[center][h2][u][b][color=00aeef]Adelram Drax[/color][/b][/u][/h2][/center]

[color=00aeef]"Foreman Jo'ones." [/color]The towering artificially intelligent warrior took a long step forward, towering over the six foot tall reptilian.

[color=00aeef]"0.2% profit margins are insufficient. Galatec requires additional resources in order to fund our conquests. Failure to do so may result in you or one of your compatriot's faces being recycled into a fashion accessory for Madam Ruthalia. Please consider this fact as you steadily and proudly increase your profit output."
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GD-002-17, commonly referred to as Adelram Drax, kept his massive steel arms politely behind his back as he spoke. His voice was even-toned and without malice, but the message was quite clear. He didn't have to resort to tones or double messages to be an imposing figure. Without waiting for the Foreman to respond, Adelram's dome-shaped helmet snapped toward the direction of Ruthalia.

[color=00aeef]"Madam Ruthalia, I have informed the Foreman of your commands."[/color] Adelram dutifully informed the Regional Manager of his success.

He took in information at an incredible speed, noticing petty details others wouldn't consider. For the few brief seconds he was able, he observed the Madam flick through the camera positions, gracing upon nameless miners. Nameless to anyone but Drax. He connected a face with a name, a gait with an identity. All of it, crammed into his shiny metallic head of his.

[i]James O'hara, Yuri Sokolov, Oliver Johnson, Leelo Sheea, Alvin-[/i]

The names of Galatec's humble servants flashed like lightning in front of his eyes. Truly, his creators were one of ultimate expansion. Dominating other living creatures was an interesting purpose to exist.