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Dev Thread: Angels of Mercy, Ta'ek Viss's personal Swords

Date: Exact date unknown, mid-Old Rebuplic era.

Location: Ancient Echani Temple on an unknown Moon.

As the excavation party set foot into the ruined Echani structure, Mik Filos felt a rush of excitement.

"The statue Yusanis described in his journal, its right here!!"

Sure enough, in the middle of the room stood an imposing statue of a brave and proud Echani warrior standing atop the bodies of several fallen foes, his sword held aloft in a victorious pose. Typical Echani glorification.

Referring to the excerpts of the war journal he had stored within his Datalog, he scanned for further information.

"C'mon Mik, let's keep this short and sweet, no need for that lovey dovey bogus you spew when we find something... How do you always put it? 'New and exciting'."

It was Fark Mayburr, their Demoman. The Duros shook his head,and marched further on into the ruins.

Mik hurried and followed, making note of one passage in the journal:

"Deep in the eastern wing of the structure there is an ancient and powerful Echani relic owned by a once-great Echani General. To any who can claim them, they await one worthy of their unearthing."

Mik was not normally one to take risks, and venture out on his own, but he knew the rewards for securing such a relic were great, and the entrance had needed to be blasted open.
He was sure the relic was still here, it had to be.
He peered over his shoulder. The rest of his team was heading northbound into the maze.
He quietly broke off, and hand readied near his blaster pistol, he made his way deeper into the eastern wing.
 
Rodians were greedy, it was often said. This was not the case with Mik Filos.

Mik had spent his whole life digging up the secrets of the Echani. He knew their signatures in architecture, armor, and everything in between.

And just once, just one single time, he wanted to do something for himself.
He loved the Echani, he had spent whole life devoted to unearthing their history.

The fact that he wanted to keep something he found this time, that wasn't greed.
It was passion.
Desire.
Thirst for truth.
But it wasn't greed.

That's what Mik Fikos kept trying to convince himself of as he trekked deeper into the temple.

There were no sounds, but as he walked deeper into the haze, he knew something big was going to happen...
 
Surrounded by blackest shadows, Mik ventured further into the ancient temple.

"It's a Tomb," Mik realized aloud.

His feet were next to what appeared to be bones.
He kicked at them.
They cracked and turned to dust.
Definitely bones.

He shrugged it off. Nothing new. Warrior peoples had innumerable tombs. He had excavated many of them personally. He wasn't afraid of them.

He walked deeper into the tomb, clutching his blaster pistol tightly.

The symbols on the walls were definitely Echani, and he could see a pattern he recognized.

Directions, it seemed. He followed them, hoping the rare artifact he had read about may be here, in the room he was approaching, which he believed to be the tomb of an ancient Echani weapons master: his ancestor.
 
Location: the north wing

Fark Mayburr was a demoman. He blew things up. This was his job. He was good at his job. He was here to do his job. Just his job. Which he was good at. He didn't like people. Fark Mayburr wasn't good with people.

"Hey demoman!" He heard a shout from behind him.

The Duros whirled around. It was the intern. They just HAD to bring a talkative intern....

"WHAT?!"

"Hey, I just thought you should know, the researcher guy ran off."

"Awww Sith spit...."
 
Fark snarled, he was agitated and he didnt like people running off of a job.

He threw down his bag and looked at the intern and barked "Plant those charges and stay away from the detonator!!"

He ran after the researcher, a scowl on his face.

He shouted "Hey wait up!!! Why the Feth are you running?"
 
Mik was nearing his destination. He felt drawn toward the source of a power that called to him unceasingly.

He swept through the darkened halls with Ferber, searching for the tomb he sought. Far off in the distance he heard raided voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He didn't care. He wanted to continue on to the prize.

His prize.
 

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