Zorin smiled with binoculars in hand as the boat came closer and closer to his position. He sat upon an empty keg of purified water marked
(amaranth usage only)
"Ah. so we DO have some grown-ups aboard, eh?" Zorin joked. "Good to hear." he exclaimed dully.
" As far as Attack plans go, first we need to search out the main nests. The demons haven't seemed to find a single spirit aboard, but i knw they are here, otherwise why would so many demons by prowling around, scaring off all the workers. this place is on auta-pilot so to speak. but without workers it only functions at around 40 percent it's normal capacity, and THAT is NOT good for business. Amaranth built this place forty years ago, built it to last, and it supplies nearly half of our fuels for circle city." He paused at that, putting down his binoculars.
Zorin pulled out what looked like an odd pistol and fired off a round intot he air. a red flash popped up towards the left edge of the rig, signaling the docking station.
"That about covers our history lesson." he said, standing up and stretching, radio still in hand. they woudl hear his back pop in several places before he yawned and took a few paces to the left, hearing something.
"I think We might have company soon. Haul ass up the ladders as soon as you get to dock 5. but be quiet about it... This is the big leagues. Zorin out."
Zorin whispered the alst few words, slipping the radio into its case on his belt and cracked the knuckles on his right hand, energy charged around it in purple and black arcs before he flung his arm tot eh side, the black crystal sword wipping out, replacing his hand. the air around the blade seemed to freeze and turn to shards of ice, clinging to the blade before an unatural heat extinguished them.
" c'mon.. c'mon...are you attacking.. where are you... are you ascout?" he asked himself, eyes darting here and there