<div class="floatright">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/3f32/f/2012/002/5/6/dust_and_smoke_by_shimmering_sword-d4l4dg7.jpg)</div>Name: Darclight<br/>Where: COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE<br/>Milestones: Riders on the Storm and Ignorance Cannot Dictate the Course of Men<br/>0 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | 0 Emotional | 6xp<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><hr/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"Try me." </tt>Darclight responded.<tt class="bbc_tt">"I have approximately six million identical brothers.  I cannot be anything but what I am - a war machine.  But you?  You've become more than what you were meant to be."  </tt>It was<em>technically</em>true - Khaji Da was one of the last armors that rolled off the line in the war against the Deathmarks, and he knew his own serial number quite easily - in that the armor was not unique.  But<em>Darclight</em>- man and machine together - was certainly so.<tt class="bbc_tt"> "I have known many races, many civilizations, and I can tell you now that I am not aware of any such being like you in all my memory...though it is old and far from complete."</tt><br/><br/>Then he started with the Speech.<tt class="bbc_tt">"The things you don't know can kill you.  Like how right now, there is a force that scours the galaxy, looking for life.  <em>Any</em> life.  I was one of a line, made to fight and destroy those who would clear the galaxy of life for all time.  It grinds cities under its metallic feet; scourges planets with unhesitating tread; consumes civilizations with fire.  They will not care about anything, ever.  I came here to seek your help, to ask you - <em>help me</em> protect what remains.  So much is already gone - and I am but one, I cannot fight an army alone."</tt><br/><br/>If nothing else reached her, then perhaps this did.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Do not say such things.  You are <em>worth</em> saving."</tt>