+++The +REDACTED+ studied the holo-image hovering above his vox console,

the translucent figure dissolving into a foam of static as the link terminated.

He knew the supplier was not to be trusted, given his predilections for

offering items of untold value to Apex dilettantes, items essential for

his researches. But what the supplier was offering in this latest +REDACTED+ 

 was of unmatched worth, yet also of unmatched risk. To possess

something so unique though, so powerful, so worthy of his study…

Data flowed in the dark meldings of heretical cogitator and spliced

neural tissue within his altered skull, and +REDACTED+ arrived at

a decision. The item would be his, even if it meant the Hive

collapsing into a pit of rusted metal and mangled, violated flesh.+++