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It had been another ho-hum day with Rohan before the interruption. She had made it a task to try and clean up some of the books he kept laying all around the apartment. It was a daunting task once one realized just how many books he had, especially the older ones that dear god reeked of mold almost. So it was almost a relief to get away from the mess when she suddenly found herself in uniform among the Negaverse agents. Almost all as one the dropped to their knee's and Hel was not far behind in falling into order going as far as to remove the hood from her head.

Questions rolled by and faces were noted as she glanced about, from a strange armed girl to a boy with a hole in his chest just like her, and a shorter looking fellow with bangs covering his face. She paused at Gabriel frowning slightly before moving over the blue head girl speaking before her.

Finally she was called on by their queen as her pale hand lowered into her lap. "M'lady it's an honor to know you accept our aid and welcome us as part of your kingdom." She paused for a moment, by us she meant the other Senshi, how many they had among them she wasn't sure but it was still nice to know they were welcomed by the Queen. "However what do you wish of us? We aren't... exactly like the rest of the others here. Do we know if the ones who attacked the other Negaverse Senshi are asleep as well or still trying to track us down now during the confusion?"

He took a step forward, better to be seen among the rest of the officers, he was shorter after all even than Wolframite.
He nodded his head in polite deference, a sort of small bow to show respect for someone whom was clearly so powerful. After all, he had never before this been snatched in such a manner.

"If I may ask, since you encouraged boldness before... My Lady, if we seek true peace, and we are at war with the Senshi alone... to what end do we collect the star seeds, the life of ordinary humans? To what... loftier goal, does this energy find itself put towards. Surely we would each serve you better if we knew a little more about the purpose it serves?"
He tilted his head slightly, almost birdlike, almost innocent but for the piercing eyes that, while his head was lowered still dared glace up at her if nervously, from under his brows.

For the first few minutes of that all important meeting, Bixbyite was silently thanking whatever debased gods that watched over Lieutenants of the Negaverse. Otherwise, she would have appeared in the middle of that hall stark naked and dripping wet from her bath. Fortunately, the magic that had dragged her from her well-deserved date with hot water had had enough left over to clothe her in her uniform.

And then embarrassment was shoved rudely to the side by awe. Bixbyite had never seen her Queen before. Sure, she’d seen Nealite plenty of times and she knew intellectually that Nealite housed Beryl. But this was the first time that that knowledge went from the abstract to cold, terrifying fact. Power poured from Beryl, pulsing palpably. And Bixbyite did not miss the blood on her Queen’s hand, nor the bloody and wounded form of Captain Tanzanite. The petite Lieutenant shivered and simply listened to her Queen’s words. For every question asked, every answer given, Bixbyite nodded slightly as one filing away important information. And with every breath, the beginnings of fanatical adoration began to burn and glow within her bright blue-green eyes. And Beryl was carrying an Heir! Almost immediately, Bixbyite set aside a tiny corner of her mind for the sole purpose of making pretty things for the Mother-to-Be and Baby. But… she’d give them to Nealite. Somehow, it was easier to see herself approaching Nealite and giving gifts. She couldn’t see herself bringing Beryl anything outside of star seeds or severed senshi heads.

And when the command came to give up any hidden star seeds, she was quick to rifle through her uniform and give over the one she carried. Watching intently, she bit back a startled yelp as the enormous youma began to coalesce behind the Queen. Then, fear rooted her to the spot. Fear of the youma, of Beryl, of what Beryl could DO. Hells, the monster following their Queen made Garbdis look like a tamed puppy. And the Queen was going to assign each of them something like this? How could that even be possible…?

After a moment’s hesitation, Bixbyite raised her hand, willing its trembling to stop and not shame her before the Queen. The glow of devotion was still in her eyes and her soft voice practically rang with worship.

“M..My Queen,” she stammered, keeping her eyes demurely down. “I beg your pardon, but I was told once by Captain Nealite that the youma would not answer to any rank below that of Captain. I do not wish to appear disobedient, but how can we each take a youma if the youma won’t listen to us?”

Question asked, Bixbyite finally dared to raise her eyes to her Queen, shaking and hoping that her question would not single her out for punishment.

All Paul asked for was peace and quiet in which to write. His single room usually provided this, and it would have provided it as usual had Gabriel O’Leary not intervened. More and more, especially since being assigned as Gabe’s partner, he had found less time for himself. But he was growing accustomed enough to writing what he was thinking while making assenting noises at the right time that Gabe seemed not to mind. And it might have gone on that way, except there was an odd jerking feeling and then they were kneeling in the Negaverse subspace, Spinel’s hand still curled around a pen that was no longer there.

He had underestimated the Queen’s sheer charisma. The dark-haired senshi stared up at her; it was more than physical presence, more than beauty, it was an almost palpable dark energy that sent shivers up his spine. The bells on the toes of his shoes jingled as he shifted in place, watching her speak. Her words weren’t quite irrelevant; he just didn’t quite have the luxury of giving them the attention they were due at the moment. It would be something he considered very deeply after the meeting, but for now he stored the words in the back of his mind.

The first few questions skimmed over his head, barely imprinting on his consciousness as he considered: How’d he end up here? Oh, he could theoretically teleport into this space, but that didn’t exactly fall right into place with being pulled from his dorm room in his human form, to the Negaverse sub-space as Spinel. Well. More thoughts for later; he tuned in to hear Beryl’s warning about Wiseman. Choosing his own method of suicide did not sound exactly appealing. He would have to avoid any wizards--and talk to this Wolframite about the man’s appearance.

Then was Graphite’s question, and Spinel hunched over a little bit, trying to make himself a little less obvious. It was the sort of thing that he wanted to know, but didn’t dare ask; would his loyalty be rewarded? Or--but the Queen’s answer made him flush dully around the collar. Of course they wouldn’t repay loyalty with scorn. That was more of a senshi trait, as the Queen said. And then he tuned out again, a good bit relieved as she moved on to a Lieutenant Kremersite. There was, he noted as the conversation continued, another corrupted sailor--Hell? Sailor Hell? That didn’t sound like a celestial body or a mineral. He’d have to look it up, maybe it was a nickname for something. In the meantime, why was she speaking as a leader of the senshi? Was there a leader? He picked up his head long enough to search out Vivianite’s pink hair.

He ducked his head back down after, though, as other Lieutenants brought up starseeds. The dark-haired senshi turned in his starseeds every evening, and so had none now. Queen Beryl’s display of power--the creation of the youma--was met with awe. That was why he would be loyal to the Queen, forever. But her announcement after brought a quirk of one eyebrow. Youma? They were to be assigned youma, all of them? As Lieutenant Bixbyite finished her question, Spinel’s hand inched upwards.

“Your Majesty, my question parallels Lieutenant Bixbyite’s, after a fashion. Senshi seem to occupy a different place in your army: Are we to be included in this as well?”