[This is paradise. This is the kind of utopia Master X had been striving for, with lots of happy (or mostly happy) humans, and plenty of energy to go around. She hasn't even spotted any Mavericks in her patrols!]

[Nonetheless, it's a little disconcerting to know that everyone has been plucked up and dropped here without their express permission. Even Leviathan, while happy to serve as a self-imposed guardian of the humans, isn't exactly thrilled at being treated this way. She's a general, after all, and deserving of more respect than this.]

[The downfall to all of that patrolling is a neglect of the primary requirement of all citizens. Leviathan's squeed happily at the humans, but she hasn't really touched any. This would be why her armor seems to be powering down, as is her control over water. Being very much in tune with her malfunctioning systems, Leviathan notices immediately.]

What's this?!

[Her demand isn't directed at anyone in particular. She thrusts out her hand, ordering her spear to manifest. It fails to extend, with nothing more than a decrescendo whine of machinery. This is a problem. Leviathan holds her chin in her hand, frowning.]