Aedhira stepped closer to the shimmering square portal, his heart pounding with anticipation. This was his creation, his Armaspace, a realm born from his very essence. With a deep breath, he crossed the threshold, stepping into the unknown.
The world beyond was a stark contrast to the dimly lit training hall. Aedhira found himself surrounded by endless whiteness, a vast expanse stretching out before him. Yet, amidst the blank canvas of space, he could discern shapes, forms, and figures. They stood like silent sentinels, waiting for his command.
"These must be the Legion," Aedhira muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the countless metallic soldiers that filled the Armaspace.
[Indeed, Sire. Your loyal army awaits your orders.]
Aedhira pondered for a moment, considering the significance of this moment. These soldiers, crafted from his own essence, represented his power, his potential. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride mixed with responsibility.
"Argos, these creatures...they need a new name. Something more fitting, more...regal."
[Of course, Sire. What name would you choose for them?]
Aedhira paused, his mind racing with possibilities. He thought back to the traveler Akari Satou, who named the outpost Fort Blanche after a place from her home planet, Earth. Perhaps he could draw inspiration from her legacy.
"Let's name them...Perpetuus Aes," Aedhira declared, his voice echoing through the vast emptiness of the Armaspace.
[Perpetuus Aes? It's Latin for 'Perpetual Metal.' A fitting name indeed. Why do you choose such a name, Sire?]
Aedhira smiled, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Because unlike flesh, metal never rots. And as long as my heart beats, as long as I endure, my soldiers will stand unwavering, unyielding."
[An apt choice, Sire. Now, let us begin the process of appointing generals to lead the Perpetuus Aes.]
"Generals? Why?"
[Sire, surely you do not intend to try and command this army on your lonesome?]
"Why not? I can do it, just watch me"
Aedhira turned and faced the sea of black metal in this seemingly infinite white space. The only reason he could deduce the horizon was the sheer amount of soldiers.
"Or maybe that's not a horizon and just more soldiers" He murmured
"You know in retrospect, maybe a division of roles is in order"
[Affirmative]
Aedhira nodded, his mind focused on the task at hand. Among the hundreds of thousands of metal figures that filled the Armaspace, he would choose five individuals to serve as his generals. These would be the leaders, the strategists, the pillars of his army.
Worse yet, there were far to many types of machines under his command. Enough, that even if he were to personally sort through them for a month, he'd most likely only cover about half. And that was with his absurd comprehensive speed.
As he began the selection process, Aedhira felt a sense of pride swell within him. He was no longer just a lone homunculus, hiding out on a lifeless moon. He was the commander of the Perpetuus Aes, and with his loyal generals by his side, he would forge his path, shape his destiny, and confront the challenges that lay ahead.
[If you plan on challenging something impossible, I would suggest otherwise. Compared to a well fitted army on Veria, a single battalion would mean at least one or two million beings. It would be unwise trying to fight a battle when you are so outnumbered.]
"Tsk, might as well take a hike don't you think, I was daydreaming"
[No]
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