<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius seemed to be rejuvenated by his month aboard the Everest.  It was impossible to truly describe the sensation to one outside the Adeptus Mechanicus, but within his mantle there had arisen a spark of technical brilliance that flushed his systems with a warm energy that soothed his bitter spirit.  It was not unlike the sort of fulfillment an automatic toasting unit might feel upon producing the perfectly crisp slice of toast, if one had the ability to form rational thoughts.  Of course,<em>that</em>would be heresy.<br/><br/>Regardless, he had been set to a task and by the Omnissiah did he<em>flourish</em>in it.  While Harlock worked with his engineering staff to full effect, Thraxius prowled the halls of the Everest like a mechanical specter, plying his deft hands wherever they were needed before vanishing just as suddenly.  For one week it had proven impossible to find him, until he made his presence known again with the installment of the second branch of<strong>Medicae Mechanica</strong>.  His odd artistic habit had once again been stirred into action, producing a work not unlike the first yet subtly unique in order to better suit the vessel and its crew.  The disturbing cherubs and servitors that graced the molding of the first were replaced by the impenetrable gazes of the Sororitas, whose backlit halos cast a cheerful glow over the space from on high.  The sculpted priests and their therapeutic censers likewise had a feminine shape, though only just.  Soft pink smoke like perfumed clouds drifted across the floor in waves, casting a relaxing fragrance into the air with each step through the room.<br/><br/>Thraxius would later claim that he simply felt that the most<em>esteemed</em>Captain Harlock deserved to have his MIU and Backbone Bracing installed in a place befitting a man of his stature, but such a labor of love could never have been completed for anyone other than himself and the holy spirit that he knew had graced his hands once more.<br/><br/><strong>[Tech Use] 2/74, 7 Degrees of Success</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27861)