The scrap yard was like a huge grave where the machines were seemingly put to rest when they had outlived their use. Broken visors, chipped metal prongs and antennas of Droids were strewn all over the place, with rusted metal discs and cracked armor plates piled on top of one another to form large rubbish piles which rose as high as 9 feet in the air.
“What’s that noise?” Lucis stopped midway and hid behind a broken Shredder.
A dull grating noise was coming from afar. It sounded like someone or something was forcefully crushing large blocks of metal.
Edgar pricked his ears and listened closely. He had heard that noise several times before. When it was time for collecting metal scraps, he and his friends would be allowed to leave the prison facility and go to the scrap yard. When he had
