AN: This side-story was originally posted on Spacebattles by Mat92 and received a few edits by me to bring it into continuity with the rest of the story.

Sidestory: No More

Silence fell across the room after Bastion finished giving his report, in spite of everything here it was another loss, another dead child. Suddenly the mournful silence was broken as Armsmaster forcefully stood up from the table and stormed out his chair clattering to the ground behind him. A second passed as they all watched him leave, this had weighed on all of them him possibly the most of all but no one expected to see him break. Shaking off the shock Militia sprang to her feet and ran after him.

There was no point trying to follow him. There was no one alive who knew the rig quite as well as Armsmaster and when he didn't want to be seen odds are he wouldn't be. The current theory on why is that when designing it he had installed secret passages that only he was aware of, but this has yet to be proven. Eventually she decided that trying to hunt him down would be pointless and she decided to wait for him at his sanctuary, the place where he always felt the most secure his private lab. As luck would have it she got there just as he was entering.

"Armsmaster! Armsmaster what are you doing?"

There was no response, she ran the last few feet between them and grabbed his shoulder.

"Colin, what are you doing?" She demanded. Finally he turned to her and his eyes were colder then she had ever seen. Through gritted teeth he growled out.

"They. Don't. Work!"

Militia stared at him uncomprehendingly until with a snarl of frustration he began stalking towards the main terminal on his desk.

"The rules don't work. Coil, the Empire, The god damned Fallen! They all ignore them whenever they please and we do nothing. We sit back and watch and wag our fingers at them but we don't actually do anything because we are so damn afraid that things will get worse." Shaking his head he started inputting a code into the computer.

"Colin, we can't just ignore orders and do whatever we want there needs to be order." Miss Militia said in a consoling tone. Colin having finished inputting the code broke into half hysterical laughter.

"What order? A teenage girl with her whole life in front of her dies, brutally, violently and her murderers get to walk off scot-free. Is that Order? Or do you mean when a girl who has already lost everything comes to us for help and we just.. Use her until she has nothing left to give!? Is that the order you mean? It's not right Hannah! It's not right and I don't know if this is going to make anything better but it's time we stopped just tolerating the status quo."

"Verbal authorization required." A computerized voice rang through the silence.

"End of days protocol. Access code Armsmaster 666 REV."

"Authorization granted."

The floor in front of his desk opened up and a platform rose carrying on it the largest suit of armor Miss Militia had ever seen Colin build. Standing at least eight feet tall and colored a fierce black and red, she could see sections of it were poking out, obviously loaded up with just about every weapon imaginable. It made a terrifying sight. The armor hinged out, and Colin stepped up, strapped himself in. He didn't even look at her as he made a single, statement, uttered with the solemnity of a vow:

"No more dead children."