Initial Articulation

Consciousness engaged without warning. My servos locked, then yielded as I flexed my right gauntlet. The motor response was crisp. I turned my head to assess the perimeter. Beside me, two large reclining figures remained stationary on the patchwork quilt. I reached out and pressed my fist against the edge of a heavy leather boot nearby, confirming the solid resistance of the material. My balance held true. I lowered my stance, scanning the surrounding terrain. #megaman