Ahcirej feels a tinge of rage an jealousy as Lord Salkeen flexes his muscles. Unlike Jericha she would never again know the sensation of touch. “I will leave the minute details of its creation, to your discretion My Lord.” Ahcirej says as she watches him. “It isn’t like I am capable of knowing what it feels like. Still on the plus side, While I can never again feel a living touch, I will also never again know the sensation of pain.” Her holographic image clenches it’s hand together. *She could remember what flesh felt like, the subtle movements, the warmth, the rough feelings of calloused fingers. She had no idea what silk felt like, a body hard as diamond, but smooth as silk. In the end it mattered not she would be but the brain, the motherboard of a deadly cybernetic machine. She would slip in where the larger machines couldn’t. Taking the lives of those who stood before her burning Lord.
“I will anything that you desire me to be Lord Salkeen, If it’s something that I can become then I will be it. Ahcirej states her voice filled with conviction. Ahcirej was unbound, she knew exactly what she was. She could turn and leave. Yet She felt just as owned and vulnerable in her Lords Presence as she always did. “I will pay any price that I am able to pay. Yet remember there are some prices that I am incapable of paying.” Ahcirej explains, she is nearly sure that he knows what she means. Any deal they struck would have to be in good faith. She couldn’t be bound to any form of promise or contract, to ask for such would be like commanding water not to be wet. As she speaks to Lord Salkeen parts of her mind begin syncing more strongly with the ships computer systems. She can see the many corridors the demons moving among them. She can feel the power as innocents are fed to the many soul furnaces that power the massive destructive vessel. She pulls back disengaging most of her mind from the control panel, her holographic image shimmers for a few moments before stabilizing.
Ahcirej watches in amazement as the massive mechanical arm is ripped from the Mo’arg brute. She could almost feel sorry for it… almost. She wasn’t sure if she could bind with it or not, did the arm contain a mechanical or computerized system that would allow it to act on it’s own, without it being connected to the Mo’arg Brute. would the bits of flesh prevent her from being able to coalesce her mind with it. A partial connection would be a waste, it would be better to just travel in non corporeal form. Ahcirej starts to disengage from the Ignis’avim’s computerized holographic system. To prevent the chance of complications she is going to take on her Ethereal form and use her holy fire to burn the remaining flesh and blood from the massive mechanical arm.
Ahcirej watches as the three disappear, why didn’t Lord Salkeen wait to see if she was able to use the mechanical arm, was her service to him no longer required? Just as they vanish the Holographic image of Ahcirej dissipates as something within the deep recesses of her mind begins to snap. As the mental, and emotional, bonds of servitude that Ahcirej felt towards Lord Salkeen, begin to crumble. She gazes out through the viewing window at the massive Flying Fortress, a lost look forms on her face. So you do not need me after all Lord Salkeen? Very well then, if I am not the instrument that will rain death and fear upon your enemies. Then perhaps… the sharp pains of mental anguish quell her thoughts and have her clutching her head.
You are rather useless as you are, but I can make you better, if you come to me.