As Aedhira's command echoed through the Armaspace, the white square shimmered with ethereal energy, ready to summon forth the next member of his Aes army. With a flicker of anticipation, he awaited the emergence of his chosen companions, each a testament to his growing power and influence.
*THUD*
Another heavy impact reverberated through the chamber as the next figure stepped out of the Armaspace. This time, it was the Arpente Ange, ANGE42, representing the Airborne Class. A sleek and elegant humanoid form, its metallic wings unfurled gracefully as it landed with a gentle grace. Its eyes, glowing with....haughty pride, met Aedhira's gaze as it stood before him.
'Hoh? This is gonna be interesting' Aedhira thought.
[I am at your service, sire. Command me as you will.]
Aedhira nodded, acknowledging the presence of his airborne ally. "Your name shall be... Uddiya. May your wings carry us to victory."
The Arpente Ange, now named Seraphine, bowed slightly in acknowledgment, a sense of purpose emanating from its metallic frame.
Next to emerge from the Armaspace was the Shenmi Infernale , FEU21 , embodying the Firepower Class. Resplendent in its sleek yet metallic robes, the metallic wizard stood tall, staff raised and ready to unleash its mystical power upon any who dared oppose them. Yet, there wasn't anything to unleash upon. It looked around curiously before setting it's eyes on its sire.
And it didn't take long to understand what was going on. It bowed, on one knee, it's head facing the ground. Curious enough however, the over-sized hat on its head didn't seem to fall off.
[How may I serve, master?]
'Skeptic but smart. He'll be useful when the time comes. And his name...'
Aedhira pondered for a moment before bestowing a name upon his magical ally. "Your name shall be... Exousis. May your flames illuminate our path to victory."
Pyraxis nodded in understanding, a flicker of mana dancing around its form as it took it's side alongside the other Maxims.
With the logistics class represented by the Mécano Maître , U31 , and its accompanying bots, Aedhira found himself faced with a trio of helpful assistants, each ready to aid in the upkeep and organization of their forces. The leader among them, short but held it's head high.
Despite being automatons, it seemed each one had it's own personality. Just like any other orthodox being.
[How may we be of assistance, commander?]
Aedhira smiled, appreciating the attitude of his logistical team. "Your names shall be... Mender, Mentor, and Monitor. Together, may you ensure the smooth operation of our forces."
'Argos said that they seem to have an attitude, but I suppose it'd be necessary to keep the others in line, and from looking down on them. After all, they're part of the minority that won't have to do any fighting.'
The trio of bots nodded in unison, their visors glowing with readiness as they awaited their next directives.
Finally, it was time for the last, the scout class to make its appearance. With a sense of anticipation, Aedhira watched as the last member of his Aes army emerged from the Armaspace.
*WHIRRR*
A more subtle entrance this time, as the Sentinel Sceadu, INFR05, stepped forth. rugged, and....ordinary, its metallic form seemed to blend seamlessly into the surroundings. The only thing that stood out was it's singular visual receptor....it's eye, glowing a bright blue, like the rest.
[I am ready to serve, commander.]
Aedhira considered for a moment before assigning a name to his stealthy scout. "Your name shall be... Nitzol."
No remark was reserved for him however. Nothing set him apart.
Out of all the maxims, that had something defining them, he lacked. So he'd have the hardest job of them all. Proving himself.
Nitzol nodded, a glint of disappointment, a bit disappointed in it's treatment compared to the other Maxims. But he, like the others, were not humans, not bogged down by emotions like humans would. It acknowledged it's shortcomings and it had too many. It took it's place alongside the rest and bowed.
With his chosen companions assembled before him, Aedhira felt a surge of pride. These were his, his Maxims, and they'd be the ones to be at every crooked turn in journey forward.
"Rise, we have work to do"
And so they did, yet Exousis had a question and so did Monitor.
[What kind of work sire]
A smile, a mischievous one, graced itself upon our protagonist's face. One the Maxims would come to dread in the time to come.
"Cleaning"