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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:18 am
Just when he had been reaching a state of peace, a state of 'hey, maybe I SHOULD go home and fix up s**t! I'm being a real -douchebag- for leaving everyone behind...', well 'home' forced him to come to it whether he wanted to or not. He had been off in the city, wandering the streets somewhere. The burning hot cutting sensation hit him all at once and for a brief moment he thought a Senshi had caught up with him and this was it.
What felt like an ETERNITY after...but was really just a few short agonizing moments, a wild eyed and very startled looking Scheelite was dumped in with the rest of the officers. The blonde barely had a moment to get over his surprise and utter a well thought out "the ********?" before that voice screamed out through the area and chilled him to the core.
Seconds later and Scheelite was kneeling, shaking next to Zinkenite. There were no cracks, no silly remarks made to lighten the mood as this particular captain often did. No, today there was absolute fear marked by the simple whispered statement "dude I'm really scared..."
((I have work most of today and won't be around ;;()() it can be assumed Schee's hanging out near Zink and his team unless Schee's own team wants to drag him away. He's still hiding from you guys!))
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:41 am
Shimmering into visibility before them all was what looked like a great window, overlooking a meadow of perfect serenity. Senshi after senshi was ranged into the dozens behind the pink-haired midget they’d earlier identified as some variation of Moon Princess. Another odd man was there holding a great golden ball between his hands and looking down at them all.
There was a moment very brief where the great being housed beneath their previously unaware feet that thought about crushing the impudent Tanzanite into the ground. She had the greatest gift out of all of them and her returns to the Negaverse had always come with the delectable seasoning of fear. Beryl would be cross if one of her little toys were vaporized so cleanly in front of the rest of them, and this was not the time for games. The general had no idea how lucky she really was!
“They have gone to Elysion, the center of our beautiful planet, to take it over from the inside for good. Your queen is preparing. They will claim it all, corrupt it with their moon powers, and eject us from this land forever. You must go now, and drive them out. This is our last stand and victory must be assured if we are to remain.” Unspoken was that her existence was much more in danger than theirs. But to Metallia, they were nothing but tools towards her ultimate victory over this planet. It would be hers! Her voice faded and the great pressure vanished for a time.
For the moment, her attention was elsewhere.
(( Again, no time limit! ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:55 am
All it took was Laurelite's single word to silence the angry General. There was more than fear knotted up inside of Tanzanite, but she did well to keep all of that anger and outrage locked away. Angry wasn't even the word. She was furious. Livid, even. Who was this being, powerful though she may be, to accuse her of failing the Negaverse? What had she not given? What had she not endured in Beryl's name? The clawed hand scratched at the stone floor, leaving shallow gouges as it balled into a fist upon which she shifted her weight.
Though fear, it seemed, was infinitely stronger than her anger. The voice, and the power behind it, was enough to subdue the temperamental woman with ease. It was enough to squash even Tanzanite's stubbornness like gnat and leave her kneeling there with a single shudder. At least, it would have been, had the words that followed not stabbed through Tanzanite like a white-hot iron. It was enough to make the skin of her arm shift with a sickening squelch. The scales crawled up her neck, over her jaw, blackness reaching the corner of her eyes and seeping in there until they were nothing more than pale silver irises floating in a sea of blackness. She looked to Laurelite, as though somehow the teal-haired General-Queen's presence might calm her.
Was what <******** were whatting in her where?
They were whoing in her what the ******** s**t?
Tanzanite's head snapped up the moment the window popped into existence, dark eyes searching the crowd of senshi. It did nothing to help quell her visceral reaction to what they had just been told, and by the time she took hold of her anger, the arm's black skin covered her right cheek, tapering out in a veined pattern. She recognized many of them; Sailor Nemesis, Super Senshi of Decay. Sailor Ares, Super Senshi of Smoke.
And Sailor Castor, the Eternal Senshi of Hail.
Tanzanite forced her eyes away from him; she could not afford to get distracted. Last time, only Wolframite's interference had saved her life. She cast a black-eyed glance back to the green-clad Captain, trying to catch his eye just long enough to nod. It was a simple gesture, but the meaning was clear; we kill them all.
She followed it through by looking over the rest of them. She looked over squad after squad of Lieutenants, To Bismuthite, who she had come to know better than most of them. To Zinkenite and Scheelite, to Serandite, and to Linarite. She held those chocolate brown eyes for a moment, as though in doing so she could take the fear from them. Her human hand rested gently atop Lina's in a brief touch that said more than her monstrous voice ever could. It said that everything was going to be fine, and unlike her voice, it gave no sign that she was lying.
Of course, lying she most certainly was.
Tanzanite would not stand until their ranking officers did, but she did look back over their corrupted army. Her voice was steady, but it carried well enough through the stone halls.
“Show them no mercy, Soldiers of the Dark Kingdom. For I promise you, they will show none to you.”
The words were simple, but from the way she idly touched her corrupted human fingertips to the thick, scaly skin of her arm, the meaning behind it was significantly more complex. The senshi had taken her humanity, nearly her life on more occasions than she could count, but they would not take her planet.
They would never take Earth.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:08 am
The voice continued to ripple over the room, almost seeming more like a tangible presence than just a mere sound. To Uranophane, this being was speaking to more than just her ears. Its words were seeping into her skin, and resonating at the very core of her being -- as if, simultaneously, the bit of Chaos within her own star seed was echoing the same words.
And so, even without a full understanding of what was being spoken, Uranophane had an easy time of adopting the anger in them as her own. She did not really know what Elysion was... but it didn't take any advanced leaps of logic to conclude that it was an important part of Earth.
A sacred part of Earth.
And now, those damned senshi and their damned princess were walking around the place like they owned it.
Consider Captain Uranophane officially pissed.
Her gloved hand shook into the floor, her jaws clenched like steel trap, and her powerful eyebrows furrowed towards the bridge of her nose, her expression of distaste peering straight back at her from her reflection on the floor. She knew what had to be done. Tanzanite knew. Marthozite knew, everyone knew.
"We'll not only drive them out of this place..." she growled as she sharply stood, licking her lips in anticipation, "we'll make it rightfully ours, once and for all!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:11 am
It wasn't the first time he was made unaware of something of great importance. Since his beginnings as a lieutenant, he had to learn from other people by chance or by brutal experience. There were no manuals for the Negaverse, and he often wished there was a better system of information and communication. This time around, he wondered why they were never informed about a place called Elysion which, from the small window that was displayed before them all, glimmering in honey-rich light and creating a warm glow in the otherwise dark, vast, cold space of the Negavere, seemed a small paradise. When he thought of the center of the world, he had images of underground explorers, vast caves, strange, prehistoric creatures, and lava. THIS was not what he had in mind. It looked like a small portrait lost in time, true, but from another era. A beautiful portrait that was being defaced by the presence of a massive army of senshi. A few he could pick out simply by their outfit, and a few others, he was sure, he could glimpse the faintest flash of their face.
If he had any spikes like Tansanite, they would raise up like the hairs on the haunches of a dog. Whatever this place was, it was there paradise and being taken from them. "I had no idea..." He whispered, wondering if he was speaking to this strange voice or those around him. He glanced about. "…that we even had such a place." If they had, maybe they could have positioned a guard of some sort, but then again, they were already trying to protect their city as well. Looking up, he noticed the sheer number of senshi together, and looked over the many heads of the Negaverse army. It worried him.
As he turned his attention, his eyes caught the dark violet of Cap – Uh, General Tanzanite, and the sudden, meaningful gaze gripped him, freezing him in place. Like before, she was conveying a simple though with her eyes, and he was very surprised that, somehow, he GOT it. And to this, his lone eye narrowed with her, and he nodded, hoping he had gotten it right – and pretty sure he did. A look back up at the window said as much. Their Queen was preparing for battle, and this army would be taken to the very heart of this unknown place to flush out the senshi like so many termites eating their planet from the inside.
Once again, her voice carried the strong conviction of a single, grand purpose, and spoke in such a tone that it could command anyone to their side, and only inspired him more and more through her declaration that they would fight, and they would, at the cost of everything, win. There were no other options. Then again, there never had been. It was win or lose their planet. Giving up their life for such a purpose was better than anything they could ever hope to achieve in their mundane, civilian lives.
And now they would march into this new battleground. There would be no mercy. No side showed it. The patch on his eye testified as much. He could only smile in pure devotion and awe at her words, and anything that lingered in doubt stepped aside. Maybe it was the fact that he had spoken on air, but he too rose, though stood hardly as high as she. "We may have disappointed our Queen and our planet before, but we can't afford to do it now!"
He wasn't a general, but he still felt it was necessary to say. They had somehow done a great, terrible thing in not only doing their duty as protectors of Earth, but failed in having to bring their Queen into the fight. They HAD to win. They could not let their home destroyed and infested.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:51 am
The sensation of being yanked against his will into another dimension was something that the General had grudgingly become accustomed to, but the pain was something new entirely. He grit his teeth as the pulsations of power threatened to overwhelm his very being, struggling to right himself in the wrongness of it all. The sleek, groomed General outwardly seemed to be unaffected by the madness that was going on around them, the booming voice that threatened to crush them all into the stone with the mildest display of its power.
Queen Beryl was nowhere to be seen.
General Obsidian knelt next to Uranophane, not even acknowledging the Captain with a glance, but still choosing to be by their side while they wordlessly drank in the damning knowledge being pushed upon their shoulders.
As the strange project filtered into the darkness of the throne room, the redhead's shoulders visibly tensed as what he was looking at became all too apparent. The center of the Earth... Flickers of Nikki lying unconscious within her hospital bed, growing weaker and weaker with each passing day, rose to his mind before he could stop it, and Obsidian savagely crushed the memories away.
Where Uranophane was up on her feet like a bolt, the General rose slowly, as though drained.
"We will not disappoint her again." He simply said, his face practically a mask while his eyes burned with fury. "Not only will we drive them out... we will make certain that they do not have the strength to attempt something like this again. Ever."
There was no explanation needed for what he meant. The Negaverse would have their vengeance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:06 am
As the magical live-feed Metallia had provided continued to show them the atrocity that was the senshi invading Elysion, it was easy to focus more on all the details of it. The numbers were astounding. It looked as if all the senshi of Destiny City had come together to arrange their invasion.
And... in one corner of the window... one could make out a small group of them, a couple of them boasting red hair and plaid skirts. They were gathered together...
...and passing around a bottle of what must have been beer.
Was it possible that they were already celebrating their victory over the Earth? For the soldiers of the Negaverse, the consensus would likely be that their little party had started far too soon.
(( still no time limit! This just for flavor ~ ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:28 am
Their words were inspiring, and the already bright fire that was his loyalty and dedication to a group that he trusted, who had defended him and protected him from attack and worked with a single, unified purpose just as he did for them, and their unity only was magnified by this new crisis and this willingness to prove that they would not fail as they seemed to have done previous. They would show what Earth was for, what Earth created, and what these strong, proud people of their planet would go as a unified group against trespassers. Captains and Generals rose, and Wolframite was proud to have met each one. Tanzanite. Uranophane. Obsidian. All officers who had worked hard and stood as shinning badges of their rank, their experience, and their sacrifice.
It was with this shared heart that he looked to the window once more to see their common enemy and visualize their downfall. It was with this shared heart that he felt a surging pain and anger in seeing the senshi laugh and play around, and then share drinks as if toasting their victory and the underhandedness they had used to get to their planet's core. They had no respect for anything that was sacred, and he had a feeling he now knew what happened to their own planet to cause them to come here. They have ruined it, and now planned to ruin there's. Then they would on like a planetary virus and continue on their path.
He had never set foot in Elysion, but he felt a surge of hurt and hatred in seeing one of the unknown wonders of their planet be trampled upon by booze-happy senshi who would no doubt piss on anything they held sacred. He wanted to rip their starseeds out, toss it on the ground, and stomp on it like a light bulb. He already thought what a pleasant idea it would be to refresh Elysion with the blood of the senshi, but wondered if such a thing would only stain such a sacred place. But they were marking now and, catching sight of some blue, his eye went alight. Castor. He should have known he was there, but he seethed all the more. The senshi had only escaped because of the numbers surrounding him during Christmas Eve, but it wouldn't happen again. Everyone in his party would pay. He could only hope they left as soon as possible. He was more than ready.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:52 am
Serandite wasn't angered by the news-- the vision of the senshi cumulating in this plain which could certainly be labeled as heaven-- All of the senshi were in one place... Perfect. It was a time where one could pluck them.. instead of the tedious method of one by one .. No, this was a time where the negaverse in it's entire entity was here. They wouldn't lost to eternals. .. Just because there was Pegasus, Castor .. Her gaze followed several more, her smile fading a bit as her brown eyes landed upon Chibimoon.. And Chronos.
But on their side laid the new appearance of their General Kings and Queens. Unknown to the senshi (for the most part) .. Well, it wasn't like it was a simple matter of a few upgrades. It was much more. They would not fail. They couldn't fail. The combination of news and excitement caused her to punch one fist in a hand eagerly, her cheerful voice ringing with the rest of the words that followed Metalia's entrance. It ran along with furious words of justice and resolution-- Typically, Serandite's resolution wasn't made of furious resolve and hate. But .. her resolve, even without these factors, was just as strong as the rest.
"We'll just have to give them a warm exit! Elysion's ours." Serandite declared. The end result? They would pay for their crimes. The might of the negaverse was stronger than ever.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:53 am
The newly corrupted Senshi had yet to grow accustomed to teleporting. Given that she had only acquired the ability through her corruption, she was almost positive that it was unnatural for her alien race, at least at her power level. It always made her a little uneasy, but to have someone else force her into it was.. indescribable. She had never been summoned in such a way, but then, she had not been around so long either. The pain that tore through her made her squint her eyes shut and grind her teeth, her body trying to right itself when everything felt so completely wrong. She was deposited on the floor of the Negaverse throne room without even the tiniest semblance of grace, on her knees and her hands splayed out before her. With her eyes still shut, it was only the chill in the air and the feel of the stone floor beneath her sweaty palms that alerted her to where she was.
It was the mass of powered auras around her that made her realize she was not alone.
Her muscles slowly relaxed as the pain ebbed away and left nothing but a haunting, ghostly memory in her limbs. She felt weak, like she had been struggling against an oncoming current, and the feeling went straight to her core. Now was no time for pity parties and wallowing, however, and she opened her eyes like the obedient weapon she was. She expected to see her new queen atop her throne, with her hair billowing down like waves of fire. Imagine her surprise when there was no one to greet her or the dozens of comrades around her, most of which had been dropped into the room with the same startled look as herself.
The booming, angry voice startled her into reality and she ceased to look for their queen. She had no idea who this new disembodied voice belonged to, she had not been taught much of the lore of the negaverse. She only knew that it's anger chilled her deeper than the cool air of the negaverse headquarters ever could, right to the bone like an icy hand that meant to wrench apart whatever was left of her tortured starseed.
She only realized that people were falling into line as she heard the rustle of dozens of uniforms, and she quickly looked for a place that she belonged. She saw the few corrupted Senshi she knew gathering to the side with others she didn't recognize. She wasted no time before she shuffled quickly in that direction, head low and mouth pursed. She simply knelt in their ranks, in her best guess of order, and let the voice wash over her. She felt ashamed, though if she had actually managed to personally disappoint such a being in such a short amount of time she couldn't say. Maybe her nature was disappointment enough.
She knelt there, taking whatever verbal punishment was to be dealt, at the sides of comrades she barely knew. It took her a while to realize that the window ahead of them had materialized, given that she had been trying to melt into the floor and become invisible to the disappointed overlord. Once she saw the uneasy shifts, heard the soft murmurs, she turned her eyes up to stare into a window that gave her only further disappointement. There, stretched out across a world she did not recognize, were all of her former comrades. She could recognize only a handful, though familiarity gnawed at her for others. That familiarity was enough to tell her that her companions, her friends, her mentors - they were all gathered to take over something that did not belong to them.
They were people of the stars, of lonely planets and satellites that they had once called home. Elysion, this place she had never heard of, belonged to Earth. What right did the Senshi have to take it for themselves? What right did they have to steal what rightfully belonged to the Negaverse and the citizens of this green planet? She watched them swarm over the grounds, towards buildings she did not recognize, and the only feeling that she could pick out of her jumbled thoughts was shame.
How could they?
She dropped her eyes from the window and shut them as captains and generals began to call out for blood. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, the flesh of her palms only saved by the cloth of her gloves. She could have forgiven the Senshi's misplaced trust, their radical ideas, but this was unforgivable. They had no right in Elysion, they had no place in that forgotten world. Slowly the emotions on her face began to drain away, the anger and shame locked up tightly in her heart. As she opened her eyes and looked ahead at the higher-ranking soldiers that would lead them into a war against her former comrades, there was but one emotion left on her stony face - determination.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:09 pm
By this point you would think the negaverser would have been used to being summoned at the worst of times, or hell summoned at all. She knew not hwo to teleport herself yet, being of the lowest of the ranks of their organization Fayalite was not permitted such a luxury or power. She made due with her feet to get around normally, unless it were to the subspace... usually she was yanked out of whatever she was doing. One time she was sleeping, another time in a elevator.. probably confusing whomever saw her go in but not come out on the security cameras.
This time.. she found herself in a rather awkward position, she was in the shower. Thankfully no matter what she was wearing at the time, once human Toki Framont was brought into the subspace... she pulled a 'Clark Kent' and transformed into the uniformed Lieutenant Fayalite. Only difference this time, her hair was still wet. She made a note to not get out of uniform until she was alone.
Confusing still, and painful as well, was the feel of the pull this time. It felt..different, foreign, not unwelcome... but hurtful. She felt as if her skin was being clawed off... before being stretched and re sewn back on. It was a unpleasant experience she wished not to feel again. Opening her eyes as she landed crouched on the floor she was just as confused as her peers and higher officers. Neon pink eyes stare with wonder as a chill of fear and dread spread through her like ice pumpkin in her veins. This was not their subspace... this was something else. The power scale of everyone clustered together was astounding, but nothing compared to something hidden in the area. The voice echo'd in and out of her ears.. a sharp pain and feeling of dread soon following and taking a deep root in her gut. Betrayed? How had they betrayed? Where... was their queen?
Standing Fayalite quickly glanced around, looking for some sort of familiar face.. someone she could relate to. She knew not a lot of those around her, but she could pick out a few faces. Moving quickly she found Zinkenite, her captain, and decided to stay with him. Loyal to the end, she trusted him and their team more than anyone else. She included Scheelite in that list even if he was not team and she did not know him as well.
Who was this voice? What power.. what power she had never even dreamed existed. She listened intently standing behind the two captains zink and schee, not insane enough to deny she was fearful of the voice. While able to stand alone, you still felt more comfortable in numbers. While she was in numbers, she looked around once more, the ones she was closest to she trusted not to stab her when she turned away.
The words from the captains, the Generals.. the General Queen, it was enough to drive the fear from her.. and replace it with rage for the Senshi. How dare they assume they can take Elysium, It was not theirs to take. THEY were the aliens.. the intruders.. how dare they think this earth was theirs for the taking. The pink haired one... the bottle they are passing around... its enough to single them out. She was not as powerful as some of the auras around her, but damn if she will not try.
"How do we get to this..Elysium." She questioned, to no one in particular.. she was unsure if anyone heard the question. She wanted to drive them out, they violated a planet not even THEIRS and it boiled her bones.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:11 pm
Rose eyes watched the goings on in that 'window' with visible disgust. Before now, Bismuthite hadn't been fully aware of what the terrorists, Senshi, were - it wasn't like he had the luxury of watching TV - he was far more concerned with the Youma that he could sense in some part of his mind like a sixth sense. Before now, he blamed them for everything wrong with the city now a days. Now he knew better. They were the meat-shields in this war against the true evil that was trying to take over the planet. The Senshi. The Senshi must die, or else what will be left of the world, or his memory?
It wasn't necessarily that he cared about the invasion of the planet. No, not at this point in time anyway.(later on that would change.) He was fully self-concerned. After all, he wanted to be remembered. Good or bad, the memory didn't matter. So long as he has some sort of immortality~ And he'd rather be remembered than live forever anyway. So he'd do what he had to do to achieve his egotistic goal. And now he was in the perfect place to do that. Starting today.
The senshi did not deserve to step foot in such a beautiful land, It looked like something Billy would paint... Next time, it'd be painted with blood.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:20 pm
"You should be..." was Zinkenite's quiet and solemn answer to Scheelite's confession, his eyes flicked briefly to his Lieutenant before turning back to that window, glazed with hate...
"We'll destroy them from the inside out if that is what it takes." He said a velvety dark cold calculation that was already forming in his mind. The crimson crystal could be put to great use for these ends, it had already served them deliciously well.
"Their not even FROM this world" He added his voice dripping venom as he remembered Lyra's world...strange, alien, dangerously rotted and destroyed by some long forgotten world. "How dare they...how DARE they ruin their own worlds and come here to take over ours."
They would see the light, the error of their ways or they would die in confusion and terror at the hands of the Negaverse, failure was not an option...
"How did they even get in...how did they KNOW of this place... it's our world...OURS..."
...odd...that didn't look like a senshi...one out of many but all the same.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 2:01 pm
"It mentioned that Her Majesty is making preparations," Laurelite observed, rising to turn on her heels to face the group. Her hair was still far from a remotely presentable state, but her composure had returned everywhere else, the recognizable porcelain-doll smile clear on her features. Her hands folded behind her back, her entire stance radiating newfound confidence. "All we must do is keep our patience until those preparations are complete, Toki. Until then, prepare yourselves. Draw your weapons. Do not lose sight of our goal."
She turned back around, her messed ringlets dragging a little ways down her back as she craned her neck upward to regard the 'window' into Elysion. "Our moment approaches," she said. "Behold this scene, of our enemy in Earth's rightful sanctuary. Do you think they truly understand our power? Our resolve? Our unity under the banner of the most noble of causes? Look at them... the answer is clear..."
The senshi in the window were full of smiles and wonder and awe at the most sacred of places they had invaded... all looking disgustingly like young children in a candy store.
"We will stand against them. We will fight. And we will not stop, until we have taken back every last breath they have stolen from our land." Laurelite's speech had been devoid of the normal passionate cadence that was usually par for the course for a war rally. But in its place, she was speaking with the most quietly intimate of voices, as if she had come behind the shoulder of everyone in the room and murmured what needed to be done in their own ears. "We will have no mercy. We will take no prisoners. And we will reclaim what's rightfully ours, for the Earth and our glorious Dark Kingdom!"
She faced her subordinates again, her conviction shining through her eyes.
"Who is with me?"
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