Even amidst the quiet hum of the station, a rare opportunity arose for Rattan. He was granted access to a training area, a vast, cavernous space where some of the more advanced ratfolk units were undergoing drills. This was his chance to see his creations in action: the magi-tech armor and weapons he had painstakingly designed and forged.
As the ratfolk soldiers moved through their exercises, Rattan's eyes, normally sharp with a perpetual engineering glint, narrowed in an almost predatory focus. He watched as a squad, clad in the sleek, composite plating of his armor, darted through an obstacle course. The embedded rune-circuits glowed faintly, a testament to the internal energy matrices he'd woven into their very structure. He noted the way the armor articulated, allowing for surprising agility despite its robust appearance. One rat-soldier, particularly adept, rolled under a simulated laser grid, the armored plates shifting with an almost fluid grace.
