"...I'm not buying it. Odds are he'll just lead us into a trap." Cronic said, before thinking it over for a minute.
"...This guy strikes me as a pawn. Did he say anything in regards to who his boss might be?" Cronic said to Aria, as he folded his arms.
"Because if he did, that gives me a reason to start digging up information."
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It didn't take long for Cronic to pick up the slack, unleashing a two-handed sparks spell to deplete the rest of the bastard's Magicka and leave him in such pain he wouldn't be able to do anything.
"Now then. Any last words?" Cronic said, as he kicked the Vampire to the floor, before planting one foot on his chest to keep him there, drawing his sword and taking out a small stone to sharpen it with, keeping his gaze fixed upon the Vampire. Most people typically fear vampires, and rightfully so. However, Cronic and Aria didn't seem afraid at all. If anything, the former seemed as though he was annoyed.
"Now then. Any last words?" Cronic said, as he kicked the Vampire to the floor, before planting one foot on his chest to keep him there, drawing his sword and taking out a small stone to sharpen it with, keeping his gaze fixed upon the Vampire. Most people typically fear vampires, and rightfully so. However, Cronic and Aria didn't seem afraid at all. If anything, the former seemed as though he was annoyed.
The instant Cronic felt his strength being depleted, Cronic promptly unleashed a chain lightning spell at the source.
"Hook, line, and fucking sinker." Cronic said, as he began firing off numerous lightning spells to cripple the Vampire's magicka, either by direct hits or by forcing him to teleport, and to generally keep him off balance.
"I don't know who you are, or where you're from, but you are NOT leaving this place in one piece." Cronic said to the Vampire.
"You attack my boss, you earn the ire of her employee!"
"Hook, line, and fucking sinker." Cronic said, as he began firing off numerous lightning spells to cripple the Vampire's magicka, either by direct hits or by forcing him to teleport, and to generally keep him off balance.
"I don't know who you are, or where you're from, but you are NOT leaving this place in one piece." Cronic said to the Vampire.
"You attack my boss, you earn the ire of her employee!"
Cronic turned to look at Aria with a serious expression on his face, before whispering into her ear.
"I'm going to get up and leave, under the guise that I need some air. If anyone gets up seemingly to follow me, like captain broke nose over there, I want you to follow after them. Play along for now." Cronic said, before getting up to stretch.
"I'm just going to step out for some air. Back in a moment." Cronic said to Aria, his serious expression having suddenly been replaced with a calm one, before walking to the door and heading outside.
"Not one of my finer ideas, but I can't just act on suspicion alone. If someone takes the bait of the scent of my blood though... I'll be counting on Aria to strike them down before they get the chance to sink their fangs into my neck."
"I'm going to get up and leave, under the guise that I need some air. If anyone gets up seemingly to follow me, like captain broke nose over there, I want you to follow after them. Play along for now." Cronic said, before getting up to stretch.
"I'm just going to step out for some air. Back in a moment." Cronic said to Aria, his serious expression having suddenly been replaced with a calm one, before walking to the door and heading outside.
"Not one of my finer ideas, but I can't just act on suspicion alone. If someone takes the bait of the scent of my blood though... I'll be counting on Aria to strike them down before they get the chance to sink their fangs into my neck."
Cronic, meanwhile, was eyeing the figure with suspicion. "...Broke his nose on the wall? I'm not buying that one bit." Cronic said in hushed tones to Aria.
"...Vampires attacking in the midst of a populated town? That's a bold move... And slightly concerning too. " Cronic said to himself, as the gears began turning in his head.
"...Though if what you say is true... Then I wager captain cloaked over there is hiding something." Cronic said to Aria, pointing to the cloaked figure.
"...Don't do anything rash however. I'm not paying your bail again." Cronic said to himself, before promptly raising his thumb to his lips and purposely biting down the flesh on the side with the fingerprint hard enough to draw blood. The scent of it would likely catch the nose of any vampires in the room soon enough.
"...Vampires attacking in the midst of a populated town? That's a bold move... And slightly concerning too. " Cronic said to himself, as the gears began turning in his head.
"...Though if what you say is true... Then I wager captain cloaked over there is hiding something." Cronic said to Aria, pointing to the cloaked figure.
"...Don't do anything rash however. I'm not paying your bail again." Cronic said to himself, before promptly raising his thumb to his lips and purposely biting down the flesh on the side with the fingerprint hard enough to draw blood. The scent of it would likely catch the nose of any vampires in the room soon enough.
Jumping down off the wall after a few minutes to his own thoughts, Cronic walked up to the door as well, then decided against it because Aria might be getting changed. Instead he turned to the bannered mare, and sprinted toward the door. Figured he'd have a mug or two of mead to pass the time.
"...Last time someone walked in on her while she was getting changed, I was up at the hall of the dead at the time, having just cleared out some restless skeletons... Barely made it outside when I heard someone's arm breaking. I'd rather not suffer the same fate.
"Serena Marianne Salvatus. Though my forename has lost the meaning it once had." Serena said, taking hold of Yuki's hand.
"...We'll have to hole up in Solitude for the night. But for safety reasons, we're leaving before daybreak. No telling how long it'll be till more Thalmor come to investigate why their allies haven't reached the Embassy yet." Serena said.
"Stay close to me. Skyrim is very dangerous these days, on the account of Thalmor having presence here, civil war taking root, Bandits, thugs, and wild beasts roaming the lands... But the most recent problem would have to be the return of the dragons."
"...Last time someone walked in on her while she was getting changed, I was up at the hall of the dead at the time, having just cleared out some restless skeletons... Barely made it outside when I heard someone's arm breaking. I'd rather not suffer the same fate.
"Serena Marianne Salvatus. Though my forename has lost the meaning it once had." Serena said, taking hold of Yuki's hand.
"...We'll have to hole up in Solitude for the night. But for safety reasons, we're leaving before daybreak. No telling how long it'll be till more Thalmor come to investigate why their allies haven't reached the Embassy yet." Serena said.
"Stay close to me. Skyrim is very dangerous these days, on the account of Thalmor having presence here, civil war taking root, Bandits, thugs, and wild beasts roaming the lands... But the most recent problem would have to be the return of the dragons."
"...Even if I didn't pursue them, they would continue to hunt me. I possess a unique... "gift". My singing allows me to energise people around me. But only people I trust. The Thalmor wished to exploit that ability for their own gain. So much so that they destroyed my home and my village without a second thought. They think only of themselves and not of the people whose lives they destroy!" Serena said, anger becoming more apparent in her voice as she fought back tears.
"That's why I will destroy them with my own hands."
"A thousand percent is a pretty accurate estimate." Cronic said, as his gaze was fixed on the storm on the horizon as well.
"Though simply locking up tight won't help us if a dragon comes knocking. We'd need to reinforce the building from ground to roof with things that won't burn easily. Finding that friend of mine, while ideal, would prove problematic if a dragon attacks in our absence and we're suddenly homeless. Push comes to shove, we might just have to dig out a basement level and take refuge down there if things get nasty. Yes we can handle one or two dragons, but if a whole horde of them come to play, that could prove... Problematic." Cronic said, turning to look at Aria.
"...And even then there's the Thalmor, the Stormcloak rebellion... Skyrim's in for a rough time. But if no-one rises to the challenge, we're screwed either way."
"That's why I will destroy them with my own hands."
"A thousand percent is a pretty accurate estimate." Cronic said, as his gaze was fixed on the storm on the horizon as well.
"Though simply locking up tight won't help us if a dragon comes knocking. We'd need to reinforce the building from ground to roof with things that won't burn easily. Finding that friend of mine, while ideal, would prove problematic if a dragon attacks in our absence and we're suddenly homeless. Push comes to shove, we might just have to dig out a basement level and take refuge down there if things get nasty. Yes we can handle one or two dragons, but if a whole horde of them come to play, that could prove... Problematic." Cronic said, turning to look at Aria.
"...And even then there's the Thalmor, the Stormcloak rebellion... Skyrim's in for a rough time. But if no-one rises to the challenge, we're screwed either way."
"The Thalmor do whatever they want to the people of Tamriel, regardless of whether or not it's justified. They burn down homes, tear apart families, and generally make life hell for anyone who isn't a Thalmor." Serena said, as she set about removing the collar, and with a turn of the key and a loud "Click", the collar came undone. Serena promptly took hold of the damn thing and threw it as far and as hard as she could.
"...The whole of Tamriel needs to put an end to them, and swiftly. The efforts of a single person are only a hindrance."
"...The whole of Tamriel needs to put an end to them, and swiftly. The efforts of a single person are only a hindrance."
Naturally, this sudden bout of speaking, that she could understand clearly, no less, caught Serena by suprise, staring with a surprised look on her face, before she snapped back to reality as she pulled one of the Thalmor's boots off, and began doing the same for the relatively intact robe on the first of the slain Altmer, albeit bloodied in places from the arrow to the neck.
"Probably won't fit you perfectly, but it's better than walking barefoot. What the hell were they thinking?" Serena said, setting the boots and robe aside, the last part being a rhetorical question as she searched the cleaved in two Thalmor for the key. After about a minute of searching, she found it. holding up the key so Yuki could see it.
"Probably won't fit you perfectly, but it's better than walking barefoot. What the hell were they thinking?" Serena said, setting the boots and robe aside, the last part being a rhetorical question as she searched the cleaved in two Thalmor for the key. After about a minute of searching, she found it. holding up the key so Yuki could see it.
Taking position against the opposite side, Seizing the element of suprise was critical, given that this place was abandoned, yet apparently not. To that end, issuing vocal orders would work against them Zerenis raised his free hand and held up three fingers, lowering them at 1-second intervals, and once the last finger went down, he promptly gestured to move into the warehouse, taking point while he ran a sweep of the place.
"Everything about this feels... wrong. It's like some kind of unexplainable pressure bearing down on me. I'd be lying if I said this doesn't worry me." Zerenis thought to himself, definately feeling something bad about this place, and it was bothering him to no end. Brushing it to the back of his mind, Zerenis braced himself for the worst. Investigating this place was one thing, but if push comes to shove, Zerenis would haul Izumi to safety over his shoulder if he had to. He almost lost her to the ETs once before. Damned if he's going to let it happen again.
"Hold off on deployments until we're clear of the Cradles. Last thing we need is the civvies panicking." Cronic said to Kenny, as he took up the intercom.
Upon having issued necessary orders to the entire ship, Cronic directly contacted the Extended upon the ship.
"I know I don't have any authority to be ordering you around, Calthorn, so I'm just going to keep this short and simple. The ETs could strike at any time, and I'm not going to pass up the chance to get some extra help, even if there's a limit to how long you can lend your assistance. As long as it's to the benefit of the rest of the ship and the crew, I don't care what you do. Manning the guns, helping with repairs or mobile suit preparations... The choice is yours and yours alone. Just don't get yourself killed, you hear?" Cronic said, as Calthorn pondered what it is he SHOULD do. Maddox left him for dead, Wraith is down and out... But then he remembered; Mark's proposal. Swiftly exiting the hangar, he made his way to his room, and sat down on a chair opposite the machine used to get him back on his feet. Taking the folder out of his jacket, he promptly began sifting through the information in front of him.
"Everything about this feels... wrong. It's like some kind of unexplainable pressure bearing down on me. I'd be lying if I said this doesn't worry me." Zerenis thought to himself, definately feeling something bad about this place, and it was bothering him to no end. Brushing it to the back of his mind, Zerenis braced himself for the worst. Investigating this place was one thing, but if push comes to shove, Zerenis would haul Izumi to safety over his shoulder if he had to. He almost lost her to the ETs once before. Damned if he's going to let it happen again.
"Hold off on deployments until we're clear of the Cradles. Last thing we need is the civvies panicking." Cronic said to Kenny, as he took up the intercom.
Upon having issued necessary orders to the entire ship, Cronic directly contacted the Extended upon the ship.
"I know I don't have any authority to be ordering you around, Calthorn, so I'm just going to keep this short and simple. The ETs could strike at any time, and I'm not going to pass up the chance to get some extra help, even if there's a limit to how long you can lend your assistance. As long as it's to the benefit of the rest of the ship and the crew, I don't care what you do. Manning the guns, helping with repairs or mobile suit preparations... The choice is yours and yours alone. Just don't get yourself killed, you hear?" Cronic said, as Calthorn pondered what it is he SHOULD do. Maddox left him for dead, Wraith is down and out... But then he remembered; Mark's proposal. Swiftly exiting the hangar, he made his way to his room, and sat down on a chair opposite the machine used to get him back on his feet. Taking the folder out of his jacket, he promptly began sifting through the information in front of him.
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