Blood, rust, machine oil, and the smell of fermenting food poured into his senses.
Joshua activated his optical observation circuits as his soul scan lens recharged. Following a faint hum and a snow screen, the world became clear to his eyes, and he saw a black ceiling, walls with traces of dirt and the corpse of the withering old man sprawled before him.
Briskly shoving away six arms he knew at a glance were machine arms used for repairs, Joshua controlled his current body and got town from the work platform, pondering as he stood on the workspace that was filled with junk and spare parts.
"Body of a puppet."
He muttered quietly, before studying himself: red-black cautionary paint, a humanoid body, heavily damaged external armor with a gaping hole by the abdomen, wherein scattered steel parts and electric sparks flickered. He could sense powerful magical reaction where the armor was damaged.
