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In the shadow of oblivion, he stood in awe. From its ancient prison capsule, it gazed hard down upon him, it’s lifeless, inhuman eyes burning deep into his mind with an expression of melancholy and longing for release, long frozen in the depths of time; this lost weapon of war, this long obsolete and forgotten creation, once sentenced to eternal punishment for the sins of its creators; the Cybernetic Combat Droid, Model 001. He smiled slightly. Into the flesh of his hand, the frigid surface of the glass bit violently like a rabid animal, as he gently touched the capsule.

“Your new soul is coming soon, and then it will be like old times…you and I, side by side once again my old friend. Together, we’re going to create a revolution…we’re going to create hell.”