<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>[Acquisition Roll] 4/29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26827)</strong><br/><br/>Thraxius could not remember the last time he felt so completely and utterly<em>liberated</em>.  For the first time in a long time he knew what it meant to be touched by the blessed Machine Spirit, to feel the old flesh carved from his chest cavity like a malignant tumor and replaced with the simple purity of metal.  Doctor West had cracked him open like an oversized crustacean, scooped out his aging heart and crusty lungs, and forged him anew without leaving even the slightest evidence that his hands had ever been there.  He was glad for it--much as he detested the Three Adepts' infuriating sense of humor, he had to admit that the armor they'd made for him had been nothing if not magnificent.<br/><br/>The Explorator felt light on his feet as the powerful bionic heart pumped holy oil through his systems, and such was the quality of his new respiratory system that one could no longer hear him breathe at all.  Not that he actually<em>needed</em>to, but at the very least he likely didn't have to fret about regurgitating sparks from his ventilators.<br/><br/>And yet he<em>still</em>couldn't find a single damn member of the primary crew!  His dour mood returned with a vengeance upon finding Cortez's office empty of both Captain and Kroot, the bridge absent its star pilot, and that slick-haired Senechal had yet to return from whatever heretical nonsense he and that...what was the marine's name?  Daniel?  Fitzpatrick?<em>Whatever</em>it was, they were both nowhere to be found.  He even found himself looking for<em>Delilah</em>, of all people.  At the very least<em>she</em>knew how to get a good<em>hate</em>on, and he was in the mood for a bit of venomous banter.<br/><br/>Thraxius finally found himself back at the bridge, and settled into an empty chair before a console.  His eyes glanced around the room despondently, looking for something to busy himself with.<br/><br/><em>"I can't believe they all just left me behind.  And without telling me a damned thing!  Don't even know why I bother sticking my neck out for these bloody idiots.  Would it hurt to send a messenger once in awhile?  Stop by for a bit of a chat?  Oh no, too <strong>busy</strong> for all that!  Bah!"</em><br/><br/>He slumped halfway over the console, resting his jutting metal chin in one hand.<em>"...I hope they get back soon."</em>