<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Something mechanical in Thraxius' throat chattered, presumably approximating a laugh.  But then he grew somber, straightening to his full height.<em>"While the idea of using heretical trash like so much kindling amuses me to no end, I fear that any engine fed from their tainted flesh would be soiled by whatever taint remains seeded within their foul ashes."</em><br/><br/>He glanced to Harlock, as though seriously considering whether the man's voice<em>did</em>matter.<em>"Most Esteemed Captain, you have not yet encountered this man as we have.  Words slip like fetid snakes from his lips, promising love and reward where only hate and malice lie.  But in this matter you are correct.  Whatever he spews, there may be some kernel of truth worth knowing."</em>