Velikan passed by at an easy saunter, doing his self-imposed rounds of the base to stretch his legs and get some fresh air. His helmet had already been polished clean, his gun tended, and his armor triple checked for defects. Expanding his scrutiny to the entire base was the only thing left on his daily to-do list.

Not that his scrutiny was going to amount to anything big. It was mostly for his own uses; where he would or would not go in the event of a siege, who he would or would not rely on in a time of need, what could be fashioned as a makeshift weapon and what could be used as cover.

It was mostly a thought exercise for him, and thought exercises like this were once the basis for the so-called legends that now accompanied his name.