The sudden idea of bio-drones derailed my previous testing for a bit as I figured out that I actually could make bio-drones, sort of. I tried with flies at first, because the st 38 thousand years somehow failed to extermihe pests and they were still around even on a damned spaceship. The little fuckers zipped around without a care in the world and one of them even tried to suck my blood, ungrateful little shit, it got turned right bato bio-energy. I couldn't trol my little spawns after they separated fully from my body and when I dug through them I found no sign of my white little tendrils running through them. For the batch, I willed a sihread to remain but I still couldn't trol it from afar. Then came telepathy, it was disturbingly easy to trol the tihread with it, it seemed receptive to any sort of psychitrol and I felt like I was a step closer to figuring out what my body inally was supposed to be. Still, trolling the flies through telepathic threads when they could just be snapped or noticed by another psyker wasn't the most useful thing, especially since if I did that I could also use soul energy itself to scout and seuff. Oher hand. For the batch, I gave predetermined orders to fully natural flies and surprisingly they could do them. This was far from an actual hive mind like scouting drones but I could use them without ht at least. Another use for this could be if I didn't want to use the drones for scouting but bat against ehat couldn't damage my psychic threads. I felt like it'd be a waste of bio-energy though. I returned my attention to the prone form of the lifeless e and got to slowly and carefully abs it. I already khe geic tempte but it couldn't hurt to check twibsp;Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly not a single cell was out of pce. I took an unnecessary breath as my forehead morphed along with a se of my brain ected to it before a pure white eye opened up to pliment my two forest green eyes. The experience of seeing the erspective at once was somewhat staggering, my soul could perceive souls in a much rger scope than my third eye but that was it, it was like looking at space from a parium while the third eye saw the -like tumultuous o it was. I saw currents, storms, giant waves washing through ses that it, and small tuhat seemed somewhat calmer than the rest. The overall range of my vision was smaller but I saw more of the than ever before. The two sights overpped, despite my soul floating outside of the as far as I knew. My only idea was that I could still be somehow out of phase, I could be away from the in a way my still humanlike mind found hard to prehend. I knew about theories of higher dimensions above the usual three but I could barely uand the ramifications if any of those were real, still, I imagined myself to be sort of phased in a fourth dimension on a spatial vector which would put me outside of the view of anything operating on the usual three. It was fusing and then again my body shouldn't even be visible to others. Ah, fuck it, ter. My two visions meshed together and the currents and storms appeared oarry sky that was the before this. It was a roiling darkhat tried to corrupt everything, it was destructive and everything but small pockets of light still remained far away from me, even this close, despite the gigantic waves in one dire the twinkling soul on the ship still shone brightly against the dark backdrop. I closed the eye, returning my forehead to a normal huma was ohing to be adept at biomand ao be capable of stealing the genes of a Navigator House from just a few strands of hair. The stuck-up abhumans guarded their geic legacy like ferocious dogs, they'd surely kick up a fuss even if I mao e up with some bullshit reason for why I suddenly had a third eye. From what little I mao figure out from mind-hopping into all the people here who couldn't detect me, even most well-learned Biomancy specialists could maybe morph their body into different shapes row limbs but ging their base geic structure was beyond them, then again there were no well-learned Psykers among the people here, not anymore. Selene was still rather sulky which while unbeing of a Captain, I couldn't fault her for it. The poor Seraphina — As I learned she was called from dubious applications of telepathy — has been rather close with the Captain and there were some rather sdalous rumoing around the crew about the two. I decided it was time for me to have some fun for once, rexing fun, not the ohat left even my neural pathways degraded from thinking. Let's see those fighting pits. ============================================================= Traversing the lower levels of the ship ain and I'd never have found my way back were it not for my edict memory bined with the -Drive being a clear north star for my travels with its dystopian amounts of radiation. Still, it took me han two hours to reach the 'most esteemed' fighting pit on the ship. This part was trolled by a unity of powerful mutants that called themselves the Scav Boys, under unity I mean gang, and under powerful, somewhat above average. If I heard the hout text I'd have thought it was some knock of Ork band but they turned out to be just humans with i eyes and big ass cws for a right hand. The appendage was almost as tough and resilient as it was ugly. "What do ya want?" asked one of the mutants with his buddies standing behind him, trying to appear menag. "Heard you have a nice fighting pit around here," my velvet voice trasted the brash mutant's deep and gruff voice with its meloditonation. I'd always thought my voice was one of my stro points and while I tried enhang it with my powers here, I decided to keep the inal. There was something distinctly alien about hearing my own words e out in an unfamiliar voibsp;"That wee 'ave," He said, running his gaze over my body with a foy curves, "20 Throhe price of getting yer self through me." I found myself staring at this dipshit with a slight sense of awe, here I was, with a damned psma pistol on my waist and dressed in a rather high-quality bodyglove. I looked entirely out of p this dump ahe first thought of the good was to scam me, well that was his first a, his first thoughts involved far fewer clothes on me and whips. I gnced around, both with my eyes and senses and when I turned my gaze ba the small group of cwed men I khere were a bunch of other people in the nearby tunnels and hallways. "You will let me pass and fet ever seeing me." The wave of the telepathic attack smashed into their minds and their eyes gssed over for a sed before they shook themselves awake, rather fused about all of them being in a daze but I ast them by that point. Telepathy told me that while there rice for seeing the matches, this moron wasn't the one colleg them. With a few uses of telepathy, Illusions, and Invisibility I easily got into the spectating crowd currently watg two mutants duke it out. I wasn't sure why exactly I decided that watg two mutated sves beat each other to death would be a great way to spend my time, I just wao do some expl and just eating mutants was rather b. One of them looked like a giant, covered in tough skin and with a deformed head resembling a triangle while his oppo had scales running up his body and one of his arms was a huge cwed leg that wouldn't be out of p a small dragon. The pce smelled, badly. I was tempted to turn my sense of smell off while I was here but I fought through it instead, I'd killed a Lictor, it wouldn't be the stink of sweat, blood, and piss that brought me down. As I watched the lizard-man blocked an ining fist from the giant with his scaled arm. He got pushed bad I saw blood running down his arm where the scales ended and the soft flesh started, the alien appendage was just as much a curse for him as it was the only thing giving him a ce to fight babsp;His cws raked across the tough skin of the rger man as he drove to the side, leaving trails of trig blood behind but not much else as it failed to pee deeply. The giant ighe wounds as they joihe rest dotting his barely clothed body. her of the two was a fighter, the lizardling had some practice but it probably came from beating up others but the giant was a different breed. I could tell he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and a quick peek into his thoughts reinforced that idea. *Smash, Lizard, Hit, Stomp, Swing, Kill, Smash* One was faster and smarter while the other was a knockoff Hulk, I didn't put much hope into the smaller mutant turning the tides but he surprised me when he jumped onto the back of the rger man. He almost slipped as his fingers slid over the giant's sweaty and blood-covered back before he slung his human hand over the other's nebsp;The giant was ever so slow to realize that he was on the back foot for ond failed to grab the hand on his neck before the cwed limb snaked before his fad dug into his eye sockets. "EYESSS, 'T SEEEE!," the giant raged and threw himself around, not even realizing his attacker was still on his back with his cws lunged into his thick skull whehrew himself bad onto the ground. The unfortunate lizard-maing squished into a paste uhe weight of the giant. "GRODD WON ANOTHER ROUND, BUT IT MIGHT BE THE LAST WIN HE SEES IN HIS LIFE." One of the cwed mutants shouted and the crowd erupted in cheers and deep ughter as the huge man y in the gory remains of the man that took his sight. It dawned ohen, I couldn't find even a smidge of pity for the fighters ihe only thing I felt was curiosity about their genes and an overwhelming greed to get my hands on them. What is going on with me? This 't be normal. P3t1

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