Rochester Inn

[Crysis]

A noise clanking noise is heard as a ship seems to enter the hangar of Rochester Base. A rather strange sound is amplified as engines are turned off and the opening of the ship hatchet creates a 'rippling' sound, the scene is quiet as a voice is heard amongst the silence outside Rochester Inn's entrance.

'This way, Eldars' said a calm yet fierce voice, with a tone of command to it.

The doors to the inn's 'bar' area open and three men walk in capturing the attention of everyone within the room. The three figures where in a triangular formation, in the front a man of about sixfoot seven in height in black robes which covered his black armoured breastplate with what appeared to be a silver coloured ribcage lining the breastplate. In the center, a 'ruby' gem in the center, it seemed to glow with power and two similar yet bigger versions were implanted amongst his black shoulderplates. His helmet was of a cone shape covering his whole face, a black hood like thing, with a white facemask where two glowing eyes lay and another 'ruby' gem in the forhead with a few red lights on the sides, a very sofisticated and advanced 'suit'. A 'ponytail' of black hair hung out of the top of the helmet, a silver handled 'dark blade' at his grasp used as a 'walking stick'... its presence was impacting, a dark aura abouts it which left most in awe. At his side still remained two men of his same height yet they were 'encased' within white biosuits which seemed to blend within the body yet where scale like amongst the knees,thighs,shins,forearms etc. Their helmets where also conelike with a black 'ponytail' emerging from the helmets tip. The two men carried spear like weapons with a gun on the edge, very advanced laser like guns with a blade also as their commanders on the edge of the spear towards the tip.

The men walked towards the barman to ask for a drink, although they were in a Rogue ship and seemed to be of Liberty Rogue affiliated figures, the men seemed 'different'... The tone of the mans voice and his appearance and actions beneath his mask although unseen seemed to indicate a more regal, imperial or elder figure...

'Three waters please'The middle man asked for. He was a demoralizing and impacting figure to look upon.

The bartender nodded and put them on the table speechless. The men picked up a glass each and took a seat on a table near the glass looking outwards from the base and spoke.

'So men, we are regal figures in this universe, of a more imperial race, tougher, more agile, and intellectually more advanced than the races amongst us, show it, you are slacking. Our ship is not much, of power but nothing we are used to, and our affiliated race, allies, we must abide by their rules, sounds absurd but...'The black robed figure spoke and the others listened attentively as one spoke.

'I agree commander Yriel, Mougan, calm down you seem tense in our 'new' atmosphere and conditions'One of the 'bodyguards' spoke, his helmet had a scarr over the left eye and the glow was removed from it.

'I understand commander Yriel, and I am uncomfortable Eldrad, because these are not conditions I am used to, I do not like our 'regal' and 'imperial' approaches, I am accustomed to our quick and agile attacks and discussions as were back home so let us just please get through this night here and hopefully tomorrow will be a better day'.The other 'bodyguard' replied as he threw his body backwards on the chair into a 'lying' position.

The other two men, by the names of Yriel and Eldrad still sat, perfectly position looking very disciplined, a very impacting site of disciplined and formal men, their speech, reactions, movement and appearance and character in general indicated they were of an elder race. Adressing themselves as the Eldar. Affiliated with the Liberty Rogues, these figures seemed awkward and mysterious... They continued to drink and talk in the bar, after the water ordered alcoholic beverages and spoke, laughed and seemed to be having a good time. Yet even under the influence of alcohol the figures still remained as disciplined, imperial and regal as they did when they entered.

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