Lethal Chrome
Ancient Ruins, Arbra
There was little more to it, to be frank. Like a well-oiled machine, a beast fell one-by-one, until there were nearly half their number. Though he was doubly surprised when it seemed she could manipulate any kind of fire, not just the ones she spawned. An unfortunate circumstance to be noted for the future - perhaps out of paranoia, or force of habit. It never hurt to be prepared for bad weather.
One last one fell, before the hungering chitter broke into frantic cries of retreat. The rest turned and fled to the safety of the dark crevices, where the two-legged interlopers could not reach them.
All that was left in its wake was charred remains, ventilated husks, and smoke. A glance to a sub-set of his HUD to confirm their suspicions. “They’re gone. Off elsewhere to lick their wounds, more than likely.”
As the fire extinguished, he too left a soft exhale through the helmet. It was a unique encounter - one, to be fighting beasts of that kind, and two, to be doing so alongside a Force Sensitive, of all people. Her comment earned a mildly amused tilt of his helmeted head. “More akin to a breathing hazard.” Samuel would muse in reply. “Hopefully it will siphon out elsewhere. Until then, best not to linger. I hear your ilk can hold breath for a while, but I am not keen to test how long.”
He was ready to move on. Beneath his armor, he was comfortable with the heat of desert suns, and snowy tundras. While he was sure Valery could likely handle such climates with little issue, it would not be without discomfort. However rarely it was showed through his mostly stoic mannerisms, the cracks may shine light on the compassion the individual so often has to eschew in his line of work.
As they forayed deeper into the heart of the ruins, the small shimmer of light began to become more visible at the end of the hall. Crystals dotted and illuminated the ceiling, as the hall began to widen out at the sides further, and further. The cracks of lurking shadow were replaced by veins of beautiful rock formations, with a more visible, traveled ‘path’ of the former Rebel Base slowly becoming apparent as they went on. For Samuel, it was a welcome change in scenery.
Valery Noble