<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Explorator Thraxius made absolutely no attempts to hide his clear and utter disdain for the Genetor, but it was of a very different sort than the kind he violently displayed in Arkhah's presence.  This was a far cry from mere racial hatred or religious fanaticism.  No, this was something far more fundamental, far<em>deeper</em>than that.  It was as if his entire body, his very<em>soul</em>protested Anthium's very presence.  Six eyes narrowed to slits while the seventh remained trained on the Kroot tumbling overhead.<br/><br/><em>"I care very little what happens to my discarded flesh, most <strong>esteemed</strong> Genetor,"</em>he wheezed, a farcical show of respect.  His fingers twitched beneath his cloak, as though instinctively warding himself against the<em>thing</em>standing in front of him.<em>"And it hardly surprises me to learn that <strong>you</strong> were the one to thwart my request.  Synthetic fiber-weaves are perfectly capable of replicating organic muscle tissue, though you <strong>clearly</strong> already knew that.  Your actions were doubtlessly fueled by your extremist ideology and petty grudges."</em>