Reaching the third floor Leviathan exits the lift, his robes flutter as he quickly moves towards the center chair “The last time I was here I could barely walk, cant believe a few days have already passed.” sitting down he begins to tap on the armrest of the chair.

“If I want to leave this planet I need to either storm the royal palace, or befriend them somehow” tapping rhythmically on the chair with one hand and stroking his chin with the other Leviathan begins to think. “Based on those guys from earlier and what B8 told me, Level one planets don't seem to be much of a threat….I think it's time to Implement my idea”

After waiting for twenty minutes a half foot tall black B8 enters the floor “Master, the guns and the mining robots are on the ship. I moved around 10 tons of shadow iron to the second floor med room, with the amount of circuitry in the hydro pod I should be able to make another three million bots.”

“Good, B8 do you know how to fly this ship? I’m ready to leave this camp. While this place is safe, it is a ticking time bomb. We need to sell the ores and ditch the ship”

“Master, leave it to me” As B8 walks over to the control panel his entire body breaks up into a black mist, drifting forward the mist begins to seep into the plugs of the control panel. Lights begin to flash and beeps sound, after a few seconds the entire ship begins to rumble. From what sounds like the ship itself comes B8’s voice “Master, we are getting ready for lift off, what is our destination”

Opening his eyes a little bit wider “So fast? I guess Tech Level six Nanobots are no joke...B8 is there a place where we can go to sell this, the ore and the ship? preferable not the place where it was bought?”

“Master, there are no such thing in the logs, but If we get near I can scan to see what city it is and maybe pull something up”

“Hmm, That will have to do. Lets just fly to the west”

After he finishes speaking the ship begins to rumble, looking out the window one can see dust and black smoke rising in a plum. After a few seconds the ship begins to rise. As the ship lifts off the ground it begins to rotate slowly, while rotating the ship begins to move forward.

Leviathan seeing that the ship is rotating furrows his brow “B8 why is this ship so shitty? the way it flyes is not cool at all”

“Master, I’m also not sure why it flies like this, but remember that this planet is rather poor”

Looking around in the air for a camera or something to talk to he decides to just talk to the control panel “How long will it take for you to make your new bots?”

“Master, It should take around ten hours.” the black mist exits from the control panel and reforms the half foot tall black figure “Now that the ship has taken off I will now focus on making them”

“Wait, I want you to send…” looking at the tiny B8 “ three million golden bots for me to experiment with”

Silence flows in the room for a moment as the AI and Al’muthar look at each other “Master, that would increase my production time by thirty-seven minutes.”

“Thats OK, what I want is not that difficult”

“Master, I will be right back” Tiny B8 walks quietly towards the lift, and descends. After waiting for three minutes a golden foot and a half tall B8 appears. “Master, I have returned”

“Ok, good B8 just come stand next to me for now, there are some things I’ve been wanting to try” Looking out the window for a moment as the ship slowly moves over the forest Leviathan begins to think. After pondering for a few moments he raises his left hand, clicking on the computing app on his personal computer causes the same screen for earlier appear.

Using his fingernail he begins to draw on the app, tracing out a simple oval design. Nodding his head he draws a simple line in the upper middle area of the oval, Looking over towards B8 he smiles. “Ok, B8” showing it the design on the screen “I want you to turn into this, instead of being flat I want it to cover my entire head. Also I want this slit to be where my eyes are, can you do it?”

Looking at the screen for a moment, from the torso up B8 turns into a golden mist that begins moving onto Leviathans face. Completely shrouding his face for a moment, a helmet begins to take shape. A golden egg sits upon white robes, showing a very percurlier scene. After a few seconds the egg begins to reduce in size and forms a more streamlined design, as it incorporates his neck as well to not look like a ball stuck on someones head. After morphing to look more like a proper helmet, a narrow slit streaks across the mask revealing a slight red glow underneath.

As his vision return Leviathan walks towards the window to catch a glimpse of his reflection. Seeing the golden helmet reflected in the window Leviathan raises his hand and begins to feel it, if one didn’t know this was made of individual robots they could never tell As the thought comes into his head its as if his entire body was struck by lightning causing him to freeze “Hahaha Hahaha Muhahahah!” his already deep voice is amplified by the mask causing his laughter to sound like thunderclaps, If anyone else was to see this scene they would think a man of true evil was born.

“Small! B8 we have been thinking to small!” grabbing the mask on his face he begins to pull “B8, return to your humanoid form” at his master's orders the mask breaks into a golden mist, returning to the legs to reform its body. “B8 I want you to use it all! everything that is not needed to fly the ship I want you to turn it into a bot! And when you find a city suitable for trade that sells in ships and metals, do not enter it, but land close to it”

Leviathan’s shoulders rise up and down as he chuckles to himself “This is not earth, I am no longer bound by its rules….Fair trade? I have grade six Tech on a level one planet! Hahahahah I was almost a fool!”

After receiving its masters orders the golden B8 breaks into a mist and begins to devour the control panel, similar scenes was happening all over the ship, from the Mining droids, to the elevator, and even the outer door. Anything with circuits and metal were being devoured.

As they flew over the forest Leviathan remained seated in the central chair, looking at the controls being devoured. Rising to his feet he walks towards the window are the limits to telepathy communication through the mind? No, I refuse to believe that something that increases my stats so fast can be reduced to just that, plus its still at the basic level putting his hand on the glass he feels that his psi is once again full.

Looking at the forest below him focuses his power into a straight line until it hits the forest floor, reading the simplistic minds of any animal it passes over.

Food

Food

Sneak, kill

Hide

Sleepy

Getting different response he shortens the distance, from the ground to just the tree tops, and instead of reading their minds he projects his Ahhhhhhh!

Birds begin to take off into the air, frightened by the sudden scream in their head. Focusing on one particular bird that has risen in front of the ship, he uses the remainder of his psi to send a message FALL! Screaming into the birds head causes to pause for a moment before it continues to fly away.

Psi 0/179

Int +18

Psi 18/197

*Tsk* Clicking his tongue he watches the bird fly away “Even the mind of a bird is to advanced to overload it, maybe insects would be instantly killed.” Shaking his head he looks at the control panel “B8, what's the progress?”

Silence follows for a moment “Master, following your orders I have begun the process of making more bots, since I am no longer limited to just using the shadow iron the speed has increased. Using half the gold bots to process the shadow iron bots and the other half to make steel bots out of the ship, which in turn move over and make more shadow iron bots. But at this rate I will run out of circuitry that is non critical for flight before metal.”

“Any cities yet?”

“Master, I have detected two cities, but after checking comm traffic neither deal in the trade in ships or metals"

“That's fine, trade is no longer important to our plans. Pick any of the two and land a few miles out of view. Forget the shadow iron for now and make as many steel bots as you can, then after we land you can use anything you need from the ship to make them out of shadow iron.”

“Master, it will be done" as B8 finishes speaking the ship changes direction, flying more north west. Focusing all on its attention on making steel bots a tide of gold, silver, and a splotch of black move through the ship like ants.

After flying for two in a half hours, on the edge of the forest, towering steel buildings come into view on the horizon. Looking at the rows of buildings a smile creeps on Leviathan’s face “finally here, B8 set the ship down in the forest a few miles away. How's the droid situation?”

“Master, the current count is 30 million gold droids, 12 million steel droids, 3 million abysnic droids, and 760 thousand shadow iron droids.”

“After landing make as many shadow iron bots as possible. But I want you to use the the steel bots for something else, bring them here.”

The ship slows its flight as it begins its descent, and at the same time Leviathan strips his clothes. Standing in the nude leviathan looks at the personal computer, thinking for a moment he tosses it towards the golden bots refining the control panel. Digging in the pack he removes the three sacks of coin, as he does millions of silver nanobots crawl out from the lift.

“Ok B8, use the steel bots to cover my entire body, like a second layer of skin” spreading his arms to the side and opening his legs slightly he looks as the bots begin to swarm his feet. As the bots ascend Leviathan, in their wake the once blue skin is replaced by a silver luster. As the arrive at his crotch Leviathan winces as the cold metallic bots encase his penis and scrotum. Moving up his waist he begins to feel the increased weight, activating the ring he lessens the gravity on the bots. As the bots cover his hands his fingernails turn from being black points to steel talons, another finger made completely out of bots is formed, moving up his chest and nearing his neck “B8, when you reach my head make the helmet from last time" as if responding to his master's call a greater number of steel bots surged towards his head. As all 12 million bots settle a silver skinned man stands in the room.

Looking at his body through the slit in the mask he begins to rub his fingers along his palms. No feeling of touch is transmitted through the new ‘skin’ but his movement is not limited. “B8 if your core remains here will you be able to respond if I ask something?”

“Master, It should not be a problem to divide my attention. With every bot I make my abilities are enhanced, so for now Two separate consciousness is my limit.”

“Can you make more AIs?”

“Master, I do not have the ability, splitting myself and creating a new intelligence is different.”

“Ok, lets go. When you speak to me try and only transmit your voice in the helmet” reaching down he begins to put his clothes back on, picking up the sacks of coins he ties them to his waist. Flipping up the hood he begins to move towards the lift, seeing that it's gone he jumps while lessing gravity around him.

Landing on the bottom floor he sees the bots swarming around the shadow iron “B8 if anything comes to the ship, kill it" walking forward he leaves the ship.