"[I agree to the spirit, but we will discuss terms later. Time is limited. My people need me to ply my craft.]"
"[That will be enough for now. I will hold you to your words, Line of Sol.]" The monitor flickers, and a camera feed shows William dragging both a blackish-gray chunk of metal, and a silvery wad of muscle. The Flesh is splattered in black. War-Machines carry in other parts, trailing behind their Warlord. William tosses the parts into a room that resembles both a foundry and laboratory. In the center of this room the operating table awaits. Silas rises. Emma and you follow him out into the hallway. Ava explains the procedure as the two of you walk.
"[There will be no anesthesia.]"
Your lips twist into a frown, but you continue onwards.
"[The pain will be intense, as such, you will be fitted with another nullifier. Physical restraints will be utilized.]"
You take a ragged breath. Fear gnaws at your stomach. But you continue towards your fate.
"[Second phase is the installation of the fusion reactor. In the third phase, you will need to control a high temperature fusion reaction to melt and shape the nanite-composite of the SEED-ship hull. If you lose control, I will force William to terminate you.]"
"You bitch!" Even down the hall, you can hear William's sharp response.
"[Or we all die in an explosion that makes the Holy City look like a firecracker. Shut up William. The adults are talking.]"
Gods. This...is this still a good idea?
"[I estimate that this will increase your power by approximately twenty-five to thirty-three percent as the nanites are assimilated. It will provide a self-mending hydrogen powered, light-based weapon. A powerful shield that can withstand up to -- the kinetic force equivalent of a large fusion bomb.]"
"[How should I shape the metal?]"
["I recommend something demonic to instill fear. But that is up to you and your ancestors. Think of your [brand, projected image.]"
I'll leave that up to you lot.
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