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Of it's on accord, Talya's body jerked itself about and moved itself to stand Ramrod stiff with her arms locked by her side. The same posture as her captors. She could just about move her head and take in her surroundings. To her surprise, she took in the markings on their shoulders. She made saw one with three stripes and knew she was a "Sergeant". She did not look like any common born armsman she'd ever known, but she knew that was what that one was. Just as those with two stripes were corporals and those with one were Privates. But thinking about that made her realize something. Though it was out of her line of sight, she had a single stripe on her shoulder. She was a Private. Part of her fought against this. She was the daughter of a noble house, a proud lineage which ruled over the fief of Greenmill for sixteen generations. But in the as she tried to think of this, she felt the new thoughts seep into her mind. Her dreams to win wealth, honor and glory for her family and herself faded. In it's place rose a sense of duty and a need to serve something greater than herself. Alone, she was nothing, but together she was part of something magnificent.

As this change happened she let out a final cry, but as this happened her transformation finished. Her articulated mouth closed. Where once there had been a Freelancer Knight, now stood the newest clockwork soldier in an ever growing army awaiting her orders.

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Of it's on accord, Talya's body jerked itself about and moved itself to stand Ramrod stiff with her arms locked by her side. The same posture as her captors. She could just about move her head and take in her surroundings. To her surprise, she took in the markings on their shoulders. She made saw one with three stripes and knew she was a "Sergeant". She did not look like any common born armsman she'd ever known, but she knew that was what that one was. Just as those with two stripes were corporals and those with one were Privates. But thinking about that made her realize something. Though it was out of her line of sight, she had a single stripe on her shoulder. She was a Private. Part of her fought against this. She was the daughter of a noble house, a proud lineage which ruled over the fief of Greenmill for sixteen generations. But in the as she tried to think of this, she felt the new thoughts seep into her mind. Her dreams to win wealth, honor and glory for her family and herself faded. In it's place rose a sense of duty and a need to serve something greater than herself. Alone, she was nothing, but together she was part of something magnificent.

As this change happened she let out a final cry, but as this happened her transformation finished. Her articulated mouth closed. Where once there had been a Freelancer Knight, now stood the newest clockwork soldier in an ever growing army awaiting her orders.

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