[The word is repeated, echoed even as she stands at the base of the ramp -- not because she is polite, or fearful, but entirely aware of how alien her surroundings are. The entire Station is incredibly overwhelming, technologies she could never have imagined, things that made even Titan constructs seem primitive. Somewhere between the hall, she had stowed her swords. In spite of her wariness, there was no mistaking Cathaway for an enemy.
She was the source of everything coursing through her. The mind of the Hive buzzing in her skull -- a modern day Lich King, if she had to compare her to something familiar. Its a dance she has danced before.
It doesn't matter where "here" is right this moment. She remembers the Burning Legion, and giving the order to attack. She remembers the hurried rescue, the enemies too strong to fight. And she remembers all those that surrounded her.]
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[The word is repeated, echoed even as she stands at the base of the ramp -- not because she is polite, or fearful, but entirely aware of how alien her surroundings are. The entire Station is incredibly overwhelming, technologies she could never have imagined, things that made even Titan constructs seem primitive. Somewhere between the hall, she had stowed her swords. In spite of her wariness, there was no mistaking Cathaway for an enemy.
She was the source of everything coursing through her. The mind of the Hive buzzing in her skull -- a modern day Lich King, if she had to compare her to something familiar. Its a dance she has danced before.
It doesn't matter where "here" is right this moment. She remembers the Burning Legion, and giving the order to attack. She remembers the hurried rescue, the enemies too strong to fight. And she remembers all those that surrounded her.]
Where are my Knights?