Ferrus looked at the hand, the one that had been replaced while the machines around and connected to him hummed, buzzed, and burbled. "They said I'd be stronger, that I could live forever." He closes the hand into a fist before relaxing it again, "But why do I feel dead without the thrill of combat. When there is no war, is the warrior truly alive?"

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Commission for  ferrus-metallicus of his personal character having received some combat and life extension cybernetics. But he appears to be having second thoughts about his choice in accepting them.

 ferrus-metallicus © Himself
Art © Me