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Name: Corrupt Cymophane
HP: 50
Action: Attacking Agrippa.
Damage 2 (roll) + 3 (rank) + 2 (faction) = 7
Location: F2

Aliens.

There were aliens. Actual aliens. Not like the White Moon were supposed to be aliens. But alien aliens. Didn’t-live-on-Earth aliens. Might-have-green-skin aliens. Aliens who had special generators. Generators some of them were supposed to be protecting. Like Cymophane’s General.

Jet must be important. Trusted by the Queen and all that. Given all this responsibility. Cymophane clearly made a smart choice when he decided to let Jet stick a hand in his chest.

Not that Jet didn’t need help with that, in the end.

Ah well, all’s well that ends well, and all that.

Cymophane appeared on the field of battle, near enough to General Jet to receive orders without having to rely on their communicators. He tried not to worry about Kamacite, who’d been entrusted with one of the generators, too. Kamacite was with Faustite. More importantly, Kamacite was near Axinite.

It seemed there were already a good number of people trying to break through their defenses to attack the generator. Some of them were having a dramatic conversation of their own. There were tears. It was almost sad, but there were aliens involved, and Cymophane was told not to attack them unless they attacked first.

What if they attacked the generator, though?

Like that silly Page in red (Agrippa).

“Are rocks really the best you’ve got?” Cymophane asked, then unleashed his magic upon her.

Name Cadet Naeria
HP: 45
Action: Zapping Prehnite in surprise/self defense
Damage d10+3(cadet) = 13
Location: B2

Logically, Naeria knew that it was not so long that they were waiting for the battle to begin. It felt like it anyway. There was tension in the air. Things were quiet expect for Andreiya scolding her for going off on her own, and some of the others who were scattered about whispering to each other. Her hand, curled around the trigger of her blaster, began to cramp.

Then, all at once, they were there.

They were the ones that the cadets had been told to avoid for the last month, and then were just as terrible as Naeria had imagined. One had curled claws and sharp fangs. The other carried sharp knives, and one of those knives came flying at her.

She brought up her free hand to block her face, which worked, but the knife ended up slicing through the back of her wrist, instead. She bit back a gasp, and in that second, the training took over and she brought up her blaster and fired it back at him.

Somewhere in the distance, she could hear Commodore Lyndin saying that the Negaverse was not there to attack them. That was incorrect. They were attacking them.

Why was the Commodore incorrect?

Why was he saying such things, anyway? They'd known they were here to stop the Negaverse.

Guardian Cat Réalta
HP: 50 -5 45
Action: Attacking the Generator
Damage Base: 7 Rank: +0 Faction Bonus: +5 laser 12
Location: F6


"...am I allowed to scratch his face when he gets back?" Her words were said with a sigh, hating in that moment how right Athalia ended up being. "He's not aloud to gloat. Not a peep. He lost that right the moment he wasn't here for this."

She looked up to Caerynn. Her attempts to defend her leader, while still defending them... The Savannah moved over to rub against the Cadet's legs, offering what form of support that she could. "You could very well be right, dear. That could be exactly what his plan is. But he has trained you to be strong. Do not injure yourself because of us, but fight as you feel you must." The inclusion of a Captain and a General, though, around them, had the guardian bristling. A loud hiss ran from her, back arched and tail fluffed. "Do not think you're invulnerable to them, defend yourself, or fight."

When Nami began to attack the generator itself, the other feline raced towards her, hissing all the while. "If I had hands, I'd strangle all of them," she snarled, aiming her forehead laser at the stupid machine.

Transcendent Eternal Encke
HP: 100
Action: Protecting Pendour and Ran, also very worried about Caedus. Lyndin's getting ice now sorry
Damage: --
Location: E5

Encke was minutely surprised that someone else was coming up to himself and Pendour, but the moment he heard the voice, his shoulders deflated out of the intensity. Alright. He guessed he should have expected this. Straightened his back. Shot a reassuring smile to Pendour. Prepared himself for the increased responsibility on his shoulders.

"Sure, no problem," he replied to Ran, easily, which is what he would have said even if it was a problem. To Pendour, he added, feeling the press of the auras all around him, "That's Sailor Ran. Also, alright, not in defense of you, specifically." Defense of the area around her, maybe. Defense of the senshi right next to her, maybe. If it made her feel more secure to think that Encke wasn't attacking anyone for her sake, he would do whatever had to be done for her comfort.

Especially as the auras were overwhelming.

He first looked to Ran to ensure he was alright, looked to Caedus next as his Commodore made announcements to the field. Saw the way Caedus reacted. Saw the way he seemed nervous. Saw the way several of the cadets around them seemed a bit uneasy. Something was wrong here.

"Don't think those generators are doing what we were told..."

Of course, there was something wrong there. The stubborn voice in his mind, despite his attempt to press down the anxiety with optimism, reminded him with great force, The world is dying. Chaos will take it. Even the aliens will see to it. He swallowed it down before it had a chance to overtake. Had to let himself believe that this wouldn't be a victory for Chaos. again.

Agreed with Pendour's theory to address Caedus. Wasn't sure if stopping the machine was something he could or would do, though.

Encke did give Caedus a distressed look. Not one of ice and distrust, necessarily. That look he saved for Lyndin.

Took a moment to shoot Oberon a thumbs-up as an aside. He couldn't necessarily stop Pendour if she went for it. He would definitely go after her.

Name: Lieutenant Roselite
HP: 50
Action: Trying to talk Caerynn down.
Damage N/A - not rolling this post.
Location: F6

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Roselite was not equipped for this. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t brave. He wasn’t experienced. He didn’t know what he was doing in battle, no matter what sort of techniques Captain Bloodstone had him practice, over and over again until Roselite was more exhausted than he’d ever been in his entire life. Roselite wasn’t built for fighting. He was built for books and papers and logging information. In an office was where he excelled.

But their orders were clear. He had to be here. He had to help. He had to prove his worth, somehow. Roselite’s only consolation was that Captain Bloodstone was here, too. Captain Bloodstone, who would never let harm befall him if he could help it.

Roselite gulped. He saw one of the aliens (Caerynn). And wasn’t that amazing? Aliens! He had so many questions! They could learn so much from them, from their technology!

But the alien was distraught.

“Ummm…” Roselite hesitated before approaching. He was thin and meak, unthreatening. He was not carrying one of the lethal weapons his superiors had; his hands were empty. “We’re not here to hurt you. If your friends don’t—”

Roselite winced. There were already cats (Namielle and Realta) attacking the machine.

“If they could just… not attack the machine, umm… The machines are important, aren’t they? So… just stand down and everything will be okay. You’re not our enemy.”

Name: Super Corrupt Miyamoto
HP: 75 -5 = 60
Action: Moving from F2 to B2 in order to help Wolframite. But still in F2 right now.
Damage N/A - not rolling this post.
Location: F2


Of course when the call had gone out Miyamoto had left the nice, andrather cozy, apartment he shared with a fellow officer. He'd let him know where he was going and invited him to join. This was a call to arms and he needed to be there, he would prove himself, there wouldn't be a single battle missed by Miyamoto. He wanted to prove he'd not been some mistake to bring into the Negaverse...that he'd been worth it and would continue to serve.

It had been his choice to join, even with all the loss he'd suffered, and that was why he would be loyal. How could he be loyalto something which had brought him in against his will, sort of anyway. He honestly couldn't remember the civilian moments before he'd been made into a senshi for the first time.

Whne he's arrived at the battle site, along with so many others, he'd taken a moment to get his barings before he moved to find Wolframite. He knew his Captain was here and he would lend him a hand in keeping these senshi and knights at bay. In the time between being called by their Queen and arriving he'd had his hair braided and tied back, to keep it out of the way, and it was indeed out of the way. It didn't trail the ground or tangle in things, like sticks and leaves, it was something he might ask a certain someone about later on - hair braiding. This however was not the time for such thoughts as he moved towards his captain.



(anyone else who remembers him attacking Cybele can spot him as well.)

Cadet Gavaen
HP: 50HP
Action: paralyzed with indecision and personal crisis.
Damage ---
Location: D3

The Negaverse wasn't here to hurt them? But Weren't they here to eliminate the Negaverse? Why would they not want to hurt them?

For the first time, a questioning thought directed towards the Commodore ran through Gavaen's mind. their king and their Commodore were at odds, and Gavaen found himself siding with Caedus. Especially when Lyndin suggested that their allies, the White Moon, were to be stopped if they got in their way? Surely this was not the same Commodore they had all looked up to and adored.

Gavaen felt shame at how quickly his own heart wavered, when just moments before the words of Lyndin had him ready to fight and protect everyone... And now he had doubts in his Commodore. He didn't know what to do or what to think. He just didn't want anyone to get hurt. He didn't want this wonderful miracle of a planet to get hurt. They had been treated to so many wonders and so much generosity and kindness, and now they were supposed to turn on those who had given that to them Turn on those who they had promised a solution to their planet's plague of Chaos?

Not too far away, he heard Nessaela declare that she stood by their king. He heard others declare their own disavowment of the Commodore. He saw their defection. He saw others holding steadfast to their orders. He saw the chaos, literal and metaphorical all around.

Then he heard Velyria. He felt a sickening flop of his stomach. That same stomach that had been filled with such wonderful foods while they were here. He was pretty sure what the Commander had just said to them....was a threat. This felt very wrong.

Golden eyes looked to Fae-Fae. He wished he had an answer for what to do. He could to give one, nor did he expect his long-time friend to select one for him. Then...did he have to make a decision? He couldn't just stand there and do nothing, but how did you protect everyone when they were all fighting amongst each other, either?

He knew no matter what he would not turn his weapon on his friend. He knew they were not supposed to have personal desires that would jeopardize the mission. They were all supposed to act as one, with one goal and one alone. They weren't supposed to let their feelings get in the way of rationality.... Gaven had wanted to believe that was the best way, to insure the good of all. But that had never been Gavaen's personality. Had he always been....so selfish? First, in choosing to act as he did, expressive and so open and boisterous, he had earned the disdain of his parents. Then, he had sought to personally win their praise by becoming a member of the Vanguard and accomplishing something great. Now...