Steam Pirates (updated to version 1.1!)

Steam Pirates
In the bustling harbor city of Pescado, an orphan girl took a solitary break at a cold, damp, quiet alley. Just over the age fifteen, the brown hair girl crouched herself into a ball, all alone she curled up to keep herself warm from the chilly ocean breeze. Her family tragically dwindled in size from a noxious disease that swept the land. Her family shrunk down to only her father and herself, until events beyond her understanding lead to the sudden disappearance of her father leaving her to live life on the streets. Wanting to rest her eyes she turned her head and laid it on her knees, she then closed her eyes and reminisced back when she had a home.
The little girl named Cordelia remembered back when it was she lived with just her father. Even though her family lost many members, Cordelia remembered he time living in loft apartment with her father as a happy time. She was just a baby when her mother passed away, and had no memories of her, but she was the spitting image of her late mother. She was a very kind woman who loved the sea, and for more reasons than the pleasant gaze it gave. She cared for the life that dwelt beneath the surface, from the scampering glowing fish to the near lifeless pants, all which she studied like a scientist. Cordelia had photographs of mother and the many notes she left behind about the ocean, which gave Cordelia peace of mind knowing she could at least keep her mother’s thoughts alive by reading them.
Her father was a brilliant tinkerer. Gifted in the field of machinery, he constructed automated puppets, which varied from lumbering dragons to lanky humanoids, and even more impressive was the full range of motion his puppets were capable of. His machine puppets performed entire plays without a single human actor. Even so they all mere mindless automatons, but he dreamt of a day when his automatons could move by their own admission. Cordelia show great aptitude for machinery as well, which her father recognized. He taught her a great deal before his disappearance.
Although her father was gifted in gears was much less adapt in electricity. Cordelia knew he’d never make an auto-puppet awaken with just gears. From reading her mother’s notes, Cordelia knew of a plant like organism which gave off electricity and curiously behaved in a way which indicated thought. She managed to find a sample of the rare electric sea moss. Reviewing her mother notes she found everything her mother wrote about the rare plant was true. It surged with electricity and gave pulses of current to defend itself. Cordelia pondered if she could give this quiescent creature a body.
On the day of her father’s disappearance, Cordelia was at work on her favorite auto-puppet which she and her father had made. She spent more time with it then she did with children her own age. The clanking auto-puppet was affectionately called Cheche and was a peculiar thing. It was not of a person or even anything like nature had to offer. It was more insect like than anything else however, resembling a ladybug, but could also roll into a ball like a pill bug. Cordelia kept the puppet unpainted; still it had a bit of variation in color with bronze wings, a copper body and silver legs, six in all. Being most familiar with this automaton she thought she could give her sea moss a host to move freely. Cordelia constructed a special chamber which could conduct the plants energy and let it follow through the body of the auto puppet. Once fastened the puppet spurted up shaking, fumbling about like a careless baby. But just under a minute it was on its feet and finally began walk on its own! Cordelia jumped for joy wanting to show her father her success right way, but he never came home that day. And when odd men came to seize her only home Cordelia fled.
Remembering her past brought a tear down her eye, which rolled down the side of her face and onto her knee. Sad and alone until she started hearing a buzzing sound over her head. Cordelia opened her eyes once again and sat up looking towards the source of the noise.
“Cheche! What did you bring me this time?” she asked with excitement.
The hovering autonomous bot open its compartment and out dropped half a dozen tostones on her lap. She smiled and practically inhaled the fresh batch of fried plantains into her mouth. Cheche landed at her feet and rolled into a ball spinning around for her amusement. Cheche was her only companion, having helped her survive live on the streets for over a year. The bugbot was as loyal as a dog and twice as smart, who would never let Cordelia down.
Cordelia got up giggling at Cheche’s playfulness.
“Silly thing.” she teased.
“HALT!” someone behind her exclaimed. She turned around and saw three constables each branding a baton.
“You better not run! It’s off the the orphanage with you!” the tallest one commanded. Cordelia knew the orphanage was hardly better than a prison, solely used as a way to keep the poor out of sight. She ran down the alley with Cheche flying above her. The constables didn’t take kindly to runners which made their duty harder. They chased after her catching up quickly. Once the lead officer caught up to her he grabbed for her hair bringing her to a  stop.
“OOW! LET ME GO!” she yelped.
Cheche wasnt going to allow anyone touch his owner. He aligned body to the officer and dashed toward him, expelling a trail of steam out his exhaust pipes. Cheche rammed his body on the officer’s chest knocking him to the ground.
“What the hell is that!?” another officer exclaimed.
The braver of the two remaining officers swung his baton at the bugbot knocking it out of flight.
“You and your little pet here are really in for it now! I think we should skip the orphanage and put you off the streets for good ourselves!” the brutish officer said. He raised his baton to strike her, when suddenly an iron fist from flew into his face, knocking out some of his teeth. The iron fist dropped to the ground but it was connected to a long line of fiber which trailed a bit of ways back down the alley. A young man stepped forward walking slowly toward the lot. The line from the iron fist was tethered to a young man’s elbow, which he quickly recalled zipping back to his body.
“Argh it’s you, Frasco Valor! How dare you show your face here again!” the third officer yelled billowing with anger. He exchanged his baton for a sword that he also carried. Charging at the man he engaged him, swinging with all his strength, but the rapscallion easily dodged the strike and knocked the officer down with a swing of his elbow.
The young man had wavy black hair and wore brown brigandine. His left arm was completely mechanical going all the way up to his shoulder. He casually walked over the unconscious body of the officer he just defeated and greeted the poor girl.
“Running away from the constabulary? Now, say why a girl like you be running away from the law?” the aberrant young man asked.
“I didnt want me to take me away to the orphanage. I’ve heard unpleasant things about that place.” she explained.
“Oh I see, so you’ve lost your parents?”
“Yes, I’ve been living on the streets for the past year with only Cheche to keep me company.” she said.
Cheche sprung back up and flew onto of Cordelia’s head.
“Bzzbzzbabazzzzzz” Cheche said in his own unique langauge.
“Now, now Cheche, he just helped us.” Cordelia responded understanding some of Cheche’s mutterings.
The young man stood in amazement of the metal creature.
“Now what is this then?” he said pointing at the girl’s companion.
“This is Cheche, my father and I made him...” she said halfheartedly.
“You made him!? But it moves on its own!” he exclaimed.
“I know, he’s mostly metal but he’s very smart. Watch him to a trick!” she said.
To this the bugbot sprung up and rolled into a ball.
“Wow impressive! It recognizes your commands”
“Yes, naturally” she said quite proud of herself.
As the two were chatting, the three officers rose to their feet and one drew a pistol. Frasco catches him at the corner of his eye, he turned toward him as he fired. Reacting quickly the young Frasco blocked the bullet with his arm just in time, making the bullet ricochet off him. The other two drew their pistols and pointed at the pair.
“Well this is where we say goodbye gents.” the Frasco said picking up Cordelia off her feet. Then a thunderous roar came out of a contraption the man was wearing on his back. The two lifted off into the air and soared above the buildings barely dodging the officers stray bullets.