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Lt. Eveite

As much of a homebody as she was and as much as she liked to work from home to teach her classes, there was one thing she was thankful for working at Romano's. They had certainly trained her. Of course, fighting a Youma was completely different from fighting another person and she wasn't even near the top of her class, but after getting knocked around once, she had managed to beat the Youma to convince it enough that the Agents on the roof were not worth the fight that they were putting up and headed back down elsewhere.

Unfortunately, she was unable to walk now. She hurriedly put out a message saying so, but that she would still be able to continue her duties at the time. Luckily the program she was using was enough to keep the cameras from coming back on. Eventually they would stop fighting. The systems were local instead of cloud-based, so whomever was looking at them would have to evacuate the building at some point.

Phones were still being jammed, enough to that they couldn't record at least. But she was in no shape to fight again and would definitely need someone to help her out of the building when they finally all left.

General Faustite

Beside Kamacite, the operation looked hale. As he had waited on standby himself, he felt the fits and starts of stars coming to life under their grasp. Quickly enough, they were snuffed out, and their officers steadfastly adhered to their mission. It was more than he had expected to see from the results of the meeting. He must've made a misstep, then — maybe cakes and treats was a requirement now.

As Kamacite took off for Cybele's call, he nodded at his friend in passing. That left him to keep an eye on the rest — the vast network of buildings and their negative spaces where anyone could come upon their scene.

But first — the General crouched. He heard a voice not far below him, calling for an Alice to come to the window. Alice, come look at this. Alice, you gotta see this. Faustite concentrated on the voice, on the thrumming threads of energy within reach of his rank's influence, and he bound those threads between his fingers and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until Alice stopped being said, until he heard the thump of two, then three. No more Alice, not for a while.

He stood up to his squid youma attending him, tentacles aflail as it gestured his communicator at him. Whatever image Cymophane got was likely jittery by his youma's unsteady hand. "Let them in." He straightened, and pointed for the squid to aim the communicator at the Farnsworth building. "Then bar the doors. We'll burn the place down floor by floor if we have to." Better that it didn't come to that, however.

Lt. Cafetite - Prompt 5 Part 2

It didn't matter that Cafetite protested. The senshi outside the alley was ready with a ball of energy charged up, and they let it fly straight into Cafetite, sending her flying off to the side. The sheer impact knocked the wind out of her, and she skidded for a short distance. She was going to get a double whammy of a nice bruise on one side and some fantastic scrapes on the other. Fortunately for her, despite how sideways that went, the Pom of Power had wised up and sighted a much better target, switching its attention to harass the senshi on the side.

Cafetite pulled herself up and struggled to catch her breath, but relief watched over her when she saw that the Pom was now going after a proper target. She took the opportunity to slip away and reorient herself for now.

Cafetite has sustained one hit of Moderate damage!

Sailor Perdita

“Maybe they thought we’d all be occupied and they’d have easy pickings,” Perdita answered Oberon’s question.

It was a bit odd for something like this to occur out in broad daylight in the middle of the day. Usually, it was under the cover of darkness, whether the Negaverse had anything to do with the trouble or not. Based on the auras she felt, it was certainly the Negaverse at fault this time. Regardless, there had to be a reason for it. Surely it wasn’t random.

Perdita stepped out of the alley with Oberon at her side, heading out into the fray. She grabbed a discarded glass bottle from the random bits and pieces of litter on the ground and smashed it onto the head of the nearest youma.

The part of her that was fascinated by the creatures almost apologized, but the youma could not be their priority right now. There were civilians to evacuate, enemies to confront, and allies to save.

“Lots of low level chaos around,” Perdita observed, using her sixth sense to detect their auras more than she relied on visuals. “Some sort of training exercise, maybe?”

Eternal Sailor Ganymede

“I can’t wear the gown all the time, Momma, it attracts too much attention,” Ganymede explained.

Not that her Transcendent aura didn’t accomplish that on its own. Ganymede was “kill on sight” and she knew it, but she thought it best not to go into that much detail with Momma, who understood the dangers but didn’t know the full extent.

At the arrival of Megrez, Ganymede offered a small, relieved smile.

“Megrez!” she greeted her, then hesitated over introductions. Ganymede was overly cautious even among her allies sometimes, and didn’t want to be revealing too many of the identities of the people closest to her.

Of course, she’d shown her civilian face in front of everyone on the Moon several years ago. There probably wasn’t any point trying to pretend as if people couldn’t figure out who she was and who she was related to from that.

“This is a civilian who is leaving now,” Ganymede said, stressing the last part with a frown toward Momma. To Megrez, she continued, “There are a couple of Corrupt Senshi at the entrance, but the rest seem scattered around. Youma, too. If they didn’t want us inside, they’d guard the entrance better, so I’m not too in love with the idea of heading in there. Might be a trap.”

Eternal Sailor Oberon

Oberon sipped noisily at his coffee as he followed Perdita towards the building, but skirted around the disintegrating youma she’d dusted with the glass bottle. He’d forgotten how vicious she could be sometimes.

The ping from his senshi phone and him pulling it out to check, and he winced.

“s**t, Ganymede is around,” he groaned. Not that Ganymede being around was a bad thing. He quickly continued so Perdita didn’t think he had anything against his sister-in-law. “Mom was supposed to be with her today.”

Which meant his mother was probably in the vicinity as well.

“Too many low level agents,” he frowned, trying to focus back on what they were doing, and hoping that his mother would be put somewhere safe. “Seems like it could be a trap.” Hopefully it wasn’t, because he was not in the mood.

And he was still working on his coffee.

Eternal Sailor Megrez

Megrez might have beamed a little at being met with a pleasant greeting from Ganymede. There was a time when the encounter might not have been so friendly, and she was relieved that that reputation seemed to have slipped into the past somewhat. She took the cue to not ask too much about the woman who was with Ganymede, but she did offer a "You stay safe too!" before refocusing and taking in the senior senshi's tactics.

She nodded; she was fairly sure that whoever was running this was aware of the scale of the operation and looking to cause as much damage as possible. "I agree, but can we do anything for the ones who already went in there, or maybe keep others from going in in case it is a trap? Some of the newer ones, they... kind of don't like to think."




Lt. Nambulite + Captain Paracelsian

As he was darting between two streets, Nambulite noticed some big Order auras right on top of a Chaos aura. He turned his head, and there was his Captain, engaged with a Squire and an Eternal Senshi! The Squire looked rather familiar, no, very familiar... the beads, that was right, she was the one who'd generously donated to his collection, so maybe she could still get a reprieve. The Eternal Senshi, though! That was bad news. He could stomp Paracelsian flat if he wanted. Nambulite figured he had to do something before things went south, so he let his instincts take the wheel.

He scooped up Follow Boy, who began to wriggle and squirm in confusion. "I'm sorry, kid, but if I do this just right, you'll get to maul a big nasty senshi in the face!" He shouted, then geared up to lob the youma right at Takamizawa.

Unfortunately for Nambulite, he was anything but stealthy, and Paracelsian saw him right across the way. His eyes widened, then narrowed in anger. "Lieutenant, put that goddamn thing down and keep walking!" he barked, a commanding edge slipping into his voice that he didn't even know he had in him.

"But what about-" Nambulite stared at the wiggling youma in his hands, then back at Paracelsian. Orders were orders, he supposed, and he'd probably hear about it later if his Captain's a** got kicked. "Fine, yessir, bye, good luck!" He set Follow Boy down and then scampered across the street. Follow Boy hissbarked a complaint and scampered after him.

Paracelsian heaved a mix of a growl and a sigh. "Forgive me. He's an idiot."

General Benitoite.

He'd done his part thus far, it wasn't that hard in all honesty, and now it was time that the youma were released and they got into action with the real reason for this eleborate plot - energy draining. A glance to the mauvian and to his fellow General and the petite figure was nodding his head before teleporting dow nto the ground below. He had his own things to do, such as gathering energy and handling senshi and knights who needed dealing with.

Already he could sense order turning up. "No surprise their already here." He'd teleported a block away from the building and was making his way towards things, grabbing any who got as far away as he was. Civilians running were drained and left, with something this big going on he was sure they'd be found and tended to. He needn't worry about civilians being left to die, or be harmed by others.

Tying his hair back as he got closer the General decided to keep his spear in pocket space for now, he'd summon it once it was needed. For right now he was planning on seeing where he was needed most and diving right in. He could hold his own against anyone here from what he could tell - no royals thus far. There might be a lot of order signatures cropping up but he figured they had enough on their side as well. Pulling out his own communication device he decided to check in and see if anyone needed his help.

"General Benitoite here, anyone in need of assistence?" He'd heard the earlier call for help from one of their corrupt but had not been able to respond qwuick enough, as he assumed she'd gotten the help she'd needed.

(Open for interactions from anyone. Just trying to get involve dbut not sure...cause joining in a bit late.)