Taking a moment, the violet hued faerie perched himself on a high rock overlooking the city. He was here for gathering. He was merely a tool being used for a greater good. Which was fine with him. He was a semi-programmed drone after all.

Xhaleraxs slender form allowed his head to scan the nearby area that rested some 200 feet below him. His enhanced vision allowed for the scanning of the most miniscule details that surrounded his immediate vision.

He caught sight of the Tonu's workshop and allowed his telescopic vision to gaze through the window of the stone laden workshop.

||Object identified. Retrieve object number zero-six-six-two-one.||

Acknowledged. he responded verbally.

From below a yellow Tonu stepped out of a shop and wiped his brow. He was thankful that a lunch break had come around. Today was a rough day. Ten different orders to be filled and shipped out by day's end.

He sighed heavily and took a seat on a nearby bench. Leaning into the building his gaze rose forward to catch a glint of metallic shining from the building across the road. He raised an eyebrow and sat up straighter, trying to make use of what his eyes were showing him.

That silver glint catching the Tonu's sight was that of Xhal's external cortical implant.

From above, Xhal swooped down and disappeared from the Tonu's sight leaving him in a haze of confusion.

Making his way to the back of the shop, Xhal easily slipped into the Tonu's workshop and grabbed a rather large sparkling crystal core with copper components sticking from it. He analyzed it quickly once over before turning on his heel and making a break the very same way he came in.

By the time the yellow Tonu had gone back into his shop and got ready for work, he stood shaking his head in sheer amazement at the figure he witnessed. He figured someone was out trying to collect a rainbow wurm sitting on the building's face. Kids these days…..

As Xhal recollected himself as he pushed his way through the hazy Moltara atmosphere, he touched a small component on his ear. Returning to base now to begin the final collaboration.

||Affirmative.||

Computer chips and varying wires sat on a smaller table next to a larger table where a shell of a humanoid like frame rested. However, upon a second glance, one would know that the figure laying under a series of hanging lights was not human, nor was it any normal species identifiable on Neopia. It was, in fact, cybernetic. A robotic shell of what looked like an Ixi. Visable fingers on hands that gave off a brilliant green hue lay motionless under metal bindings, keeping the body in place.

Xhal's slender form made it's way into the laboratory, carrying the object he had just brought back from his latest mission. It was the last piece that he needed to make sure that his pet project would be complete.

Passing the table with the robotic shell, he smiled very weakly. You will be in-tuned to our world soon. I'm very sure Lord Sloth will be pleased with you as a new edition to The Organization.

Lord Sloth as in Dr. Frank Sloth. One of the most feared agents in all of Neopia. Deemed as incredibly evil by the Neopian public, he did have a few noble followers who knew of his true plans. Who knew of his true nature. The fear and hatred that many Neopians felt toward the evil mastermind could only be something that was to be expected. After all, he DID try to take over Neopia once or twice.

However, in truth, Dr. Sloth-- or 'Lord Sloth' as called by his Organization members-- was just severely misunderstood. He had some good intentions for those on the planet, though. Mostly involving the unity of the Brotherhood.

Xhal continued to work making sure the crystal to make sure that any imperfections were polished out and the internal nanite structure and advanced particle processor were working as they should.

Once satisfied, he walked over to the robotic shell and opened the chest cavity and then carefully installed the now humming crystal into the structured body.

With sparks flying, Xhal made sure that the crystal was soldered into place before turning the unit on.

The once still and lifeless shell of a robotic body suddenly glowed from the internal chest plate. The eyes of the unit slowly opened from their once closed state and went from a dull red to a very vibrant scarlet. The green fingers attached to the hand that was still bound, slowly moved, full of life.

A faint symphonic beeping could be faintly heard coming from the robot's body before a hauntingly synthetic voice echoed throughout the laboratory. {{Start up sequence complete. Online_ }}

Xhal could only grin. He couldn't believe that his creation was actually WORKING. Of course, getting it activated was the first step. The second, would be to make sure his programming was on track. A series of testing would have to start. Initiate voice recognition sequence. he commanded. Hello to you, I am your creator. Xhalerax.

The bot's head turned to Xhal, allowing it's internal possessor collect the data. It's eyes blinked. {{Voice recognition identified. Xhalerax. Creator. Confirmed.}} So far, so good. Can you tell me who you are? He wanted to make sure what he initally programmed into the core was accessing her processing unit correctly.

{{I am Kiwi Magenta. Killer Ixi With Intent for Malicious and Automated Guns that Emit Nuclear and Total Annihilation. Member of Lord Sloth's internal organization. Top Secret.}}

At least it was responding correctly. Well done, Kiwi. Keep in mind when other voice patterns make themselves known to you, that you do not state that you are within Lord Sloth's Organization. Only if given a series of codes are you to relay any type of internal information. Please confirm if you understand.

{{Confirmed.}} It was great when everything starts to fall in place. Initiate Blending Sequence. It was now time to move on to testing. And with Kiwi's Blending Sequence being activate she would much easier be a helpful unit than a mindless drone.

The same tone that emitted from her body during her power up sequence chimed through. The same symphonic melody in a series set of tones could be heard momentarily. Kiwi blinked, returning her gaze back to Xhal and smiled. Hello creator, Xhal! May we play a game of chess today?

Xhal could only grin. He reached over and unhinged the bindings that kept Kiwi attached to the table and allowed her to jump down from the platform. Of course. But first, we have a few other tasks we need to accomplish first....