Mauda
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The Mauda Spire
Orex stood facing out a window. His eyes scanned the ruined Manarai Mountains. Yet when he looked upon them, he didn't see destruction, or history. He simply saw Potential. Gazing at the rubble and crater-ridden hills, he thought on the Galaxy. Compared the two. The Mountains were static, never moving and pockmarked with holes. The Galaxy was much the same. Static, never moving on from its endless conflict. Pockmarked in the blemishes of ignorance and dogmatism. But all that was going to change. And if it didn't, why did he even exist?
The Garbled chatter of the I-APE-A's began to fill the room, their dialect sounding strikingly similar to Nihilus'. What they were saying Orex would never know, but having sensed the arrival of both [member="Demitry Draskovits"] and [member="Ravenous"], he assumed they were communicating the status of their whereabouts. Finally, he thought. He did not turn around, only continued to gaze out into the landscape, contemplating.