Captain Witmor looked to the young drowess, and nodded his head; "if it is food you require, then very well;" the captain looked to Zarae with a raised brow at her second question, but merely smiled, remembering how much of a sneak he was as a brand new officer.
He decided to see if these drow were as talented in the ways of subtlety that Edge had told him.
"Riddle me this; 'I am this number if the ending day of the week is considered bad luck." The captain let the drowess munch on that, then continued.
"Follow that with your answer from 'Why is Seven afraid of Nine?' and you'll be two steps away from your one problem." With that the captain bid Zarae a good day and continued onward, swiping his hand across the sensor panel, which opened the door to the gunner station and walked in. The door closed after, leaving Zarae there in the hall.
PYro looks at the bard as Lothir gets his sad face.
"Wait, wait, wait; let me get my bullets facing the right direction. You were forced into a such a arena?" Pyro chuckled almost uncontrollably.
"Try being seduced by a demoness, only to realize that she actually has the hots for you and then you're team blows through the door right on time, and then blasts her brains out. I mean granted I realize now that being seduced by a succubus is rather, well, unavoidable; but in my defense, I'll state this. It was either that or being Leecher bait; you do the math in that scenario."
The demolitionist was smiling back at the bard, his expression on of top that if you can.
"That's what you tell everyone; but if ya ask me, you were just weak minded," Stalker shoots over to Pyro, causing a roar of laughter to erupt from nearby patrons.
"Hey, you'd do the same thing, ya sniping asshole," Pyro shot back, taking another swig of his drink. He was beginning to feel the dazing effects of the drink.
"Nah, I'd just admit that I find her seductively attractive and be done with it."
"You just love your sniper rifle to much," Pyro jested towards him.
"Yeah and you like your explosives a little too much."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Everything," stalker finished in his deep voice. The laughter went up a few notches, with some marines and patrons falling out of their seats.
Onix looked to Zana and replied; "No; it'll be a whole nest, which the numbers can be anywhere from a couple dozen to well into the thousands; and you can be sure that there'll be guardian bugs there as well. Nests are never without their guards."
"As to whether or not the white furball can kill them, possibly, but it'll be more of risk to himself and us than anything. . " the clone stopped, thinking about something; then said "however, perhaps there is something he maybe able to where that'll make the job easier for him."
At Maryne's comment, Onix turned and nodded; "Actually, Maryne, there is a way for us to kill them at a distance, but it'll require you to use one of these or something similar," he pointed to the M92 HMG latched on his back plate.
"At a range and with the right amount of power, most of the Leecher hatchlings will be easy targets. Oh and as to that particular monster, it's already dead; we dispatched it not more than eight hours ago. Fortunately for us, that one was a queen, and they're about as rare as they come."
At Maryne's sentiment, Onix was caught off guard, not sure as to how to respond. Clearing his throat, he replied, "I'm a warrior, Lady Maryne; my job isn't to judge a world or the species that inhabit that planet; it's to fight, to destroy all my enemies, the Leechers being first and foremost. Me and my brothers weren't created to question to motives of others, we were created to protect the innocent of our galaxy, fight the bugs that you just saw and where all possible, get the innocent and civilians of the ESAF out of harms way," he stops , breathing out slowly, remembering how many times he'd failed that directive.
"And since the bugs our now threatening this planet, that number now includes any and all inhabitants of Toril as well. So if the Dark Maiden or any that serve her are threatened, then you'll find the clones of the 501st Hunters Battalion there to meet the threat head on."
At the priestesses last comment, the clone looked away; "I wish that were true Lady Maryne, but our directive is to fight until all our enemies are destroyed. The war in our galaxy has been raging for well beyond 70 years, with my forces being slowly pushed back. Know this, me and my brothers were created as a last ditch effort to slow and/or put a halt to the advancement of our enemies through their use of the Life Leechers. Only up in the past few years have we made ANY progress. I certainly wish that you're sentiment were true, Maryne; unfortunately for me and all my brothers, there might not be a reality for us at all. You see what we do as noble and worthy of honor and praise; but have you seen the forces we serve, you'd realize that our higher ups aren't so different than any other politician or king; most are just as corrupt and self-serving as you'd expect."
If anyone was surprised at this, they'd realize that the clones may have been super intelligent and what not, but with this intelligence came the realization that no matter what they did, they were bound to the military that had created them. No, Onix was not stupid and ignorant of his reality at all.
In War, Justice; In Peace, Hope; In Death: Sacrifice