When the elevator opened, Vincent had his handcannon ready to fire while Arin would stay in the ID-SOL's shadow with her ESG. Mitch hadn't exactly packed a weapon fit for a close quarters situation, but the Xaser he had packed had to do.
Luca, John and Mel were the first out with Luca taking head and the two taking flank. Sebastian and Hitori moved out but hugged the walls.
"...Huh?" Luca wondered as he looked ahead, a distinct lack of guards, or weapons pointed to him, or even something to put him on alert.
In fact, the open conference and throne room looked as though it'd been set up for a banquet dinner for 12 on a mahogany table with a white table cloth. Chicken soup, fine wine, a few large pieces of roast meat, potatoes, greens, and spaghetti were on the table for offer.
Dotted along the sides of the room were various pieces of art, tapestries depicting great battles in history, and tasteful statues of the human form.
Crowning a horrifyingly detailed throne of metal bones and skulls at the head of the table was none other than the antagonist himself, Cain.
Next to him was an Nekovalkyrja with crimson red hair and eyes to match with a bloodstained YSE uniform. Behind him was a glass window that overlooked the complex and the rest of the planet N-357.
It was a definite change of scenery, if not somewhat jarring.
"Indeed," A calm, yet ominously creepy Cain said, "You've arrived. I figured that you and your crew deserve a last meal before I turn myself and the Mindwrecker onto you," His voice suddenly changed to a much more sinister and rattling tone that echoed through the room, "YOU SORRY SACKS OF FILTH."
Luca blinked incredulously at the outburst, and lowered his weapon, but still had it pointed at him in case he tried anything funny.
"Excuse me, now sit with me and dine, and we'll fight on equal terms. You and your nine against me and my last Lieutenant is hardly fair."
"Why don't you just shoot him?" Sebastian asked angrily to his son, "Get it over with."
"I haven't eaten anything this good looking for 16 hours, pops," Luca turned around and beckoned the crew over to the table, "At least we can be polite - the guy's offering us a bite to eat."
"It could be poisoned," Mitch cautioned with a grumble, as the rather murderous (and sober) voice of reason pointed to Cain, "People like you, no matter how affable looking can never get rid of your underhanded bullshit."
"Nonsense." Cain deflected the accusation, "I wouldn't do that for a last meal, a man such as Luca, and you, his loyal crew deserve to die standing up rather than writhing on your knees. Now come... sit," He pointed to Luca, "You, at the foot of the table."
Luca was contested as to whether or not he should have a drink with his current arch-nemesis. He moved to the foot of the table, pulled a chair up, checked under the cloth on the table for any sort of traps, but found none under his part, or anyone elses. It looked safe, and the food was making his gut rumble...
Luca, John and Mel were the first out with Luca taking head and the two taking flank. Sebastian and Hitori moved out but hugged the walls.
"...Huh?" Luca wondered as he looked ahead, a distinct lack of guards, or weapons pointed to him, or even something to put him on alert.
In fact, the open conference and throne room looked as though it'd been set up for a banquet dinner for 12 on a mahogany table with a white table cloth. Chicken soup, fine wine, a few large pieces of roast meat, potatoes, greens, and spaghetti were on the table for offer.
Dotted along the sides of the room were various pieces of art, tapestries depicting great battles in history, and tasteful statues of the human form.
Crowning a horrifyingly detailed throne of metal bones and skulls at the head of the table was none other than the antagonist himself, Cain.
Next to him was an Nekovalkyrja with crimson red hair and eyes to match with a bloodstained YSE uniform. Behind him was a glass window that overlooked the complex and the rest of the planet N-357.
It was a definite change of scenery, if not somewhat jarring.
"Indeed," A calm, yet ominously creepy Cain said, "You've arrived. I figured that you and your crew deserve a last meal before I turn myself and the Mindwrecker onto you," His voice suddenly changed to a much more sinister and rattling tone that echoed through the room, "YOU SORRY SACKS OF FILTH."
Luca blinked incredulously at the outburst, and lowered his weapon, but still had it pointed at him in case he tried anything funny.
"Excuse me, now sit with me and dine, and we'll fight on equal terms. You and your nine against me and my last Lieutenant is hardly fair."
"Why don't you just shoot him?" Sebastian asked angrily to his son, "Get it over with."
"I haven't eaten anything this good looking for 16 hours, pops," Luca turned around and beckoned the crew over to the table, "At least we can be polite - the guy's offering us a bite to eat."
"It could be poisoned," Mitch cautioned with a grumble, as the rather murderous (and sober) voice of reason pointed to Cain, "People like you, no matter how affable looking can never get rid of your underhanded bullshit."
"Nonsense." Cain deflected the accusation, "I wouldn't do that for a last meal, a man such as Luca, and you, his loyal crew deserve to die standing up rather than writhing on your knees. Now come... sit," He pointed to Luca, "You, at the foot of the table."
Luca was contested as to whether or not he should have a drink with his current arch-nemesis. He moved to the foot of the table, pulled a chair up, checked under the cloth on the table for any sort of traps, but found none under his part, or anyone elses. It looked safe, and the food was making his gut rumble...