A couple of scientists walked over to Marco Stone. Unsure of whether or not this new experimental procedure of his would work or not they were pale as they hooked the electrodes onto his scalp that would monitor his vital signs. He had shaved off all his hair in preparation for this event that would lay ahead and so he was now ready. ?Do it.? As soon as the scientists spoke those words Marco channeled his energy through his body willing it into a new form. The energy surged transferring him into the body of another Narrikian that had been killed in battle and also since the body was healed there would be no problems with the transfer of course.
The transfer had been successful. Still though this form would take some getting used to. But first of course there was the matter of that idiotic organization Interpol that needed to be handled. So what would he do to put them off of his new backside? Send the Zarethians his old form with a few modifications of course. Materializing a knife in his hands and a corpse armor near him he strapped on the corpse armor letting the familiar weight of armor relax him. He then stabbed his old form several times making it be mutilated. Shooting a bolt of energy into it Marco made it seem animated. But his new body looked different.
His new form looked a bit more like that from fantasy novels. So he held out his fist and teleported his old form right into the chambers of the Zarethian Council themselves. With a note attached written in black ink.
