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"Mlorp—" Morgan vocalized, rather than earped or ‘meep’-ed, in bodily being shifted about.

‘I'm a senshi‘ Perfect words, and there, with a shimmer in the low, witching light of premorning and old, incandescent barn lighting, was the Prize. The Proof. Olga had a Henshin Pen. Olga had the photographs of Negaverse officers, and none of senshi, and supported the senshi because she was a senshi. It was Perfect. THEY HAD THIS. Even if General A was telling Moron B to enact anything of any sort on anyone anywhere. (He'd just flub it. Morgan was POSITIVE of that. Probably whistle while he flubbed like the worst sort of seven dwarf. Sneezy, Happy, Sleepy, and Gooney.) Only it wasn't flubbed here and Olga's already kinda recognizing him seemed to do the trick somehow in a believable threat. What in the nine worlds had Gooney managed to do right to scare anyone besides whistle-

"Thanks for ending that quickly. Any other way might've left us crippled or dead."
‘....like it's all divine right of kings...merry go round….brother….Be my wingman?’

Can I trust you?

Whatever the memories were, echoes, they hurt. It felt like the whole organ of heart and lungs were trying to volcano out of Morgan’s chest. The shock of triumph in the pen in Olga’s hand was corroded and mingled with some sort of sedative, or poison, or something the same as Morgan’s hand in Olga’s other. Like it made Olga some sort of damned tarot card, or symbol, and the undercover corrupted felt too stupid, too amnesiatic, to interpret the thing at all. Not even if it was right side up or upside down.

Can I trust you?

“I’m your wingman Olga. Whatever happens. “ Whatever you remember or not. I’ll stick with you and answer what I can. It’s gonna happen. She’s ours. She’s not gonna fight. We did this. We got this mission green-checked. Infiltration Success. You're gonna be a success, Olga.

It never really took Axinite long to arrive after any sort of summons; even when the man wasn’t powered, he must have kept his tablet next to him. He had denied no request, regardless of purpose or hour. It took him less than a moment to appear before Aurostibite.

He was on guard, as he always was when summoned without much information. There was no immediate threat that he could identify, though he quickly scanned and memorized the faces of the group before him before he spoke to the General who called him.

“Aurostibite,” he greeted, not informal by any means but also not wasting much time with pleasantries. “What assistance may I offer?”

'Kill Morgan.'

Proustite looked at Aurostibite so sharply something in his neck cracked, lit cigarette dangling on the edge of his lip.

'Kill Morgan.'

Jesus Christ he hated the Negaverse. While Proustite didn't give a s**t whether Hauyne lived or died he was not fool enough to trust that he could just kill another officer without inciting the wrath of their friends. It didn't matter that the order came from a superior officer. Proustite knew that he wasn't liked well enough in the Negaverse to get away with it.

He opened his mouth, intending to tell Aurositibite that he would, but he'd recently suffered a wrist injury and didn't want to restrain anything - when Olga did him a solid by coming to Morgan's rescue. For the most part Proustite rolled his eyes at heroes, but god damn did they come in useful sometimes.

"I knew it!" he said, shaking his finger at Olga, excited both by her confession and that she had hidden the truth from him for so long. "I ******** knew it."

He would have called her a clever girl if she did not continuously miss the fact that Morgan had betrayed her.

"Olga," he said, staring pointedly, back to puffing on his cigarette now because the midwife had arrived and his job was basically done at this point. "Happy Corruption Day."

He exhaled a cloud of poison.

Proustite's reaction was to be expected, though Aurostibite hadn't actually intended for anyone to die, least of all the person they were all here to make sure was brought over to the right side. And to be perfectly fair, he did have a bone to pick with the captain for using his good name without permission. That would certainly have to be addressed later.

But for now - Olga.

Morgan - no, Hauyne - was still beside her, and now, with the addition of Axinite having arrived, they were all ready. The players had all been called, and now it was time to take the queen, so to speak, before they could land a proper checkmate. Aurostibite's gaze slid across Hauyne's face briefly, then Proustite's, then Olga's before finally addressing the General-King.

"Thank you for coming," he said respectfully. "We require the power of a General Sovereign, if you would be so kind as to assist us. She's..."

Aurostibite's voice was entirely neutral, head tilted up the brim of his hat tipped up to reveal most of his face. "...a little uncertain," he concluded. "She's also a senshi. But we feel this would be the best course of action for all parties involved."

Hauyne was given a small nod, an almost imperceptible movement of approval for the senshi's contribution and drive towards this moment.

"I cannot recruit her on my own, as she is Order side already," Aurostibite said. "Therefore, we require your assistance, General-King."

A wild eyed look snapped to Jack. Happy Corruption Day. But of course. If Negaverse agents could purify, then why couldn't the reverse happen? Why hadn't she thought more about that before?

The warmth she felt in her hand from Morgan's slipped away, and she turned to see something she absolutely didn't want to. Something possibly far worse than her current predicament. A scream crawled its way up her throat from her chest but there it stayed, and she felt like she couldn't breathe and it burned. The wild eyed look became worse as she stared at Haüyne---Morgan---They had been so calm. They knew. It was how Jack and Aurostibite had found her. They told them. She had told them, and despite the scream trapped in her throat, she almost wanted to laugh.

Sergei had been right.

She had put an add to be captured out in the open, and the Negaverse had answered.

"I was never your friend, was I?" She asked the corrupt senshi, her voice hushed and pained. "You were mine."

Olga turned sharply as the General King approached, and her heart started to thump erratically in her chest as her body trembled violently. "I don't want this." Honestly, she'd rather be dead, instead of something to be turned against those she loved and cared. She didn't really even have a moment to try and struggle, because his hand was moving into her chest, and the pain of the intrusion kept her rooted into place. No. Please, no. As the chaos started to flow into her, she felt herself breaking. Everything she was and everything she had been, shattering. It was painful. Her eyes clenched shut and once again she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She felt like she was dying, that she, Olga, was fading away. She felt what was left start to shift and twist. Her civilian clothes shifted to black and reformed. Everything about her changed.



The newly corrupted eternal opened her eyes, and for a moment, they were wide and alarmed. She felt a sweep of panic at the sweep of new faces, but just as quickly as the panic swept over her, it rolled out, and her expression calmed. She was silent for a moment as she took in everyone who was in the room with her, noting the intensity of each signature, and black eyes lingered on Jack and Haüyne for longer before she settled on the General-King before her.

"...Hey." She greeted, her voice feeling a bit foreign to her ears as she lifted a hand. "What's going on?"