Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
His single grey eye looked at the holo-image as it slowly rotated before him. The bright red photoreceptor eye beaming in the board room of his personal Ronto-class command walker. His Meridius family engineers had been working on a design for some time. A mechanized field assault vehicle that would easily be come the most formidable weapon in this legion. His black leather gloves rested precisely in his peaked officers cover. His grey hair parted precisely to the right and combed back slightly leaving not a hair out of place. He wpuld have to present the details of the project to his princess and he could not stand for failure. His aide sat beside him holding his data pad and his great coat as he waited for the specialist he had hired to come a discuss the design and the protoytpe his engineers had made. With luck he would have a limited production unit in his corps with in the next three months.
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