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Titles: [Construct], [Order-Keeper] - #bc8dbf

With the assault coming to an end, all immediate threats seemingly have been dealt with, Von Mackstein speakers let out a clear, resonant gruff. [color=bc8dbf]"That was the type of victory reserved [i]only [/i]for men of valor, under the watchful eye of the Kaiser!"[/color] The machine declared, tone resonant, confident and dangerously boisterous.

Its head shifted, following the recoiling ethereal arm with its optical scanners. And, if possible, the war-relic's 'eyes' would have narrowed as they reached the four-armed skeleton who emerged from one of the pillars. The creature's indignation about one of the irregulars, Francis, having tried to eat one of its ghastly appendages in self-defense found no purchase on the machine. [color=bc8dbf]"So, YOU are behind all of this, you anarchist!"[/color] One gloved finger, pointed accusatorially against the being, before boots began stomping against the sandstone. [b][Von Mackstein - Action 1][/b]

As it marched forward, the commanding machine emitted a quick series of beeps and signals, coming out its speaker. [b][Von Mackstein - Action 2][/b] The sounds prompted all the four Line Fusiliers to snap their carbines once more, the sights trained now on the anatomically aberrant creature. [b][Line Fusiliers #1, #2, #3, #4 - Action 1][/b]

And, upon reaching it, the automata's arms launched, trying to grab the bony-individual by its protruding upper collarbone and shaking it around. [color=bc8dbf]"Who planned this rebellion? Who is leading your numbers? Are you in cohorts with that mustachioed [b]lance-corporal[/b]?!"[/color] The machine began questioning the skeleton, intent being more important than its alien visage.

CDs: Line Fusiliers #1, #2, #3, #4 E 1/1