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Mistral is still under the protection of the aspect of Mercury!

When her opening the door hadn't cause Mistral to immediately fail her spot check, she slipped into the office. That was followed by another stroke of luck - the Captain looked her way, and looked right through her. Mistral pressed herself against the wall and waited, measuring her breathing. she would not behave like a rabbit in a trap just because a general had boxed her in. She'd come here for a reason, and she was going to carry it out. Besides, everyone seemed distracted by whatever bullshit was going on with Valhalla's starseed.

(The biological implications of starseeds were fascinating, but she was not here to deal with that.)

Hugging the wall, she moved slowly towards the other end of the room, praying the officers present wouldn't notice her. There was a Captain crouched over the console, pounding away like he clearly had no idea how it worked. Mistral resisted the urge to click her tongue at him - so inelegant!

She turned, putting her back to the wall the console was on and - leaning carefully, slipped her hand down over the top of the console, and began to slowly tap keys. If she could just override what he was doing without him noticing her hand...

Khayman watched the altercations between the senshi and Cinnabar closely, his tail flicking as he felt a strange presence sneak past him. Looking up to his General, he nodded.

"Understood. But I haven't outlived my usefulness yet, little lion," he remarked, turning tail to the security room, ears flicking as he weaved through the feet of agents and Umbra, eyes scanning for the strange White Moon presence in the room when there were no infiltrators to be seen. Or at least not yet.

With an angry bellow of a roar of anger from such a small body, Khayman lept at a glimmer he saw, his heightened energy sensory abilities helping him spot the intruder, and dug in with teeth and claws into the calf of said intruder.


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Tsavolite chuckled as the senshi asked him why her, and caught her as her body went limp, leaning in with a pleased with himself grin.

"Don't take it personally dear. It was merely convenient." he whispered as the last vestiges of consciousness left her. Letting her down gently, he at least propped her up against a wall so she wouldn't be trampled. It was bad form and furthermore bad luck to desecrate the dead, and he wouldn't have that hanging over his head.

Hearing the summons on his communicator, he made his way leisurely strolling to the control room, spotting the other starseed hanging about. With a laugh, he weaved the one in his own hand in and out of his fingers much like a lucky coin, careless in its treatment.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who stopped to grab a party favor, huh?" he mocked, sliding in behind the General Youma, only to see Khay leap at thin air that suddenly didn't look so thin as a broken image of a knight appeared. With a groan, he put the starseed back in his pocket, its use as a taunting device spent. "There's going to be SO MUCH paperwork over this, be a good little senshi and go to sleep," he drawled, keeping his arm close to his body to strike as fast as possible a quick unexpected jab to the kidneys, making sure to dig his fingers in as much as he could.

Who knew, maybe he could even snag another starseed today. Two for two, that'd look good on paper.

Mistral gestured at the cat as it approached, trying to wave it away - no dice. It leapt, sinking its teeth into her calf. Her aspect flickered, turning from a shimmer in the air to a shower of pixels betraying her location. "Get off!" Mistral shrieked, shaking her leg. She kicked the cat, sending it clear across the room--

--And then went down hard, as the lieutenant jabbed his fingers into her back. "'M not a senshi," snarled Mistral, throwing her hands forward to catch herself. It had been a cheap jab at her kidneys - but that had been assuming she still had both of them. Now, it still hurt like a ********, but she was on the floor of a train office full of hostile parties and Maia's magic was not going to save her.

Mistral kicked one of her legs out behind her, trying to hit the lieutenant's leg. Take him down, and maybe she could get out of here with her starseed still in her chest.

"Maia!" she hollered. "Little help in here?!"

Verona breathed in a deep breathe as all hell broke loose in so many ways, she was sure the subway was going to get turned bum ******** upside down and roll into the never land.

The wolf she pointed out though, after huffing and puffing and blowing his wind, earned a grim nod of her head. With Juno, who was stronger then herself, she figured they'd be okay.

Plus, 2 amazons were always better then 1 even if literally only one of them was actually an amazon (clearly Juno, tall and Brazilian?)

"After you pretty lady!" Verona hated HATED hated her heels and cursed the day cosmos's pages were deemed worthy to wear them. So while Juno had the advantage of sandals, Verona was trying real hard not to break her ankle getting through the wet pavement. She managed to make it, but not quite in reach like Juno was to get the man.

Havasu’s attack and challenge had gone unnoticed. Maybe it was because his bundle of flowers had fallen way short and gotten trampled by terrified escaping civilians or his challenge had been lost in the blare of the fire alarm going off either way he hadn’t been seen, let alone acknowledged by the three fighters… this turned out to be a good thing because as he was about to come closer to help in the fight, although at that point it seemed like the one chick had things in hand, he was rammed into by some gibbering civilian screaming something about a demon lady. The guy had more mass on Havasu by several pounds, and he was fueled by sheer unadulterated fear, so by the time the young page was able to extract himself from the grubby fingers of the poor guy he was quite some distance from the group he had meant to help.

Determined to find some nega t**t to kick in the balls Havasu purposely dusted off his shirt, reset his hat, and got a firmer grip on his one remaining bouquet. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a surge of water came at him followed by one strong a** wind. It pushed him farther back and rather than landing flat on his a** Havasu did some quick thinking and took a knee, theorizing a smaller body area would make it harder for the wind to push him off his feet. He was right but he lost his hat and most of the petals on his flowers as the water soaked his entire front side. Havasu finally was able to make his way out of the range of the wind, he must have been just on the range of it, and slogged the last few feet out of the water. Soaked, peeved, missing his hat, carrying a battered bundle of green stems with a few sad looking petals, and limping slightly in his sopping leather boots Havasu made his way over to a relatively empty location. He needed a moment to regather his thoughts, and with luck find his hat.

In a moment of quiet… relatively since the fire alarm was still blaring and people were screaming, he saw a small cloud of vapor drift from behind his pillar. Ahhh hell! Now what! He didn’t want to deal with a fire on top of everything else. Havasu completely missed that there was no smell of smoke, something he realized when he stuck his head around the pillar to be surprised with the view of a civilian smoking. “Seriously?” The shaggy haired blond boy couldn’t help the sarcasm that dripped from his lips. “People are getting killed and rather than run for an exit you chill out here behind a pillar smoking?” He asked as he came around the subway support, revealing to the civilian that he was not dressed like a normal guy… and he was wet as hell. “Forget it,” He waved off his own objections with dismissive gesture, “Dude you need to get out of here. s**t will only get worse.” A sharp ear and a quick glance showed that Havasu was right since it seemed there was a convergence of nega and order on the other end of the platform. He did however spot a powered girl near the crowded exits, his senses told him she was order and therefore safe.

“Come on man! Lets get you out of here.” He gestured towards the girl, if anything she would atleast be able to help protect the civilian if a nega decides to attack them… granted that seemed like a pretty slim possibility.

Aquamarine had to agree. ******** Senshi, indeed. He didn't know why there were Senshi employed by the Negaverse when the Senshi themselves were supposed to be the enemy. He didn't care that they'd been corrupted and were supposed to be obedient servants to the Negaverse. A Senshi was a Senshi was a Senshi. If anything, they were more of a liability than anything.

Ignoring the wind and what debris was flung their way, Aquamarine continued on his way to the transit office. It seemed that, despite the massive power level in the area, Generals Cinnabar and Xenotime had things under control. General Cinnabar had even managed to acquire a starseed prize for herself.

Yet Jet was nowhere to be seen.

Aquamarine skirted passed the group outside the door, disinterested in their confrontation, more concerned with finding his wayward friend. The last time he'd caught sight of Jet, Jet had been just outside the door to the transit office. Now that the door was open, he suspected Jet to be inside.

Indeed, there was Jet by the computers as soon as Aquamarine set foot in the office. Aurostibite was there as well, along with a cat, a Lieutenant, a Dark Mirror Senshi, and what appeared to be a Squire.

“I'm surprised you haven't managed to get yourself into more trouble than this,” Aquamarine said to Jet, staring around the scene with as much disinterest as he'd had for the rest of the fighting so far.







I'm sorry if I missed anyone/anything!! I woke up to 16 notices again this morning!! crying

There too many targets, too many opponents to keep them all in sight, and rather suddenly another just appeared behind her, in the office. She turned in time to see the knight howl in pain as a cat sank teeth and claws into her leg, but she was surrounded by agents, one of which her own Captain. She didn't have to be concerned with the woman at her back, only the one in front that was now calling for help.

The magic was expected, they always resorted to parlor tricks and distractions when they were overwhelmed. Xe braced for it, arms coming up, but what came wasn't exactly physical. Notes, music notes, zipping towards her. With a blink the general jerked to the side, catching one or two of the rainbow bits, but letting the rest pass her by.

Two, apparently, were enough to have an effect. Her hands lowered again, features going momentarily vague as she glanced around, at Cinnabar, at the princess and her fallen companion, then back against Maia just as the wind began to whip around them, pelting any exposed skin with stinging little drops of rain. Just like a hurricane.

She knew that attack...

Later, she'd worry later. Shaking her heard, the general gave an irrite snarl and disappeared, snapping back into frame directly in front of Maia. "Not bad, but not good enough!" Arm cocked back, she let a dainty, but power, fist fly right at the other woman's face. Spiked, silver knuckledusters materializing at last.




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God, it hurt. Pavo sagged, held up only by the almost gentle grip of the lieutenant, and when the starseed left her chest it pulled a sound from her lips that was pain and helplessness, and almost too soft to hear. Dark eyes dulled, loosing the fear of seconds before, and if he hadn't caught her, she'd have crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. But he did catch her, propping her up against nearby wall.

Head hanging down, body limp, she almost looked like she could have been sleeping. Almost.

When the Khayman left both Cinnabar and Umber behind, the captain paid little heed. He focused his attention on watching for a breech from Cinnabar's location until he heard the ragged cat yowls signifying that Khayman found something worth attacking. Surely, as he glanced back, the glimmer he noted before had solidified into a knight. Urgency forced him forward, a hand stretched outward toward Aurostibite and Jet in hopes of keeping them to greater task. Shutting down the computers likely took precedence, especially if someone intended to counteract their progress.

But as Umber darted beyond the door, a symphony struck him and he slowed, pausing for the bizarre, misplaced song. Momentarily he struggled to remember his task, pressing as it was, but the haze of simple song discouraged its resurfacing. There it drowned, and there he stood in a precarious pathway.