Fate of the Scorned

[Crona]

It felt like an eternity to Crona as he sat alone, face buried in a pillow as he let out a few woeful sniffles of sadness every so often. A boy like Crona was never truly alone, even if Ragnarok stayed silent through their imprisonment whilst his companion wept, doing whatever the Demon did whilst not attempting to rip someone apart. In reality, no more then an hour had passed before the child's solitude was broken as the door to his cell slid open to reveal a particularly well-decorated Stormtrooper entering the room. A captain of sorts, it would seem, Crona had seen a similar person before he first entered Coruscant, though before the sight had filled him with dread, and it hadn't changed here.

"Destruction of property, disturbing the peace, assault and battery..." The Captain began, fingers running down a pad he held in his hands as he read of the series of crimes. Crona was all but ignoring the intrusion, face still buried in the pillow, he tried to tuck his legs in closer to his chest to make himself seem smaller, but it was to no avail. There was nowhere for him to hide. "Quite a streak of crimes you got here, didn't your mother tell you to play nice, kid? Of course, you are a Prime, not some mere child, so you'd have to be charged to the full extent of the law..."

The Captain was too engulfed in his seemingly well-rehearsed monologue to notice Crona visibly cringe at the word 'mother'. The child looks up from his pillow, tears still wet on his cheeks, though his eyes never looked directly at the stranger in the room, even when the Captain got down on one knee to get closer to Crona's eye level. "Of course, we could avoid all that nonsense, maybe strike a deal, so we can help you, and in turn you can help the Empire.

Naturally, Crona looks incredibly nervous, he couldn't bare to look at the man, and his eyes glance quickly around the room as he shuffles uncomfortably in the spot. Everything was the same as it had been for the time he had been here, except for one thing.

The door was unlocked, and wide open.

"We don't have to listen to this weakling, Crona. Ragnarok's voice echoed through the boy's mind. "This is why I should be making decisions, instead of an idiot like you. If I was calling the shots, we'd be outside with blood on my sword and a belly-full of souls." Crona hummed in consideration for a moment, it didn't seem like such a bad idea, really. He was sure he could retrace his steps if he broke out of the room, and besides, these are the people that likely killed Jon, so it would be righteous justice.

At least, thats what he kept telling himself. The devouring of the Stormtroopers wouldn't likely win him any friends, and then he would be stuck in the middle of the city with them, the chances of survival seemed low, despite Ragnarok's confidence.

The Captain took Crona's humming as a sign of acknowledgement, and reveals the datapad that he was reading of, though now it showed a table of names, crimes, and descriptions. The boy immediately recognized the bounty list, he had been on many similar missions during his time at the academy, generally there was a target with a few details, and a location, and a reward at the end if it was a success. It was much like a task on his own world with Maka and his other friends, and so he was instantly attracted to the idea, and so looks at the datapad with great intrigue.

He scrolled through the names, Ragna the Bloodedge, Kaptin Bluddflagg, 'Gold Staff' Enel... They seemed like such frightening and violent individuals, though if it was the only way Crona could get out of this base without bloodshed, he supposed he would have to take it. The Child clears his throat a little before stammering out a sentence. "So... so I just n-need to claim one of these... uhm... bounties, and then I'm OK? I'm safe?"

"Absolutely." The Captain says confidently. If the man wasn't wearing a mask, he definitely would be smiling as he stood back to his full height. "So, we have a deal then?"

In Crona's mind, Ragnarok sighs heavily, clearly annoyed at the turn of events. "Goddamn dumbass, I swear Crona... Ah well, this is better then being locked up with your sobbing hide for the rest of time." The boy uses the wall to stand back up, taking the bounty list in one hand and clutching the pillow in the other, before giving a small nod to the Captain in acknowledgement.

"Great, Great. When you're done, just report back, we could have more work for you, if you do this right..." The Captain says as he turns around, beckoning Crona to follow, and the boy does so grudgingly. The twisting corridors seem to stretch forever, once again, though soon enough fresh air fills their lungs as they reach the outside. The boy was still clutching the pillow tightly even as they got outside, which earned him a strange look from the Captain before the soldier said his goodbyes and returned to his duties, leaving him alone once again.

Crona had his mark, a mission, a goal he could work towards, to distract himself from his own worries. He imagined he was off to hunt his spiteful mother, Medusa, as he began a long walk to the gate that would connect him back to the Nexus. "I think we should just go through and eat them all. That'll show the Empire whos the most powerful. And after we do that, we eat those troopers and their Captain!" Ragnarok's head pops out from Crona's back, now that they had cleared the prison. It was likely the Demon would be a little more careful about his appearances after the last outburst, but perhaps only a little. It wouldn't make him any less obnoxious.

"No. Yes. Uhm... Look, maybe." Crona stutters out, looking down at the datapad to remind himself of the names and descriptions. "Alright, lets start with... Gilgamesh, his bounty is pretty low and he doesn't sound too bad. I wonder where he is, though... last seen going to... The Endless Dunes. Guess I'll start there."