Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
@[member="Maelion Liates"]
Their package in hand - a fragment of the fabled Taurannik Codex - Moira and Maelion departed the inner sanctum of the ancient tomb, leaving the sarcophagus and the spirit of Lord Rythe, now assuredly in the realm of Chaos, behind them. The exit was a long, dark corridor, where there was no illumination other than the moonlight that fell through a few cracks in the ceiling, the darkness such that even with their enhanced eyesight they had difficulties. Fortunately they had glow rods and UV vision to help themselves out.
A few beasts saw the need to pounce upon them in search of a meal, although the metal that was now clearly visible due to so much of their organic synth-skin being burnt off to reveal their true nature must have been unappetising. However, a few salvoes of buckshot put the creatures down. Bound spirits of the slaves that had laboured to construct this monument to the glory of a dark god might be whispering, begging for release, while Sith spirits promise reward, but they were deaf to their words since they were machines - and in any case would not care. If you were so weak to be enslaved here, then you deserved it.
In this Galaxy only the fittest survived and one day that would be the machines, when all sentient life was purged. Night had fallen upon the Demon Moon when they finally stepped out of the tomb. Rain was still pouring down in what constituted a flood from above, drenching the already mud and blood covered ground. The distant crack of lightning and the roar of thunder could be heard. The superstitious might have drawn their own conclusions, but machines were fundamentally incapable of being superstitious. So they made their way through the uninviting forest towards their shuttle, which should take them to the Lightbringer.
Their package in hand - a fragment of the fabled Taurannik Codex - Moira and Maelion departed the inner sanctum of the ancient tomb, leaving the sarcophagus and the spirit of Lord Rythe, now assuredly in the realm of Chaos, behind them. The exit was a long, dark corridor, where there was no illumination other than the moonlight that fell through a few cracks in the ceiling, the darkness such that even with their enhanced eyesight they had difficulties. Fortunately they had glow rods and UV vision to help themselves out.
A few beasts saw the need to pounce upon them in search of a meal, although the metal that was now clearly visible due to so much of their organic synth-skin being burnt off to reveal their true nature must have been unappetising. However, a few salvoes of buckshot put the creatures down. Bound spirits of the slaves that had laboured to construct this monument to the glory of a dark god might be whispering, begging for release, while Sith spirits promise reward, but they were deaf to their words since they were machines - and in any case would not care. If you were so weak to be enslaved here, then you deserved it.
In this Galaxy only the fittest survived and one day that would be the machines, when all sentient life was purged. Night had fallen upon the Demon Moon when they finally stepped out of the tomb. Rain was still pouring down in what constituted a flood from above, drenching the already mud and blood covered ground. The distant crack of lightning and the roar of thunder could be heard. The superstitious might have drawn their own conclusions, but machines were fundamentally incapable of being superstitious. So they made their way through the uninviting forest towards their shuttle, which should take them to the Lightbringer.