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"I'm flattered, though I don't quite know what I did to warrant such a search." Serena said, raising an eyebrow at Aria, before Cronic responded.

"That would be my doing. It was me describing you to Aria that provoked her curiosity." Cronic said, as Serena turned to look at him as they walked.

"Though given all that's happened of late, a little good luck is fine by me. Vampire attacks, Dragons, and we think the Dark Brotherhood's been sent out to try and kill us too." Cronic said, folding his arms as he thought back upon everything that transpired of late.

"To say it's an "Odd Jobs" business, we do seem to piss off the wrong people every other day."
Aria's remark made Cronic naturally go red in the face and briefly took leave of his common sense.

"I ONLY MET HER ONCE BEFORE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER THAT WELL!" Cronic yelled out at Aria, before catching his breath. Serena couldn't help but chuckle at the turn of events, but thankfully no-one heard it.

It was only once Aria and Yuki began speaking in Akaviri tongues that Cronic and Serena turned to look at each other, confused, opting to give them a little room to speak in private, not that it mattered since it's unlikely the Whiterun guards would be able to figure out what they're saying anyway, the two heading back up to Whiterun's gates.

"Serena." Serena said, looking at Cronic as he leaned against part of the wall, looking out over the plains.

"Ah... There it is. Now I remember. Sorry about that by the way, the whole, forgetting your name thing." Cronic said, as Serena stood beside him and did the same as he was.

"It's fine. Like you'd said, we'd only met the one time." Serena said, a sigh of relief being let out soon after.

"So, who's the girl you bought with you? She doesn't appear native to these lands." Cronic said, turning to look back down at Aria and Yuki for a moment.

"You guessed right. She's a former Akaviri priestess named Yuki. I saved her from a Thalmor "Escort" group, heading in the direction of either the Embassy or Northwatch. Were it not for a little quick thinking and fast aim, she might not be here." Serena, clenching her hands into fists as that hated word left her lips.
Gripping hold of his soon-to-be victim, once the Giant's struggling began to ease up a little due to the prior injuries sapping it's strength, Cronic took hold of his sword and plunged the blade into the back of its neck, sending it sprawling onto the ground, struggling a bit, before it's life was ended. Wiping sweat from his brow, he turned to look at Aria as he stepped off and away from the giant's corpse.

"Dragons, Cultists, Vampires, and now Giants... We're going to have killed a handful of just about everything in Skyrim at this rate." Cronic said, wiping the blood from his sword before he sheathed it, having his large and unusable bow slung over one shoulder, and a standard hunting bow which he'd borrowed from a guard over the other.

"I'm gonna go check up on the people who would've been knocked heavensward were it not for our timely intervention. I'll leave the other Giant's fate to you... And next time warn me before you decide to dropkick one in the face again. You might not get so lucky next time." Cronic said, before turning to walk towards the pair.

"...You two alright? You're not hurt, are you?" Cronic said, and Serena was the first to respond.

"Exhausted, mostly... That and my feet are sore." Serena said, looking up at Cronic after having caught her breath... Only to realise who he is.

"...Small world, isn't it?" Serena said, as she stood up straight.

"...Black clothes, blue eyes, brown hair, great sword... What was her name again...?" Cronic said, folding his arms, one hand gripping his chin as he tried to remember her name.
Serena was literally about to reach for her sword as she turned to engage the Giant, when the redhead planted both feet into the Giant's face and sent it reeling. Naturally, this caught Serena off guard just as much as it did the giant.

"...I have no idea." Serena said, just as confused as Yuki was, as a pair of arrows came from a different angle to the guards, targeting the other Giant that didn't have the good fortune to be dropkicked into the face. Instead, said arrows struck the Giant in the eyes. Wasting no time, a brown haired figure rushed into the fray, sword drawn, as he promptly darted behind said giant and ran his blade across the backs of it's knees, forcing it to drop onto all fours, and he promptly clambered onto it's back.

"Don't just stand there! Get the girl to safety!" The brown haired male shouted, and once he'd gripped hold of the Giant's shoulders, he had to resort to holding his sword between his teeth as it started trying to shake him off.

"Y-yes!" Serena shouted in response, before hauling Yuki over one shoulder and running towards the guards.
Serena however, was naturally assuming the worst was going to happen. She had no idea how proficient the town guards were in archery, and she wasn't exactly able to take cover without leaving Yuki in the hands of fate. The only thing they could do now was pray to the divines that the guards' arrows found their intended targets. "If we survive this, don't ever go wandering off again!" Serena shouted to Yuki as she ran. ---------- After a few minutes of getting ready for the day, Cronic set off down to Warmaiden's to use Adrianne's forge there to sharpen his sword and make a fresh batch of arrows using some steel ingots he dug up the ores for and smelted himself. He'd had a creeping suspicion he'd likely need both things, though he isn't sure what purpose they'd serve at this time, which he explained to the blacksmith herself. And the man's hunches are usually somewhere on the mark.
"Hm. So this is how you get around." Cronic said, following after Yai. "Most people wouldn't stop to think a ship like this was a Jedi vessel, since most proven Jedi tend to get given Defender-class ships. Nice thinking there." Cronic said, glancing around the ship's interior. "Well, I'll be getting on the horn to our informant while I wait. He's a smuggler by trade, with a penchant for slipping into areas he really isn't supposed to. Knows most of Nar Shaddaa inside and out. I'll say it again though; Do not point your sabers at him when you meet him. The guy has a bit of a trust issue when working with Jedi he's never met before, on account of his race. You'll see what I mean soon enough."
"...I hate it when you do that." Cronic said, rubbing one eye sleepily as his stomach growled. "...Must've slept longer than I thought." ---------- Serena was naturally in full blown panic mode at this point. "Giants are very, VERY, territorial! Get too close or harm their mammoths and they will knock you into the heavens! Bribing them with gold will not stop them at all!" Serena shouted out, running as fast as she could. "No choice now, we need to run for the nearest civilization and hope the Giants won't pursue us further!" Serena shouted to Yuki as she directed the young girl towards Whiterun.
"Believe me when I say you're not missing much Oram." "Nar Shaddaa is pretty much what you'd expect. Criminals, gangsters, and a lot of undesirable elements of society. It's Hutt territory though. Neutral space, which means we can't do a damn thing about it without valid reason." Cronic said, folding his arms and sighing in annoyance, as memories of his time on Nar Shaddaa began to flash through his head. "Either way, we'll need some information to help narrow down the search. It IS a large place after all. And I know just the man for the job. I'll get on the comms to someone who knows what's going on there. Just promise me you'll stay your saber hands when we meet him."
Cronic naturally awoke slowly, noticing the cat sprawled out over his chest. Picking the stray up carefully and setting it down beside him, Cronic then immediately noticed Aria... Or more accurately, the lack of. This naturally set Cronic's brain into panic mode... Until his brain kicked into gear enough for him to hear an all too familiar sound from out back. "...Well, we're not dead. That's a start." Cronic said, yawning as he slowly got to his feet.
"Okay... Well, least he doesn't have the personality of a brick wall like most Jedi. I think we'll get along just fine... Oram, was it? Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis. Jedi Knight, though everyone just calls me Cronic. Got a bit of a reputation of a loose cannon these days, but when you've seen some of the things me and Aria have, sometimes you have to not do things by the book to get things done. I like to think it's why me and Aria are still breathing... Even if it does piss off the brass, and is the reason I'm still a Knight." Cronic said, mockingly coughing after he said brass, before offering one hand to Oram for a handshake. "But unorthodox enemies like the Sith call for unorthodox tactics, no?"
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