[i]A silence and a miasma of black swathed the face of Irina as a breathing mask was carried by a cloud, composed of trillions of tiny nanites that brought it to her. Elsewhere in the room was a second swarn, prepping the new limbs and the motor whilst a third swarm set up the gas valves and pumped a tranquilization agent into the body of the Vileblood. The last thing she saw was a chrome black, shifting about. -------------------- Upon Irina awakening, the blackened cloud that restricted her vision to nothing was gone, nothing more than a simple man of a midnight black colour with a matching trench coat on, for that ominous cyberpunk-esque look to the neo-futuristic vibe that the entire place gave off. The operation was a success, Irina's limbs were replaced with carbon fibre skinned prosthesis with muscle and bone made of trillions of EMP-hardened nanites, and a robotic arm inside in the event she would lose the nanites to a load of magnets or visiting a planet with no magnetic core and field. A V2 motor was installed in her torso, because anything else would get past the sound dampeners installed on the insides of her torso's skin to hide the ace up the sleeve. [/i]

[i]Awakening slowly, the woman only looked down in amazement at the new limbs that she had received, beginning to move them and such before riding from the table she laid upon. All that was etched upon Irina's face was a smirk, a jolly one - not one that was sarcastic as usual.[/i] "Jesus, cowboy...and how would I use the blade configuration, I wonder..." [i]She muttered to herself, twisting her wrist and hand around as if she thought there was some sort of switch or action that activated the blade and grappling hook augmentation.[/i]

[i]As if the aug had a mind of its own, the bottom of Irina's forearm opened up and a rather thin and long yet thick and heavy, two and a half foot long blade shot out of the bottom. It was Damascus Steel, or steel with high amounts of carbon to allow slight bending upon impact to keep it from shattering. Her left hand had its turn now. Her arm tensed up like the body of a man who was being shocked, though no pain came to her. The Nanocyte tossed a syringe of anaesthetic three feet in front of the hand, and with ease it shot out from the wrist and towards the syringe. The hand and wrist were connected by a type of dark grey fibre wire, which means it could have a variety of uses from hauling Irina to places, to even dispatching enemies via tripping them or acting as a garrotte. And as both her augs de-activated themselves, JT walked into the room. "Impressive ain't they? The left arm needs to be tensed from the elbow to wrist in order to make the hook fire, and the right arm only requires you tense it momentarily. The wire for the hook only extends twenty five feet so be careful." [/i]

"Holy shit, they're...they're amazing." [i]That was all that Irina could respond to JT with, as even though she had been living on the planet of Tatakai for a couple of months now, technological successes of the future such as high-tech cybernetics and sci-fi leveled weaponry still heavily surprised the Vileblood.[/i] [i]Noting what the cowboy had said, Irina practiced with the arm blade for a bit, tensing up over and over to see it slide out of her cybernetic forearm, and then return to it's sheath in her arm - after about six tries, she stopped, smiling about it.[/i] "I think I'll get the hang of it. Thanks, truly. I think I already paid you, but if I didn't..." [i]She said, beginning to get her clothing back on as she spoke.[/i]

[i]"Oh trust me, my people siphoned the cash from your account, you're good to go." Take it however you will, JT knew people. Hackers with military-grade hardware can do a lot for a man with customers to attend to and a business to run. [/i]