His once long hair burned to his scalp his skin deformed obscuring his vision the bodies of his people litter the floor around him his anger blocking his pain the pure fury he feels the only thing keeping his body from shutting down. He drags himself through the streets his body tearing on the jutting rocks yet still he forces himself onward trails of black blood show his path as he drags himself on knowing if he can get to one of the few still standing robot stocked hospitals they can bring him back even from the door of death make him stronger than he ever was. He will track them down and they will pay for underestimating the planet of Varloudal they never hurt anyone they were mostly a science planet but now.... now their would be a new legacy forced by their last son. A legacy of blood and pain. He drags himself through the door before collapsing in the centre of the floor. The robots, sensing life, rush forward lifting him onto a trolley and whisk him off to an operating room. For two days they work tirelessly as only mecha can reconnecting broken blood vessels reworking his optical nerves to take new 'eyes' that would work with his new limited field of vision. Tubes are embedded in his skin to replace the lost and broken veins, nerves and even muscles. A silver core is placed in his chest where his failing heart used to be. His entire body almost is reworked until he is unrecognisable to even himself. They put him in a recuperation room and await his reawakening. It is another week before his mind recovers significantly to allow him to wake. His first few movements with his new body are jerky at best, too fast and too uncertain but soon he regains control over his body. He blinks a few times as he gets used to his new vision, or should that be visions? His new eye implants enable him to shift between the true visible spectrum, Infra-red, night scope style vision and a couple he had no true words for though one seemed to enable him to see... energy patterns would be the best way to describe them.
He looks in the mirror at his new face, unable to actually see where his eyes are as part of his face seems to have almost 'melted' if you will causing folds of skin to be over where his eyes were though he can still see out from under them. He studdies himself his once pure red skin now interdispirced with black patches no doubt from the synthetic skin they would have had to use to repair too damaged parts of his body. He watches interestedly as some of the tubes seem to pulse intermittently and he realises that some are replacements for his veins. His hand wanders up to his chest tracing over the plate affixed there. His hand goes lower unwilling to look down there but he finds out, much to his pleasure, that he is still 'in tact' down there and no doubt still able to perform. He knows he cant afford to stay here much longer the planet is dying and it will be years before the environment will be liveable once more. He heads out the hospital wandering the streets heading towards one of the few military bases on the planet. If he was going to take a ship it may as well be one equipped for war. He weeps silently as he stares at the broken bodies of his fellow Varloudalians and he takes it all in locking in the horrors and tragedies around him almost hoping that they will all haunt his dreams so he will never forget why he does this. He knows where he must go first, Daysiaari, renowned for their cybernetic body enhancements. He may have had his body enhanced but what he was going for was further upgrades... weponized upgrades. If nothing else he wants at least some kind of arm blades as an ace in the hole. He enters the base searching for one of the intact space worthy ships when he sets his eyes on it. The black dawn, pride of the Varloudalian fleet perfect for what he needed. He heads inside glad to see the key was left in the ignition but even more glad to see he wouldn't have to put any of his kin out before lifting off. He sits in the captains seat knowing he will be able to fly it solo with his increased reaction speeds. In no time at all he has the ship prepped for takeoff. He blasts off into space setting course for Daysiaari.
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