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Thaddos hadn't accepted his predicament yet, refusing to believe that all he held sacred and dear was gone. So, to lessen the, for a lack of better word, ache in his bionic heart, he had done something foolish, something organic.
He had made his way to the sensoriums, and called up something that reminded him of home. A titan of the Legio Victorum. An Imperator Titan, foe slayer, a god amongst mere men.
He stroked the dented metal of the titan reverently, his mechadendrites being for once still.
He had made his way to the sensoriums, and called up something that reminded him of home. A titan of the Legio Victorum. An Imperator Titan, foe slayer, a god amongst mere men.
He stroked the dented metal of the titan reverently, his mechadendrites being for once still.
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About to withdraw without calling attention to himself, not wanting to intrude on someones private time, Sparhawk couldn't help but freeze when he saw what had been simulated.
He'd faced men and Trolls, Klael,and Gods, but never in his life had he seen anything like that mass of metal.
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"Magnificent, isn't it?" His modulated voice was always, emotionless. Useful, that.
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He adds, quite truthfully, "It's like nothing on my world, nothing at all."
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He was rather pleased. So no staring. Or tentacle prodding.