Metal chimed on the floor as the door opened once more.  A steel staff, six inches taller than the green hooded man walking with it, his hand down to lead a large steel hound with chromed claws.<br/><br/>The tech priest circled the room once, examining all it’s contents, then sat at the table across from the soldier.  “Salutation, guardsman.”  His voice was only subtly synthesized, but mechanical to the core.  “How are you identified?”<br/>