<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius stared straight ahead, unflinching.  His throat was dry.  Swallowing was like trying to keep down a ball of lead.  The pungent odor of adrenaline-infused sweat hang heavily in the confined space.  As the structure shuddered around him, he could feel the stale air caressing the sparse black hair on his powerful arms.  Everything was clear.  He found himself adrift in a sea of nostalgia, of sensations long since stripped away and forgotten.<br/><br/>And he had a mission.  A purpose.  That's why he was here.  Dropped down from the upper atmosphere in this shrieking craft, he would lay waste to the enemies below.  There would be no mercy.  No hesitation.  He tensed, awaiting the impact and the inevitable carnage, or the swift darkness that death would bring.<br/><br/>A maddened grin spread across his chiseled face, something it had longed to do for many long years.<br/><br/><strong>[Willpower Test] 93/34 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27139)</strong><br/>[Whoo boy!]