[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=gold]Torag Draken[/color][/h2][/center]
	Torag hung onto every word Imperator Deva said, drinking in his leader's intoxicating voice like one would a glass of wine.  She was the supreme authority in his un-life, and the only person he could answer to outside the battlefield.  Simply put, he had an undying admiration for her, and he would stop at nothing to fight for her and Heaven as a whole.  That was all he knew in this life.  When the Imperator ordered that he and Dorafraki, the lightly-clothed weapon beside him, would be the commanders of the coming battle, he clapped his arm across his chest, a dull thud sounding as his gauntlet collided with his chest.  [color=gold]"By your orders, Your Holiness.  Our enemies shall fall before us in droves."[/color]  He stood and kept his head low, pulling his hood over his head to conceal the horrid condition of his body once again as he turned and made his way for the exit of the room.  His slow pace would keep the room silent even after his ominous presence passed the door to the hall, where he intended to wait for Dora's eventual exit.

	[@TheWindel][@Lucius Cypher][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/jGxtrS8.png[/img][/center][center][color=brown][h2]Marquis[/h2][/color][/center]
	Marquis plugged in the large tank of bright blue coolant as the image of an Orobouros flashed in front of the High Queen.  It was right about now that he had a serious moment of deja vu, as if he had seen that symbol before in his lifetime, or more likely, it was embedded deep in an inaccessible part of his coding.  He shrugged off the feeling for the moment as he secured a number of tubes to the supply and the iconic whirring of a machine activating sounded.  He listened to Eos' words as he worked on setting the tank, nodding to most of what she said, including the choice for commanders of the next battle.  Shizuka and Hibiki were a capable pair, and he personally believed this to be a wise selection for field commanders for the coming conflict.  However, the order was given that Endian would be serving under the pair at the request of Stark Zealot, he froze up for a moment, a half-turned valve in his hand as his robotic voice sounded.  [color=brown]"My queen, I know it counts for little, but I do not trust Stark Zealot.  Something malevolent lies within his personality, I am sure of it."[/color]  He resumed the task at hand while he waited for a response, and ended up being left disappointed at the lack of one.

	With Eos gone and the room getting warmer, the AI turned to Endian and finished securing the tank.  [color=brown]"Well Endian, we have a demon to hunt.  Best we be off!"[/color]  He stepped for the door and retrieved his weapon, tucking it under his arm as always and taking a direction for the nearest transport dock.  He lacked an ability to teleport, which most had for one reason or another, and would need to indulge in the mundane travel of a vehicle.  While he walked, he was very much open to a conversation with the only comrade he had in the area.

	[@Flamelord][@KoL]