Sparks twinkled and gleamed as they fluttered amid the dark, stormy sky. In the distance, lightning glittered and thunder rumbled. Hera held a welding mask to her face. Rain started cascading from the gloomy, overcast heavens. It all made for a perfect, sinister night - if Hera was doing something evil, that is. Soal and Eva slept soundly inside, caught up in their individual dreams, while Hera worked away.

A welding torch fabricated pieces of metal. Laser drills formed holes. Laser blades cut and separated thin, useless metal or jagged edges. Alta pliers clipped and stripped cables and wires.

All of it was a buzzing, cracking, and clanking mayhem. There was no stopping Hera.

Only once did Hera look up into the cracking sky. A lust writhed deep within her heart. A longing to return to her former Ground 2 self, spilled forth. The feeling was intense. The rush was eccentric. Nothing could stop her now. "Nothing," she bid, "will ever turn my hard personality completely soft."

There was also something else that slowly engulfed her. It ate away at her like burning coals to a vibrant fire. She liked the taste of sweat in her mouth, the smell of singed metal, and the sting of flying sparks. It all melded with the Ground 2 personality.

It just felt familiar.

It all felt right.

But, yet, it didn't seem to agree with her former, well mannered, Earthen self.