and exploring the room before she noticed the communicator that was sitting on top of what was apparently her new dresser. It looked simple enough to use, and perhaps it would help her in regards to finding out exactly where she was (and why she was here.)]
To whomever is listening; I demand to know where I am, and why I was taken here. Do not even think of lying to me, I am not in any mood to be trifled with.