04-30-2017, 11:36 AM
Movement. False eyes rotated in their sockets, wires wrapped around long-dead optic nerves feeding the image of a lone human, adorned in archaic armaments. Swords and a shield were strapped to the newcomer’s back, a brilliant orange garment that offended Axemerax’s alien sensibilities serving to conceal a decidedly average musculature. An unkempt blonde mass of hair fell over their simian features, a stark contrast to the Primus’s own noble scaled visage. Data ran in soothing streams of ones and zeroes across his vision, the familiar sigils of his now-distant empire announcing that the language used by the ever-irritating United Nations of Earth. What sort of environment had homo sapiens developed in that encouraged them to hold such ideals as democracy and freedom so dear? They were entirely unneeded concepts to the Dethakkan Alignment: frivolities that actively opposed the will of its ruler, and the ultimate and eventual domination of its people.
The mammal turned to face Axemerax as he approached, his armour hissing as he stepped forward, steel-clad form looming over the warmblood, the blades at their side dwarfed next to the towering titan of technology. The primate’s palms rested on the pommels, cocking an eyebrow as they cautiously appraised their rightful lord.
“Human,” spoke Axemerax in his native tongue, a gurgled mixture of hisses and clicks that could not be accurately replicated without an additional mandible. This statement was soon after translated into english, the harsh and guttural alien tones replaced by a soft, vaguely feminine voice that conveyed his words in a manner carefully calculated to calm and soothe the average ape.
“You will tell me what you know of this so-called ‘Omniverse’.” The artificial voice was overlaid on top of his natural tongue, like a placid stream running over the ragged rocks beneath, eager to rip and tear at an unwary traveller. Thick arms forged from the plasma furnaces that fuelled his empire folded over his chest, what little remained his body within his cybernetic carapace idly drifting within a sea of supplements and steroids. Despite the age and weakness rotting away at him from within, The Primus persisted with his presentation of power, pride and hubris overpowering any doubts or fears that attempted to worm their way into his genius-ridden mind.
The mammal turned to face Axemerax as he approached, his armour hissing as he stepped forward, steel-clad form looming over the warmblood, the blades at their side dwarfed next to the towering titan of technology. The primate’s palms rested on the pommels, cocking an eyebrow as they cautiously appraised their rightful lord.
“Human,” spoke Axemerax in his native tongue, a gurgled mixture of hisses and clicks that could not be accurately replicated without an additional mandible. This statement was soon after translated into english, the harsh and guttural alien tones replaced by a soft, vaguely feminine voice that conveyed his words in a manner carefully calculated to calm and soothe the average ape.
“You will tell me what you know of this so-called ‘Omniverse’.” The artificial voice was overlaid on top of his natural tongue, like a placid stream running over the ragged rocks beneath, eager to rip and tear at an unwary traveller. Thick arms forged from the plasma furnaces that fuelled his empire folded over his chest, what little remained his body within his cybernetic carapace idly drifting within a sea of supplements and steroids. Despite the age and weakness rotting away at him from within, The Primus persisted with his presentation of power, pride and hubris overpowering any doubts or fears that attempted to worm their way into his genius-ridden mind.
Quote:Apologies for the short post, don’t know how to write for Dane yet.
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