"You'll have to excuse Frederic... he hasn't been the same after... well, you remember."
-Subrhone Malfes Sternbrugge, Custodian of Prince Fredric van Heinhelm.
"If the OD-RSDs were here already, the facility would have gone up in smoke a long time ago..."
"This is Skybase Alpha-One broadcasting to Skybase Alpha-Two through Six. Seventeen point zero VD-TD Drop Ships inbound towards Korolis Sector, Quadrant Two. ETA approximate - 0030 hours. Recalibrating Ground Ordinance to avoid excess Friendly Fire. Reaffirming aerial perimeters and air supremacy..."
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman