Nyth pushes himself up in shock and immediately regrets it after he bangs his head on something hard in the small alcove.
"Ouuuuuuch," hisses Nyth as his vision fills with stars.
"Be careful, master," says a voice.
Nyth looks around in shock, not knowing where the strange voice came from. It sounds neither male nor female, almost like that of a Tech-Priest, but with less static.
"Who is there," asks Nyth, "Where are you?"
"I am Aza," says the voice, as close as if it is right in behind him, "I am a Noble Bond of the Ixa'lor dynasty. My physical form is currently located on my right index finger. My voice is inside your mind. You do not have to speak aloud to communicate with me. I can read your thought processes."
Nyth looks down at his right hand and sees a silver ring with several multi-colored stones that glow faintly in the light. He starts to panic for a second, wanting to snatch it off, but a calming feeling descends over him like a warm blanket. His spiked heart rate comes back down almost instantly.
"No need to panic, master," echoes Aza, "Also, I took the liberty of stabilizing your adrenaline levels to help keep you calm. If this is a problem, please let me know, and I will wait for your request for the service in the future."
Calm and collected, Nyth crawls out of the alcove and sits with his back against a metal pillar. His mind replays the events of the last few hours, leaving him confused about why he is alive as he stares at the ring, which is just about the only thing he can see in the pit he is in. Then, that changes, too. As if a light is switched on, he can see everything as clear as day.
"Whoa," says Nyth, looking around and up, expecting to see a searchlight stabbing down, but there is nothing, "What is happening?"
"I enhanced your scotopic vision so that you can see in the dark, master," echoes Aza, "My primary function is to provide your needs to you as soon as you think of them. I can execute this function in a multitude of ways using my hyperquntum matrix. Some of these I have used on you already, like healing your body and remapping your DNA to bring you up beyond peak fitness and health. I-"
"Wait, what," says Nyth, overwhelmed by everything but especially that last part, "You remapped what? And what do you mean beyond?"
He stands up and looks down at himself for the first time since awakening. What he sees nearly makes him pass out again. Nyth has never been big. He was lucky if he ate on consecutive days. He has always been rather tall for his age, though. Currently, he is just shy of 6'3, but he was always skin and bones. Now, under his mud-brown skin, he is all lean, hard-packed muscle. The bloody rags he calls clothing are barely large enough to contain his new bulk. Also, there isn't a wound on his body.
Even as he thinks about his dirty, tattered clothing, a blue light emanates from his right hand and flashes across his body. When it reaches his left hand, he is dressed in a black and red body suit made of the softest and most expensive material he has ever seen, complete with armed sections over his vital areas. His hands are covered in armored gloves, and he is wearing a pair of armored knee-high boots. A stylish protective digital visor covers his eyes, and his long, ratty hair is now cleaned and styled into braids with multiple silver and jeweled bands spread through them. He also no longer smells like a sewage drain. It is an outfit worthy of an uphiver, and nothing of its like has likely ever been seen within a hundred miles of the Underhive.
Before he can even ask, Aza places the answer into his mind. It had scanned Naletri Major's Noosphere and, found the current fashion of the world and picked out something suitable for someone of Nyth's status. Not his old one as an underhiverat but his new one that comes with the title as the wearer of a Noble Bond of a Warrior Prince of the Ixa'lor dynasty, of which he has now been granted. Along with that, Aza places a brief history of the Ixa'lor dynasty and the Satimor Empyre as a whole into his mind. Information the Adeptus Mechanicus and Inquisition would burn entire star systems to gain is now in the head of fifteen-year-old underhiverat that wouldn't even register as a glimmer in the dark ocean that is the Imperium of Mankind. All of this happens in less than a second, and it is as if Nyth has known it since birth.
The sounds of guttural gothic and Ratdog barks from high above where before Nyth would have barely been able to hear sound, but now he hears as if they are mere feet away reminds him of how this all began, of the fact that Rash, his best friend is dead and of who killed and more than likely ate him. His lips pulled back into a snarl, showing his now perfect white teeth. Under his visor, his eyes change from deep brown to a glowing orange.
"Give me everything you have on combat," echoes Nyth, no longer needing to speak as his understanding of his Bond deepens, "And I will need weapons. The nastier, the better. Then show me the shortest way to reach them."