<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/><em>"An excellent idea!"</em>Thraxius said, rubbing his hands together a little<em>too</em>enthusiastically.<em>"I've been waiting to execute some xeno filth for far too long.  At this rate my guns will start crying for attention."</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>In all his years of life, Thraxius had never felt anything so magnificent as this.  He wasn't sure if it was luck or the Emperor's will that had allowed him to acquire such a sacred gift, this blessed armor (http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8751/hightechpriest.jpg) of the Adeptus Mechanicus whose mighty shielding now encased him in its all-encompassing embrace.  It was powered armor, yes, but it was so much<em>more</em>than that.  There was no external battery, no limited charge.  Its power core was fueled by the holy warmth of his potentia coil, and he could<em>feel</em>the crackling tendrils of his spirit coursing through the circuitry of the divine shell.  It was a second skin, an extension of his very being, and as much a part of his body as his arms and legs, his heart and soul.<br/><br/>Its ceramite components held more luster than all the silver in the Imperium, and every meticulously crafted seam throbbed with the dull blue glow of power cells.  The tattered remnants of his human face had been covered by a sleek helmet that tapered like a pronged blade at each end, a bright red visor inset into the surface.  His six extra eyes had been reinstalled into the cheek and jawline of the mask, a swiveling ocular collar.  Upon its back, hooked directly into his spinal column, was a heavily armored model of generator designed to distribute energy evenly, a sort of external heart, with plenty of room for modular components to be installed--his utility mechadendrite had already been inserted into one of the top right nodes, bobbing spiritedly to and fro.<br/><br/>Even Thraxius' robes had been re-tailored to better suit his new design, draping from unseen crevices and flowing in crimson waves to the floor.  Divine scripture had been sewn into the fabric, professing the great Mysteries on his left side and warning of the Admonitions on his right.  The length could be altered at any time, withdrawn back into the heavy carapace to allow for greater range of movement in combat.<br/><br/>Reborn anew, and ready to plant his massive boot in some heretical asses.