He gave the order to hold their position as he flew at full speed. Arriving in less then an hour, he could already see smoke raising from the lone building. Landing as swiftly as he could, he was on the ground and moving toward his men. They were no longer even bothering to hide when he reached them, "What is happening here?" His men saluted and gave their report as they and the Captain made their way down the hill to the building, "We were on the ridge where you found us. The Archers noticed the... whatever first. It ran right through us, it didn't seem to care that we were here, or in cover, or anything, and it moved fast, like a coeurl. No one felt the person, we only saw them as they ran in front. This man had been tasked scout through the windows before the intruder appeared."
The young archer seemed uncomfortable with the eyes of the Captain on him, "What did you see?" He shifted, a small Keeper, the bow on his back almost to big, "Doctor Ombre sir, he was attacked, and taken by surprise at that. He was cocky, drawing his gun, firing, making rude comments, but as it went on he seemed worried, scared even. The other one was dodging the bullets, running along the walls, it was madness." Erik's eyes narrowed, "Can you describe the intruder at all?" The scout collected his observations, "Two blades, that popped out at once. Dressed in all black, with what looked like a plum coloured scarf, it was long. They seemed bigger then me, but not as big as you Sir, more like Mistress Gorehand's size. They wore a mask too. The way they moved, it was amazing. It got in close and jumped on Ombre's shoulders and stabbed him in the shoulders with both blades, removing his arms. Then they leaped off into the air and threw a... knife it looked like, with a ribbon tied to it. And when it his his chest he burst into flames. The screams Sir, I have never heard such screams." Erik though quickly now, a mix of dread and excitement. He turned to the team-leader, "Have you entered the building yet?" The leader shook her head, "No Sir. Orders were to hold." Erik nodded and kicked in the door, beckoning the team to follow him.
There was the look of Pandora Tech everywhere. The facility was not operational. By his feeling of good health he was sure there were no void crystals or PT running. In the center of what was to be the main lab, there was massive damage. A fight had happened here, no doubt of that. As the team spread out, beginning the process of collecting everything and cataloging it, Erik moved to the center of the lab, and knelt before the ash-pile that had been his cousin. He would have felt sorry for him had he not had tried to kill him... twice... and forsook the Twelve.... or been living anymore... but he was not. He reached his hand into the pile and pulled the knife the scout had seen out. He would not have known what it was, a Doma style throwing knife, called a Kuni. They were not common in Eorzea. His heart raced as he pulled it up, the ribbon unharmed by the apparent flames. A short ribbon, the front embroidered Doma script, a charm to channel Fire Aether no doubt, but beyond his linguistic skills to translate. Turning the ribbon over his racing heart stopped, Ala Mhigan script, "Niemand kan mijn ridder schaden. Dat is mijn taak. Cliodhna." A shutter ran down his spine as he read it, noting the lipstick made kiss mark that followed the words. Another of the Lucavi were dead, a mad man who took the greatest joy in harming anyone. But Cliodhna.... he sighed, "I think I may have preferred Ombre.
To be continued.....
The young archer seemed uncomfortable with the eyes of the Captain on him, "What did you see?" He shifted, a small Keeper, the bow on his back almost to big, "Doctor Ombre sir, he was attacked, and taken by surprise at that. He was cocky, drawing his gun, firing, making rude comments, but as it went on he seemed worried, scared even. The other one was dodging the bullets, running along the walls, it was madness." Erik's eyes narrowed, "Can you describe the intruder at all?" The scout collected his observations, "Two blades, that popped out at once. Dressed in all black, with what looked like a plum coloured scarf, it was long. They seemed bigger then me, but not as big as you Sir, more like Mistress Gorehand's size. They wore a mask too. The way they moved, it was amazing. It got in close and jumped on Ombre's shoulders and stabbed him in the shoulders with both blades, removing his arms. Then they leaped off into the air and threw a... knife it looked like, with a ribbon tied to it. And when it his his chest he burst into flames. The screams Sir, I have never heard such screams." Erik though quickly now, a mix of dread and excitement. He turned to the team-leader, "Have you entered the building yet?" The leader shook her head, "No Sir. Orders were to hold." Erik nodded and kicked in the door, beckoning the team to follow him.
There was the look of Pandora Tech everywhere. The facility was not operational. By his feeling of good health he was sure there were no void crystals or PT running. In the center of what was to be the main lab, there was massive damage. A fight had happened here, no doubt of that. As the team spread out, beginning the process of collecting everything and cataloging it, Erik moved to the center of the lab, and knelt before the ash-pile that had been his cousin. He would have felt sorry for him had he not had tried to kill him... twice... and forsook the Twelve.... or been living anymore... but he was not. He reached his hand into the pile and pulled the knife the scout had seen out. He would not have known what it was, a Doma style throwing knife, called a Kuni. They were not common in Eorzea. His heart raced as he pulled it up, the ribbon unharmed by the apparent flames. A short ribbon, the front embroidered Doma script, a charm to channel Fire Aether no doubt, but beyond his linguistic skills to translate. Turning the ribbon over his racing heart stopped, Ala Mhigan script, "Niemand kan mijn ridder schaden. Dat is mijn taak. Cliodhna." A shutter ran down his spine as he read it, noting the lipstick made kiss mark that followed the words. Another of the Lucavi were dead, a mad man who took the greatest joy in harming anyone. But Cliodhna.... he sighed, "I think I may have preferred Ombre.
To be continued.....
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