Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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The area around them remained electrified by the stand off, not just because of the storm. His head cocked ever so slowly to the side as the prestigious gallic woman kept a cool head even despite the looming threat quite literally surrounding her. He knew when someone was putting on a face to deny their fears, this wasn't one of those times. His right hand slipped from the railing as his red eye cast away from the camera to speak a name. The Scylla began backing away, turning its massive side to the Taureau, as a symbol was revealed on the side of the large frontal wedge. Two lines of fanged jaws, surrounding the central mark that the communication had displayed.

"Drop the shields, clear the bay."

The shield that was previously unseen to the naked eye cracked, the front of the dome split, fading into fiery hexagonal patterns that rippled from the front all the way to the back as the vessel's shield de-activated as per the command. The bulky bomber that stood in the Taureu's path swerved and made its way back to the Scylla's underbelly to re-enter the hangar. The many vessels either re-joining the cruiser or fading off into the dark storm to whatever business they had to attend. He had considered they may simply leave now, though he imagined the woman hadn't come this far to tuck tail and run at such a minor inconvenience. His gaze returned to the camera briefly to utter words to Yolande directly, before he was seen walking off from the feed, the feed itself fizzled out shortly after.

"I'll see you inside shortly."

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