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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 26, 2004 9:50:56 GMT -5
Originally posted by inquisitornexus
Seven men sat around a massive, red octagonal table, each one at a different side. The eighth seat was missing, but the occupants paid the greatest heed to it. Seven men, barely worthy of the title of men, spoke in hushed whispers and raspy voices even in this most safe sanctum of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Even on Mars, they were wary.
Jeremiah was always wary.
“We had our hand.”<br> “The traitor is gone.”<br> “We had our hand.”<br> “We have failed to kill him.”<br> “We had our hand.”<br> “We did not destroy.”
None and all spoke with mouths closed, the room reverberating with the bass like voice. The seven members’ glowing bionic eyes began to dull and turn black, while those few organic pupils slowly dilated till the entire eye was a black, empty orb.
“Our hand has failed us.”<br> “Our hand has abandoned us.”<br> “Our hand must be removed, so that we will err no more.”
“Our hand will be removed, and our thorn in the process.”
As orders and decrees were sent out en mass by the secret cult, all began to go quiet. The silence before the storm…
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Nexus Has Spoken
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