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Character Name: 184-238-84-1-ULTIMA VERBA-PLUTON

Rank/Role: Myrmidax of DIVISIO ++MARTII MORTIS++, Prime of Ark Mechanicus [i]Redder[/i]

Appearance: Like many of the most powerful Magos, the Myrmidax possesses a number of combat-ready forms -- though it lacks any designed for diplomacy. Its most commonly utilized is a massive, nearly eight-foot tall, eight-legged monstrosity of metal, trailing behind its main body in a parody of a centauroid shape. Each leg is built like that of an overgrown mite, allowing the Myrmidax -- clad in martial red -- to travel at utterly ludicrous speeds, fabric whipping in the wind as it moves. A thick cluster of weapon and sensor-mechadendrites protrude from its back, allowing it to see in practically facet of the electromagnetic spectrum, and, of course, to remain incredibly heavily armed, additionally carrying a triplet of arms which it uses to wield whichever additional weapons it deems necessary for a given battle.

Biography: to those who encounter it, ULTIMA VERBA is typically one of two things -- a demon of death and destruction forged in cold, hard steel, or a perplexing avatar of violent retribution. Either way, one thing is clear: that it exists to wage war as a science, as if each battle is some grand experiment. 

ULTIMA, perhaps unexpectedly, records and remembers every moment of its life down to its birth, for it must understand not only how to fight, but [i]why[/i] it does so.

Its tale begins on a towering Hive in the far-flung galactic west, on a relatively insignificant agri-world. Back then, ULTIMA was known as Alisha, born to a pair of simple farmers -- one of many millions that toiled away on the planet's farms for simple subsistence, abused and tormented by their faceless overseers.

Alisha's family, at least, deeply cared for it. Its parents did everything they could to provide for Alisha and its siblings, despite having barely any means to do so in the first place. They split away parts of their rations to their children when they weren't given enough, doing their best to educate them with the extremely limited resources they had at hand, holding out some small hope that they might, one day, be able to move beyond a life of narrow subsistence, however little actual hope there was. Still, they held out hope. Still, they persevered.

They persisted even as their bodies continued to visibly wither away. Even as the fertilizers they were exposed to started to damage their internal organs, clogging their livers with toxic substances and heavy metals.

Unfortunately, their efforts would be for naught as a fleet of xenos pirates raided the hapless agri-world for slaves, burning their crops, killing those who they deemed unusable, and taking the rest captive -- mostly children of adequate stock and the able-bodied. Millions died in mere days, the planet's defense forces utterly, completely overwhelmed by the sorceries and vile technologies of the xenos, the most unlucky among them transformed into horrible abominations before the raiders fled, leaving devastation in their wake.

Alisha, unfortunately, was one of their victims, though its tenure as a slave was mercifully short, in spite of the vile torments inflicted by the aliens. 

Mere months after their raid, the sorcerous xenos encountered a relatively small fleet of human vessels clad in jet black and crimson red, taking them for wayward exploratory ships of the Mechanicum -- deadly, yes, but no match for dedicated murderers such as themselves.

This was no normal Explorator fleet, however. It was a fleet of the rarely-seen Auxilia Myrmidon, the most deadly warriors affiliated with the Mechanicum, and easily among some of the most potent of the galaxy. They were an eclectic bunch, ranging from assassins to artillery specialists to walking, multi-armed blademasters, but, without exception, each was a consummate master of their craft, armed with a preternatural knowledge of warfare and some of the most potent armaments in the galaxy, ancient relics from humankind’s past.

The pirates, in their arrogance, never stood a chance. Their vessels were crippled after a brutal, albeit short-lived slugfest, only to be aggressively boarded by those Myrmidons who sought to engage them face-to-face, and in them, Alisha found unlikely saviours. Recruited by circumstance and necessity, offered the unique chance to ensure it would never be victim of such torment ever again -- and the power to prevent the same fate from being inflicted upon others.

Alone and directionless, Alisha was quick to accept, and with that, so too did it forgo its name, assigned a numeric sequence to mark out its position in the fleet's hierarchy until such a time as a name was [i]earned[/i], for in the Auxilia Myrmidon, there was nothing but the study of calculated warfare.

Despite the harsh requirements imposed on Myrmidons, it was treated well, eventually growing so attached to its increasingly mechanical body and uninterested in arbitrary categorizations of human-ness that it abandoned feminine pronouns entirely, choosing some that it found itself more comfortable with.

After all, the newly-minted Myrmidon genuinely loved how secure it felt in its new body -- and especially how powerful it felt, aware that, the longer it persevered and the more it studied, the more capable of preventing such tragedy for occuring it'd become. 

Thus, it would discard arbitrary, narrow-minded notions of human-ness, but not its personhood, always remembering why -- and what for -- it fought, transforming into an avatar of both righteous retribution and a towering, guardian of the helpless and victimized the galaxy over, fuelled by the unstoppable might of the atomic; scouring ionizing radiation, atomantic weapons that could rip apart even the strongest armour, and even bright plasma, so purified that its true neon pink colour can show through. Driven onward by its agonized memories, it quickly earned the name "184-238-84-1-ULTIMA VERBA-PLUTON", rising to become the roving fleet's legendary Myrmidax.
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