His blade lashed out as he let go of his grip against the beast's mouth, metal flesh parting as he severed it as it was made to eat him. The beast didn't have time to react or respond. It fell, taking him to the ground covered with silver blood and he was left spitting it out. Turning he saw the great machine broken before him and smeared the metal blood from his face. It didn't move, he raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his hand splattered with the blood, covered with a twisted pattern from his spinning as he slew it. His other hand that had been out of the way when he attacked was free of the splatter so he reached and the metal gave almost like flesh just a touch harder and not in the same way. He tried to pull it off but the material seemed to be latched onto his own flesh, his hand shot up touching where the blood had splattered over his eye. It didn't impair his vision in fact he would say he felt better than ever. With a mental command a scarab came to him and he looked at himself with exterior eyes. His body was crisscrossed by silver lines where it hit his flesh, threw his damaged armor and his right eye looked back for all the world to a silver orb.
His journey back to the Tomb with the beast would give him much time to consider his pity for the humans. His body wasn't a mortal human it was made better, as clearly as he honed his own craft he was the result of someone's honing of fleshcraft. Humans were not; they had only natural body's built by slow and random methods. Horrible disease riddled lives would follow them,cut short by age and chance. They didn't even have the light of purpose or meaning to guide them just drifting without. He would suffer that burden for them. Take his place as guide as he ushered them beyond moral forms though he would need to find how. Trazoekh had made mention of the Necrontyr being given metal bodies. If he could get that information perhaps he could remove age from their little miserable existence. Though his own body surely held the gencraft that could turn them away from such horrid lives. Regardless of the path he would choose he swore he would aid those miserable wretches and pull them from their suffering.
He returned to Trazoekh who had made some progress and the ancient machine turned to him. "Interesting composites. Ah, the experimental weapon." Without a deeper word the Necrontyr went back to his labors and Ferrus did the same, crafting new machines to replace those he lost. He watched for years as Trazoekh directed his growing forces and he saw weakness of age wearing away as he grew more used to his new activity, long years of rest being washed away and Ferrus felt emotion disruptive and dangerous in his heart.
[][Emotion] Fear
The Necrontyr represented power if Trazoekh fully recovered Ferrus could be in danger. That could not be allowed.
[][Emotion] Worry
The Necrontyr beyond Trazoekh could be dangerous but Ferrus had strength and cunning to manage.
[][Emotion] Hope
It would take time but through Trazoekh Ferrus would be able to speak with other Necrontyr and learn even more. To sharpen skills on other impossible tasks.
His labors never stopped and as he prepared he continued other works.
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[][Work] Craft More Machines
To gain power Ferrus needs to have an army at his command and so he would build one.
[][Work] Flesh Forge
He would discover all he could about the Necrontyr method of accession so that he could help the people.
[][Work] Genecraft
He would discover all he could about the nature of his own body so that he could help the people.
[][Work] Control
He would take over so that he could begin his many projects to uplift the people and give them meaning.
[][Work] Iron Eye
Ferrus was affected by the living metal blood his new eye sees the world differently and he would take his time to wring out any of its secrets.