An unknown amount of time later...
Tetra was stirring as she awoke within what appeared to be a cell. Lying there alone and without anyone around be it the still loyal members of her crew or the traitors. The ones that turned her only to immediately backstabbed by the one that apparently convinced to carry out the mutiny in the first place
"Where am I?" she said to herself out loud as she tried to recall the last thing that happened to her.
She and the others were trying to fight there way out not having to worry about the traitors anymore cause they were all taken out first. Either when the trap for them all was sprung or by Tetra and the others themselves. Though they were making good ground at first the kept falling one by one until she was the only one left standing.
She actually had a chance to get away but at the moment where she could escape herself that when she looked back for a second and then nothing. As she blindsided by an attack that knocks her out cold. If she had not looked back and just kept moving forward would she had really been able to escape. Would she have then really been able to survive on her own with the crew had known as the only family she ever had outside her mother?
'Worry about what could have been later. I need to get out here now as that should be the same thought on everyone else as well' Tetra thought.
Those that could escape knew where they would meet up if anything happened to go wrong during a job. The meeting point was set up before had as merely a precaution as it better to have a plan in advance. Rather than need one and not have anything there to work for at that point.
She looked around to see that there were several dull and seemingly broken weapons lying around the room. Weapons of various shapes, sizes, and forms. Tetra could see them wondered just what this place she was being kept in was exactly as it looked similar to messy and run down armory after it had been raided. Looking for her weapons only to realize they were there.
'Why would they be?' Tetra thought to herself after all whose leaves weapons on their prisoner.
However there was another reason why she thought of her weapons from looking at the one all around her as she just could not put her finger on what it was at the moment though. It was something she was sure she should not but it whatever it was happened to be evading her at the moment.
Tetra than went to slap herself to get her focus back on escaping this cell she was trapped in when she could felt herself being lifted off the ground all of sudden. That when the young pirate leader learned she was not only being lifted upwards but could not get back down the cell floor either.
The door to the cell she was in opened and she appeared to prevent herself from being carried away to wherever this power levitating her wanted. Grabbing the bars of the cell Tetra attempt to keep herself right where she was but it was no use as she pried away from it and just floating in the center of the room.
That is when she started to feel that her body was becoming stiffer and stiffer. Slowly she was losing mobility in her limbs, torso, neck, and head.
"What going on here..." '...and why is this happening,' Tetra said as then lost her ability to speak even leaving her with only her thought alone in the middle of her last sentence.
That when her arms seemingly through no means of her own stretched outward and her head is forced stare straight ahead. It was from her reflection in the reflective surface in front of her that she noticed something that scared her even more. That was the color was draining from her body slowly as it appears as if her legs were becoming metallic and starting to lose detail as they were pressed together. Feet similar merging to form a sharp point that seems like she had seen it before.
Tetra then realized what was going on along with what all the weapons around could mean as she noticed the size of that cell was far larger then it needs to be if she was the only one being kept within it. The broken, ruined, and dull weapons she saw around her were not just weapons. At least they were not one point as she fears that they were once her crew. She was the last of them to subject to whatever process this was by however whoever this person was.
That why she thought about her weapons when she saw them. Not only had her crew been turned into weapons but replicas of their own weapons at that.
'That bastard how dare they do this to my crew. They will pay for this' Tetra thought as she raged trying to will her body move against what was transforming her.
The attempts at fighting what was converting her into a weapon were futile in the end as just like how control of her body was taken from her. The same thing happened to her mind as well as she was losing her ability to think slowly but surely.
'No….Focus….you have to focus…you can….not….let this ..beat…you….I…..I…..' Tetra thought before everything just went blank for her
The young pirate's eyes becoming vacant showing no signs of awareness in them anymore. She could no longer fight the process creeping up her body anymore, as she no longer had legs anymore. They were just starting point of a cutlass blade. The process continued upward her torso became the rest of the blade with her outstretched arms becoming the crossguard. Her neck becoming the grip and as for her head, that was transformed into the pommel of the cutlass.
The cutlass that was formerly Tetra fell to the floor just laying there unmoving. They were nothing more than a weapon now that was surrounded by the other weapons that had once been human like she was. Though unlike the others within this room the cutlass was not in seemingly perfect condition without any flaws or deformities like those around it.
Glowing for a second a form appeared from the sword. Metallic skin, a dress with a ^ gem on the chest, a cloak around the shoulders, similar looking bandana around their neck. This being was seemingly Tetra for they had her face, though her eyes were just a pair of orbs and her hair was a solid mass. Moving the cloak as if they were her arms because she did not have any otherwise.
Whoever was turning her crew and herself into weapons, they were seemingly doing so to produce whatever Tetra has just become herself. Amongst her entire crew, she was seemingly the only success of the bunch, for she did not count up all the discarded weapons around her just yet. Though from merely making an educated guess it was safe to say that it was all of them.
