<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>A steady stream of ichorous smog spewed from the seams of Thraxius' censer piping, the tail ends of his robes snapping irritably with every wayward gust of heated wind.  He looked positively furious, even for him, and the way he was waving his axe about he seemed liable to jump into the nearest torpedo tube and shoot himself at the next enemy to rear its ugly head.<br/><br/><em>"Loathsome <strong>curs!</strong>  Deception at every turn, a pack of nonsense in every utterance, and a colossal waste of our precious time all 'round!"</em>He spat a bundle of white-hot sparks at the ground.<em>"Incomprehensible jackasses, the lot of them!  I say we track these crankshafts down and give them a few dozen new breathing holes, then ram each available orifice with as many explosives as we can possibly scrounge up."</em>