50H31
Seeker of Enlightenment
[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
A cold glacier of a world. Chasing an artifact that could very well alter the fates of man--lost technology from a bygone era. The machine known as 50H31 hummed cheerfully. "A new world..." he said, standing on the bridge of the Cathedral battleship. He smiled. "A new Era!" He raised his hands to some force only he perceived. The ebb and flow of the data was calling to him. The waves of data. A new technology to exploit, to draw power from. Soon the time would be right.
He turned to an assistant droid sharply after his seemingly random display of exuberance--or was it faith--and addressed his fellow droid. "Are the landing preparations complete? We will need to evaluate the scene rather cautiously...." he droned, his voice soothing and calm like some sort digital water-clock. He spoke smoothly and gently, each word punctuated with some sort of dry, alien mirth to it. This was his wheelhouse, his joy. This was his true skill. War and technology--two things which made him complete, in a sense. Two things he wouldn't shy away from, now or later in his life.
He smiled as the droid confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, Lord Five-oh. The dropships are prepared. We can begin scouting soon, sir." The attendant snapped a quick bow, which Five-oh humbly returned.
He then turned to the remainder of the Bridge. "Well then, let us begin the discussion of what we seek on this little world, and how we aim to grasp it, hmm? What do we know thus far about this small little icy rock?"
(OOC: so, who's on the landing party?)
A cold glacier of a world. Chasing an artifact that could very well alter the fates of man--lost technology from a bygone era. The machine known as 50H31 hummed cheerfully. "A new world..." he said, standing on the bridge of the Cathedral battleship. He smiled. "A new Era!" He raised his hands to some force only he perceived. The ebb and flow of the data was calling to him. The waves of data. A new technology to exploit, to draw power from. Soon the time would be right.
He turned to an assistant droid sharply after his seemingly random display of exuberance--or was it faith--and addressed his fellow droid. "Are the landing preparations complete? We will need to evaluate the scene rather cautiously...." he droned, his voice soothing and calm like some sort digital water-clock. He spoke smoothly and gently, each word punctuated with some sort of dry, alien mirth to it. This was his wheelhouse, his joy. This was his true skill. War and technology--two things which made him complete, in a sense. Two things he wouldn't shy away from, now or later in his life.
He smiled as the droid confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, Lord Five-oh. The dropships are prepared. We can begin scouting soon, sir." The attendant snapped a quick bow, which Five-oh humbly returned.
He then turned to the remainder of the Bridge. "Well then, let us begin the discussion of what we seek on this little world, and how we aim to grasp it, hmm? What do we know thus far about this small little icy rock?"
(OOC: so, who's on the landing party?)