What was in front of me was not what I was expecting. I was expecting a man in a cockpit like the other knights. And while that was still technically true. The man, or rather woman, was more machine.
Cables, electronics and other gizmos and doohickies were invading her body, piercing through her pale, thin skin, her bones.
The woman's arms were outstretched either side of her. Her hands were encased in blocks of metal. I couldn't see below her lower torso anywhere. If she still had one, it was lost in the machinery.
The top half of the woman's head was encased in a visor of sorts, impeding her vision. She just stood, or rather was suspended there, mouth agape as she breathed softly.
"Who is th-re? Are you a n-w brother? Come closer. I know my form is qu-te the sight. But I am no threat."
The woman's neutral voice kept cutting out every so often and her voice, even with the robotic modulation, sounded weak and tired.
