A second later, Rubar slides to a halt against the side of the building. Zaoaura sparks next to him. Finally regaining her ability to speak, she sputters<span style="color: #FF00FF">What did...how did...why are......ARGH!!!</span>Zaoaura stands in front of Rubar and jabs a finger at his chest, a small spark closing the gap between them.<span style="color: #FF00FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">YOU!!!ALIVE!!!HOW???</span></span>Rubar smiles at her, wincing slightly at the static crackling between then, and simply replies "I'll tell you later..." before leaping a good 10 ft up the wall. The metal coating his hands form into claws again, which he sinks into the wall and uses to climb the sheer surface. There were no windows or doors for him to enter, the only option was the roof. Seconds later, Rubar clambers over the side and freezes, seeing a large lizard creature staring into a hole in the roof. Carefully, he sneakes over next to him and looks into the hole. Seeing the fox-dragon pulling some fancy moves to avoid lasers strewn in the hall below, Rubar is convinced that the lizard is one of the friends the fox-dragon had mentioned. Feeling a little miscevious, he retracts his "claws", sneaks a little closer and touches the lizards tail...<br/><br/>Dr. Wyatt sat at the desk staring intently at it. After a few moments he askes "Are you done?" Silently, the desk melts and reforms into a slightly humaniod shape, which then stands at attention and responds.<span style="color: #CCCCCC"><span style="font-weight: bold">Yes Sir, total assimilation is complete. But if I may comment?</span></span>, the nano creatures voice was odd to listen to containing thousands individual voices speaking in unison...<br/>"Yes, you may..."<br/><span style="color: #CCCCCC"><span style="font-weight: bold">Thank you...there seems to be some sort of information stored in the metal, a kind of "cellular memory", may I access it?</span></span><br/>"By all means!"<br/><span style="color: #CCCCCC"><span style="font-weight: bold">Thank you...accessing......</span></span><br/>After a few moments, the humanoid takes on a more reptilian apperance, growing to 7 feet tall. The hands reform to have only 3 fingers and a thumb, while the feet lengthen about 4 inches and a thumb like appendage sprouts out of the heel; a rear claw for each foot. A long tail, a little over 6 feet in length extends from it's rump, a large lump at the tip reforming into a razor sharp blade a foot in length that extended from the side of  the tail like a sythe. Also large shield like plates of metal formed along the forearms, developing a large slit at the front of each: from which sprung a 3 foot long sword-like retractable blade. Finally the head of the creature changed, resembling an alligator with the hood of a king cobra that extended down it's neck and fused into the middle of it's back.<br/>"Tantomahl...", Dr. Wyatts murmured.<br/><span style="color: #CCCCCC"><span style="font-weight: bold"> You new this creature Sir?</span></span><br/>"Yes......yes, that creature is the one that provided the...the "material" for the arms...". Tears formed at the corner of his eyes at the memories the name Tantomahl brought forth, but before he could continue, he noticed something odd going on out side...it seemed that music was playing, and he heard a voice. Dr. Wyatts turned and faced the door.<br/>"You remember your orders?"<br/>The nanos spoke again, this time using the voice that Tantomahl had once used, a deep base tone with an odd metallic infliction that Dr. Wyatts had found fasinating once. Now it only sent a chill through him: it was fitting that the creature that his company killed to make materials for him should be the one to carry out his order.<span style="color: #777777"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Yes Sir, I'll make it painless Sir...</span></span></span>