"I think I broke about half the bones in my body. But otherwise I'm just sore and pissed off". Calia rubbed her backside. "Thanks for the save boss, but next time let me fall by myself". Calia arched her back, attempting to alleviate some pain. "What are we gona do about Theran? We can't leave him... upgraded can we"?
He was saddened by the others reactions. "I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THEY ARE SO AFRAID. I THOUGHT THE WHOLE POINT OF LIFE WAS TO TRY TO BETTER THAN YOU ARE?" Turning from that train of thought, he 'looked' inwards to watch the improved nanites continue their work on his body.
Whereas before he had required an interface to translate actions and data between the cybernetic and organic systems of his body, he was now fused into a single techno-organic in all its perfection. Signal delays that he had never been able to totally deal with where gone, the efficiency for his power systems had been increased to a degree he had no thought possible.
The biggest change he noticed was his 'skin'. The nanites where fusing his armour to him, the sleeves and legs of the suit now blending seamlessly into his arms and legs. It was no longer just armour to protect him from attack, and toxic environments, it was his skin now. For the first time he felt whole.
"Well isn't that just dandy?" Growled Kabreeg absent mindedly, examining his sword. It was a testemony to its build that it hadn't snapped in half from all the strain it had been through. The steel along the blade was still glowing red with heat, but as it slowly cooled Kabreeg saw the network of scratches and scrapes that now adorned his previously pristine sword. Most Kraxex would have been furious at the damage wrought to their weapon, but Kabreeg was still alive, and without a warrioir's hand, a sword was just a sword.
Spinning it in his hand he flicked the trigger a few times. The blade retracted then extended clunkily, no longer the quiet; fluid motion it had been before.
But he could still cut things in half with it.
"I'm guessing that Hroges is fair game if we ever see him again?" there was a hopeful edge to his voice
"Yes, I am glad to be rid of him, I brought him because he had power, he seems to have lost touch with organics, fallen prey to greed, there is no way he is going to live, this thing needs no help from him, he'll either be turned into a mindless slave or harvested." Grash said however much it pained him to lose an ally. He looked around, they were still under the smog even at this height, where were they, how far had this thing taken them.
'So we've lost Theran. And we've still gota blow this thing sky high'. Calia swung around on her heel to face the group. "Well lets get our ass' in gear guys before that thing gets really pissed off at us". Swiftly she retrieved the sawed off shotgun holstered against her leg. "On your orders boss Commander Grash"!