(Continued from here, with @divinacaptivus )
The Iron Lady nodded, before she turns back to where a completed suit was now awaiting, a few taps and pokes with her mechandendrites makes the suit open up at various points, allowing Neoth to pull on pieces of the suit over his simple clothes.
With the help of the Tech-Priestess, the reborn Emperor was soon clad in some basic Power Armour, a slightly darker shade of ochre and browns, with golden trim and accents. Even with the extra skeleton, the Power Armor sits snugly onto Neoth, and once the generator in the pack rumbles into life, the movements and motions feels like as if there was no added weight on Neoth's body. Its not as intimate as if there were a neural connection, but it will more than suffice till another time, when there is more time and less pressing matters to deal with.
"Ah, I think the helm should be completed now, needs only the Motherboard inserted and,,"
The Iron Lady pulls something off the last assembly line, fiddling with it for a few seconds before presenting the object,, almost ceremonially. A helm shaped like a bird of prey's head, hooked bill and feathered sides to resemble wing tips. It almost as if someone had fused the designs of the Corvus helm, with the Aeldari and Custodes. But the symbolism is there, Neoth is the Eagle of Mankind, the potential Apex of Mortal Men.
"I hope you do not mind me taking liberties with some,, aesthetic choices."