For want of a soul fist

Through a distortion in a disembodied weave of the Boundary traversed where no beings loom but the Murakumo, those copies of a woman made with their own genetic variations taken form in the pronounced differences from the original, the one, the being known as Saya to now transmit itself unto the others. In this case, the cybernetic entity of unknown quadrant of enhancement designated Zeta-06, the sixth in line to the Murakumo series, and yet also the meddlesome failure, traverses the void with her sister, no, brother unit that came much later on. A later model that is far more aberrant than she was, that at least her otherwise latent features of defects were rectified by the hands of Relius Clover himself, and brought up to standards through auxiliary enhancements as well as further fine tuning.

She warped into existence before a place desolate of life and with many rubble about, discarded bodies, some albino and without saturation, others misshapen parodies of the female form, among so many other refuse that were thrown away like trash littering about the place in great abundance. Lining up a pile in front, and an even larger pile to the side of the ruins that seemed not to matter to Zeta-06 or string so much as an emotional response as she passively eyed each and everyone of those corpses as nothing more than refuse that could've been discarded in a much more economical manner. To compost them into cremation, or to align them in rows. The information in each of these bodies presented a danger to those that may try to derive knowledge, that even from failures, can bring about a potential that may contradict her directive of safeguarding NOL as an entity, and more importantly, Dr. Relius himself.

Her wings of blades spread outward and held closely to her form as her visor flared in red, watching emotionless apathy with not even a twinge of a response of disgust, disdain or much of anything. It was long numbed to dullness if not outright sheer destruction in place of cold hard logic. To her, she could vaguely recall the memories from the organic sanctum of her brain storage of data, but not from the artificial memory wafers meant to enhance collection of data to perfect accuracy. This was murky, vague, and without as much clarity. It was colored in views she found biased, in the great distraught state of suffering, feelings she doesn't have, among other things she is not anymore. Quietly, she mused in data analysis, of the bleak environment about drowned in an ocean of Seithr, the ceiling that expands upward almost as if it was the sky from the height it had, and the vastness of the area that constituted a wide berth for her to easily move about. Wherever she was formerly, she knew that it was among these rubble, but not here. Extrapolation would be key to improvement by understanding.

It was more clear than anything else, she'd find the reasons of her death here, amongst other things it was the instant that the prime field stepped out of the void of darkness that he'd felt the strongest urge to draw upon the fullest of his prior programming. The incomplete nature still demanding that he protect his Malus Kapun persona even further. "Unit Kappa has begun scans of the surrounding area, donning armor." the simple statement itself calling upon the titanic blade of tremendous energy which hid within the folds of space through a wonder of technological marvel, with the heavy sword falling from above his lithe body floated up while the blade had begun to divide and the merger began.

Upon enclosing himself within the bladed wing-petal which had drifted behind him; the slight variant armor that he possessed became visible. With the skin-tight bodysuit resting upon his features, if perhaps with the sign of masculinity obscured by a codpiece; the only other difference was the wing-petals which floated with purpose at his back. Numbering 10, they'd been slightly slimmer in nature, as if donned with the ease of more finesse. It was upon taking his old armor that his mind completely opened to the surrounding spaces effects, at first it was mind numbing and as he hovered a few feet above the ground; his sensory data seemed to be lacking a response. It wouldn't be for about 50 seconds that he'd not responded, at least before speaking properly. "Commencing search of the space for an information terminal. Despite outdated containment, the data can be forcibly extracted on those pertaining to Zeta-Unit's information."