<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius wasn't quite certain what irritated him more: that heretics had used such fine materials in the creation of a crude instrument of war, or that at least one among them was such an excellent craftsman as to be able to forge such a weapon.  He shuddered at the thought.  Truly the whispers of daemons were filled with a devilish, tainted genius.  It was a black and cruel intelligence twisted by the powers of the warp, and the gun was only the merest of trinkets that its slithery voice promised.<br/><br/>Though he wished for nothing more than to simply melt the horrid thing down into slag and jettison it into space, the very idea of destroying such a brilliant design cut him right to the heart.  He spat a torrent of sparks as a better idea came to mind.  To take a weapon wielded by the very forces he wished to subvert, to cleanse and transform it into something deserving of the Emperor's light, and to then take it in his own hands and use its power to cut down cultist and daemon alike was far too tempting a chance to simply ignore.<br/><br/>And so, with a delicacy and care belying his size and temperament, Thraxius began his righteous work.  The mark of Nurgle would be scoured from its surface by flame and blade, removing a malignant tumor from the otherwise healthy body.  It would take time, but he would be damned if the hands of Chaos would outdo his own.  The magnificent symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus would be emblazoned in its place, that glorious, morbid skull and gear, and from its sides would bloom a tracery of wires and circuitry like the vines of some synthetic flower.  Vibrant red would replace noxious green, and sacred unguents flowed through its chambers in rhythm with the techpriest's reverent words.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Thus do we invoke the Machine God.<br/><br/>Thus do we make whole that which was sundered.<br/><br/>We are all but a weapon in the right hand of the Emperor.<br/><br/>Taint leave you, and so you shall be deemed worth of His hand.<br/><br/>Deus en Machina."</em> </div><br/><br/>[Tech Use to modify auto pistol] 25/59 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26287)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>His work momentarily interrupted, Thraxius bristled with irritation.<em>"Yes, my most <strong>esteemed</strong> Rogue Trader?"</em>he called out as he rose, his voice high and dripping with disgruntled sarcasm.  He shambled towards the door, grumbling all the way about pointless intrusions and God Emperor knows what else.  With one distraction after another muddling his thoughts, he was completely and utterly oblivious to any possible treachery.<br/><br/>[Scrutiny Test] 99/9 (Untrained, -10) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26293)