"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."
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"...I hate it when you do that." Cronic said, rubbing one eye sleepily as his stomach growled. "...Must've slept longer than I thought."
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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?"
"Considering the Imperials and Sith are likely trying to replenish their ranks by taking people by force, if what I intervened in is anything to go by..." Cronic said, placing one hand on his chin in thought.
"There are a few notorious Sith whom bodies were never found for, after all. My nemesis being one of them." Cronic said, turning to look at Orim.
"Sith activity has been quiet for some time now, so I can't help but feel a sense of unease. I hope the boy is as good as you say, because we might get in over our heads, and the hunter becomes the hunted." Cronic said, glancing over to Oram partway through the sentence.
"Though I'm sure Aria wouldn't mind a chance to stretch her legs."
"Yes, yes, I get it." An all too familiar voice to Aria's ears said from down the hall. Cronic was proceeding slowly towards the med bay.
"But what else was I supposed to do? Leaving those imperial scouts to make off with innocent civilians to do god knows what with while the nearby army mobilized to intercept? _They would have been GONE by the time they got there!_ I couldn't just sit by and let that happen!" Cronic said as he stepped into Aria's view, holding a holocommunicator. From the sounds of the person on the other end, it was more of an argument than a report.
"...Ugh. And this is why we don't get along. Just be glad one of the scouts was still alive for questioning." Cronic said, rolling his eyes.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go check up on Aria. Good day." Cronic said, ending the comm link.
"I can see now why Master Yai gets fed up with the council."
"Honest gold for honest work. Now we're involved in things that people would find hard to believe. Prior to this, I wouldn't have considered fighting a goddamn dragon. But since we know it's doable, I could make this a full time job. Who knows how valuable the scales and bones of such a powerful beast could be?" Cronic said, scratching his chin in thought of a literal mountain of Septims before snapping back to reality.
"Every day's a struggle to see tomorrow. Doubly so in these trying times." Cronic said, letting out a sigh, lying down upon the bedroll.
"We'll come out stronger for the trials in front of us, or we won't come out at all." Cronic said, propping his head up on his hands as he stared at the ceiling.
"But there's _no way_ in hell we'll get through this like we always do when we're falling down tired."
"Yeouch. And I thought I had it rough. But at least you knew your mother. More than I ever got..." Cronic said, before clearing his throat.
"Earliest memories was of an orphanage in Riften. Don't know how I ended up there other than I was left at the doorstep. Spent about 15 or so years there wondering if I would ever be adopted. Never was. Age 16, I just up and left, taking that Giant bow with me. From what I was told when I was actually old enough to understand it, that Bow was left there at the doorstep with me. I feel like it's the only clue to who my parents are, but any attempts to dig further only end with more questions and no answers. After I left the orphanage, I wandered Tamriel for... 8 years now, I think? I was seeing what the world had to offer, as well as learn how to use a sword, a bow, magic, and the art of smithing. Needless to say I've seen a lot of the worst Tamriel harbours. But some of the good too." Cronic said, scratching the side of his head when he was thinking of how long he's been wandering."
Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Has shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, moderate tone white skin. Wears blue robes with some armour plates around the shoulders and upper torso on the front and back, black trousers, with armoured boots around his feet and additional armour around his forearms, going from his elbows and stopping shy of his wrists, topped off with fingerless gloves.
Faction: Jedi
Rank/Role: Jedi Knight
Weapons: Twin yellow bladed lightsabers, the "Hilt" of the lightsabers looking like finely cut crystals made of metal in design. Also carries a sniper rifle, modified underneath the barrel to be able to use one of his Lightsabers as a bayonet, and a few thermal detonators.
Equipment/Items: Some field medical supplies, a personalized speeder, and some replacement lightsaber parts.
Backstory: A veteran Jedi knight with a typically level headed disposition. Unlike most Jedi, however, Cronic can be a little bit of a loose cannon at times, courtesy of one of his fellow Jedi he fought along side's personality rubbing off on him a little. This left him a with a reputation as a risk taker, and the fact he isn't entirely an emotionless brick wall is little wonder he's stuck as a Jedi Knight. But when the situation calls for a knight who can think outside the box of a standard Jedi, and be less predictable as a result, He's your man.
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