Landing The landing was rough. The Core never did like spitting out an organic form back to ground level. The previous gens, they'd told me it could be a bumpy entrance. I only broke a few bones, my shattered lower legs mended with a few basic sigils. I'd been dropped in the middle of a Guideflame tower complex, by the looks of it. At least it got the location right. I stood up, dusting myself off and straightening my uniform. As of yet, I was the only organic occupant. Finally alone, the feeling of impending doom was a little overwhelming. Sticking my arms out in front of me, I examined my new body, making sure it was all intact and consistent. A quick mirror sigil brought up a reflection hologram. "Really? I'm bald! I'm not supposed to be bald, Ke'rekh!" Her reply took a few seconds to travel back to me. "Oops. Give me a second to fix it." I ran my hand over the smooth-skinned skull. I looked like a rock mole. As I stood glaring at the hologram, I saw the hair propagate through. I reached up and felt soft, curly hair.
