Imperfection.

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...Right...so, at any rate, on that last mission, it may have seemed like I pulled out a bit early due to sheer terror.  I'm here to assure you all that such a thing is impossible.  Indeed, my body is tooled to use the adrenaline rush from fear to fuel my mind, and heighten the abilities of my machine even higher.


...So why did I leave?  It's actually rather simple, you see...most humans use about 10% of their brains at a time. Even Newtypes don't use more than 20 or 30% at a time...I, on the other hand, use somewhere around 90% of it at once.  This, sadly, has the side effect of amplifying whatever the hell those Festum things were doing...I retreated to distance myself from the attack, lest I be turned against you all.  Trust me, none of you want to ever become my enemy. I'm sure you wouldn't last long.


On the plus side, Reinheit will be good to launch again with a fresh coat of paint. Which is more than I can say for some pilots on that last mission...


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[Prime is in his quarters, growling to himself and pacing the room like a madman. His mirror looks like it was hit with a blunt object, and shattered bits are strewn across the floor.  He's softly cursing under his breath. Do you approach?]