Maggie's labratory

In the heart of the sprawling metropolis of Clockhurst, where the air thrummed with the pulse of a thousand clanking steam engines Maggie Brass toiled away in her dimly lit workshop. Her delicate hands, stained with oil and grease, danced over the intricate cogs and gears that made up the city's lifeblood. She was an enigma in a society that preferred its women to be seen and not heard, a beacon of defiance in a landscape of corseted submission. Her latest creation, a marvel of steam-powered innovation, gleamed in the flickering candlelight—a testament to her late father's genius and her own unyielding spirit.

One fateful evening, as the city's clock towers chimed the twelfth hour, the tranquility of her sanctuary was shattered by the sound of splintering wood and the clamor of heavy boots. Maggie swiveled her head in surpise as several figures entered her lab through the destroyed door. The air pirates had arrived, their eyes gleaming with greed as they laid claim to her precious invention! Their leader, a burly man with a scraggly beard and a penchant for dramatic flair, announced their heist with a sinister chuckle that echoed through the workshop.

"This beauty'll fetch us a pretty penny, lass," he sneered, tossing a sack over her latest masterpiece.

Maggie's heart raced as she watched her hard work vanish into the night. Her mind, however, was already racing ahead, calculating the modifications she'd need to make to her steam gun. The one she'd designed to keep such scoundrels at bay . With her father's legacy in the hands of these ruthless thieves, she knew she had to act fast. She ran to her nightstand where the gun sat, and swiveled around, aiming it to fire... but the air pirates had already fled with her invention.

"Cowards!" She cursed, lowering her weapon. She needed that device, she couldn't let it get into the wrong hands!