The ancient metal grilles hissed with steam and the dim tubes flickered with soft orange light. Around the room sat a group of scientists, arrayed around a flat sheet of steel resting on milk crates. Upon this crude table they had placed diagrams of the mineral fabricators. The quiet hum of serious discussion was stifled by the hiss and groan of the creaking station, but the staff persevered.
Until the Ram burst through the door.
Now, the Ram had lived most of his life working for a Warlord called the Spider. He had fought tooth and nail up the ranks until, one day, he found himself atop the throne of the sixth layer, his mentor dismembered on the floor. As one of the toughest killers, and cleverest leaders, he had fought his way into become one of the most powerful members of society. The Queen had decided that he would lead the first scouting expeditions, and be named the first official Warlord. Plans were already in place for the construction of his Ripper and his Howler troops.
The Ram and his bodyguards entered the room and quickly blocked off the exit. Then, he lifted his goat-horned helmet off, and said “Who is in charge here?” One of the scientists raised his hand, and with one smooth motion, the Ram pulled a knife from his tunic and cut the offending limb off. “Wrong answer. Let me ask again. Who is in charge here?” This time, the group chorused “You!”
The Ram looked at the group of terrified men, and grinned. “Right answer.”
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