Heavy footsteps echoed within the Villa of Kraznys, as a formation of one, two, two, one men marched towards the walls of the Plaza. Leading this march was Nazareth at its helm, with Jurten to his left and Jill, the Vox operator, to his right. Behind them followed the two Kriegmen, Will and Harry, before finally Karl, who carried the modified plasma gun.
The Kriegmen walked in sync, their trench coats billowing in the wind of the empty Villa. The sound of their footsteps and the congested breathing of the soldiers were the only things heard, aside from the wind.
As Nazareth left the Villa and began the ascent towards the walls of the Plaza, it became evident that the reinforcements of Unsullied, which had previously allowed Nazareth to depart without opposition, now posed a formidable presence as Nazareth and his Kriegmen drew closer.
The unwavering Unsullied watched as the entourage following Nazareth approached, readying their spears for an imminent attack. Jurten, observing this action from the Unsullied, promptly signaled for Will and Harry to spread out for a clearer line of fire, while Karl began to warm up the firing coils of his plasma gun.
Jill, however, remained unfazed, walking just behind Nazareth as Jurten pulled his chainsword from its holster. These actions from the peculiarly dressed soldiers heightened the determination of the Unsullied, who were intent on defending their new queen.
Nazareth watched the scene unfold with a smirk, pleased by the unwavering loyalty of his Kriegmen, who followed him blindly even as they approached an obviously opposing guard unit. He strode confidently, his sword still stained from his previous encounters with slavers and their guards, hanging from his back. The gathered Unsullied prepared themselves for the impending conflict.
However, the tension was interrupted as Jorah forced his way through the ranks of the Unsullied, separating them to address the situation. He proclaimed that Nazareth was a companion of their new queen, causing the newly arrived Unsullied, who had not witnessed how easily Nazareth had disarmed the previous detachment, to become disgruntled.
With the Unsullied no longer opposing him, Nazareth confidently walked past the assembled soldiers and Jorah, once again reaching Daenerys. The Kriegmen flanked him swiftly, forming a semi-circle to ensure Nazareth was positioned at the safest point within their formation, protecting him from any threat.
Daenerys looked at Nazareth with questions appearing within her mind as to where Nazareth had managed to acquire these strangely dressed and armed men.
These questions of where these soldiers appeared from were implanted into everybody present's mind. Grey Worm watched as these soldiers moved in sync as if acting as one 'being' to protect Nazareth. Meanwhile, Jorah watched as these soldiers gave him the aura of death, as the previous arming of their weapons towards the Unsullied made alarm bells ring of their danger.
As Nazareth approached Daenerys, once again getting even closer, his right hand slowly raised to be on par with Daenerys' eyes before revealing a necklace of black and green trimmings within it.
This necklace sparkled with its green trimmings, giving off a ghostly vibe that ran through Dany as her eyes were locked upon the necklace.
Nazareth watched Dany's face for every slight action. After what seemed to be hours, Nazareth spoke to Dany.
"I found this in Kraznys' Villa, and as the soon-to-be Queen of Astapor, it should be yours."
Dany looked at Nazareth as a slow blush crept upon her pearly skin, and lowly her voice rang outwards with noticeable embarrassment and again, desire.
"Thank you, Nazareth. This necklace looks beautiful."
The awkward silence rang for what felt like eons before Nazareth, with a quick movement of his hand, moved Dany's lush platinum hair aside as his hands snaked around her neck. This action made Grey Worm, watching this whole interaction, frown even worse at the clear yearning for Daenerys within Nazareth's movements.
Nazareth, however, smoothly moved his hand around Dany's neck before, with his right hand holding the necklace, slowly moved to disconnect the bonds on the necklace, and with both hands, placed the finely crafted necrodermis necklace around Dany's pearly white neck.
Daenerys, throughout the interaction, had a red flush over her face until she looked like a tomato. Nazareth's rough and tough hands, which oddly felt smooth to her neck, moved until they fully surrounded her.
Given Daenerys' smaller stature to Nazareth, his full 'being' swelled over Dany as this simple action made something within Dany click, and a sharp tingling feeling went from her neck to the tail of her spine, causing a faint, nearly inescapable 'mhm' to escape from her lips.
This sound, discernible from the carnage happening within Astapor, was heard by no one except Nazareth and Daenerys. As the necklace's connection clicked into place and the cold, smooth metal lay upon Dany's neck, a small whisper of anger and cold indifference echoed within the necklace as it glowed dimly before the green trimmings surrounding the black metal gave a small 'hmm'.
As Nazareth's hands left Daenerys' neck, his eyes looked once again into Daenerys' as he looked into her soul. The once mostly white with some red and blue tints had transformed into the now fully white depiction of Daenerys, who had a black chain surrounding her neck.
With a happy huff, Nazareth turned and walked away from the gathered entourage of Unsullied, Jorah, Missandei, Grey Worm, and finally Daenerys. This action was followed by Jurten and the other Kriegmen, following just behind.
Leaving the amassed group, Jorah turned to see Daenerys with the red blush slowly receding as questions as to what had just happened appeared.
Nazareth quickly left with Jurten and the others, following a step behind, finding themselves within the streets of Astapor as Nazareth led them through the walls of the Plaza into the chaotic mess of Astapor.
The buildings on both sides of the road were lit as flames roared in happiness, greedily devouring the surrounding buildings and the unlucky fools still trapped within them.
Corpses were strewn across every inch of the road, and still-fresh blood marred the walls of the charred buildings as a group of ragtag slaves appeared in front of Nazareth and his entourage.
The slaves, just arriving from their previous pillaging of the slavers, watched as Nazareth and his group slowly approached them. Anger swelled within the now freed slaves as they believed that the soldiers following behind Nazareth were slavers.
With a guttural roar, the nearly mindless group of slaves charged towards Nazareth and his group. This surprised Nazareth as to why a group of freed slaves would attack their liberator.
However, before any slave could step within a ten-foot radius of Nazareth, las-gun fire opened up as Harry and Will fired indiscriminately at the charging slaves. Nazareth watched this slaughter unfold without any hesitation as he watched Karl's plasma gun begin to heat up and Jurten pull out his las-pistol and roaring chainsword.
The charging slaves being pushed from behind quickly realized the opponents they had chosen were over-equipped, and the slaves began to fall backward as las-fire easily cut through their bodies.
Each shot of red, highly energized photons pierced the naked and raggedly covered slaves. Row upon row of charging slaves were torn apart by the firepower of Harry and Will's las-fire.
This charge of slaves slowly disappeared as a loud 'boom' echoed from the center mass of slaves that had exploded. Nazareth looked at Karl as the plasma gun within his hands hissed as its coils began to cool.
The slaves watching the slaughter began to turn and run for their lives as the slaves previously at the front of the charge were mercilessly blown to pieces.
As the slaves began to scatter, the shooting of las and plasma shots slowed as, finally, Nazareth, along with his entourage, continued their walk through the still-burning Astapor.
Nazareth, whilst watching the carnage of his soldiers opening fire upon the slaves, heard pings appearing every time a slave was killed. Upon inspection, Nazareth found that with every death of a slave, he gained one industrial point.
From that quite large charge and slaughter of slaves, upon inspection of his points, it showed a total of '78 pts'. This made Nazareth's face contort with happiness as he realized that even without his direct intervention, the killing by his soldiers gave him points.
A small hint of disgust appeared within Nazareth's mind, however, as he realized that he had just indirectly allowed for the killing of 78 people. This disgust, as fast as it appeared, was quickly broken and torn apart by his reason that if the Kriegmen hadn't acted, the slaves would have tried to rip him and his soldiers apart.
His march, now unimpeded by the slaves, allowed for Nazareth to have a small, faint smirk lining his face as he reached near Astapor's outer walls.
(AN: Hope you guys like this chapter. I'll see you guys tomorrow!)