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Kai's own actions were the undoing of her precious Twice Royal. A threat had been discovered, never mind the helicopters, and the mechanized warriors reacted accordingly. A curtain of depleted uranium flew from both of the six barreled weapons mounted on each of the twelve Growler units. Capable of more than six thousand rounds per minute each of these monstrous gatling guns could tear through the armored hull of a modern day battle ship, the dual choppers would stand little chance. Combat AI's kicked into high gear, targeting systems activated and locked to the heat signatures produced from the rotating engines of the air crafts, and the beastly growl began. Separate motors, designed to roll the barrels, rumbled to life as dumber 'slave' AI's pulled the energies required. It wouldn't take but a few seconds before the attack was unleashed, whether or not the helicopter pilots would be able to react to the ferocious onslaught was questionable at best, but first the T-2s!

With Kai engaging the one, it's on board surge protectors guarding against her attack momentarily, the other nineteen were free to engage her or her precious city! Missiles made thick billowing smoke from the T-2's as the hurled their explosive armament at the city, the tower itself safe from the direct course of the attack, while directing their more personal attacks on Kai. Hands of death reached out from arms of destruction, fifty caliber machine guns stabbing flames into the night while quick cooled, recoilless, laser cannons burped coherent lights at their target.

Tegral, who'd been marching towards the scene, cursed Kai's stupidity and applied full combat power to his movements. The land blurred as he hurled himself forward, but even with the speed at his disposal Tegral could not match such close proximity to the onslaught and would avail Kaiori little. Rookin and Kah, both already closing on the immediate area with their own escorts, would be as helpless as the Admiral. Stupid ******** girl!

*The helicopters pull away, revealing a hidden net of glowing fibers hanging between them. This net blocks most of the smaller ammunition with it's reflective and high strenght fibers. The helicopters surprisingly withstand a lot with their slick armour, taking on only minor injuries. Unfortunately the missiles will hit there marks, luckily only damaging large useless buildings on the edge of town, such as the sugar factory. Ceres leaves the first T-2 to melt in the acid as she avoids the hands reaching for her, bullets graze and puncture her skin, and yet with a sluggish pace the skin reforms. Her slight regeneration will only last as long as her last meal. Her skirts rip off, caught in her movements, leaving her more mobile as she swings on top of another T-2. Ceres's strength always came in short bursts, yet she enjoyed a little suffering.*

Tegral felt what amounted to rage as KB's unit descended from literally no where, the Admiral's security forces scanning systems likely already preprogrammed into the Ninja's stealth system and more or less completely useless, the Admiral's own systems set more towards passive and were unlikely to catch the cloaked assailant without a higher setting. A quick relay of orders, orders to refrain from damaging the Twice Royal as much as possible as well as others to his commanders, and Tegral readjusted his priorities. Kaiori was an annoyance and nothing more, KB's distinctive designs were another story however and would prove to be more than a match for the team it was set against.

A monstrous T-2, already registering a flight of mini-bomblets into the city, took a vibroblade through the right shoulder, felt itself lose power to more than a quarter of it's extremities and readjusted it's aim as per the Admiral's orders. A dull thump sent a concussion wave bursting around it, so powerful was the blast was that the ground itself shook in it's ferocity, and a sphere was hurled over head where it exploded into hundreds of mini-bombs. A single explosion would do little against the chopper's armor, but because of the concentrated attack of explosions the rotary blades - even the smallest chip or damage to the masterfully crafted machines - were in serious danger of being destroyed outright if not damaged beyond flight. A second T-2 reacted too late, knew it was finished, and unleashed it's "Last Priority". A full, unrestrained, attack on the first hostile target. Which meant Kaiori, on top of the already deadly force pitted against her, would find in addition six SLM (Shoulder Launched Missiles) roaring at her at blink-of-the-eye speeds. The medium impact missiles, or MIM, had enough explosive charge to rip an armored tank into flaming scrap metal who's to say what it would do to a poor unarmored woman. With every bullet and megawatt it's fifty caliber or laser cannon could dish out in the brief twenty three seconds it had left to "live".

Kah and Rookin, however, were another matter for the Ninja machine to contend with, and neither would be as easy as the T-2's to vanquish. Kah hadn't even waited for orders to engage, the rules of engagement clearly stated that once aggressive actions had been taken the side on the under attack may open fire without orders from superiors, and was already training her sights on the royal family's little body guard. Drive cannon at the ready, impulse drives pulling what amounted to energy from nothing, Kah readied to make the existence of this little pest a great deal more difficult. Though long of charge the theoretical Drive Cannon was a near instantaneous shot, the philosophy behind the weapon very much similar to the devices used in star ships to propel them instantly through the stars across hundreds of galaxies in mere instances. Mass Drives, they are called. Though a myth, the speed at which these rounds are fired can be measured in the leaps and bounds star ships take through the galaxies, so in theory one could actually shoot a single round across the vast emptiness of space!

The Growler units, the full dozen still in complete operational status, unleashed their combined fury against the airborne foes. POD missiles made gray tendrils across the skies as they sped towards their target, like fingers of Death himself they reached out to try and take the helicopter into a grip of fiery destruction! Massive gatling guns spewed depleted uranium shards, the muzzle flash so continual that roaring spouts of flames almost twenty feet long marked the path of the gun's aim while tracer rounds, glowing red against the skies, made a solid line against the sky from barrel to ship.

*Ceres's eyes begin to bleed as the explosions rain down around her. Bullets rip into her body, splattering the air with a mist of red blood. Her fangs push past her lips as she lets out a final cry as her body is devastated by a missile, leaving her once magnificent form in a scattered pile of burning flesh. A Black stallion forms among the rubble that once was the outskirts of the city. The powerful creature seems unaffected by anything around it. A voice rumbles out of the roar of guns and missiles.* My father has been notified of your attack. I believe this all was a mistake so I’ll bring my troops to a standstill for a moment, nothing more. If your attack continues this place will soon swarm with an army of millions. *What troops Griffin could possibly be talking about remains a mystery for now, since no one visible was around, except the ninja and two helicopters on their last legs. Needless to say, Griffin had obviously suffered enough embarrassment to have gone to his father for help, still his father’s help would most likely aid in his favor…if he actually showed up, for now he was just bluffing in hopes of appealing to the better nature of some metal meat headed machines. It might have actually helped Griffin if his father had raised him as a warrior and not his mother as a peace baring diplomat. Bell is still tucked safely in the tower, her fingers and toes pressing to the wall of the building causing the entire structure to light up like a heavenly beacon. Bell’s heavenly protection will only last so long, since she has little to no training but the power of Eve is with her.*

*The stallion remains emotionless and unmoving. His size is daunting and his eyes unreadable.* You could call me that. I must apologize for my mother’s actions, she is not herself. Well, that’s not exactly correct, since normally she probably would have done the same thing. Anyways I myself offer you no harm if all of this stops, and you take your…things, back to their former positions. Actually having them leaving entirely would be ideal, but I’m sure that’s too much to request from one such as yourself. *If Griffin was trying to lighten the mood it was lost in the tone of his voice. He seems unmoved by the death of his mother, but deep down he knew his mother well enough to know she would return some way, yet Bell may not see it his way. As if by the twin’s mental connection the young princess trots on to the scene, a shield around her glowing form.* Griffin? Where’s mom? *She stays close to the horse’s large neck, her fingers going to his mane, as if he could save her from anything.*

Tegral's tone was harsh and unforgiving, young Bell had asked a question and the Admiral wasn't the sort to soften or sugar coat. "Your mother assailed my security detail and was ultimately destroyed." In the mean while KB's ninja trotted up like an obedient blood hound and offered the charred, gooey, remains of the former queen to her children. "I believe she's in those." He hinted towards the ninja and it's plastic baggies.

At any rate the security detail, having heard the demands of Griffin, remained where they are. The reason for this would become apparent as Tegral started towards the city, "Certain forms must be met and maintained while a figure of my stature is on the surface. They, as per orders from myself, are to act as, well, body guards I suppose. The destruction of this form would result in more or less a declaration of war against me and my units, and regardless of any promises from KB in regards to your well being and that of the Twice Royal you will be destroyed." Nodding in acceptance to himself he spared a glance for Bell. Poor girl, he idly thought to himself, so young and now without a mother. Oh well, he could fix that easily enough. A transmission rent the fabrics of space and time, the instant link with the Cradle established and data was transmitted. An error had been made, by Kaiori or what ever she was to be called, and Tegral was going to fix it what ever the case.

"Now I have a proposition for you, dear sir."

"In private would be best." He intoned, not in the least bit phased by the sudden transformation from beast to man, "My units shall remain where they are on full alert however, so worry not about them traipsing about your pretty city on the condition you see to your unit's," And of course he meant the Ninja provided by KB, "removal of our presence." The Admiral, a man of superior rank, was a man accustomed to getting his way, and would get it regardless of the desires of others. And at this moment he wanted to be away from KB's unit and the sickening memory of Kaiori's gruesome demise. How ever hard he pretended Tegral was just like the rest of the Black Company's inhabitants. Even her bitterest rivals respected Kaiori for a fierce fighter and a respectable force on these lands. A fiery temper, quick wits, and guns galore to match she was a lovely woman at best, and an able foe at worst. Oh well, no matter, what was done was done.

Rookin's arrival at the scene was a solemn one. A towering figure adorned in full plate mail he held in his right fist a large spiked morning star and in his left the weight of a full oak, steel plated, tower shield with the image of a bright red cross adorning it's surface - the image of the Knights of Templar if any were familiar with the righteous warriors who slaughtered thousands during the crusades of the 'Holy Lands' during Earth's history. Neither his armor nor his arms seemed to encumber him any, which wouldn't have been surprising since most of the things about these parts could hurl mountains around with their pinkie fingers, but no. Rookin wasn't mystical or magical, he didn't draw his strengths from the warped forces of some sixteen year old's worst nightmare, best imagination, or lack of life. He was a machine, pulled from the brink of death to serve his eternity of 'life' as a thing instead of a man in the service of none other than Admiral Tegral himself. His glare was hard betwixt the silver steel edges of his face plate's visors. Deep set eyes, dark as coal, Rookin looked an old man who had seen far to much battle, which in a sense he had, and long white hair he looked the embodiment of a holy crusader.

Kah, on the other hand, had yet to make an appearance. Instead she decided to remain where she was, her Drive Cannon nearing it's complete charge, with her cross hairs hovering over the head of the Ninja unit. Headless some machines could continue to function, but generally most stored their primary CPU, sensory system, and in the case of a cyborg their brain tissue in the head. Something that humans did, she figured, a warped disillusions of being in control at the head as if the head held some special meaning to them. Kah, unlike them, had absolutely none of that sort of nonsense about her and rather than confine herself in one location had the importance of her functions spread throughout her shell.