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[color=a187be]Level 8 - EXP 89/80 -> LEVEL UP![/color]
The Midnight Walk - Spire 04
[b]Word Count:[/b]2416 +59EXP [/center]
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From the beginning of accepting this adventure to help Adam and Eve destroy the Alpha Naytiba, Ramattra was not expecting an easy return to the surface of Galeem’s fabricated world. In fact, the entire intention behind asking Mokou to borrow her oddly-shaped space apparatus was in the event that there was an emergency that expelled Ramattra into space. Fortunately, the second Ramattra had heard of the alerts of the Alpha Naytiba all around the peak of the space station, he rushed to the center of the arena, snatched the fading spirit of the Democrawler for himself, then hightailed it to the outside of the armory, where he temporarily stored the Space Suit, and quickly collected it so that he may equip it in an emergency.

He returned to the company of his allies just as the last sequence of events was underway. Part of the Omnic was disappointed he hadn’t taken the chance to search through the abandoned armory for valuable resources, but quickly realized he was correct to trust his own intuition. The Space Station was being torn apart by the true Alpha Naytiba, and the Democrawler they had defeated was merely one of its many pawns. Ramattra didn’t even have time to equip the Space Suit before being swept off his feet into the vacuum of space almost immediately. 

While animated by the weightlessness around him, Ramattra tried his best to make out what was happening around him. Between trying to stabilize himself and keeping his circuits calm under pressure, the whole ordeal was quite a flash in his memory bank, but it would be nearly impossible to forget the grandiose view above the surface of the world, along with the ginormous watcher nearby, who was swiftly dealt with by Adam, who unveiled his secret identity as Raphael Marks. 

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The normally stoic Omnic returned to the surface shaken and slightly battered from space debris. Hearing the explanation offered by Raphael earned an ironic harumph from Ramattra, who found humor in the man-made god’s performance, declaring his wishes for atonement. The Omnic kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to make enemies or begin any arguments after such a long and exhausting travel. It was incredibly clear, though; Ramattra’s opinion on Raphael was extremely negative, especially for a human.

The first thing Ramattra wanted to do for the evening before settling down for the evening was to return the Space Suit he borrowed back to Mokou. With a curt nod, the Omnic set it down before her. [color=bc8dbf]“Thank you for lending this to me. It is in the same condition you loaned it to me in.[/color]” No other words were exchanged between the two, as Ramattra left her company just as quickly as he had entered it. 

The rest of what he wanted to get finished for the day, he thought, would be best to finish in the safety and debatable comfort of the Stagecoach. He sat for a moment in the chair that Sandaphlon normally operated on, relaxing his worn circuits for only a moment before quickly getting to work. His main objective was finding purposes and homes for the Spirits he had collected, which totaled lots and lots of spirits from Moas, Ospreys, and Sentryborgs, plus one Democrawler Spirit. 

A glance at the armory confirmed that they had indeed not collected any resources from similar spirits yet, so rather than run the risk of gaining abilities with niche purposes, he decided that fluffing the armory up some couldn't hurt. [color=bc8dbf]"Now, If I can recall, Edward had shown me like..."[/color]Setting aside the more notable spirit from the Democrawler he had just fought, Ramattra formed his mechanical hands around the large clump of minor spirits, crushing them all into a small pile of weapons and loot! [color=bc8dbf]"This!"[/color]

[center][hider=Items obtained][b]Nano Spores[/b] x483 Fibrous technocyte tumor. Handle Infested tissue with caution
[b]Refined Metals[/b] x2 High quality smelted allows used for mechanical exoskeletons 
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/qZIccge.png]Mutagen Mass[/url][/b] This living mass can produce weaponized toxins for weaponry 
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/oyMlAqK.png]Vengeful Strike[/url][/b] A mysterious object known as a mutator, which can be applied to a melee weapon. By default, it increases melee damge by 23% when the wielder is below 50% health. It can be upgraded up to ten times using upgrade materials it would take to level up a weapon ten times. Each upgrade increases the bonus damage by 3%. At level 10, it also increases crit chance by 15% when the wielder is below 50% health. It can be removed from a weapon and applied to another with a few minutes' finegling 
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/85STCGA.png]Smart Gun[/url][/b] A grotesque fusion of technology and alien flesh. It is a machine gun with middling accuracy, 4.24/s fire rate, 30 round magazine, and 1.6s reload time. If thrown at a surface, it will stick to that surface and become an automatic turret that fires at enemies until it runs out of ammunition or is recovered. Accepts long gun, primary, assault rifle, and universal ammo 
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/X9S7JkQ.png]Grotesque Widget[/url][/b] A strange device that seems to be melded from flesh and bone. It is capable of remotely firing synapses in biotechnological weapons or devices from up to about 20 feet away, activating or deactivating them, or causing them to malfunction. It seems to require no energy source, and it is faintly warm to the touch[/hider][/center]

Ramattra examined the odd collection of items, most of which were biological in origin. With much of what was created looking like it was still alive, The Omnic examined it carefully from an arm’s length before deciding to handle anything. Ramattra was no scientist or engineer, so many of the crafting materials true value was not immediately apparent to him, so they were quickly set aside in the Armory. The items that earned the most attention from him were the weapons and tools. [color=bc8dbf]"It would be nice if I knew what this nonsense was."[/color] He muttered to himself.

While the Smart Gun appeared to be a highly valuable weapon, Ramattra had not used a firearm in such a long time that his effectiveness with it would be amateur. He thought that, perhaps, it would be better in the hands of a marksman like Sandaphlon or Ed, or at the very least somebody who could shoot a gun. Though the Vengeful Strike mod sounded good on paper, Ramattra didn’t have any melee weapons other than the Buckler, which didn’t provide much outside of its ability. With plenty of swordsmen to make better effectiveness of the modification, Ramattra put both the Smart Gun and Vengeful Strike in the armory with the materials.

One item is now laid before him on the table, The Grotesque Widget, which, according to its description, could be quite valuable. Its boundaries of use would need to be tested, and with only twenty charges, its use would be limited. Ramattra held onto the item, convinced an item like such would be most effective in the hands of a tactician. 

Happy with the haul from the common spirits, the Omnic now turned to the spirit of the Democrawler they had just defeated. One thing Ramattra was convinced about in this odd new world was that you can’t be afraid to turn into a monster in order to acquire strength… Or maybe the Alchemist Spirit he fused with earlier had just dampened his intuition. Either way, he knew absorbing major spirits like this would grant him quite the bonus, or he could play it on the safer side and equip the Democrawler as a Striker, like Edward had explained to him. 

It took Ramattra quite some time to contemplate what to do with this spirit. Of course, the Democrawler had proven itself quite formidable in strength in ability, but would it be worth a permanent change? Or would the limitations of Strikers weaken the once-impressive feats the monster had displayed? He grabbed the spirit in the stretched-out metallic digits and began to exit the Stagecoach. [color=bc8dbf]“If I must become a monster to survive this world, then so be it.”[/color] He muttered to himself before absorbing the fading energy from the spirit while walking alongside the Coach.

[center][hider=For Ramattra]Notable spirit consumed: [b][url=https://i.imgur.com/KQEiw5u.png]Democrawler[/url][/b] The host's torso has become proportionately larger and more rounded. The majority of the new bulk is organic matter grafted and integrated into the existing cybernetics. A curtain of inarticulate tentacles limply down around his legs like a waistcloth, and he now has three mechanical legs with an additional joint in each, making them look less human. His armore exoskeleton now has a face motif, with plates stylized like interlocked faces on his shoulders, chest, and so forth. The host's personality is now more given to wrath and resentment. This spirit confers the Power [b]Siderite Scimitar[/b], allowing the host to manufacture a large curved greatsword within his body that can then be pulled out and wielded. The serrated scimitar is a powerful and durable weapon capable of inflicting grievous Slash damage and status, and it can also act as a conduit for cosmic energy, potentially even space or quantum magic. The Scimitar scales with Ramattra’s Nemesis From. This spirit confers the Weakness [b]No Left Arm[/b], which...yeah[/hider][/center]

Ramattra immediately took notice of his lack of an arm, which he honestly expected, given The Democrawler’s lack of any as well, though he stumbled awkwardly for a moment getting used to the feeling of having one leg too many. The tentacle-like appendages that now made up his upper and lower torso definitely helped him balance forward at the very least, but it seemed their use was limited since they weren’t jointed. While the lack of a second arm would definitely prove to be a hindrance, Ramattra made a mental note that he could get his arm replaced if he was lucky or could find a way to undo the spirit fusion. [color=bc8dbf]"Tsk-. That wretched thing made my body all sorts of out of order."[/color]

Suddenly, as if instinctively, Ramattra felt an itch buried deep in his chassis, specifically the fleshiest parts of his body. [color=bc8dbf]"No matter."[/color] The Omnic reached between a loose intersection of flesh and amalgamated metal in his chest with his only free hand, and began to clutch a heavy-bladed sword, which, as unsheathed from his core, revealed a large scimitar blade, which would’ve been unwieldy if Ramattra weren’t large and bulky.

He waved the blade around for a moment in Omnic form, feeling its weight sitting awkwardly in his hand. Ramattra was not programmed nor proficient in sword fighting. In his hands at the current moment, the blade was clumsy and without method. If he wasn’t keen on learning how to best utilize this new extension of himself, he would be put off at the idea of learning how to fight with a sword. [color=bc8dbf]"Aha! A weapon? How curious."[/color]

He retired the sword into the mysterious cavity it was found within. The Omnic found it peculiar that the blade seemed to be a connected part of him rather than a separate weapon, but found the idea of having a guaranteed weapon at all times somewhat reassuring.

Then a second thought crossed Ramattra’s mind; was this spirit impacted by his Nemesis form? A quick test was all that was needed, so he transformed his configuration, the draping flesh tendrils over his abdomen staying the same size regardless of his change in shape. Ramattra seemed disappointed for a moment as this likely meant that his thought was wishful thinking, however revealing the blade again showed that it had nearly doubled in size, being even more unwieldy then before- with only Ramattra’s brutish strength making it possible to lift and swing. 

The Omnic was- in the present- happy with the results of his fusion and had his new intentions now to learn how to most effectively control his blade. At his current skill level, he would be no better then the Democrawler. He returned it within his chassis and converted back to Omnic form. Ramattra noticed some of his anger and resentment he set aside for this long quest he has accepted to return to his world, which he knew immediately was caused by his fusion as well.

Remembering his hatred towards humanity, now fueled by the spirit of horrifically mutated humans, the Omnic’s resolve to save his people back home hardened. Looking down at his bare, now singular, hand, the Omnic would recall his methodology- and how he was saving Omnics from extinction by control. [color=bc8dbf]"The Seekers would function a lot faster if we had the power of Null Sector behind us."[/color] A small, translucent dome would form in Ramattra’s hand, composed entirely of nanites, an object that when put on a robotic entity’s head, would make him subservient to his will.

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Level up- New ability for Ramattra - Indoctrinate

Ramattra can temporarily recruit minor robotic entities on the verge of death. Ramattra can only have one indoctrinated follower at a time, however the follower can wield any weapon and retains its skill set. Indoctrinated followers are indicated by a large dome-shaped device on top of their head, and behave not dissimilarly to resurrected dead. If the device is destroyed with the life of the follower intact, the follower will be free from Ramattra’s command.
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Ramattra knew his power to command robots will was limited in this world since he was in a weakened state with no army left to serve him. It was these grassroots he remembered from the rage of the Democrawler spirit that reawakened his presence to control Omnics, and a special bonus in this world- other robotic entities. The Omnic nodded in contemplation as he deformed the nanites back into his form. With this ability he would be able to increase the number of meaningful entities on White Team, as well as lay the foundation to create more forces later for the Seekers. [color=bc8dbf]"This will do for now."[/color]

Before the Stagecoach made large amounts of headway away from the Spire, however, Ramattra was able to hear chatter and commotion picking up from the distance. He looked back at where the group had just departed from, Adam- or rather Raphael- and Eve were no longer standing in place during their discussion. While the Omnic was never particularly the “nosey-type”, he was curious of Raphael’s proclamation for a second chance, and knew that Sandaphlon would appreciate the intel. Taking shelter along a veil of trees while trying his best to stay hidden and eavesdrop, Ramattra would approach the source of the talking as quietly as he can…