Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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As the feed cut and the Taureau angled to the side, the man's gaze was very clearly drawn to it almost immediately, he didn't need to say anything. His eyes cast back upon the feed on his end, staring into the nothingness as he awaited its return, another imposing design emerged from the dark from underneath the Scylla, angular with a tight array of fins towards its tri engines, and two massive tubes running along either side of its underbelly. It moved directly in the path of the Taureau, though its weapons array didn't scan as active, it hovered in place before the vessel. Seeming to be a wordless gesture.

Another flash of lightning revealed several dark spots of varying shapes in the area around them, red lights and tall figures. Some thin, some longer like the vessel in front, and some both, Sirian designs were rather blunt, but they got the point across. Signatures scattered all over the scanner as their vessels came online, seemingly they had been waiting in the dark to avoid sensor readings. An indication that he had come very prepared, though what exactly for, wasn't an indication given.

His gaze deepened as it stared through the screen, an unamused look on his face as he stared forward in complete and total silence, the only movement from him was slight movements of the hand on the rail. They had both seen the display unfold, an analytical gaze had appeared as he studied the Gallic woman on the other hand. This was either a game to him, or an assertion of power dynamics. Or maybe it was neither, he wasn't spouting off, no ultimatums, he wasn't giving a reply, an unnerving silence fell over the communication uplink as he watched and waited, for what, who knows.

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