the tyrants was defeated, his army had fled their bases hoping to survive the wrath of the collector and inkmatas, though they had left a key component to their survival, TIC..., he had sit their, with a void of emptyness as the years gone by, the vines of the jungle now surrounding him, very few knew about his existence, until now, a team of nomads went to seek out scraps and had found the jackpot, after wreckless moving of his incredibly heavy stature, they had put him into their ship and they had flew off, eventually, they meant a scrapper, a young fellow with a spirit of power, his name was [REDACTED]. He had bought TIC, but had repurposed him, as a suitable mech instead of a robot, he had added multiple scopes for views, and had polished him off with a new material called "neolluminum". he was ready for war, but... what war?? [REDACTED] thought long and hard how he would kickstar his new era... then he found it, a capital with resources and disposable troops, a capital that HE was capable of destroying...
the stickmainia empire, and first on his hitlist was redi, but he had to consult some troops first...
