(Danke, fuhrer.)

Sauriil heard that loud explosion. Just another day at the office.

He proceeded to check the explosion out. Its probably Dagon. I wonder if anyone survived

Eventually he reaches the scene. Dead bodies. Daedric, and strange beings. Bloods fresh, and the bodies are still warm. This was recent.

Sauriil bent down, examining the strange beings in white armour, Hm. Not from Nirn. Not from this realm even.

One Dremora, his legs blown off, almost dead, grabbed the old elf's leg. He summons a Divine Sword and stabs its throat. It dissipates into the air, returning to Mundus.

StrunLokSingh

(Danke, fuhrer.)

Sauriil heard that loud explosion. Just another day at the office.

He proceeded to check the explosion out. Its probably Dagon. I wonder if anyone survived

Eventually he reaches the scene. Dead bodies. Daedric, and strange beings. Bloods fresh, and the bodies are still warm. This was recent.

Sauriil bent down, examining the strange beings in white armour, Hm. Not from Nirn. Not from this realm even.

One Dremora, his legs blown off, almost dead, grabbed the old elf's leg. He summons a Divine Sword and stabs its throat. It dissipates into the air, returning to Mundus.

Bright searchlights suddenly snap on at Sauril's location, several Clones training various rifles at the man as a voice sounds out over the battlefield, loud and artificial. The language they speak, however, is not one of Tamriel, but with Sauril's near-infinite knowledge, he should be able to find what language it is soon. But, where the language is from, might end up surprising him.

(( Not saying it does. JUst saying Sauril MIGHT be surprised by the fact there are basically aliens on Nirn, and had recentely fought and defeated an army of daedra. ))

Sauriil charges a Shockball. Hopefully, since they fought Daedra, they are on the side of Light.

He casts Divine Intervention, allowing the Common Tongue to be translated to any language, be it this realm or another. 'I am Sauriil Adorin, the Eyes of the Nine! I protect this place, what business do you have here?'

(The Eyes of the Nine is the title he gained from the Elder Scrolls being inside of him.)

Ignoring Hadar, he waited for the Clones to answer, 'I am aiding the mortals to defeat Dagon's Daedra, these creatures here.'

StrunLokSingh

Ignoring Hadar, he waited for the Clones to answer, 'I am aiding the mortals to defeat Dagon's Daedra, these creatures here.'

(( Don't know how to respond :( Paused for now, but not for too long. ))

StrunLokSingh

Ignoring Hadar, he waited for the Clones to answer, 'I am aiding the mortals to defeat Dagon's Daedra, these creatures here.'

For a moment, none of the soldiers answer. They chatter among themselves, before one of them calls out to the 'Nerevarine' once more.

"Alright, we're opening the gate! Captain ARC-2387 is going to want to speak with you in HQ. I'll have a man escort you to him." The gate slowly opens with a grinding noise from metal scraping on metal. When the gate opens, three of the soldiers in blue and white armor are waiting for Sauril to enter.

The old elf walks through the gate, glancing at the three soldiers. 'Well? In times like these, I have no time to wait.'

StrunLokSingh

The old elf walks through the gate, glancing at the three soldiers. 'Well? In times like these, I have no time to wait.'

They nod to him, turning about and marching forward in perfect, military-drilled formation. Around the base, various things are happening, such as repairs on vehicles, soldiers walking around in small teams while on patrol. Some are merely conversing, laughing at each other's jokes, while others still tend to the near-overwhelming amount of wounded. The dead are stripped of their gear before they are buried. But over it all, the corpse of the Republic Cruiser blots out much of the night sky.

When they arrive at the HQ, the door automatically opens. The local Commando squad, six members in total, are guarding the entrance. Inside, however, the highest ranking officer of the soldiers, Captain ARC-2387, is leaning over a table, several datapads on it while Intelligence, Comms Officers, and other important personnel busy themselves with their roles in the operation of the base. The escorts all stand at attention behind Sauril when ARC-2387 approaches them.

"Thank you for bringing him. Dismissed." The Captain says to the three soldiers, who in reply salute with their rifles, before turning about and leaving the Headquarters. 2387 studies the old man for a moment, before holding a hand to him. His face, however, betrays no emotion, yet his features are exactly the same as many of the other soldiers, and all of their voices are the same.

"Captain ARC-2387, ARC trooper in the 501st Legion of the Grand Army of the Republic. Ever since our general and other officers were killed, I have been in command here. Who are you, and what brings you here?"

'I am Sauriil Adorin, the reincarnation of an ancient hero, Indoril Nerevar. Over the years I somehow gained near-infinited knowledge. This is how I can understand your tongue and how you can understand mine. I guide the heroes of prophecy, to defeat age old evils. You are not of this realm, why are you here?' Sauriil juggles a spark across his fingers.

StrunLokSingh

'I am Sauriil Adorin, the reincarnation of an ancient hero, Indoril Nerevar. Over the years I somehow gained near-infinited knowledge. This is how I can understand your tongue and how you can understand mine. I guide the heroes of prophecy, to defeat age old evils. You are not of this realm, why are you here?' Sauriil juggles a spark across his fingers.

Quirking an eyebrow, the Captain does not hesitate to answer with his own question.

"If you have infinite knowledge, do you know of the Republic, who's capital world is Coruscant?"

(You're the thread-master, so would he?)