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[machinespirits.livejournal.com]

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.

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[machinespirits.livejournal.com]

Thaddos, despite being lost in his reverence, still had his sensors. And the sensors told him someone was there. Or something.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" His modulated voice was always, emotionless. Useful, that.

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

"It's..." and Sparhawk searches for an adjective that does what he's seeing justice. Magnificent isn't the word. "Imposing. Immense. Big."

He adds, quite truthfully, "It's like nothing on my world, nothing at all."