Thraxius listened to the Lord's reports in relative silence, his normally expressive eye locked firmly in a position of intense focus.  He was never much one for strategizing, even after several long decades among the AdMech.  Then again, it was a rare techpriest that became a<em>leader</em>of men on the battlefield.  That's what the froofy tassled<em>pomps</em>with sparkly teeth and charisma oozing out of their arseholes were for, and he wanted none of it.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Looking forward to working with you, sir!   Do you have any pre-mission instructions?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>"Yes, I do,"</em>he grunted irritably, eye flitting to the eager young marine.<em>"Position yourself in front of me and soak up the bullets like a good little meat shield."</em>