The only entrance to the structure seemed to be two gigantic doors in the front, which seemed to slide open and shut on their own. The dull-grey slabs dwarfed Alessia, and as she slipped through the gap between them she couldn't shake the premonition of them slamming shut behind her. They lay still after she entered, but that could change at any time.
Inside, the rustle of wind seemed to disappear entirely, masked by what sounded like a low, even buzzing. It was barely noticeable, but now Alessia had taken note of it she couldn't get it out of her mind. A part of her mind, one she'd kept telling herself she'd outgrown, summoned the image of a great leviathan breathing out, and out, and out.
That wasn't all. While the center of the entrance room was dark, a pair of balconies on either side were eerily well-lit. These points of luminance were too steady to be candles, and varied in color far too much to be sunlight. Perhaps this was just another use of The Commander's strange power? No, she was fairly sure the man wasn't here. If he was a sorcerer, then whatever The Commander's powers were they had to have originated here.
Avoiding the dark center of the chamber, from which several strange sculptures hung, Alessia cautiously made her way onto a balcony and deeper into the building. There was no doubt it had been crafted from metal, but Alessia only found more questions by examining it. Where had so much iron come from? Why were there so many hollow spaces carved into the walkway? Alessia felt the wrought iron would break with every step she took, and found herself clinging to the railing.
The wall opposite of the entrance confused Alessia. She wasn't sure the bogglingly-complex array of shapes, windows and patterns was a singular portion of the structure, or dozens of smaller objects intertwined into a tapestry of steel and iron. It didn't seem to serve any purpose. It wasn't lit well enough for decoration, and if there was a logic behind their placement it was beyond her. Perhaps something related to a ritual? It seemed too complex for that, which was a statement Alessia never thought possible.
The balcony gave way to an open doorway, more of that ethereal illumination pouring through a short hall and into the entrance chamber. Her curiosity barely overcoming caution and fear, she tightened the grip on her dagger and delved deeper into the structure. A doorway to her left seemed to lead directly behind the strange wall, but if inside held any solutions they would have to wait.
A gigantic panel, made of some glassy material, dominated the far wall of the room. Along the left wall, a steel ladder lead downwards, it's destination obscured in darkness. The right wall was dominated by another unknown sculpture, along with a door decorated by simple image of two people, separated by a line. In the center of the room was a bare table, sporting a tablet that was covered in an array of arcane symbols.
The strange light originated from the forward wall, bathing the room in aquamarine palor. Hundreds of lights, some pulsing, some flickering, and others steady, dominated the wall, set into intricate tiles dominating the wall in a steady array. They weren't set in mortar, but instead were segregated by metal plates, more of the unsteady light finding its way from between the gaps.
Unlike the mess of iron that dominated the entrance hall, this room seemed purposeful. Orderly. While it's function was beyond Alessia, she could almost imagine The Commander working here. The nature of that work, though…
There was clearly great power here. Nothing she knew could produce such light. How did the Commander use it?
She forced herself to look away from the glowing wall, instead focusing on the strange table in the center of the room. The black tablet dominated it's center, rows of unknown runes etched into its surface. They had to mean something. Alessia's fingers hovered over the object, but she didn't dare touch it. Who knows what could happen if-
"Inbound build request: Command Priority."
Alessia lept backwards, her dagger forgotten as light poured from the panel in front of her. That voice! The sudden statement, emotionless and uncanny as it was, seemed to be emanating from the walls themselves! The now glowing panel was filled with images and symbols, constantly changing spiral of patterns. She caught a glimpse of the diving eagle before she turned and ran, trying to find the fastest way out.
"Enlisted Barracks selected."
The entire structure seemed to spring to life. Alessia's exodus died almost as soon as it had begun as a cacophony of humming, buzzing, crashing and growling emanated from the entrance hall.
What unholy abomination could be up there? It was like the entire building had been lying dormant until she'd entered, before awakening enraged at her trespass. At least she'd stumbled into this death trap alone. If only she could warn them...
"Building…"
She needed to get away from the thing she'd awoken, but it had cut off her only avenue of escape. All she could do is hide and hope whatever was out there didn't find her. Perhaps the door was another exit. She threw it open, but when the dark room flooded with more of that unnatural light Alessia slammed it shut again.
The ladder was another choice. Opposite of the closet, it descended into darkness, farther away from whatever was outside. She hurried towards it, but once again stopped. The odd closet had been dark before she entered, as well. She didn't know what was down there, and would be vulnerable while descending. She couldn't risk it.
There was no other hiding spot then behind the desk, then. There, she would be exposed to the strange, glowing, moving panel, but this was the best she could do. Her breadth unsteady and her arms shaking, Alessia pressed herself against the pedestal, curling up to fit and clutching her dagger close.
She knew that wasn't enough.
Minutes passed. Alessia didn't move, her knees clutched against her chest. That… thing out there continued to rage, a ceaseless torrent of noise that varied in intensity seemingly at random. The slab in front of her continued to move and change, arcane symbols dancing across its surface. That thing wasn't moving. Had it not realised where she was? She… she doubted that. Perhaps it was too large to enter, and knowing Alessia was trapped, was content waiting in the entrance hall. There wasn't any food here.
Time dragged on, each minute seeming to take days, and as the immediacy of the threat waned Alessia found her thoughts drifting to more disturbing matters. That voice… The structure itself had spoken. A building had spoken. Did that mean- It didn't have a soul, did it? Only man bore a spirit, as the priest near her home would attest. The Commander must have taken it from someone to draw the machine's power.
With that, a horrible realization hit Alessia: That must be why he saved them! The Commander used some sort of horrid sorcery to conjure structures, using the power of maiden's soul. Her sympathy went out to the poor woman she'd heard. The voice had been flat, emotionless. Was it the stress of running The Commander's devices, or was the unnatural strain slowly tearing it apart?
Such a terrible fate… Beast or no, she needed to warn Ruth and the others. No end at the hands of bandits could compare to such as this!
Alessia's grip on the dagger tightened, and she made herself to stand, but another sound made her pause. Through the storm of noises, a familiar beat suddenly made itself clear. The sound of boots on iron was new to her, but she knew what a footstep sounded like. Someone, she was certain who, was rushing towards her.
The Commander.
The monster outside must have been waiting for him to arrive! Alessia didn't know what he would do to her, but whatever it was there wouldn't be much Alessia could do to stop him. Considering her potential fate, she couldn't make it easy for him. The dagger seemed to grow heavier in her hands. It would be her best way out, but getting to him would be an issue. Visions of the Snake Lord's men made their resurgence in Alessia's mind. Rushing him was out of the question. He had a better weapon, better clothing, and better strength.
Maybe she could trick him into coming close. Acting helpless and terrified wouldn't be difficult. There was a risk that, now she was in here, the Commander could use whatever sorcery he wanted to take care of her from a distance, but she couldn't think of a better option.
Careful not to cut her surcoat, Alessia tucked the dagger behind her back. Getting to it shouldn't be too difficult. With that, Alessia placed her right hand on the ground, near the weapon, and clutched her knees to her breast with the other.
The drumbeat of incoming footsteps came to an abrupt halt. Despite the noise from the entrance hall, Alessia's panicked gasping seemed to echo off the walls.
"Hello?"
The Commander's voice seemed innocent, but Alessia wasn't willing to test that. The silence remained for a moment, before the footsteps resumed. She craned her neck, trying to get a glimpse of her captor as he appeared from around the pedestal.
Even when they were both standing, the Commander seemed to tower over Alessia. Now? He was a titan, unmoving, uncaring. For what seemed like minutes, his eyes seemed to stare into her. From how the brim of his hat cast his face into shadow even considering the multitude of light sources, it was impossible to read him. His grey, angular clothing that once seemed strange perfectly fitting the room they were in.
Until he suddenly knelt a few feet away from her, bringing his face to Alessia's level. The change in his cap's angle brought his face into the light, and the peasant finally found she could read him.
"Alright." The Commander scratched his chin, his eyes momentarily unfocusing before once again meeting Alessia's unflinching stare. "Before I explain anything, I want to say this: You're safe here."
Alessia couldn't sum up the courage to respond. The Commander's gaze was surprisingly calm. The way he held is face portrayed sympathy and guilt, but she didn't believe for a moment those were his true feelings.
"All of this." His arm swept from the glowing closet, past the strange, moving images on the panel, and finally resting when it was pointing towards the ladder. "Is a machine. It's significantly more complex than a clock or my gun, but fundamentally the same."
Alessia's eyes narrowed. She couldn't believe was he was saying. She'd never seen a clock, but she'd heard of the timekeeping device nobles sometimes used. No clock could speak, no matter how many craftsmen worked on it. Still, she remained quiet. Maybe this commander would reveal something useful if she let him keep talking.
"Okay, look. Up there." He pointed to a position above the moving images. "Is a generator of some sort. I don't know if it runs off of tiberium or converts the stuff into a better fuel, but-" There was a pause as he shook his head. "Alright, you know lightning? Thunder?"
Alessia could tell what The Commander was saying made sense to him, but to her it he might as well be speaking Kushan. It took her a second to realise he'd actually asked her a question. A short nod was all she could handle.
"Alright. I don't know what your people say causes it, but the people who built this discovered it's an example of a force known as electricity. Everything you see here is powered by that. Does that make sense?"
Alessia… guessed it did. Souls were a very powerful thing, but lightning… She knew it could strike down even the largest of creatures, or reduce a house or tree to charred remains in under an instant. Doing so seemed reckless and fraught with danger, but if it's brilliance and power could be successfully harnessed…
"Perhaps…"
"Good. Now, the structure we're in is something called a Construction Yard. It's a building that builds buildings." The Commander stood, motioning towards the entrance before extending his hand to Alessia. "I've got it building shelter for everyone. Care to see?"
The knife temporarily forgotten, Alessia stared up at the Commander. She had too many questions to sort through properly, and the talking question was still unanswered, but what other choice did she have? Her mind still racing, she took the offered hand.
"I'm sorry for scaring you." The Commander continued, releasing his grip once Alessia's feet had steadied. "I… I don't have much time, so I couldn't wait for you to leave before activating the Conyard." Hang on.
Hands still shaking from her ordeal, Alessia's pace ground to a halt. "You knew I was in here?"
"Yes." The Commander replied, turning to face her.
"And you still… told this building to start… building more buildings?"
"That's what the Conyard does, ye-"
His statement was cut off when Alessia's hand met his cheek. How could he? She went through that nightmare, feared for her life, because he was impatient? Right now, the hows of the Commander's actions weren't important, with one exception. How can someone be so nonchalant about such cruelty?
Entirely unprepared, The Commander reeled from the blow, taking a step backwards to steady himself. His cheek had already flushed a brilliant pink by the time a hand shot up to nurse it. His eyes, once relaxed, were plastered with shock.
As the man recovered, her actions finally dawned on Alessia. She'd let her temper get the better of her, and now she, a commoner woman, had struck a a man of unknown standing, perhaps a noble! The incident with this 'Conyard' aside, he'd seemed to harbor good will towards them… and she'd squandered it.
She averted her gaze from the man. Who knew how someone so callous would respond to such an insult? Still, her fury allowed her to once more meet The Commander's eyes. The deed had already been done. She might as well remain sincere in the face of punishment.
As the seconds dragged on, Alessia could only hope The Commander's revenge would only fall on her shoulders, and not those of her friends.