THE UNDEFEATED
EDEMAR|MORTEM
Edemar, home of the War-Chieftain. Sat in a deep state of meditation, relaxing in the depths of an tank filled to the brim with orange fluid. The black silhouette pressing against the dull tank as sickly thumps chastised the otherwise lonesome silence. Suddenly, a small holographic appeared on the edge of his tank. One of the Promethean Guards, Zaneth; appeared on screen. "Chieftain. There's a ship requesting to dock, refugees. It's a damaged old battlecruiser, armaments disabled. Lots of lifeforms on board. The pilot is [member="Thalestris Crius"]."
The Matador let out a low breath, a few moments passing as Zaneth's profile remained on the screen. The large brooding form slowly waking from the catatonic state within the tank. "Allow the ship to land, Zanith. Bring this Crus to the throne room." The Matador left the empty tank, walking out until the black marble floor of the upper chamber.
The armour slowly formed around the body glove, the armoured plates bracing against the chassis. The Impetus armour connected to the neural link, and suddenly the armour became the second skin it was intended to be, the helmets corresponding muscle replicates activating as the helmet's jaw loosened, the growling teeth coming to bare as the Chieftain marched toward the elevator, heading toward the Throne room.
He had no idea why, this Thalestris had arrived with Eye space. But he would soon find out.
Edemar, home of the War-Chieftain. Sat in a deep state of meditation, relaxing in the depths of an tank filled to the brim with orange fluid. The black silhouette pressing against the dull tank as sickly thumps chastised the otherwise lonesome silence. Suddenly, a small holographic appeared on the edge of his tank. One of the Promethean Guards, Zaneth; appeared on screen. "Chieftain. There's a ship requesting to dock, refugees. It's a damaged old battlecruiser, armaments disabled. Lots of lifeforms on board. The pilot is [member="Thalestris Crius"]."
The Matador let out a low breath, a few moments passing as Zaneth's profile remained on the screen. The large brooding form slowly waking from the catatonic state within the tank. "Allow the ship to land, Zanith. Bring this Crus to the throne room." The Matador left the empty tank, walking out until the black marble floor of the upper chamber.
The armour slowly formed around the body glove, the armoured plates bracing against the chassis. The Impetus armour connected to the neural link, and suddenly the armour became the second skin it was intended to be, the helmets corresponding muscle replicates activating as the helmet's jaw loosened, the growling teeth coming to bare as the Chieftain marched toward the elevator, heading toward the Throne room.
He had no idea why, this Thalestris had arrived with Eye space. But he would soon find out.