The form tilted its head slightly, and, despite being expressionless, seemed to emanate some sense of satisfaction.
"Then, as the flesh has already taken form, if not consciousness, we shall continue our preparations to meet this end. Even then, be aware, for there can be only one mind in the flesh. There will be only one sacrifice to the shell, and only one mind in it's body. This sacrifice shall be you, and in due time you shall become the fitting peak of the heritage of this shell. Your faithful followers shall be granted a similar fate, however."
The form waived it's hand towards a monitor on the wall which flickered to life. A view of distant spaces crosses the screen. A yellow sun in a dense asteroid field is accented by Gallic Lanes. The view shifts towards a cloud near a blue planet, and then again to the interior of the cloud. A station accompanied by an old battlecruiser floats silently, only being disturbed by the occasional fighter. Further still, within the station, crew quickly attend to multiple wings of fighter and bomber craft. The seats in the cockpits have tendrils reaching forward, as if they were talons prepared to grab the first person to sit in the seat.
"The faithful will serve the shell eternally, and will bear the distinction that your shell bears. They shall become as flesh in a shell, just as you. At all times will your shell be attended to, and not once shall it be found under threat. The most vile of the armies of Darkness will struggle to combat you, and you shall always be offered escape through maneuverability of yourself and your followers that they could never hope to attain. When such a time has come, you and they will become as we are, Light manifested."
As Sh'ozak finished speaking, a few women in old Kusari Naval Forces uniforms rushed past. Inaudible whispers emanated from the Advisor, from the walls, and from the people in the station.
"At this time we are preparing an interface in the flesh. For now, you may enter and leave it, so that you may learn to control a new body. When the flesh learns to feed off of the abundant energy in the vast seas, however, you will be unable to leave it again, and you will become one with it. When this comes to pass, the faithful will be given their new bodies and shells as well."
Wisps of mist rose from the floor to form a ghostly appearance of wings spread in a broad extension, and the form smiled ever so slightly. "Look upon the good works you shall soon do, and rejoice. A perfect culmination of your history is before you, and soon you shall bask in great radiance, so that none of your own may experience weariness and dissatisfaction again."
