After leaving Baker Street, the automaton known as Cyntax+ was left raw. For the first time in a lifetime, she felt lost. 221B was like a home to her, John and Sherlock her family.

Once she was on her own, lonlyness overcame her. She traveled about the universe, visiting all sorts of marvels:the impossible planet, the explosion of Manova, the birth of the Kuan galaxy. She tried desperately to reignite her lust for travel, but she never took off that coat, never wore anything but black, always looked to her side, expecting Sherlock to be standing next to her.

She traveled like this for some time. Life on Earth peddled forward, waiting for her return Finally, on November 10th, 2481, her worn leather boots walked the planet of traveling alone, she sought companionship in a high class service bot by the name of Clutz. Clutz is just the kind of automaton that her name suggests. She fumbles and tumbles her way about, reeking havoc on anyone and anything in her path. She had stumbled in to Cyntax's life and never quite left. Every time they parted ways, they found a way to meet again.

Cyntax+, seeking for someone to fill the hole in her heart, made her way to Baltimore Mansion, home to the abundantly wealthy Baltimores and their servants. Baltimore Mansion is a massive abode. Fit with gardens, libraries, and all other amenities. The house, house being a very humble name for it, is suspended in the air, hovering over the Earth as it's own private floating island.

Cyntax arrived at the hovering palace expecting a leisurely visit with an old friend, before sweeping her off her feet and taking her on the adventure of a lifetime. Reality, however, was not so kind. She was given an abrupt and unkind welcome from Death, Theft, Danger, and four were once her close friends, but grew to become unfond strangers.

After being captured, restrained, and held hostage, she discovered she has chosen a point in Clutz's timeline before she had met Cyntax. Beat up and heartbroken, the automaton put on a more brutish disguise than she has ever taken. Her rude and violent manor toward the manor's other guests hid the pain that resignated inside her.

Due to a malfunction in the mansion's security system, Cyntax+ was locked inside with a ragtag group of misfits. Danial and Martin, twin automatons, one a doctor and the other an engineer, built to service Humans. Saying that they didn't get along with Cyntax+ would be putting it very lightly. Then there was Mii. She and Cyntax+ go way back. One being a time traveler and the other having a tendency of "acidentally" being sucked in to portal, their timeline is a bit fragmented, but one key factor remains: they do not like each other.

Then there was Arwin. Poor, sweet Arwin. They had only met once before, so far back in the winged girl's history, she didn't recognize Cyntax at first. Just when her memory made the connection, her conciousness slipped in to oblivion. She was caught in the crossfire, quite literally. She was shot in the shoulder. Martin, the only doctor, the one that insisted he could save her, was preoccupied. She shuddered on the cold floor, her blood pooling from her wound and out her mouth untill there was none left. The wound wasn't supposed to be fatal, but for a Sirrac that's already wounded, she didn't stand a chance.

Names were called, weapons were drawn, and a certain robot may or may not have been thrown out a window. It wasn't a good day.

Cyntax loves few but her love is deep. If she loves someone, she will do anything for them until the day they die, then avenge their death. It happened with Sherlock, it happened with Arwin, it happened with Clutz, and countless others.

She left the estate feeling worse than when she had arrived. She sat in her little time machine, unmoving, running over the events of the past day. She had come to the mansion with good intentions. All she wanted was to say hello to Clutz, take her for a spin, and return her by Monday. If only she had chosen another day, if only the twins had chosen another island to crash land on, if Arwin hadn't been transferred that morning, if that damn painting hadn't gone missing, then maybe, just maybe, everything would have been okay.

It was Matheiu who did it, the younger of the two Baltimore sons. He took the over-size painting with intentions to sell it in exchange for money to run away with Clutz. Neither Clutz, nor Cyntax, took very fondly to that plan. He was urged to come quietly, and the whole matter forgotten, but he was already in too deep. The man took up arms and fled from the others. The battle was long and arduous but eventually came o a resolve. Matheiu gave himself up, but not before killing Arwin and breaking trust with everyone he held most dear.

There was a soft knock on the door of Cyntax's little tin can. She lifted her head at the sound, willing her body to foolow. She opened the door to discover Clutz. The silver bit stood in front of her, dull grey photoreceptors shining, her tailored suit replaced by some sort of old Earth safari adventure attire, a warn leather bag clasped in her fingers.

'So,' the butler cleared her throat, 'what kind of adventure did you have in mind?'