The sound of a metal item falling on the bay's plating echoed throughout the hangar, Valetta station was indeed a work of art, the latest technology of Outcast weaponmasters was available here without any delay and it had all the necessary tools and items anyone would need to repair their vessel...
Almost anyone...
A young looking man slowly moved around what could once be called a civilain bomber, the plating was scortched, some of i was missing uncovering the frame of the wings, the top stabilizer fins were almost literally ripped off and the ship looked like a cabbage in general : patch upon patch upon patch.
The man soon enough, with the help of a mobile crane, could lift a segment protecting the ship's generator bay, the bluish glow of the creature inside greeted his eyes and he smiled.
The ship's outside seemed odd at first, but what hid inside was even more odder, protected from any kind of danger was a growing organism, feeding upon the powercore of the ship.
Dgahr slowly looked the ship over once more, pausing at a certain place, the plating parted only a little bit, a membrane was sipping from it as if wishing to cover the ship's outer side with it. It was a good sign, it was slowly beginning to grow and soon it would sustain itself by it's own without endangering the ship itself to power failures.
The cables leaving the core were entwined with the nomadic strings, already having reached the weapon uplink, but what amazed him the most was the much more thicker, pulsing strings that left the safety of the ship's armor to worm their way in one of the torpedo tubes. He had a suspicion of what exactly was it trying to accomplish, but he did not ask them, it was best to leave this up to their own ways.
He returned to tampering with the more damaged parts of the ship, before hearing a deep CLUNG and crackle, the SNova torpedo module had fallen to the ground, denting the plating of the hangar, the crackle of electric cables now set loose could be ehard only for a moment, however, the bluish form of the wines swiftly tied them up and silenced them instantly.
Dgahr only stood there, confused as his ship was just left without it's main weapon, but from what he could tell, the transformation was not yet complete...
***...Soon *We* Shall *Lighten* *Shell* Empty...*** Dgahr only shook his head slowly, hoping they knew what they were doing, the ship may be vulnerable if something else happened...
***...*Darkname* Tools...*Unneeded...Ineffective...Pathetic...***
***....Vulnerable...*We* will *Change*...***
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