User:ClayHuang158/Sidnara lore

In Piltover, many inventors and scientists work long, hard hours in an attempt to gain fame in the City of Progress; without it, they fall behind and are left behind in the ever growing city. Sidnara was one such inventor; though she was intelligent and hard-working, she was considered brash and haughty at times. Because of this, nobody wanted to hire her or commission her to create anything. Sidnara was failing at her profession. Her attitude usually caused investors and fellow scientists to lose interest in working with her, and, without teamwork, she could not do very much.

All this changed when a Demacian investor who went by the name of Tyler Hothshire approached her and commissioned her to help create a relatively cheap, mass-producible suit for Demacia's soldiers with weapons which were easy to use and understand.

Many people would wonder why Demacia would approach such an unknown scientist for such a large project, but Sidnara, on the brink of bankruptcy, did not care, and accepted immediately. Over the years, she worked hard to create a battle suit that used minimal hextech energy and which would provide both mobility and damage capability. For a weapon, Sidnara settled on a chakram: a circular thrown projectile that was quite formidable which she had found out about when reading about Shuriman weapons. Afterwards, she continued to improve the suit: she added thrusters which could allow the wearer to dash from place to place, and she created a special disc that would detonate into many smaller ones, shooting out in all directions.

When the final day arrived, Tyler, along with a group of Demacian elites and a dispatch of soldiers, came to inspect the finished project. Sidnara appeared, looking quite confident in her suitand for good reason. Her creation exceeded all expectations, and the Demacians were all very pleased; Tyler looked more than happy. Looking exuberant, he insisted that they bring the suit to Demacia as quickly as possible. Sidnara and the others agreed, and, a day later, they set off for Demacia. Sidnara was excited: she was about to be the creator of a Demacian weapon, and would be known throughout the nation! This was more than what many scientists and inventors every hoped for. Unfortunately for her, this feeling was very short-lived.

On the way there, Sidnara and the people travelling with her were suddenly ambushed by Noxian soldiers on a forest path. They poured through the trees and threw themselves at the surprised Demacians. Sidnara instantly went to her suit and tried to put it on, but she was too slow. The Demacians fought back valiantly, bringing down many Noxian soldiers, but there were too many to fight. One by one, they were felled by Noxian blades, and, soon after, Sidnara was the only one left.

Sidnara looked away from her suit and looked at what had happened. Many Noxian soldiers lay dead or dying on the ground, but all of the people who had followed Sidnara had been killed, their bodies lying, bleeding, in the grass.

All but one.

Tyler stood up from the carnage, a bloody sword in his hand. He looked to Sidnara and smiled, who stepped back in horror. Instinctively, she stood in front of her suit, trying to protect it. No inventor would give up their creations so easily.

"Oh, Sidnara," Tyler said in an entirely different tone, far from the hospitable disposition he had when he first introduced himself. "Maybe you should hand over the suit?"

"Tyler... what's going on?" Sidnara asked, frightened.