“Yes My Lord.” States Ahcirej before her holographic image shimmers and blinks out of existence. Once back in the ships mechanical/computer like matrix, she send her consciousness up through the tubes and wires that internally connected the upper levels of the Kiln to where she was. She had to use a lot of will power to not spread herself across the matrix. There were so many places within it that she wanted to become a part of. Well perhaps a part of would be the wrong word, she couldn’t be a part of anything. Still when it came to being in here, and when she had taken control of that smaller Legion Vessel. She felt at home, like even without a proper bond she could remain there indefinitely. As she travels she looks out upon Lord Salkeen’s Great floating demonic fortress. She watches as his minions work away at keeping the Kiln in top condition. She starts to watch the creation of a fel reaver, but quickly leaves. Arriving at the upper levels she creates another holographic image of herself, and kneels. “Lord Salkeen, I await your commands.”
Ahcirej doesn’t have to wait long for her Lord to address them. As she listens intently to every word Lord Salkeen is saying, her eyes move to Jericha. She can tell just by the way she is standing, that the idea of going to this Mechaforge of this Juggernaut wasn’t sitting well with her. She watched as both her fel and artifact eyes flare up a bit at the mention of being tested. Ahcirej herself welcomed the idea of being tested, although she was a bit confused as to how that would actually work. “Lord Salkeen, Defending myself shouldn’t be a problem, hitting something that lacks existence is kind of impossible. Yet breaking things in the testing room might prove to be problematic for me, do to that same lack of existence.” She speaks, her head bowed as she remains kneeling before him. She looks at Jericha who makes a soft growl as she reaches up and places a hand on the back of her neck. Ahcirej then takes a moment to look around the room.
Ahcirej’s attention is drawn to the Felblood as it appears in a flash of magic. Her eyes are drawn to the green ichor stained blade, just as much as they are drawn to the miniature reaver. She finds herself curious as to what the green goo is. She then watches him present himself to his Lord. She has an idea as to what the reaver is for, yet it is still the blade that draws her attention. Did he have to fight to obtain the miniature thing. Part of her mind wants to set the little reaver ablaze with holy fire. Not to destroy it, but more to cleanse it of any possible impurities. Still for now she doesn’t to do that, instead she waits to see what her Lord will say next.