Articles by Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

He met her over Refuge. Still fresh from the first assembly, for better or worse, and still clad in his dress uniform. Si tech really had done a damn fine job. Built off the surviving specifications of the Invisible Hand that had survived the centuries since, and then upscaled by a factor...

Dantoonie. Simple moves, quiet gestures. The hum of Reverence filled the air as he went through the steps burned in to his memories. He had chosen to worn his new robes, after refitting them to his liking. He was blind folded, the hum of his saber and the buzz of the training remote mixing...

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Dantoonie Temple. Late in the evening. It was actually well past midnight, and he was still up. He had been awake for ages at this point and it seemed it would continue ever more. He had passed his vault trial. Had passed his early teachings and lectures from Braze...