"What exactly—do you mean by that?" Jinn narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping in.
"Don't worry!" Amaron reassured Jinn. "I promise—no harm will come to you" his tone, positive.
Observing how Amaron ordered the medics around and how one of them flinched in fear because of him. Jinn thought that this, Amaron—actually knows what he is doing.
As Amaron continued to calibrate the machine he is working upon, the medics moved around each and every corner of the room. Opening various containers to which stored odd liquids and tools that will be used on Jinn's operation.
After a while, the medics also started calibrating multiple machines—their fingers tapping and swiping across multiple projections on the machine's screen as it showed multiple numbers and oddities—too complex for the likes of Jinn to understand.
"I don't know what they're doing. But they seem to be good at it" Jinn muttered to himself as he continued to observe the medics scouring through the area.
"But of course, each and every person inside this room are experts in their own craft—sponsored by the great House of Sorellia!" exclaimed Amaron—still able to hear even Jinn's silent mumblings due to his top grade ear tech.
"Well, except for me—I was kidnapped and enslaved by Venedix and forced to work for her—for exactly 897 years! " Amaron exclaimed as he continued to calibrate.
"Wait, then you're a slave—like me?" Jinn raised one of his eyebrows in curiosity.
Amaron replied with a chuckle. "Well, yes—and no" his multiple fingers snapping and clicking on the panel of a machine. "But that's a story for another time."
After a while of each medic calibrating their respective machines, one of them started to bring out a small container which made a subtle hiss after it was opened.
From within, multiple small glass containers were sorted in an orderly fashion, the fluid from within glowed slightly blue—a contrast to the slightly dark room they were in.
The medic then went on to inject each of the machines with the mysterious fluid, the machine whirred resoundingly as if it were brought to life.
Afterwards, the medic went on to inspect each machine briefly, before writing something on the chart he held.
"NeuroLink fluid successfully administered to the machines, Master Amaron," said the medic before walking towards Jinn.
Jinn instinctively glared at the medic that approached him before asking him. "What are you trying to do now?" his body on edge.
The medic briefly looked at Amaron before replying, "It's best not to move, child—I am merely following Master Amaron's orders" extending one of his hands to inspect Jinn's injured eye, prodding his eyelids open.
Jinn winced in discomfort as he gritted his teeth, while the medic further prodded his injured eye open.
Afterwards, the medic brought out an object being stored inside his pocket—a small stick that emitted light, which was shined upon Jinn's injured eye.
The medic inspected his eye for a while before turning off the light, from the tool he just used—before putting it back inside his pocket. He then once again began to scribble and write on the chart being held by his hand.
"Eye must be replaced…size…model…" the medic muttered as he wrote—before turning his head towards Amaron—still calibrating the huge machine at the side of the operating table.
"What model shall be used for the eye, master Amaron?"
"Hmm…" Amaron hummed as he tried to think of a model that would be perfect for Jinn—he then turned his head to briefly scan Jinn's injured eye from afar—his eyes turning blue.
"Get him the latest model, the Sivithar Cv43—military grade please."
The medic's head flinched, "Latest model sir? and military grade? Isn't that reserved for—" remarked the medic before being interrupted by Amaron, steam coming out from his mechanical jaw in annoyance.
"Stop asking questions and just do what I tell you to do" Amaron's hands were still calibrating the machine before it made a resounding ding as it glowed green.
"I apologize," the medic bowed slightly before once again asking—this time, on another subject. "What model will be used for the arm?"
"Let's see…" Amaron tilted his head, humming in thought as he scoured through the catalogs of synthetic arms he had memorized in his mind.
Yet he decided, for at least this one—Jinn, must be the one who will decide.
Turning his head to Jinn. "Tell me little Jinn—which do you prefer, guns or swords?" his words filled with anticipation from Jinn's response.
Jinn thought to himself "I've always adored warriors wielding swords from Nevi's stories…" he pauses for a brief moment before looking at Amaron.
"Swords—I prefer swords." his words were sure—not arrogant, not loud nor hesitant, but grounded with certainty.
Amaron nodded, "Very well" before looking at the medic.
"Bring me a model of Xcalibrun—an uncalibrated one."
The medic nodded—this time, with no refusal—before swiftly walking towards a specialized section of the room.
From this room, a vast array of synthetic limbs were displayed, ranging from legs, hands, arms, to fully blown mechanical torsos. The medic then opened one of the specialized containers, retrieving a synthetic arm.
Jinn could see it from afar with his sharp eye, the frame of the synthetic arm was sleek in design. The color of its frame was black as the void while parts of it glowed blue—its energy cracking like lightning.
Jinn with a confused tone evident in his voice, "Why are you doing this all for me?" he said, before continuing.
"Aren't I a slave?"
Amaron looked to his left and right—the coast being clear before leaning in closer to Jinn as he whispered.
"Because you are no ordinary slave, little Jinn" he then continued. "You were supposed to be a chosen vassal for Venedix—but alas, you were proven stubborn"
With a subtle click, Amaron uses his hand to turn on the light attached at the top of the operating table before speaking, "Which in itself is weird—Venedix has not chosen a vassal for a few hundred years already!"
He then looked at Jinn before continuing. "She must have seen something special in you"
"Special inside me? But I'm just a normal kid—there's nothing special about me,"
Jinn's voice lowered before he continued.
"I don't have any military background nor training. I'm just an orphan—abandoned by the people who were supposed to care for me."
Amaron chuckled as he continued to Calibrate the machine at the side. "A person's specialty is not always limited to one's background or physical prowess."
He then places one of his fingers at Jinn's chest.
"Sometimes—it's found in here."
After some time, Amaron successfully finished calibrating the machine—its analogs and data screens swirled as massive amounts of data appeared on its hologram..
He then walked towards each and every machine the medics had calibrated to double-check if the calibration made were free of error in which included dosage values and the like.
"Check…" he muttered before going to another machine. "This one is good too…"
Amaron continued to inspect each and every machine until it was all primed up.
"Allright—all calibrations are set, connect each tube of the Neurolink machines towards the Krelonpholos." ordered Amaron to the medics as he walked back towards the machine he just calibrated earlier.
"Krelonpholos?"
Jhinn wondered as to what the Krelonpholos was—before realizing the machine to which Amaron personally calibrated is the one he was talking about.
After hearing Amaron's order, each medic present in the room connected the tubing from each machine they had calibrated—towards the Krelonpholos.
"All NeuroLink tubes connected" With a resounding click from the Krelonpholos, one of the medics gave a thumbs up.
Another medic approached the operating table as he brought a moveable tray, filled with the materials they will be using when operating Jinn.
Jinn turned his eye towards the tray to see a vast array of tools that will be used on him—every single one looked odd and complex at the same time.
"You ready—little Jinn?" Amaron's hands adjusted the light atop the operating table to shine directly upon Jinn's body.
"What do you think?" replied Jinn sarcastically as he was already leaning back and relaxed at the same time.
Yet of course, deep inside him there was slight emotion of uncertainty.
"Allright, I will be injecting you with a sedating fluid so you won't feel any pain when we operate on you."
Amaron's hand, already holding the syringe before continuing, "Shall I proceed?"
Jinn briefly looked at the syringe Amaron is holding upon his fingers, already primed to inject.
"Just get it done already."
Amaron chuckled. "You and Venedix always have these snarky responses…"
He then pressed the syringe softly on Jinn's neck—piercing it—as it made a soft hiss.
After a few seconds, Jinn's vision grew heavy and dark—he looked at Amaron one last time, seemingly calibrating the synthetic arm as it made a powerful energized sound.
Amaron then looked at Jinn—whose eyes are at the verge of closing.
"Sweet dreams—once you awake, you shall be reborn!" said Amaron Jinn's vision completely fading into darkness.
As Jinn went into a sedated state, the door to the room suddenly opened without warning, hissing loudly.
Amaron—still calibrating the synthetic arm, turned—steam coming out from his jaw, "Who the hell dares to interrupt our—" before lowering his voice—realization setting in.
"Oh…"
Her crimson hair flowed gracefully with the light as the two swords attached at both sides of her hips clunked as she moved closer to Amaron.
"H-Hail Venedix!" shouted by the medics in unison as they saluted her, fear evident in their eyes.
Without speaking, Venedix handed Amaron another synthetic arm she had personally brought.
Her eyes looked at the military grade synthetic arm that Amaron was calibrating—her eyes twitched in disappointment.
"Fool, how could the boy grow, if you were to give him powerful tools at the start"
Venedix exclaimed as he looked down upon Amaron, his body emitted fumes as he slightly shook in fear.
Amaron looked at the synthetic arm Venedix had given him.
"W-What the hell is this junk!?" he exclaimed, mustering his courage to respond.
The arm that Venedix had brought was poor in condition, scratches across it's frame whilst some of its armor was falling apart.
"You will attach this to him, as per my order—else, you and the other medics shall die by my blades."
Venedix's terrifying aura started to fill the room, suffocating the medics as their legs trembled.
Amaron, anger building inside him—exclaimed, "Do you want the boy to die in the slave rituals?" his voice filled with rage as his fumes started to hiss loudly than before.
"This arm will not suffice!"
"Then he shall die—and I shall be wrong" Venedix's tone became more serious.
"Wrong to expect something was great inside him."
Venedix then slammed the arm at a table near Amaron, her cape fluttered when she turned to leave.
Dreadful silence began to fill the area as Amaron and the medics were left to their own.
Amaron walked towards the table where Venedix had placed the arm she had brought. His eyes turned blue as he inspected the arm, observing its frame, conduits, and it's energy tanks.
The synthetic arms is a dud by Amaron's standards. It did not support energy tanks nor does it have any special characteristics. Yet despite its poor condition, it still retained the capabilities for a neurolink.
"Fine..." Amaron sighed.
Without hesitation, he initiated a quick maintenance sequence—one of his arms unfolding into multiple tools that swiftly worked to repair the damaged components.
He looked at it one last time, "Shit…" he muttered to himself as this synthetic arm truly did not have anything special to it. He then realizes that this arm wouldn't make any difference to Jinn's regular arms—making him just as any regular child.
He then looked at Jinn with concern.
"Your journey will be a rough one, kiddo"