[i]A silence and a miasma of black swathed the face of Irina as a breathing mask was carried by a cloud, composed of trillions of tiny nanites that brought it to her. Elsewhere in the room was a second swarn, prepping the new limbs and the motor whilst a third swarm set up the gas valves and pumped a tranquilization agent into the body of the Vileblood. The last thing she saw was a chrome black, shifting about. -------------------- Upon Irina awakening, the blackened cloud that restricted her vision to nothing was gone, nothing more than a simple man of a midnight black colour with a matching trench coat on, for that ominous cyberpunk-esque look to the neo-futuristic vibe that the entire place gave off. The operation was a success, Irina's limbs were replaced with carbon fibre skinned prosthesis with muscle and bone made of trillions of EMP-hardened nanites, and a robotic arm inside in the event she would lose the nanites to a load of magnets or visiting a planet with no magnetic core and field. A V2 motor was installed in her torso, because anything else would get past the sound dampeners installed on the insides of her torso's skin to hide the ace up the sleeve. [/i]