Welding Freedom

Freedom. So much freedom. As Maphira walked the streets of Melbourne a free woman, she reflected on how even the oppressive feeling in the air couldn’t bring her down today. How good it felt to finally be out of that workshop and in the city again, even if it was being controlled by machines. 

She had absolutely no idea where she was going to start or what she could possibly do to bring down the Mechanists, but she would find a lead. At least, that’s what she told herself. Because in reality, she knew exactly what she had to do. She knew who she would have to find.

The one person in the world she knew wasn’t working for the Conclave of Mechanists.


Oh, how her sister would have laughed if she knew Maphira’s fate these last three years. She could already hear what she’d say. “You learned how to weld a bow rail and did that all this time? How pathetic. Meanwhile, I’ve been doing all this cool vigilante stuff. It’s kind of like being a cop without all the boring parts. I bet you wish you could have been doing that.”

How insufferable would it be to hear her mocking tone with those words? Her little sister, all of a sudden the one that was proven right. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing Rylee had made the correct choice in leaving the force all those years ago. 

Had Maphira left too, she could have been fighting bad guys instead of helping people find the best in marine stainless steel fabrication around Melbourne. Not that there was anything wrong with helping people access marine welding – it was an honourable profession. Certainly a more important one than being a car mechanic.

Knowing her sister, Maphira figured that Rylee was probably doing something cool right now. To find her, perhaps she’d just have to go to the coolest place in Melbourne and wait. If that didn’t work, she wasn’t sure what she would do.