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Crocoite was on the prowl, as he often was, but tonight he was not focusing on a quota. Instead, he had his own goals in mind, his senses tuned to the kind of prey, if that were the right word for it, that he was in need of. Like a beacon on a radar, he felt the ping of an aura nearby. Chaos. Good, that was just what he was hoping for. This one was the same rank as himself, as far as he could tell, which was a curiosity to him.

He did so like to see how others did their own patrols. Figure out what was important to them, and see how they went about defending their ideas of honor and duty. For himself, his motivations were entirely self-centered, but at the end of the day he did not think himself all that different to anyone else.

The difference usually was just a matter of being able to admit it.

Calling his cane to his hand, though he did not need it to walk, Crocoite made his way toward the source of the aura. He spotted Prehnite from not too far off, nodding his head toward the other before approaching.

"Good evening," he said casually, though he was still not particularly good at talking to others. It sounded forced, at least to his own ears, when he tried to be nice. Like he was hiding something else, another intention, just below the surface of his words. Of course, that was usually exactly what he was doing. "I don't think I've seen you around this area before. Captain Crocoite."

He offered his free hand for a handshake in greeting, noting that the other looked a bit distracted and wondering vaguely what had his attention.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say 'usual'. I try to branch out, but I've been through here a few times," Crocoite said enigmatically, waving his hand. He did not want to trouble himself with the often cumbersome politics of Negaverse patrol turf. He was fine with others thinking they had somehow marked areas for themselves, so long as he never encountered them so he did not have to argue with or battle them to prove the point.

He chuckled at the other's comments, though, looking curious. So he had been away, then. For what reason? Crocoite would have to lead up to something personal like that, he imagined, unless the reason was not all that important or serious. People tended not to want to share information they thought could be harmful to them, while pride made most run their mouths wen they thought they were untouchable. If there was something to fear, there was always far more caution.

What did this Prehnite fear?

"In a way we are all replaceable, I suppose. They can always just corrupt another starseed and create new soldiers. But we make ourselves valuable with our actions, and our unique skills. At least, that's how I would hope it works, as I try to leave my mark on the Negaverse."

Crocoite chuckled, offering an enigmatic shrug of his shoulders.

"I did my job well enough up until now. But I wish to push myself further. I am not content being handed promotions when others think it time. It might just be more fun to make the choice for them, and give them no reason to deny it. Though, I suppose everyone who craves power thinks the same way. I don't intend to fall into the same traps other Generals have allowed themselves to fall into."

He noticed that he was speaking a little more freely than he wanted to be, but the other was easy enough to get along with. It was a strange idea for him, as he was not really used to having anyone around long enough to talk to or get to know. He most certainly did not have anyone he would call a friend readily.

Except Novus, he supposed, but the big dumb dinosaur made it very hard not to like him in some small capacity.

"The only way to stand out is to do things differently. I intend to utilize our powers in a more effective way, that will allow those who are interested the opportunities they seek to prove themselves. Killing senshi or knights, hunting large amounts of energy, or bartering for the starseeds that fuel the pathetic, otherwise useless lives of the civilians around us. Everyone has a price, and a goal. Desires, and abilities they may not know how to use to get them there. I intend to bridge that gap between skill and action, on the path we decide for ourselves."

A monster of a youma, a captain with teeth. An interesting intermittent meetup. Prehnite found himself impressed and irritated all in one. Sobering thing that he had instigated on his own, firm re-welcoming back into a world he'd stepped out of ever so briefly.

He found that he held ire and longing both, encapsulate them in his mind. Thought of the rift - for seeing the creature that Crococite had summoned up so simply.

There - that was what he missed. Not the people, only so bare few of those did he care for. No, he missed the youma, the screaming void of the rift, the beckoning unknown. Corrupt Senshi and their terrifying magics which he'd never understood but had found ways to tolerate, for all that they had been enemies they had also so often become his saviors..

Prehnite dragged his thoughts with him off of rooftops, into a run, into space and the void beyond as he blinked himself from one instance to the next. Felt the draining tug of 'exhaustion', for how long it'd been since he'd practiced using the trick of it after battle.

He'd go hunting energy another night - maybe even make amends with the curious captain. For the moment? He only wanted his bed.