Locked behind several programs were memories of blood, the enjoyment in the kill, all of his systems. Then there was the memory of what he was, full Faelon integration with human body structure. A custodian class AI had monitored the systems and slowly awoke for Varger no longer used his brain to think but a mix of flash-memories from his previous life and how he had percieved emotions and layers of equations and other system tech. The truth was revealed to Spock, Varger was a cyborg, organic material placed over a solid sturcture of mallaeble and versitile Faelon. The Ai was slow to awaken. Invasion...detected....quarantine. It shuts down several systems in an effort to allow Spock only one way out. Fenris stirred, the Warrior, proud, arrogant and poetic yet cowardly and savage eyed Spocks conciousness with baleful eyes, snarling as it awoke from its slumber. Nidhogg reared its massive head as its seemingly eternal sleep was disturbed, the dragon, the death of many, destruction yet vulnerability and vanity. It flared its nostrils as Spock before averting its gaze. Lastly, Jormungandr stirred slightly and stopped biting its own tail, the snake, infinity, conniving, yet envious. Its long tongue flecked outwards while it slithered towards Spock, unlike the others it kept its interest and did not return to sleep.