"Graveyard of heroes." The sleek platinum figure spoke, an agent of a precursor empire, blue biolights shining along its form like a cold star in the darkness of the cleaved ship, ignoring the Fallen Sirkans being dragged off by the Mortem subroutines. He stood at the open breach, a gigantic hole in the ship that nearly splits the voidcraft in half...
"Confidence without assured data is a very organic trait, chemicals in their cerebral area influencing them to make actions off of bravado. The belief that we are anything like our stationary, gate guardian easternlings was... unwise."
The second Janissary, the Assassin, Usurper, the counter of coup. If there was one thing that made the allied forces sweat blood when it appeared to take out military leaders and political heads, it was him.
"Confidence without assured data is a very organic trait, chemicals in their cerebral area influencing them to make actions off of bravado. The belief that we are anything like our stationary, gate guardian easternlings was... unwise."
The second Janissary, the Assassin, Usurper, the counter of coup. If there was one thing that made the allied forces sweat blood when it appeared to take out military leaders and political heads, it was him.
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