"Actually, my suspicions are this. Us "Psychic" types are susceptible to whatever it was that the ETs fired off. And from the looks of it, that Angel-like MS was out to eliminate said types of pilots." Cronic said, going over to lean against a nearby wall.
"Hence why if I'd personally gone out to assist you, I'd just have been making myself a target and a liability. You keeping up so far?" Cronic said, folding his arms, giving Izumi a chance to process this.
"And according to Calthorn, the Enemy's troop composition isn't just limited to Mobile Dolls. From what he heard, the Winged MS had a Pilot. He and 3 other pilots were able to drive it off... But the most concerning thing about the matter is the voice sounded... Human." Cronic said, and a look of irritation spread across his face soon after.
"This is why I condemn Maddox's actions. He was willing to sacrifice your lives based on a small amount of intel on the enemy."
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"Still trying to figure out the limits, but as far as I know, only those with similar abilities can hear or repl-" Cronic said, shaking Izumi's hand while speaking, before noticing Glitch, causing him to stop talking mid-sentence.
"...Glitch. Kenny push you in here or something?" Cronic said, standing up from the chair before turning to face Glitch, giving him time to answer the question.
"You need to talk to her alone, or...?"
"...Glitch. Kenny push you in here or something?" Cronic said, standing up from the chair before turning to face Glitch, giving him time to answer the question.
"You need to talk to her alone, or...?"
"Your Haro's electric shocks kept your heart beating. Probably saved your life. Just take it easy for now. You've been out for just shy of two weeks since the incident. That and your arm was pretty badly beat up." Cronic's voice said into Izumi's mind, but if she was looking at him at the time, she'd notice his lips were not moving an inch.
"Up until now, we hadn't seen each other, From your perspective anyway. But when you were wounded, you mentally cried for help to anyone who could listen. I answered that call." Cronic said, before folding his arms.
"And my manners have slipped past me in the amount of headaches your father's been giving me during your time in my care. I'm Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis, the CSC's "Boss" if you will. Everyone calls me Cronic though." Cronic said, before rubbing his chin in thought.
"Up until now, we hadn't seen each other, From your perspective anyway. But when you were wounded, you mentally cried for help to anyone who could listen. I answered that call." Cronic said, before folding his arms.
"And my manners have slipped past me in the amount of headaches your father's been giving me during your time in my care. I'm Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis, the CSC's "Boss" if you will. Everyone calls me Cronic though." Cronic said, before rubbing his chin in thought.
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.
"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.
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.
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