Upon the conclusion to his final knock on the aged metal, it gave way slowly, but with a lazy sort of strength, giving way to the large, but poorly kept room. Standing to greet the captain's bodyguard, was one of the eye catchingly beautiful servitors in service to teh ship, the left side of her scalp covered in a metal plate, right eye replaced with an optic port. Skin as pale as death and her remaining hair of a long, black as ink silk which passed her shoulder by a few inches. Several wires protruded from the back of her skull and snaked about before returning under her skin along the upper back, both arms up to the elbows replaced with slender, five digit augmenteries with the same slits as his utility mechadendrite. Adorning both feet were sandals, the corded strappings cris crossing over bare skin clear up to her knees, and she was dressed in nothing but a scarlet tube top and loincloth, scrap fabric likely. However, a number of purity seals hung about her waist, as if to guard something...<br/><br/>In her metalic hands was a single duster, though she bowed and ushered the man in, gesturing to the rooms real occupant, who stood looming over a table, deep in his work. As she moved, a triangle shaped metal plate glinted from her chest, one point intersecting where the cleavage of her small buste should have been A series of clicks excaping her form, binary chatter.<i>"Come, sit where there is room."</i>Zevion ordered his guest, sealing up a heavy vehicle's power box. Turning about, his third arm retracted, folding back over his right shoulder, vanishing into his back once more. Towering over the other man, his remaining human eye narrowed slightly, expectant.<i>"Have they been functioning apropriately? Any malfunctions or rebutals?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>