[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: An Ill-Met Welcome

[Cyberia GM]

The man frowned at Dot's words, his heavy brow beetling in thought.  While
thinking, he drew his thumb along the curve of his jawbone.  Dot could hear
the faint scratch of fingernail over stubble and scars.  A low sigh, more
like a growl, escaped his heavy chest.

There was the sound of booted feet behind him as a figure in ragtag armour
trotted into view.  It's weapon too was immediately pointed at Dot and
Suhuy, but the man raised his hand silently, palm towards Dot, and dropped
it moving it sideways.  The effect was instantaneous, as the man reduced his
pace and the noise he made.  The armour's visor was raised and Dot could see
that it was a young man- the armour making him appear bulkier than the few
years he obviously had.  "Grey... The Thratchen have been routed, but we
took heavy casualties.  Scouts have been sent to secure the area, and make
sure that there are no other evidences of The Bleed."

Grey merely nodded, never taking his eyes from Suhuy and Dot.  "This is no
place to interrogate you- indeed it's no place for you period if my
instincts are correct."  He slung the weapon, but in almost the same move, a
pistol, diminutive and evil, found it's way into his hand as he spun it to
bear on the pair.  

"Heft, finish the sweep," he said to the other as he began to move.  "No
errors.  We can't take the chance of any more Thratchen catching us by
surprise."

"We'll take you back to town," he said, his voice not threatening, but there
was no question in it.  "Come on.  Move," he added, motioning down the
trench with the pistol.