Freya and Lucifer both ran down a long row of forlorn mecha. The machines sat in their stations on both their left and right sides, unmoving and still like statues from ages past. Whatever life they used to have had long since been taken from them, and were instead locked away in a vault far from the light of day.
Freya could hardly stomach it.
Not just that all this hardware was sitting around doing nothing, it was all literally wasting away. It was that whoever owned them had been taken and locked away, also far from the light of day. And everything they had was taken from them.
Their wealth, their time, and even their names.
“You said they take people’s stuff to add to the Federation’s ledger,” said Freya. “But they’re all just sitting here, doing absolutely nothing. How’s that benefit them at all?”