The Reaper glanced at Nadriina, as if asking for permission, before leaning the Reaper Rifle against a nearby wall, and then split its hands, the fingers suddenly thinning and lengthening, looking for all the world like something out of a nightmare as its five fingers became fifteen different probes, exploring the insides of the creature, still not speaking. Draiss watched for a moment, before nodding. "Fair enough.<br/><br/>That quote was from a different plane of existence, one where I got the original idea for the shadow stalkers. What it was describing was a metallic lifeform called the Necrons, though no one there, that I know of, is sure what those fiends call themselves. They were the basic idea behind the Shadow Stalkers, though instead of making them immortal killing machines like the Necrons, I gave them each personalities. More difficult to work with, especially when several dozen of them get together without a physical form, as they tend to start blurring together. The more of the intelligences that get together, the worse the blurring, though they do still have disagreements.<br/><br/>Not sure how to really describe it, but the Shadow Stalker's Oversoul, for want of a better term, is what I gave most of their self deciding powers to, though I was glad that they agreed to stay on as the basic fighting force, at least until I have a mortal and outsider one to field. At that point, they will decide if they wish to go their own route, or stay with me for a while longer."