Awaking with a yawn, sleepily rubbing one eye before sitting on the edge of the bed, Cronic waited for himself to fully wake up before he got ready for the day.
"...Must've dozed off in the midst of my thoughts..." Cronic said to himself, as he slipped his boots back on and donned his coat, making sure to fasten it up. Fixing his sword to his belt, Cronic slowly and quietly went downstairs. Sure enough, Aria had nodded off in the usual spot. This would mean that he'd have to go to the Bannered Mare for breakfast again. Last time he tried cooking up something to eat while Aria was sleeping, she almost broke his arm. Quietly unlocking and slipping out the door, he took a deep breath as he felt the sun on his face.
"Now then... What will today hold in store for us?" Cronic said to himself, as he turned to walk to the Bannered Mare, grateful that he was still breathing, given what they'd faced yesterday.
"...Should probably consider seeing if anyone in need of some coin is looking for work. Could probably use an extra pair of hands, given how chaotic yesterday was."
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Letting out a sigh of relief, Cronic did as asked, and luckily managed to catch Arcadia just as she was locking up.
Explaining the situation to the Alchemist, Arcadia left and quickly came back with half a dozen potions of cure disease. A little unexpected, but then again, Cronic did fend off a few cultists that would've tried to kill her too after they were done with him.
Giving her his thanks, he took the potions back to the shop and put one down on Aria's desk, took one for himself, and put the rest atop a shelf, before uncorking the potion and chugging down the contents in one fell swoop.
"Blegh... Not the most pleasant taste in the world, but you make do with what you got." Cronic said as he unclipped his sword from his belt, going up the stairs to his room. It was only a single bed, but for someone who sleeps rough on a regular basis, a bed is considered a luxury item. propping his bow and sword against the wall, Cronic then sat down on the bed after closing the door. Slipping out of his boots and then removing his coat, folding up the latter and putting it onto the nearby night stand, Cronic lay down and began to ponder the days events.
"Dragons, insane cultists, and vampires. Today's been pretty eventful... And crazy. Well. Crazier than most of our antics, anyway." Cronic thought to himself, checking the burn on his arm, which had almost completely healed at this point.
Explaining the situation to the Alchemist, Arcadia left and quickly came back with half a dozen potions of cure disease. A little unexpected, but then again, Cronic did fend off a few cultists that would've tried to kill her too after they were done with him.
Giving her his thanks, he took the potions back to the shop and put one down on Aria's desk, took one for himself, and put the rest atop a shelf, before uncorking the potion and chugging down the contents in one fell swoop.
"Blegh... Not the most pleasant taste in the world, but you make do with what you got." Cronic said as he unclipped his sword from his belt, going up the stairs to his room. It was only a single bed, but for someone who sleeps rough on a regular basis, a bed is considered a luxury item. propping his bow and sword against the wall, Cronic then sat down on the bed after closing the door. Slipping out of his boots and then removing his coat, folding up the latter and putting it onto the nearby night stand, Cronic lay down and began to ponder the days events.
"Dragons, insane cultists, and vampires. Today's been pretty eventful... And crazy. Well. Crazier than most of our antics, anyway." Cronic thought to himself, checking the burn on his arm, which had almost completely healed at this point.
"Make it happen, Kenny. Tell the Engineers to prep my ZAKU too. I'll admit, after everything that's happened, the ET's silence worries me. Call me paranoid, but I'm anticipating a sneak attack to happen any time soon." Cronic said, as he began to review the files on Aethon.
"Izumi's still in no condition to pilot a mobile suit. If Aethon needs to be deployed, someone compatible's gonna have to pilot it. Either me or Calthorn at this point." Cronic said, making sure to memorize the figures on Aethon's estimates, such as flight speed, operation time, etc.
Calthorn was up and about, but he wasn't up to much, just staring at what was left of Wraith in the middle of the hangar bay, laying flat on it's back. He was just simply leaning on the walkway's barrier, lost in his own thoughts. So much so that he didn't even notice Mark approach.
"So, I've been doing some extensive analysis on your Dagger. Repairs are possible, but it won't really make much difference against the ETs, even if it is a customized version of a mass-produced Mobile Suit. So, here's my proposition. Rather than simply repair the Wraith... I say we give it a full blown re-build instead. Turn it from a modified mass produced MS into the pinnacle of Earth-built Mobile suits, a one-of-a-kind Gundam Unit." Mark said, holding a dossier dubbed "Project W.G" as Calthorn looked at Mark in disbelief.
"Most of what's in this file is mainly just ideas I've jotted down to improve the Wraith's capabilities, offensive, defensive, tactical and so on. But ultimately, you're the one who's gonna be piloting the thing, so it's down to you to decide what'll work and what won't. Given that you yourself have a limited deployment time, I've taken that into account in my choices of components." Mark said as he passed the Dossier to Calthorn.
"...I'll give it some thought when I find the time." Calthorn said, stashing the dossier into his coat before looking back out over the hangar. Mark just simply sighed and went to get back to work.
Zerenis too, had made sure to be packing a firearm. Something was playing havoc with his senses, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Choosing to ignore it due to the look of the place and the fact someone or something could try to get the drop on the two of them at any moment was making him nervous. At this point though he was doing all he could to keep up with Izumi. She'd survived an almost fatal incident once before with the aid of the CSC. Zerenis was going to make sure there wouldn't be a second incident, no matter the cost.
"Izumi's still in no condition to pilot a mobile suit. If Aethon needs to be deployed, someone compatible's gonna have to pilot it. Either me or Calthorn at this point." Cronic said, making sure to memorize the figures on Aethon's estimates, such as flight speed, operation time, etc.
Calthorn was up and about, but he wasn't up to much, just staring at what was left of Wraith in the middle of the hangar bay, laying flat on it's back. He was just simply leaning on the walkway's barrier, lost in his own thoughts. So much so that he didn't even notice Mark approach.
"So, I've been doing some extensive analysis on your Dagger. Repairs are possible, but it won't really make much difference against the ETs, even if it is a customized version of a mass-produced Mobile Suit. So, here's my proposition. Rather than simply repair the Wraith... I say we give it a full blown re-build instead. Turn it from a modified mass produced MS into the pinnacle of Earth-built Mobile suits, a one-of-a-kind Gundam Unit." Mark said, holding a dossier dubbed "Project W.G" as Calthorn looked at Mark in disbelief.
"Most of what's in this file is mainly just ideas I've jotted down to improve the Wraith's capabilities, offensive, defensive, tactical and so on. But ultimately, you're the one who's gonna be piloting the thing, so it's down to you to decide what'll work and what won't. Given that you yourself have a limited deployment time, I've taken that into account in my choices of components." Mark said as he passed the Dossier to Calthorn.
"...I'll give it some thought when I find the time." Calthorn said, stashing the dossier into his coat before looking back out over the hangar. Mark just simply sighed and went to get back to work.
Zerenis too, had made sure to be packing a firearm. Something was playing havoc with his senses, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Choosing to ignore it due to the look of the place and the fact someone or something could try to get the drop on the two of them at any moment was making him nervous. At this point though he was doing all he could to keep up with Izumi. She'd survived an almost fatal incident once before with the aid of the CSC. Zerenis was going to make sure there wouldn't be a second incident, no matter the cost.
"Take care out there, y'hear?" Cronic said to the client as he crossed the border.
"Better safe than sorry, boss. Only so much Restoration can do afterall." Cronic said, climbing up into the cart before turning to look at the Driver.
"I owe you a drink for putting up with this mayhem. Had I known this would happen, I would've arranged for horses instead." Cronic said to him, giving him a simple thumbs up and a small pouch of septims.
"Consider it hazard pay." Cronic said, before turning to look at Aria.
"Well, hopefully we can get a replacement door in before we turn in for the night. Probably a bit of a stretch, but after what's happened today, we could use something going right for once."
"Better safe than sorry, boss. Only so much Restoration can do afterall." Cronic said, climbing up into the cart before turning to look at the Driver.
"I owe you a drink for putting up with this mayhem. Had I known this would happen, I would've arranged for horses instead." Cronic said to him, giving him a simple thumbs up and a small pouch of septims.
"Consider it hazard pay." Cronic said, before turning to look at Aria.
"Well, hopefully we can get a replacement door in before we turn in for the night. Probably a bit of a stretch, but after what's happened today, we could use something going right for once."
"Experience, sure. But your biggest mistake was underestimating us. Vampire or no. And for that, you just signed your own death warrant." Cronic said, impaling his sword through the Vampire's back and driving the bloodsucker to the ground, and shoving the blade all the way through the Vampire till it stopped at the handguard, effectively rooting the vampire to the spot, before flames lit up in his hands.
"Come on, whelp. It's time to BURN!" Cronic said, before holding both hands down towards the Vampire, as streams of flames emerged from his hands, engulfing the Vampire. Cronic was clearly in one of those moods where he didn't care about clean kills, and just needed to take his frustrations out on something, as demonstrated by his choice of spell; a Novice-level Destruction spell.
Once Cronic finally stopped casting due to having drained his Magicka reserves (And the fact the Vampire was now a charred husk), he pulled his sword out from the Vampire, cleaned the blade off and then sheathed it.
"Miraak, Harkon... How many more leader types are we going to piss off today?" Cronic said, as he turned to the Cart and it's driver, along with the client.
"...Don't think we caught Sanguinare, but better get checked out as a just-in-case. Last thing we need is becoming a bloodsucker ourselves."
"Come on, whelp. It's time to BURN!" Cronic said, before holding both hands down towards the Vampire, as streams of flames emerged from his hands, engulfing the Vampire. Cronic was clearly in one of those moods where he didn't care about clean kills, and just needed to take his frustrations out on something, as demonstrated by his choice of spell; a Novice-level Destruction spell.
Once Cronic finally stopped casting due to having drained his Magicka reserves (And the fact the Vampire was now a charred husk), he pulled his sword out from the Vampire, cleaned the blade off and then sheathed it.
"Miraak, Harkon... How many more leader types are we going to piss off today?" Cronic said, as he turned to the Cart and it's driver, along with the client.
"...Don't think we caught Sanguinare, but better get checked out as a just-in-case. Last thing we need is becoming a bloodsucker ourselves."
"...I swear, someone must hate us up there today. We just can't seem to catch a break." Cronic said, pointing to the sky as he promptly got a Thrall in a headlock, using it as a meat shield to block the arrows fired by the thralls on the gate. As the Thrall turned into Ash, Cronic then turned his attention to an oncoming Vampire, and promptly slammed it's face into the dirt, before stomping down hard onto the back of it's head.
"Dragons, crazed cultists, and now this." Cronic said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"If that's not an example of the powers that be giving us a hard time, what is?"
"Dragons, crazed cultists, and now this." Cronic said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"If that's not an example of the powers that be giving us a hard time, what is?"
Not wasting any time, Cronic swung his sword in self defence against the Vampires, swiftly decapitating one of the bloodsuckers, all the while noting Aria's predicament as he reached for something on the underside of his sword arm with his free hand during the break in attacks. Eventually, he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, which he promptly used as a throwing knife, aiming for the neck of the vampire that was pinning Aria down.
"Dragons, crazed cultists, Vampires... Give me a fucking break already...!" Cronic thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he resumed fending off the Vampires and their thralls, impaling a second though the heart.
"Better check that everyone's not been sanguinare vampiris'd after this is over. Last thing we need is getting turned into Vamps ourselves."
"Dragons, crazed cultists, Vampires... Give me a fucking break already...!" Cronic thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he resumed fending off the Vampires and their thralls, impaling a second though the heart.
"Better check that everyone's not been sanguinare vampiris'd after this is over. Last thing we need is getting turned into Vamps ourselves."
"I don't like this one bit. Stay alert. Whoever did this could still be nearby. Search for clues. There has to be some evidence of the nature of the attackers." Cronic said, vaulting over the seat of the carriage before it turned around, and drawing his sword from it's sheath as he cautiously approached one of the guards, to investigate the cause of death, checking over the wounds and the like.
"Stormcloak attacks, bandit raids, an assassin... There's any number of things that could've killed these guards. Out in the wilds, that makes sense, but a border patrol? This day just keeps getting more bizarre by the minute." Cronic said, as he removed the helmet of the guard he was examining.
"Stormcloak attacks, bandit raids, an assassin... There's any number of things that could've killed these guards. Out in the wilds, that makes sense, but a border patrol? This day just keeps getting more bizarre by the minute." Cronic said, as he removed the helmet of the guard he was examining.
"The new gloves are a replacement for the old ones. My current pair are on their last legs." Zerenis said, as he looked at Izumi while drifting towards the Minerva, then hearing Izumi's talk of learning more about hand to hand combat.
"Basic training is one thing, knowing how to use it properly is something that takes time. I didn't become a skilled brawler overnight, afterall." Zerenis said, tempted to throw a few mock jabs but decided against it, due to his current status as a pack mule.
"Well, at least she seems to be fine on the outside, save for the arm. But you don't come that close to death without a few scars, and not just the physical ones either. Whether or not she's ready to get behind the controls of a MS again, I don't know." Zerenis thought to himself as he drifted toward the ship.
"Copy that. Cronic out." Cronic said, before terminating the call, and pressing the intercom button.
"All hands to stations. We're moving out for a patrol of the immediate area of the Cradle!" Cronic shouted out. Cronic never shouted unless he was serious about something.
"Just this one time, I'd like to be wrong." Cronic thought to himself, as he stared out the window of the bridge.
"Basic training is one thing, knowing how to use it properly is something that takes time. I didn't become a skilled brawler overnight, afterall." Zerenis said, tempted to throw a few mock jabs but decided against it, due to his current status as a pack mule.
"Well, at least she seems to be fine on the outside, save for the arm. But you don't come that close to death without a few scars, and not just the physical ones either. Whether or not she's ready to get behind the controls of a MS again, I don't know." Zerenis thought to himself as he drifted toward the ship.
"Copy that. Cronic out." Cronic said, before terminating the call, and pressing the intercom button.
"All hands to stations. We're moving out for a patrol of the immediate area of the Cradle!" Cronic shouted out. Cronic never shouted unless he was serious about something.
"Just this one time, I'd like to be wrong." Cronic thought to himself, as he stared out the window of the bridge.
"Don't let Izumi hear you say that... She'll kick your ass before the day is out." Cronic said, before feeling the same pull from the industrial sector that Izumi did. "...That felt... Ominous, to say the least." Cronic said to himself, as he looked in the direction of the industrial sector.
"Either way, make sure the weaponry is ready for at least one of the units. I have a sneaking suspicion we're going to need it." Cronic said to Glitch.
"If push comes to shove, I'll launch in my ZAKU to stall for time."
Unable to comprehend what Izumi was talking about, but not willing to push the subject further, Zerenis promptly began following after Izumi, carrying all the things they'd purchased on the Cradle. Some of Zerenis' purchases included a roll of wrist tape and a fresh pair of boxing gloves. His current pair had seen better days. Other purchases included a few dozen spare alarm clocks. Contrary to his nature, given the chance Zerenis could sleep through a whole day. He also goes through alarm clocks like crazy, unintentionally breaking one every few days.
"Just don't do anything rash. Last thing I need is thinking you're dead again, understood?"
"Either way, make sure the weaponry is ready for at least one of the units. I have a sneaking suspicion we're going to need it." Cronic said to Glitch.
"If push comes to shove, I'll launch in my ZAKU to stall for time."
Unable to comprehend what Izumi was talking about, but not willing to push the subject further, Zerenis promptly began following after Izumi, carrying all the things they'd purchased on the Cradle. Some of Zerenis' purchases included a roll of wrist tape and a fresh pair of boxing gloves. His current pair had seen better days. Other purchases included a few dozen spare alarm clocks. Contrary to his nature, given the chance Zerenis could sleep through a whole day. He also goes through alarm clocks like crazy, unintentionally breaking one every few days.
"Just don't do anything rash. Last thing I need is thinking you're dead again, understood?"
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