"Odin's" Hammer and Sickle

[Keller]

The arrival of their much anticipated visitor was rather delayed, at least by one hour over the timing they were told he would arrive, but the moment he did, the very tune of the working environment changed, the bickering, chatting and constant noise seemed to hush as a freighter moored with the station. Whether this quietness was out of respect, fear or both, wasn't fully clear, but what was clear was that now the effectiveness of the freshly established S.C.E.C would be gauged by a figure of notoriety.

The guest of the hour was more than familiar with the layout of the station, walking briskly and with an audible thump to every step their boots took, people that stood by to greet him with overenthusiastic salutes were disregarded, it was almost as if the fully concealed figure paid them no mind and took no cognizance of anyone's presence, this changed upon being met with the sight of the Odin carefully locked into place within one of the workshop hangars.

While Lukas, or Krsnik, as he preferred to be called had fully expected to not be able to truly recognize what was once his mentor's Loki, he didn't believe it would appear this different, even to him, when witnessed in the flesh. It was daunting, the jagged wings felt as if they were a warning of what was to come, the aggressive red silhouette conjured up the feeling of impending violence and a complete lack of value for any concept of mercy. If what he was told about the new internal systems wasn't a lie, the craft would now even bleed when damaged, given the circulation of the arterial blood from fallen foes within, making the ship seem like a living extension of its pilot.

Stepping close to the ship and ignoring whomever might have been nearby just for a few moments, for the sake of examining the finish applied to the hull, caused even Krsnik's hair to stand on end beneath his suit, it felt like approaching death. The team had overachieved if anything. Almost as soon as he drew this conclusion, he snapped himself back to the moment at hand, looking around for the project-lead.

"Doctor Belov?" He called out, tone slightly modulated by the helmet firmly locked into place upon his head.

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"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."