"Oh dear. Well then. That changes things. Attention. Operation protocol has changed from subjugate to interrogate. Starting with the elderly one with the gun. Find out how he got it. Zander since you seem to be the most interested in talking to the locals you're on that. Frazz you can help since you seem to want to."
"Techies I want tranqs readied for the spare Kelpie and a biohazard containment chamber for the dead one. Get on that for when we arrive."
"Jon get on Zach. Suit's heart monitor just spiked. Make sure he's stable and then look for a suitable body to harvest replacement limbs. Also once you're done with that put something antiseptic on Frazz's wing membranes, the wings were torn during the fighting based on drone feeds. Would rather he not get an infection."
"Everyone else. Find something to do. Jenny and several drones overwatch the spare Kelpie. Otherwise you're free to do whatever the shit so long as it doesn't get you killed or injured."
There's a series of affirmations through the Comm. The Mobile base also will be arriving soon, with ETA to the destination of just over ten minutes, a little less if you just roll through the hive of those bug-like creatures that you found earlier.
Tranq and containment are prepared, the Wiznerds finished their games and are super pumped for this.
Jenny and the Drones provides overwatch for the town and keeping eyes on the Kelpie, with Kyoko's help of course. The thing is adamant to finish all the grass there ever is, it seems.
Meanwhile Maximus begin cleaning up the op area, dragging mangled bodies into neat, bloody rows.
"Hey boss, you want the bodies buried or burned or kept to be tested on or what?" Asked the oversized man.
Frazz gazes down at the PUNY MORTALS and bows his head in a nod of acknowledgement. He tries to look non threatening, while still exuding an aura of nobility and glory
"Faas Ni Muz, Zu'u Nid Ahraan."
You're absolutely, without a doubt certain that they don't understand the dragon language that you've learned from The Elder Scrolls series. But you know what? It doesn't matter. It sounds amazingly fearsome compared to English and very, Very draconic. You made good use of your long throat to deliver a deep base-like speech that originally could be created only by computer-assisted programs.
The puny mortals before you seems to be in awe, not awe of seeing a famous celebrity, but awe of seeing an actual, honest-to-gods Dragon. Hell, you're probably a god to them or something seeing how they're all groveling before you like that.
Vigil's yelling at you, not that it's anything new..
.. Then you feel a surprising, sharp pain at your wings where it was wounded similar to someone pouring alcohol or lime juice upon one's privates with a fresh cut.
[Intimidation CRITICAL SUCCESS.]"You're awake, I see. How are you feeling? Oh, and by the way, I cut off your legs and arm while you were out."
Make sure Zach's stable. Then look for suitable replacement for his limbs.
Once that's done, go rub some antiseptics on Frazz.
Zach seems pretty chill, he could really use some blood, though. You have some of those on the mobile base.. But it should be fine.
you could try to do a blood transfer but you're not certain whose blood type is what and you're not about to transfer blood from the villagers into him with good conscious. He's not bleeding anywhere so you suppose you could give him some water and leave him be for now, maybe drag him somewhere comfortable while you look for suitable replacement for his limbs..
Which you find aplenty, many of the murdered guards and militias of the village have perfectly workable arms and legs.. you're able to pick the healthiest-looking ones for the crippled Sith to be used later, marking them.
With limbs found and marked, you went over to Frazz, whom you notice appears to have been accepted by the surviving villagers as a god of some kind. Maybe it's because he's a living, breathing and talking Dragon or something. You walk up to him, point a finger at the holes on his wings and sprayed antiseptics from an internal storage tank without saying a word, causing the Dragon a surprising sting like someone pouring alcohol or lime upon one's privates with a fresh cut.
This should be amusing.
"Frazz! Stop irritating them. If you want to join me in guarding them, fine. If you want to help me gain communication with them,then do something that makes some damn sense, if not GO SOMEWHERE ELSE."
Vigils irritation is followed with him pointing to Tal.
It seems that your yelling have distracted the Dragon juvenile long enough for Jon to walk up to him undetected and spray at his wings with something, the instant wince on Frazz's face was enough to tell you that it was not a happy feeling.
Zach will stay where he is. Its not like he can move by himself, really.
You feel a disturbance in the force, and then as if you're being watched.. though looking around, you don't really see anyone looking at you.
But the hair at the back of your neck disagrees.
[Spooked]
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