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As Chronus seems content in his victory, he grows slightly uneasy, almost sensing something in his presence, observing him. As if out of instinct (but robots don't have that, do they?), he turns to see if something indeed lurks behind him. Finding nothing, he returns to face forward, and instantly, a flash of light momentarily blinds him. As he focuses to see through the oppressive glare, A slightly familiar voice emanates from the room around him.
Sad, demented fool. I've dealt with rampant AI's before... you're almost a stereotype, you know that? I gave you a warning before, and you've still dealt very poorly with your reception of it. Have you forgotten? I will not spare you again, should you continue. The unrighteous will know judgement. I will be watching.
With that, the brightness fades except for a brief image of a figure... almost a shadow himself save for his blazing eyes, infuriated with a flame of such pure light that Chronus could neither stare nor look away from them; he was fixed terribly in their gaze. The figure raised his right hand, exposing the hilt of a sword, before vanishing from his sight, leaving all as it was before on the bridge of the Tempest. Except, to Chronus' alarm, the initials CMD burned deep into the floor beneath his feet.
[Edited on 9/30/2004 11:35:58 PM]