Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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Brief flashes of ionized lightning could be seen crackling from within the cloud, which appeared stagnant on the outside, rolling and churning within, shifting with the added presence of the Taureau. However, oddly, the storm seemed to calm the closer to the coordinates the ship would travel. The signature of the vessel that appeared was indeed that which belonged to a Scylla. The "Innocent Slaughter", was revealed through an explosion of fiery orange as lightning crashed down upon it's shields, sending streaks of color throughout the silent grey. the large vessel drifted forward, the clouds clinging to its front before rolling over its sides as the lumbering beast moved forward toward the Tareau. A purposefully imposing design to be sure, it came to a stop directly in front of the gallic vessel, then all was still.

In the moments preceding a feed being opened, as the visuals were still blurry, trying desperately to paint an image. A voice emerged, similar to that of the man she had spoken to over the comm link. Though the faulty link gave it a much less refined tone, screeching slightly which sounded much more like a growl on her end.

"You came without escort. I'm surprised."

The image finally stabilized along with the harmonics, the storm wasn't doing them any favors in that regard. The image revealed a man seemingly in his early thirties, with a deep red cybernetic hidden beneath thick and wild deep brown locks of hair that fell down over the left side of his shaven face, brought behind his shoulders into a loose braid, leaving bangs in his face. Surprisingly well kept for a pirate, it would seem he'd dressed for the occasion, black suit with burgundy patterning depicting roses and their thorny stems in woven patterns. And what seemed to be a silken undershirt, same coloring as the roses. His scarred right hand rested neatly in front of him on a railing, his left tucked into the pocket of his dress pants.

"How was your trip?"

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