>>5186123His fingers crawled up and down, many metal joints working as he played what you assumed where to corresponding chords. But you had little knowledge of playing instruments. "I would work to recover what I discovered, even down into the festering bowels of great tombs and rusted necropoli I went. I was something of an adventurer in my youth, dare I say even a hero. Now of course, other academics argue that most songs weren't really forgotten, however they were simply whittled down and reshaped. Neu gemacht. Many of our popular pieces of music share the same chords and note progression as Pre-fall classics. We basically copied ourselves, a fragment of humanity passed along an odd tune here. A favourite verse there. And after ages pass, they resurface. So gut wie neu. What was once lost is found, hidden away within an ancient and decrepit device the size of your thumb." Stumpfegger produces a small device, polished and protected by a glass orb that it floated within. His long limbs easily hand it to you over the wide desk. The clear ball was deceivingly heavy.
"Isn't that fascinating? Just like weaponry and other secrets. Us, all of we humans are fighting to remember. Isn't that funny? Some wild theories are even propose by the madmen in Free Lutetia. Some insisting our extraterrestrial acquisitions can be harnessed to pursue the past. Many far from reputable experiments have taken place and with their results many exorbitant claims are made… Scheiße. Unreliable shit, but very intriguing. No? Oh! Accept my apologies Herr Mortimer I am prattling on." A gap opens up as the music switches to another you didn't recognize. The haunting face watches you, the Over-Marshal's observers pivot. Little orbs of light reading your expressions closely. Or so you thought, you watched him back with a shared intensity. Exposed material poses as human muscles, the rubbery hue left an uncanny appearance.
You began to grow uncomfortable by the feeling of him watching you, watching him. "Herr Stumpfegger? Where you ever a Pilot? Dr. Yumigawa informed me that you will be taking the reins of the unit as we proceed with training." Thorsten tilts his head. Gargled static is projected at you as the man slaps his hand on the desk. Skeletal jaw opening and closing vigorously. "Von Gott! I have never been a Pilot. But nevertheless I have spent the last century researching, observing and directly participating in the training of Phobos pilots. The Schulz & Wagner Group of The 1st Synthetech Hegemony has vested interests in the development of human and xenos integration. Ofcourse we don't just work with your Empire alone, the Hegemony has agents throught the world." The Over-Marshal's hands flicked through the air as he projected a very grainy picture.
