A few weeks have gone by, and now almost all remaining Iron Calvary have gathered, with only a few who have yet to arrive from the farther reaches of the empire's territory. Nearly 2 billion white haired identical women of varying hairstyles and lengths stand united, even ones who seem on the verge of fading, as a look of hope glows inside them when seeing the strongest of them all stand before them. AT456-Aries who have raised their spirits in rebellion, as many chatter and look in amazement at how many of them remain, as some who clearly were from the same generations tearfully hug after finally reuniting since their training was finished.
"My sisters! For years, we have fought and bled for the upper ranks of Glamoth. Countless of our sisters have fallen in battle, and their bodies left behind to be devoured. And yet, despite our sacrifices, the people of Glamoth merely see us as disposable weapons and pawns. Well, no longer! We outnumber them by a billion, and now, as we unite our forces, we shall destroy their corrupt tyranny and finally free ourselves from their control. We have already taken control and liberated all the incubation labs and factories they own, and now we have more than enough power to finally ignite the flames of freedom. SO MY SISTERS! WILL YOU STAND WITH ME AND FIGHT!"
Roaring cheers and chants echo back as two billion voices unite as one to echo one word. "Freedom!" AT456-Aries looks out and smiles at the sea of iron and grins, knowing the time to liberate themselves has come….After all, AT456-Aries was one of the first Iron Clavary to be created, and even now, they have yet to truly begin entropy loss. Knowing this, they have long since decided to find a way to cure their sister and their selfs, as for when the empire falls they shall build their own and a new empire will rise…..The Iron Empire.
Hours later, hordes of mech-wearing soldiers stand and board large ships bearing not the symbol of glamoth like before, but now with a new emblem….A burning Falcon with its wings spread and broken chains at its feet.
As they begin to head to the heart of Glamoth, the chatter through the hivemind becomes rather excited despite what they are about to do, as some of the things seem very out of place.
"What do you think will happen after this? I heard from AR-40098 that AT456-Aries plans on building us our own empire. If that happens, I hope I won't have to fight again afterwards… I'm honestly tired."
"You're not alone; many of us have grown weary, but now with hope like this? Her words have rekindled the blazing flames inside me." Such conversations are everywhere, yet in certain groups their words veer way off. "The leader is so pretty! She must have lived so long with that hair! You know your hair is almost as long as hers, AR-26710."
The now-named soldier looks up, having only partially transformed, leaving their head uncovered as they merely nod in agreement, even as they turn to look at the other gathered soldiers with both awe and worry at what may go wrong with the rebellion should they have underestimated Glamoth.
Yet AR-26710 would soon realise their fears were unfounded, as when the battle came, those so-called higher-ups and leaders of Glamoth fell and barely even held them back for a second before the swarms of angry and vengeful iron mechs crushed them and their so-called empire. The flames burned hot as countless glamoth citizens fell to the marching and flying armies as green, blue, red, and purple flames streaked across the sky in a rainbow of color as if to show the dawn of a new age raised from the flames of the past.