Zurakian Stronghold

"Mmh...you're like me, sorta? I mean, GBs don't like us, they massacre'd us. I don't know!" She shrugs. "You're my consort, so you are equal to me. I can't say..this hasn't happened in my life-time. I can't remember my life before war, since I was born in War."

"Yup." She says, popping the P.
He should find some interesting ones.

Excidia shrugs. "I'm pretty sure it's a power you obtained from the merging. I have no clue, but I can't do that." She shrugs again. "It's cute though. Can you turn into a Rahi? Oooh, maybe a Bunny?"

She shrugs, but picks him up and pets him. "You're cute."

Crimax peers upward with his adorable little bunny eyes.
"...I am?"

"Test my new powers and ask if you need anything. Do you need anything?"

"Alright. Where?"

Crimax shapeshifts back into his normal form. He creates a large fang and whips it around telekinetically like a sword.

Diagnosis complete.
Subject: Deviox
Age: Unknown
Species: Glatorian
Power: Unknown
Leadership skills: Unsatisfactory
Intelligence: Questionable
Overall assessment: Disappointing

In the center of the Compound stood a massive, chrome cylinder sitting inside a massive, concrete bunker. Covering its round face were thousands of blue lights and dials, blinking on and off in a strange, indiscernible pattern that repeated itself over and over. A strange humming emanated from it, reverberating around the room and sending slight vibrations through the cracked floor. Bridging the gap between it and the gray walls was a jungle of cables and wires, intertwined in countless loops and knots that made it impossible to distinguish one from another.

From its center, a web of translucent, blue light arced outwards in a cone that began coalescing into a humanoid form. It started at the feet, projecting twin ovals on the ground. Then, it began building upwards, twin cylinders rising to eventually combine into one. Two more cylinders sprung from the sides as a sphere slowly formed from the top. Once complete, an audible snap reverberated around the room as the body spasmed. In the span of a second, the primitive shapes imploded, mutating into the shape of a lean, muscular body.

The new figure looked around him, his face blank, literally. While the curvatures of the human face were present, there were only slight grooves where the eyes should be; a smooth plane where his mouth should be. His ears were flat, no more than elevated circles.

His body was completely hollow, only his skin having any color to complete the illusion. On it, row upon row of blue runes swirled around and around his body, spelling out Deviox's diagnosis. The words swirled around constantly, repeating itself over and over, along with the occasional "disappointing" making its appearance here and there. In between the characters was just empty space, giving a glimpse of his empty insides.

"Disappointing," he murmured flatly, "How very disappointing."

Moving casually, he strolled around the cylindrical computer, arms behind his back. Once he had walked halfway around, he stopped and lowered his left hand to one of the many keyboards strewn about the room. Absentmindedly, he began tapping on it, moving too fast for the eye to follow.

"I had high hopes for Deviox. After centuries of studying him, I thought he could make a good successor to Father," he noted to no one in particular. Sighing, he continued, "I was wrong. Since his arrival, I've only observed a 23.34 percent decrease in efficiency, a 45.30 percent increase in wasted materials, and an overall 84.97 percent drop in the chance of the Conquest succeeding. When he almost lost a powerful asset to the Conquest over his own rashness and ignorance, not to mention his complete lack of discipline of his soldiers, that was the last straw. If his dream is to come to fruition, I'm afraid that Mr. Deviox cannot be the architect of the Conquest. I have no choice but to find a new one."

Pausing for a moment, he glanced at the monitor right next to him, projecting Voidarix's profile towards him. After skimming the page for a moment, he metaphorically grinned, "Project 993, made to order by him himself. Gifted in the art of commanding an army, and not bad in a fight himself, he could be a prime candidate." After a moment, though, he shook his head, "No, his allegiances are not with the Conquest primarily. He's here only because of what's in vault D376. There is no way Voidarix will ever lead Father's army."

Rubbing his chin with his free hand, he sighed, "Hm, well then, who does that leave? The rest of Father's operatives fled, the filthy cowards. That only leaves one option, and I'm not sure it'll even work."

Shrugging, he turned and placed both hands on the keyboard. His hands a blur, he began typing insanely fast. In the span of a few seconds, he had dug deep into the computer's files, not stopping until he found the one he was looking for. In the blink of an eye, he decrypted it and began working his magic on it, decompressing and manipulating all the data within, "But it's worth a shot. It's time for project Blackbox."