Genetic Replication Labs
Necromancer: Supreme
As Space continued to unfold around him and Khazan was revealed in all its glorious splendor and putrid filth, The Spire continued to check its redundant systems, giving over control from the central computer banks into their core processors. Activation of the genetic replication labs kicked up into high gear. Melding flesh onto mechanical endoskeletons. Creating completely organic drones to carry his will outside of himself. Biological weapons and spies to the outside world. To make contact and make deals with those he wished to gain information from.
Biological Drone
Necromancer: Supreme
A small, humanoid looking form scurried about. Part metal from the machine bays, part flesh from the bio-labs. A fighting machine, in part. A drone. A messenger. It would do to contact those people of Khazan. It would do, till he found something better to replace it with.
Machine Bays
Commander: Supreme
Or to take information by force. Huge tanks were crafted, with the firepower tremendous firepower. Organic brains were implanted there in so they would have some measure of control over their own actions. Everything was fabricated from the smallest screw to the rounds for the cannons. Using the flesh produced for the Bio labs the perfect melding of man and machines were created.
Tank Drones
Commander: Supreme
- Ranged Attack Only
- Ranged and Melee Attack
A small machine wheeled its way into a hanger. It was no different than any of the others. A mass-produced tank, small in size, somewhat durable, but designed for mass production. Some had tank treads. Some had wheels, still others were bipedal. Others were sent to be melded with flesh from the bio-labs. A few scuttled like small mechanical spiders. All had implements of cutting and tearing, and some had small ranged weapons as well. All designed for one purpose. To kill and be killed.
Bio-Plating
Energy Absorption: Standard
The mind reaches out. Feels for something, and retracts. He had decided. The Spire set the Bio labs to creating a bio-plating for his vulnerable outer 'skin'. Using the flesh's capability of channeling energy, he set syphons around it to draw the energy absorbed to further the production in his machine bays. Force would be needed in this Realm of Reality whether or not he was able to gain the help of natives to gather his desired information.
Electrical Receptors
Energy Absorption: Standard
He was running out of time. Already forces had detected his presence. Along the outside of his new bio-plating he set small receptors to gather more energy and channel it directly into the biological system. Letting the platting grow on its own as more energy was funneled into it, he went to his final task.
Security
Closed Mind: Standard
Deep inside the AI's core a 'door' closed. Input work terminals shut off and security locks put in place. The only way to access the core computer system was now through the Decision core of the AI. Not even his own drones would now set aside his purpose. With a determination like a mountain, he sent out one of Drones to the Fallen...
Bio-Plating
Armor Skin: Ultimate
The Spire took a breif moment to look outside of itself. Pausing a moment from looking over and sorting a constant stream of new data pouring into his database. A breif moment, as it often did, to check on each and every drone. To check from intruders. Internal damages. Anything that might be out of place. Nothing was. Everything was as expected. Except... except there were far too many drones having to be rebuilt. With but another moment of thought the bio-labs were to work altering the DNA of the bio-plating covering his outer-self. In a mater of minutes, the energy absorbing material was also a hard carapace, in case his drones failed to keep intruders away from the main structure...
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