Sure enough, several minutes later, Cronic stepped in to Izumi's infirmary room, pulled up a chair and sat down on it.
"Good to see you're awake. For a while, I thought you'd never wake up." Cronic said to her before continuing.
"Long story short is, you're on a CSC ship right now, specifically the Escutcheon, the flagship. Consider yourself lucky to even still be alive. From what the guy who saved you said, it's a miracle you were even still alive, considering the cockpit had taken a bad hit. Though your little helper was a welcome blessing as well." Cronic said, before pointing to Izumi's Haro, before stopping to let his words sink in.
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Name: Calthorn Stalicrat
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Flames: Mist
Appearance:
Faction: Vongola
Weapons:
"Who says mist users have to be sneaky and subtle? I don't remember seeing a written rule about it."
A two-handed sword with chainsaw functionality, said functionality activated by revving the inner half of the handle like a motorbike.
Equipment/Items: Initially: Class A mist ring. An amulet containing a picture of him as a child and his parents.
Later on: Vongola Mist Ring
Box Weapons/Animals: Mist Owl. Mist Cutter (Later), a mist-powered katana that can use mist flames itself as a powerful ranged weapon.
Backstory/Personality:
"'Devil of the mist?' Kinda accurate yet offensive at the same time."
A nomad by nature, Calthorn travels the world bringing down criminal organizations for a living. His tendency to break the spirit of said criminals has left him with a very sarcastic side, and a habit of creating false threats to mess with them further, such as the presence of fake explosives. His most recent "job" has seen him arriving in Namimori. His mastery over the mist flame coupled with his personality and his habit of making false threats has earned him the nickname of "Devil of the mist."
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Flames: Mist
Appearance:
Faction: Vongola
Weapons:
"Who says mist users have to be sneaky and subtle? I don't remember seeing a written rule about it."
A two-handed sword with chainsaw functionality, said functionality activated by revving the inner half of the handle like a motorbike.
Equipment/Items: Initially: Class A mist ring. An amulet containing a picture of him as a child and his parents.
Later on: Vongola Mist Ring
Box Weapons/Animals: Mist Owl. Mist Cutter (Later), a mist-powered katana that can use mist flames itself as a powerful ranged weapon.
Backstory/Personality:
"'Devil of the mist?' Kinda accurate yet offensive at the same time."
A nomad by nature, Calthorn travels the world bringing down criminal organizations for a living. His tendency to break the spirit of said criminals has left him with a very sarcastic side, and a habit of creating false threats to mess with them further, such as the presence of fake explosives. His most recent "job" has seen him arriving in Namimori. His mastery over the mist flame coupled with his personality and his habit of making false threats has earned him the nickname of "Devil of the mist."
Cronic had stopped atop a rooftop overlooking the harbour, having put the phone back where he took it out of, and crouched down near the edge, staring at the ninja woman, who he recognised immediately, but didn't know her accomplices. Due to his augmented vision, he didn't need a scope or binoculars; He could zoom in on them right away, with no risk of the reflection off the lens of the aforementioned equipment.
Should've bought a sniper rifle... Hold on, isn't that...? No... It looks like him, but his hair's the wrong colour... Cronic thought to himself, planning a possible route of attack.
It's possible she may have more associates. It's unlikely they'll leave without them. We've probably got until then to apprehend them. As for which ship they'll leave on... Hrm... The obvious answer is the one that's not in the hangars...
Should've bought a sniper rifle... Hold on, isn't that...? No... It looks like him, but his hair's the wrong colour... Cronic thought to himself, planning a possible route of attack.
It's possible she may have more associates. It's unlikely they'll leave without them. We've probably got until then to apprehend them. As for which ship they'll leave on... Hrm... The obvious answer is the one that's not in the hangars...
"Maddox was always a loose cannon. But also the only one that knows the means of leadership... Whatever good that does. I swear to god, if I see him again, I'll kill him myself." Calthorn said, repressed anger on his voice. "I'm guessing your captain knows not to act based on partial information, much less send us to our deaths needlessly."
Mark turned to look at the damaged Wraith, before launching over to it, to evaluate the damage. That girl's lucky as all hell. Given that the Saviour's cockpit was compromised... Anyone else would've assumed KIA... And then she would be dead. He thought to himself as he inspected the damage on the Wraith. Hm... This Dagger's still functional... But even so, repairing it won't do much against the ETs... I'll need to get the pilot's opinions on the matter. Why they suddenly went nuts mid-fight. Mark thought to himself, making notes on possible improvements that could be made.
Cronic watched Glitch as he left, before folding his arms and turning to look out the bridge's viewport to space. "Maddox, you god damn fool. There's still so much we don't know about the ETs, and yet we figure out one thing about their forces and you go in guns blazing without a second thought. If you get executed for this, it's your own damn fault. Mobile suits can be replaced or re-built, but lives cannot." Cronic said to himself, as the Escutcheon flew back towards the Colonial fleet.
Mark turned to look at the damaged Wraith, before launching over to it, to evaluate the damage. That girl's lucky as all hell. Given that the Saviour's cockpit was compromised... Anyone else would've assumed KIA... And then she would be dead. He thought to himself as he inspected the damage on the Wraith. Hm... This Dagger's still functional... But even so, repairing it won't do much against the ETs... I'll need to get the pilot's opinions on the matter. Why they suddenly went nuts mid-fight. Mark thought to himself, making notes on possible improvements that could be made.
Cronic watched Glitch as he left, before folding his arms and turning to look out the bridge's viewport to space. "Maddox, you god damn fool. There's still so much we don't know about the ETs, and yet we figure out one thing about their forces and you go in guns blazing without a second thought. If you get executed for this, it's your own damn fault. Mobile suits can be replaced or re-built, but lives cannot." Cronic said to himself, as the Escutcheon flew back towards the Colonial fleet.
"I'll spare you the bullshit then; I don't know where they're from, but I do know where they'll be shortly once their buisness is concluded. Kabuki Harbour. Likely to be used as an escape point. I've also realised that one of them bears the skill set of a ninja. I'm going ahead to scout the place in advance. I'm not stupid enough to try and charge the place alone with no idea what I'm dealing with." Cronic said, as he began leaping from rooftop to rooftop, heading for the harbour while keeping the phone to his ear.
Reasoning for the terrorists using Kabuki Harbour in order of likelihood; #1: Rendezvous/Escape point. #2, less likely: A hideout in the area. #3, least likely, but still possible: A concealed base of operations. Cronic thought to himself as he continued his approach to the harbour.
Reasoning for the terrorists using Kabuki Harbour in order of likelihood; #1: Rendezvous/Escape point. #2, less likely: A hideout in the area. #3, least likely, but still possible: A concealed base of operations. Cronic thought to himself as he continued his approach to the harbour.
Cronic's hearing was given a slight boost when he got his modifications, enabling him to pick out that the ninja and her associates were heading for Kabuki harbour, but that was about it. His eyesight however, was greatly enhanced, and he promptly spotted the wire she ran on, and the rooftop she was stood on. He could try to capture her now, or at least give chase, but he knew that whoever she was, if she had companions... The odds were not in his favour if he tried to take them on alone. Who knows what kind of things she was capable of? Instead, he shifted his focus on the Shinsengumi HQ, before pulling out a cellphone, and promptly called Hijikata.
Cronic began tapping his feet impatiently as he waited for him to answer.
Cronic began tapping his feet impatiently as he waited for him to answer.
"That's none of your damn buisness." Cronic said to Shiroko, as he pointed the blade from his right arm at the ninja.
"I've got little time nor patience for those who sprout philosophical nonsense. Namely smartasses like you who think they know everything." Cronic said, as he deliberately dropped an armed smoke grenade behind him.
"I've got little time nor patience for those who sprout philosophical nonsense. Namely smartasses like you who think they know everything." Cronic said, as he deliberately dropped an armed smoke grenade behind him.
"...I'm not too sure myself. During that fight, I could've sworn I heard her voice in my head... But at the same time, my head was aching like hell." Zerenis said as he emerged from the cockpit of the Regen Duel.
"...People die, this is true. But it hurts a lot more when it's someone you view as a very close friend you lose." Zerenis said, shifting down towards the exit of the hangar.
"I did say the light was coming to you. You're safe now. Feel free to sleep now if you need it. Your injuries won't heal themselves" Cronic's telepathic voice said in return to Izumi, as Cronic turned to look at Glitch, before nodding.
"Make it happen Glitch. We've got to catch up with the rest of the fleet. Maddox is going to be on Admiral Yamato's, and I suspect the Extended he left to die's shit lists, along with the lists of those who still live." Cronic said, and then heard Glitch's remark about Izumi.
"Glitch, right now it doesn't matter who she is. Right now she needs our help more than anything." Cronic said to him, as he turned to the helmsman.
"Set a course for the Colonial fleet. Someone's gonna get it in the neck for this, and my money's on Maddox."
Mark set Izumi down on the stretcher the med team had bought with, and catching the Haro, before placing it on her chest, putting her arms around the Haro to keep it in place during transit to the med bay, and the team left the hangar soon after.
Calthorn exited what was left of the Wraith, spiking his helmet against the inside of the cockpit. Right now anyone could tell he was clearly pissed off at just about everything. But most importantly; Maddox's decision to go straight into a skirmish against an enemy they knew little about, save for the fact that they had automated mobile suit units.
"...People die, this is true. But it hurts a lot more when it's someone you view as a very close friend you lose." Zerenis said, shifting down towards the exit of the hangar.
"I did say the light was coming to you. You're safe now. Feel free to sleep now if you need it. Your injuries won't heal themselves" Cronic's telepathic voice said in return to Izumi, as Cronic turned to look at Glitch, before nodding.
"Make it happen Glitch. We've got to catch up with the rest of the fleet. Maddox is going to be on Admiral Yamato's, and I suspect the Extended he left to die's shit lists, along with the lists of those who still live." Cronic said, and then heard Glitch's remark about Izumi.
"Glitch, right now it doesn't matter who she is. Right now she needs our help more than anything." Cronic said to him, as he turned to the helmsman.
"Set a course for the Colonial fleet. Someone's gonna get it in the neck for this, and my money's on Maddox."
Mark set Izumi down on the stretcher the med team had bought with, and catching the Haro, before placing it on her chest, putting her arms around the Haro to keep it in place during transit to the med bay, and the team left the hangar soon after.
Calthorn exited what was left of the Wraith, spiking his helmet against the inside of the cockpit. Right now anyone could tell he was clearly pissed off at just about everything. But most importantly; Maddox's decision to go straight into a skirmish against an enemy they knew little about, save for the fact that they had automated mobile suit units.
"If Maddox is still alive, he'll be executed by firing squad for sure after this. Recon mission my ass..." Calthorn said over the comms, sounding like someone who was bottling their own anger.
Zerenis stowed his rail gun on his hip, before grabbing the Impulse and beginning to make it's way back to the Furious.
"I should have enough juice to get us back to the ship... Izumi, if you're still alive... Stay safe kid." Zerenis said to Lucia, and several minutes later, he entered the catapult with the Regen Duel with the Impulse in tow.
"What the hell was that thing?" Zerenis thought to himself.
As the ZAKU flew into the Catapult, Mark quickly checked Izumi's pulse, before Cronic's voice echoed over the comms.
"Mark, the medical team is standing by. Once the ZAKU is in the hangar, get the pilot to them immediately." Cronic said, as the Airlock to the Hangar opened, allowing the ZAKU entry.
Wasting no time, Mark opened the Cockpit. "Follow me little one." Mark said to the Haro, stepping out of the cockpit, carrying Izumi as he did so, before using his legs to launch himself off the ZAKU down to the med crew below, taking Izumi's helmet off during the descent.
Once Mark was safe and secure, Cronic responded to Kenny.
"We could probably cobble something together for short term, but without the proper hardware, we can't cater for him long term." Cronic said, sounding a little bit irritated at the whole situation... Course, that could be the hangover talking.
"And the only SOB with the hardware that I know of just ran with his tail between his f**king legs!"
Zerenis stowed his rail gun on his hip, before grabbing the Impulse and beginning to make it's way back to the Furious.
"I should have enough juice to get us back to the ship... Izumi, if you're still alive... Stay safe kid." Zerenis said to Lucia, and several minutes later, he entered the catapult with the Regen Duel with the Impulse in tow.
"What the hell was that thing?" Zerenis thought to himself.
As the ZAKU flew into the Catapult, Mark quickly checked Izumi's pulse, before Cronic's voice echoed over the comms.
"Mark, the medical team is standing by. Once the ZAKU is in the hangar, get the pilot to them immediately." Cronic said, as the Airlock to the Hangar opened, allowing the ZAKU entry.
Wasting no time, Mark opened the Cockpit. "Follow me little one." Mark said to the Haro, stepping out of the cockpit, carrying Izumi as he did so, before using his legs to launch himself off the ZAKU down to the med crew below, taking Izumi's helmet off during the descent.
Once Mark was safe and secure, Cronic responded to Kenny.
"We could probably cobble something together for short term, but without the proper hardware, we can't cater for him long term." Cronic said, sounding a little bit irritated at the whole situation... Course, that could be the hangover talking.
"And the only SOB with the hardware that I know of just ran with his tail between his f**king legs!"
"Hey smartass! PREDICT THIS!" Zerenis shouted, firing the rail gun shot at the silhouette before the pilot had time to react, which would pierce right through it and the MS if he's lucky, before gearing up for a second shot, just in case.
Calthorn, however, was now practically dead in the water. That Saber had burned up the last of Wraith's energy reserves, and it was drifting away from the enemy MS now as a result.
"If anyone can hear me, I need an immediate evac. Repeat, if anyone can hear me, I need an immediate evac!" Calthorn shouted out over the comms.
Once Mark reached the cockpit of the Zaku, he sat down in the seat setting Izumi down on his lap, the Haro down on Izumi's stomach, closed up the cockpit, and turned to face the Escutcheon, directing the MS' thrusters towards the cloaked ship, as he shot towards it as fast as he could without worsening Izumi's condition.
"Astaroth to Escutcheon. Saviour's pilot retrieved, but condition is critical. Med team required at the docking bay, ASAP!" Mark said over the comms, awaiting a response.
Calthorn, however, was now practically dead in the water. That Saber had burned up the last of Wraith's energy reserves, and it was drifting away from the enemy MS now as a result.
"If anyone can hear me, I need an immediate evac. Repeat, if anyone can hear me, I need an immediate evac!" Calthorn shouted out over the comms.
Once Mark reached the cockpit of the Zaku, he sat down in the seat setting Izumi down on his lap, the Haro down on Izumi's stomach, closed up the cockpit, and turned to face the Escutcheon, directing the MS' thrusters towards the cloaked ship, as he shot towards it as fast as he could without worsening Izumi's condition.
"Astaroth to Escutcheon. Saviour's pilot retrieved, but condition is critical. Med team required at the docking bay, ASAP!" Mark said over the comms, awaiting a response.
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