<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Aboard the Alexander, Thraxius had plunged right into the intensive repair work necessary to bring the smaller ship back up to proper working order.  It was exactly the sort of routine, mechanical task that he needed after the many tumultuous hours aboard the station.  He much preferred uncompromising steel and intricate circuitry to the horrors and irritations of the flesh.  Ironically enough, complex machinery had always proven far less complicated to the man than people and all their associated problems ever had.<br/><br/>The techpriest paused to wipe his brow while soldering a bit of scarred iron.  An old habit; his body hadn't been capable of producing sweat in years.  His memorance implant hummed gently, and clear memories came to the surface.  En's face, stricken with confusion, horror, insanity, and pain.  A woman's flesh rotting away to nothing, until only implants and augmentations remained.  A man with solid features and withering skin giving one last grin before the door sealed behind him.  The further back he went the more muddled the images became, until the edges burned and the resolution cracked like old film, until with a dull<em>click</em>he found himself back in the present again.<br/><br/>He sighed, and returned to work.<br/><br/>[Tech-Use Test] 41/49 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26278)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was some time before Thraxius had some time wholly to himself.  Against protocol he had failed to remind anyone of the Nurgle-marked auto pistol that he had pilfered from one of the heretic corpses, hiding it away and reciting the proper hymns to ward off the infectious taint of chaos that may have yet lingered within it.  It was no daemonic artifact, to be sure, but it was a symbol of his most hated foe all the same.<br/><br/>In some ill-used corner of his private laboratorium he inspected the weapon where it lay, vacuum-sealed in a heavy glass container.  His eye focused upon the wretched mark lovingly crafted onto the surface with an intensity bordering on the obsessive.  His utility mechadendrite had been inserted through a plug in the bottom of the container, and with a deft touch he began to manipulate and scrutinize the gun from a more technical point of view.<br/><br/>[Failed, Fate Point Reroll]<br/>[Tech Use - Utility Mechadendrite] 51/59 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26280)