Excerpt #312
The Fleshmaster scanned the field with the ocular device attached to his brain. The battle had been hard fought with whole teams of puppets dying almost to the man. The snipers though, had done their jobs well, ending the lives of both the Mindmage and the Machine Master. The puppetdancer of the remaining squad approached him. "My master there are many dead space marines. Shall we collect them and their gear?" The Fleshmaster sneered. "Gear? What use do I have for gear? Strip them of their flesh, what little of it there is. These 'Steel Warriors' do love their bionics." There was an explosion in the distance. The puppetdancer turned to face it, fearful of the heat of the plasma cannon shots that had cause the sound. The Fleshmaster chuckled. "Haywire the cyborg as well. I wish to study the ancient flesh entombed inside." The puppetdancer nodded and went to carry out its master's orders.