<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Though in the possession of a truly impervious poker face, Sarah would surely notice one of Thraxius' tertiary eyes giving her an appraising glance.  Her question made him pause for a moment, though whether it was because the answer troubled him or that the memories stretched back beyond the limits of his memorance implant was impossible to discern.<br/><br/><em>"A miscalculation on my part.  I had wronged someone, a sniveling little rodent of a man.  Back then he was nothing more than a conniving finch, but through dumb luck and brutal tenacity he managed to claw his way to a position of power.  The weak rarely forget even the most inconsequential slights, particularly when inflicted upon them by the strong.  I was lured, like a fool, into a trap of my own design."</em><br/><br/>His left arm flexed, the primitive servos whining beneath the brilliantly polished armor it had been overlaid with.<em>"I lost an arm for my rashness.  My companions were not quite so fortunate.  As far as I know, the weasel yet lives.  A bit of unfinished business helps propel a man forward in life, no matter how small."</em>