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"It's not my math," Liliana said gently. "It's what Fate dined to show me." Liliana could see the blueprints in Tombz's mind. "What's your newest creation plan? Something to use in the coming fight?"

"He has a wide array of abilities at his disposal, seems to be a Black Blood and a vestior at the same time, and even has an ability to turn us against one another if hit by it," Liliana said, giving the condensed version of what she picked out of Sephra's mind about the Plague Lord. "We will need to strike fast and hard, using every powerful skill available to us."

Tombz wasn't sure what he was going to do. To make a new weapon? How about a new body over all? Something from scratch. He walked to his desk, laying out a new piece of paper. He rethought it though. Why not make this a bit fancier? [1]

He smacked on his holographic emmitter and made a basic frame for his new creation. He thought for a minute on what modifications he could make to the basic frame. He added in a second set of arms tucked into the first set that were just little bit longer, concealing them. He was pleased with 4 arms. [2]

Next came a modification to the legs. Not straight, but more insect like. A strange design, but more powerful in terms of jumping, as well as sprinting. He made sure they were stable, and went with a three toe foot, to increase said stability. Nothing complex about that idea. [3]

Looking over the base frame work, he added in a long head. Or rather an extension to the head. Possibly a horn or a blade. He would decide upon that later on, when he was in the process of fabrication. He realized he was under time constraints shortly after, that fabrication would have to begin shortly. [4]

He had another briliiant idea. He was going to fabricate the body, as he created the project in his mind. It wouldn't be too hard. He redirected his holographic projector to appear on his insides, where his little arm could have their way with ease. They would construct the body even while Tombz worked. [5]

The body had to be ready in about 11 hours. Tombz had already began fabricating the frame that would hold the body up right. Inside him, his little arms made decisions and with extreme precision, they cut the holograph, giving the new body shape. A shape that had always fascinated Tombz through his life. [6]

He was a fourth of the way done. The frame was coming together somewhat easily. But that's always an indicator of something wrong happening shortly. As Tombz tested the legs, pushing his work table to the wall to put pressure on the legs, one of the legs snapped. A whole piston had ultimately exploded, damaging the other leg slightly, and causing Tombz to have to re-fabricate another leg. This was the arduous part of mechanical creation. [7]

When he'd gotten the new leg made, and fixed the old one, he tried the pressure test again. They were easily able to push even Tombz back. He pulled his table back to where it was before and made some minor adjustments to the pistons in the legs. Had to make sure they'd give off the same pressure every time. [8]

He began checking the arms. He needed them to come clean apart at a moment's notice in combat, or otherwise. He made a realization that there was no torso or wires to connect this mechanism to, and walked away for a moment, going downstairs. He had a forge in the bottom of the ship. A special one. [9]

When he got there, he went straight to work. He made a thick sheet, and began hammering it as hard as he could with his hammer, bending it into the right shape. A unique shape at that. One that is both aerodynamic, as well When he was done, he started looking around. He shrugged.
And make the rest he did. Quickly, with the precision that only a machine could produce in such a short time. Slowly, he laid out all the pieces, all made of a blend of a metal with the pattern of Damascus steel, and some crazy compound Tombz had discovered not too long ago in one of the ships. It was strong, and it looked good. A very pleasing metal to both the eye, and to combat. [11]

He said in his head, pep talking himself, trying to go faster. This had to have been one of the largest projects since the Exodus series armors. Those things weighed tons. As in multiple tons, not just one. Nothing could pick them up easily. But back then, he wasn't fighting enemies like this. He was fighting people, and occasionally creatures. [12]

And Fenrir. That was a name long forgotten to this machine. A man who, in Tombz eyes, had tortured his leader, as well as several countries and the people in those countries. Lili said he died. But did he really die? It's not that he didn't trust her, but Fenrir was something else. Able to come back entirely from death. [13]

He was now fabricating the head when he came across this thought. Tombz thought, remembering why it was so damned hard to fight Fenrir. He didn't think this realm has anything like that, and didn't worry too much about circumventing the causes of it, or the effects for that matter. It was about making this new body to fight with. [14]

He was on good time now, even after all that mess with the legs. The head had a long, horn like protrusion, and it was bladed, and sharp. This would be good for close encounters, and it made it so head butting could chop onions. He laughed at the thought of doing that. Chopping onions with his horn. He shook his head and got back to work. No time to waste here! [15]

He double checked everything here and made a realization he'd forgotten to add something to the torso. Wings. He fabricated a set of wings befitting his creation, shielded from the harshness of battle, so that when the time came to take to the skies, they would be ready. But then it was a matter of figuring out some way to get off the ground with such a heavy body. Ehh, he'd figure that out later. But it had wings! And that's all that counted. [16]

The time was approaching 9 hours. This wasn't good considering he'd just been good on time. The download was going to need at least an hour in order to successfully move from his body, to the other. And it was going to need just a little more time for his soul to transfer from body to body. He needed to pick up speed or risk being late. [17]

At the thought of the idea, he picked up speed. He had been carrying the parts for the chassis into his operating room as quickly as possible. The last pieces were the helmet and the torso. But because of their awkward shapes, made it hard to fit through the doors on the ship. It didn't help the ship was lopsided too. Several times, he had to put the parts down to tear up a door way. He'd fix them later... [18]

When he'd finally gotten all the parts into the room with the frame, he started working instantly. Parts, tools, and wired flew everywhere as he worked quickly. He needed to finish yesterday! He started at the legs and worked up, since they were the most complex parts aside from the four arms. He had a few minor problems with the joints, but they were more matters of fabrication conflictions then anything. [19]

Many times he had to stop what he was doing to grind a piece down, or cut some parts off. He ended up losing a lot of armor. He might later figure something to do with that, but time was really becoming stretched thin. He needed to work faster if he was going to be there for the fight, at least a few minutes late. He began to worry. [20]

Finally, all the wires were connected, all the pieces put together. He just had to make sure everything functioned. He plugged himself up and began using the robot as an extension of himself. It was a quick and easy way to test things. Plug yourself up and run it. So far, things looked good. [21]

Tombz laid it back down on the platform. He still had one thing to do before he clocked out. He began making new add ons in a larger size. Blades, guns, everything. It all had to be upgraded before he transferred over to the new body. Otherwise, he might not get the time to get use to the new body and remake them all. A lengthy process at best. [22]

He was almost done. Now to just hook up the last of the cables, copy the data and transfer the soul. He began downloading the data first. He laid down next to his new body, patting its hand softly. Things began to go dark. He felt as if he were in two places at once. As if his whole being had been separated in two. And like molasses, the transfer took place. [23]

When he awoke next, he felt different. He felt bigger. He felt, alive. He turned on a few sensors and began from there, turning on the HUD as well to do an integrity check. Things looked fine. Till he checked the time. <********! GOING TO BE LATE> ran through his mind as he quickly sat up, catching his horn on the ceiling. He ducked down on all fours and made his way outside, leaping into the air and flying up. [24]

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