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[This was a risky move on the both of them but so far the calculations were sound after all. There was nothing saying that a cephalon of Ordis's caliber would not be able to process transference let alone such an instance in which it would allow for the control of a frame. It would almost be on par to controlling the liset but on a much smaller scale. Maintaining navigation and altitude being traded for balance. Engine control for vitals.

Honestly the thought hadn't left him since the incident with Silvana in the Grove on Earth. The ability for others to do as he does. Though Silvana was what would happen to a human not like himself. But a cephalon? They had gone through the somatics together successfully and experienced something akin to a mindscape that belonged only to them.

Where they had finally been able to touch aside from fingers on control. Where he had been introduced to the predecessor that was Ordan Karris. The Beast of Bones. How terrible it was to know that the both of them had gone through such horrors by the Orokin's hand.

Now though he was going to provide a chance to the cephalon and right a wrong. Ordis and well...Ordan too knew what he had done to the Orokin in the end. Yet there was that yearning for the old. So he was going to supply that in a way.

It took some tinkering but he managed to situate a frame that he hasn't ever used despite coming upon it long before his second awakening. An immaculate Volt Prime that he had redone in the blues and whites that he associates with the cephalon. A frame that suited the quirky program in his opinion. It now lay to the side of the back room, away from anything important and fragile as the tenno crouches down and starts the uplink process.

Ordis had said something about being scared. Hopefully he wouldn't regret his decision. It's easier not to when the ship lights flicker and the Volt's chest moves with its first breath.]

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[The idea had been planted long ago, after the first successful transferrence they had shared and now it was coming to fruition. Had anyone ever attempted to bond so closely with a cephalon before? The question would perhaps go forever unanswered, but what had been done would never be undone. Never be forgotten.

Sharing a space so intimate with his Operator had been overwhelming in the best possible way, and Ordis felt no shame over what had transpired. Wasn't their coupling the sign of the truest possible way he could love his Operator? It was, he was certain, and to see that fire burning within the man, to feel skin beneath fingertips, it was a memory that he would never shatter.

It would seem strange that a cephalon could feel fear, it wouldn't serve at all for a program that was supposed to serve as the primary control for an orbital ship, but there's a distinct sense of nervousness as he pulls away from the controls of the orbiter. With each system he withdraws from it feels as though his senses are being stripped. Trust, he had to trust his Operator, he always trusted his Operator. This would work, it would be a new way for them to share the bond between them.

He almost says something, almost reaches out to his Operator for reassurance, but no he steels himself and reminds himself to be strong. Everything will work out, he has faith, and when the first tinges of the uplink reach towards him he allows himself to fall.

It's a rush, even more than the somatics had been, and for a moment he's nowhere, lost in the void blind and deaf to his surroundings. And then there's weigh, he feels so heavy, leaden and foreign as the world comes to. Small, he feels small. Small, heavy, strange.

He doesn't attempt to move, not just yet, but instead merely lies there against the floor of the liset, feeling cool air cycle through him, through lungs that he hasn't used for so many thousands of years.]