Hex contemplated the events of recent weeks, how things had come to this point. The fight between Gunther and Lord Brutin; the latter's disappearance with Verishia, Alaemnah, and Nadine. The short-lived war between Fen Strider and the combined forces of the New Lupinosii Nation and the Marduk task force.
These seemed to be the primary triggers in the decline of both Association activity, and Hex's personal involvement in that Association. Finally the machine had heard a response from Lord Brutin, delivered by messenger from wherever he was currently. In short, Brutin had accepted Hex's resignation, as well as Hex's payment for the services of the bulk of the Legion.
Hex and the Legion of Chain would be leaving the Slaver Association, becoming independants.
This situation was hardly ideal, and Hex disliked what he could only describe as quitting his post. The truth of the matter was that Hex had joined the Association to guard Brutin and his interests. With Brutin gone from Rhydin for the forseeable future, there was little for Hex to do. The one thing Hex was actually pleased with was the training the machine had instilled into the soldiers of the Legion. The troops were well versed in a variety of weaponry and battle styles, from sword and shield to power-armor and energy weapons. The Legion of Chain had become a formidable force, and now it was time to seek their fortunes and test their mettle once again.
Coming back to the present, the machine stood in the command post in the middle of the Legion's encampment. Some ten thousand soldiers would be joining Hex as it left the Association. Already most of the supplies and equipment Hex had brought to the Association compound had been stripped down and shipped in transports. The Legion's new home was an orbital platform constructed by the Marduk task force during the war with Fen Stridar. That space station would now serve as headquarters, barracks, and training grounds for the newly re-named Iron Dragons Mercenaries
An aide walked up to the humanoid machine and saluted, handing over a data-pad. "Sir, the last of the equipment has been loaded, and the troops are boarding the transports now."
Hex returned the salute and looked over the report, finally nodding to the soldier. "Very well. Mine will be the last transport to leave. Please inform all relevant officers I will be arriving later this evening. I have another task that must be completed before I can rendezvous at the platform."
The soldier nodded and saluted again before turning to carry out Hex's orders. Once again the machine was somewhat suprised with the seeming loyalty of these organic soldiers to their obviously inorganic Commisar. Looking out across the nearly gutted encampment, the remainder of the Legion of Chain would stay with the Association, however the best of that army was leaving as the transports begain lifting into the sky, quickly arcing up towards the heavens...
These seemed to be the primary triggers in the decline of both Association activity, and Hex's personal involvement in that Association. Finally the machine had heard a response from Lord Brutin, delivered by messenger from wherever he was currently. In short, Brutin had accepted Hex's resignation, as well as Hex's payment for the services of the bulk of the Legion.
Hex and the Legion of Chain would be leaving the Slaver Association, becoming independants.
This situation was hardly ideal, and Hex disliked what he could only describe as quitting his post. The truth of the matter was that Hex had joined the Association to guard Brutin and his interests. With Brutin gone from Rhydin for the forseeable future, there was little for Hex to do. The one thing Hex was actually pleased with was the training the machine had instilled into the soldiers of the Legion. The troops were well versed in a variety of weaponry and battle styles, from sword and shield to power-armor and energy weapons. The Legion of Chain had become a formidable force, and now it was time to seek their fortunes and test their mettle once again.
Coming back to the present, the machine stood in the command post in the middle of the Legion's encampment. Some ten thousand soldiers would be joining Hex as it left the Association. Already most of the supplies and equipment Hex had brought to the Association compound had been stripped down and shipped in transports. The Legion's new home was an orbital platform constructed by the Marduk task force during the war with Fen Stridar. That space station would now serve as headquarters, barracks, and training grounds for the newly re-named Iron Dragons Mercenaries
An aide walked up to the humanoid machine and saluted, handing over a data-pad. "Sir, the last of the equipment has been loaded, and the troops are boarding the transports now."
Hex returned the salute and looked over the report, finally nodding to the soldier. "Very well. Mine will be the last transport to leave. Please inform all relevant officers I will be arriving later this evening. I have another task that must be completed before I can rendezvous at the platform."
The soldier nodded and saluted again before turning to carry out Hex's orders. Once again the machine was somewhat suprised with the seeming loyalty of these organic soldiers to their obviously inorganic Commisar. Looking out across the nearly gutted encampment, the remainder of the Legion of Chain would stay with the Association, however the best of that army was leaving as the transports begain lifting into the sky, quickly arcing up towards the heavens...