Welcome to Gaia! ::

Despite how the conversation had started, Alkaid was pleased to see that she had been able to snag Cinnabar's attention. Energy and power meant a lot to those who had spent any amount of measurable time within the ranks of the Negaverse. To Alkaid, personally, it was worth giving up the useless chunks of rock for Metallia's strengthening if it meant they would be able to spare Earth itself from more damage.

Though she cared for very little, she stood by her word belief that Earth, above all, was their greatest duty. Expel the Senshi menace and save the last thing in the universe worth saving. It was the mark of the truly devout to give up everything they held dear to atone for the sins of senshi past. Had she other worlds, other stars, to give - she would have. All she could do now was prune the souls that would follow her path and pave it so that they might walk it more easily.

Metallia would be stronger than she had ever been, if Alkaid had her way.

"The problem is that this project is in the Rift. While I've earned a certain level of immunity, I can't really rely upon the corrupts in our employ to be of any use there." She didn't have to explain why, most certainly not to a half-youma. The rift was full of ravenous, hungry creatures. "I need strong Generals to lead reconnaissance teams in search of a few missing pieces that I think are being guarded by some rather.. peculiar youma. They're very dangerous, and so far as I can tell, they aren't very likely to obey orders from any of us."

Conditional.

The word made Alkaid's eyebrows raise just slightly as she stared up into the bright, bloody eyes of the General. Yet what she said next was less concerning than she had anticipated and Alkaid met the words with a faintly amused smile.

"I really don't care what you do with him for a few hours a week, Cinnabar, so long as you continue to keep our goals aligned." There was no accusation there, but a simple caution underlying her tone. Alkaid had been around a long time and, even if she was somewhat above human emotions, she knew what it felt like to be attached. She still was, in some part - to Labyrinthite, to Hematite, to the few memories that never waned with time as others did. She knew the way attachments changed things.

"And I can assure you, I most certainly don't want to see it."

She turned then, half away, now that she had the answer she wanted. Cinnabar was the second and last General she needed - the rest of her necessities were a simple call away.

"I'll contact you when it's time."