The door to the tech-priest's chambers was sealed, and locked from the outside. No sound escaping the massive bulk of metal. Within, Zevion was still scrubbing himself down, the rough sponge being driven over arms that would make a marine envious, powerful with only slight, but still visible body hair on top. A heavy sigh, unchanged by his rebreather filled the air as he let the cool air of hte ship contrast the near scalding hot water he washed with. The man's mostly flesh mind riddled with thoughts, computations, and contemplations... Self pitty, regret, loathing and more played over in his head... That red, metal and glass eye flickering as he stopped to stare at the soft, technological plate on the center of his palms. Electoos, one an inductor/emitter type, the other a communer...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>