((All right, 1 more try at joining... I'm sending in a herald, it's still extremely powerful but I hope that as it is separate and my character a bit of power might be tolerated, and it's arriving already damaged so the power will be less than it's design and Armoks power dictates at least.))
Suddenly there is a bang and a flash nearby Sofia, and a creature appears.
It's voice is like a chorus of a thousand voices, ranging from angelic to demonic. (or, like a really nifty voice synthesizer plug-in...)
"I am a herald of Armok. He is in a faraway part of the multiverse and communications are delayed and dangerous, many alike me have perished to get here. We got news of what was happening and I was sent to aid you as fast as possible. From transmissions I have intercepted, I presume my task will be fighting space marines, but I am at your command Sofia, until I perish or Armok calls me to return your wish is my law. My names is 'model ichanGama-592; serial number 69375-8673; tags=SofSlave', but you may call me Ikhuasofa. "
A human eye would looking upon this creature simply see a shape vaguely that of a winged female humanoid, shining such a bright white that no detail would be visible, slightly taller than the tallest human and hovering above the floor in a confident and menacing and righteous pose.
A creature, be it from biology, magic, or technology, that had a wider range of luminosity to it's vision, would see slightly more. A masterwork golem, shaped as an extremely beautiful female humanoid, it's entire body glowing brightly, but the eyes far more than any other part, and looking into them is like looking into the core of a star. It is made from a patchwork of white and light blue shimering metal, the hair being made out of a billion old strands, bellowing like if they were underwater, lightning arching between her fingers, and with angelic wings made out of crustal glass, jer joints interior looks soft, like filled with mercury, and the rigid admantine skin has so many joints that it can still bend naturally as well as forming a full range of facial expression. she is wering a small dress with abstract holographic patterns, and carrying various strange gadgetry, most of it integrated into her body.
The eye of a demigod, a legend, and possessing per-pixel spectrography would see that the golem was made from divinely enchanted admantine but huge chunks of it had been blown away and replaced by slightly cruder silver, and that most of the radiance was feigned, to hide the fact that the entity had only a fraction of the energy it was designed for. It would see that it full power this thing could take on a hundreds of marines, and contest most gods, but that currently it would require quite a bit of luck to manage even a few (and WorkerDrone is probably a slightly greater challenge than just a few normal ones), seeing as if was heavily damaged and had presumably just recently escaped far more fearsome foes by the skin of its admantine teeth.
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