<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>When next Thraxius looked into a mirror, he was most pleased with what he found.  The man's hulking figure had been bound in row after gleaming row of ceramite and blackened iron, a sturdy shell forged from hundreds of precise hexagonal plates locked tightly against one another in bewildering tessellations.  Each one had been delicately inscribed with prayers and liturgies in pristine binary code, the millions of ones and zeroes compiling a beautiful scripture that spoke of purity, resolve, and iron-clad faith.  His unwieldy left arm had been cleverly disguised in this way, and he now held it proudly alongside the other without fear of scrutiny.<br/><br/>It was this impressive visage that he viewed with his six new eyes, each one secure in its holding and capable of the same full range of movement as the one locked firmly beneath his jaw.  Two larger orbs bulged from the space beside each cheekbone, with four smaller ones above and below them.  They swiveled, chameleon-like, around the room and transmitted all visual data to his memorance unit for immediate recording and organization.  Several telescoped outwards to view some small detail, while others flashed a sickly green that banished the shadows from his sight.  His freshly laundered crimson robes billowed out behind him with Techna-Lingua inscriptions laid into the fabric with yellow thread.  They were like vast silken wings, and combined with his augmented gaze and newly installed carapace it gave the man the appearance of a massive, unsightly metal insect.<br/><br/>Thraxius made a note to put off his eventual execution of Adepts Motus, Larius, and Curlius, clearly impressed with their latest work.  Thankfully for them and for his already fragile oil-pressure, he had completely missed the small plate just between his shoulder blades and covered by his cloak that read:<strong>01001011 01101001 01100011 01101011 00100000 01001101 01100101</strong>.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was scarcely an hour later that he had a fortuitous encounter with<em>just</em>the xeno he'd wanted to see.  He'd been on the way to speak with Cortez about the putrid thing when one of his newly installed eyes chanced to look up and notice Arkhah drifting up near the ceiling in the middle of the hallway, a strange alien contraption locked firmly about his waist.  If he still had a jaw, he would have grinned.<br/><br/><em>"Well well well, if it isn't my favorite Kroot!"</em>he said with as much sarcasm as his repaired vox could possibly synthesize.<em>"Having a passionate love affair with the laws of physics, I see?"</em>