Name: Super Corrupt Miyamoto HP: 75/75 (I think it's right) Action: Moving from F2 to B2 in order to help Wolframite. But still in F2 right now. Attacking Cybele before leaving F2. Damage: 8 + 2 + 5 = 15 Location: F2 - D2 now.
Nodding his head once to the General, Aquamarine, as he was passing in an attempt to get to Wolframite and help his Captain. He did, as he was heading out of the area, spot a rather familiar figure. Hadn't he helped in her capture by attacking her from behind? Hadn't they corrupted her, at least he was certain that had been her fate. So why was she here now? There was no mistaking her, even if he'd only seen her once.
Deciding to circle back, for a few moments, a hint of a smile spread across his features. This was just perfectly and fitting, and he couldn't pass it up, as he came up behind the senshi and unleashed his magic. This time he had more magic than before and he hoped it hit her gfood and hard. "Winters loneliness." The words a breath on the wind as he drew in as close as he could, in the hopes of insuring his attack hit her, he just didn't want her to notice him behind her before it was too late.
That done, and knowing he should be helping his own Captain, he headed off from the area. "Damn traitor....hope she gets killed." Shaking his head as he headed out of the area and to where he had spotted Wolframite for a split second. Pulling his com unit he spoke into it. "Wolframite, I'm on my way." He didn't need, or even want, a responce. He was headed for him to help and he didn't want him distracted by responding. So his unit went away and he hurried his pace up. Let someone deal with that traitor - he hoped she didn't make it.
stari_maga
Sunshine Alouette
MoonKitsune
(Anyone else who remembers him attacking Cybele the first time...here is round 2.)
(Super Sailor Scout Attack: Winters loneliness Similar to the first in that Miyamoto makes a sweeping gesture only this time there is a cold bite to the air around those affected by his magic. This coldness goes along with the lonely feeling and seems to make the person(s) feel even more alone and in need of something warm...be it a blanket or a person. Just something to not feel like this. This will last for twenty five seconds and has a five foot range. Can be used twice in battle)
Itztenoch - Cadet with a Blaster HP: 50 Action: Mission Objective: Choosing Valencians?! Are there even sides anymore? Protecting Nessa - Shooting Ransomite Damage:11 Location: C5 --> D6 AutoBonus: (For My Memories Sake +1d10(Dice) +3(Cadet)
Everything that rang out, rang so loudly, and Tenoch felt like he was two snipped threads away from loosing his mind.
He didn't care for Caedus, he didn't care for their deal - clung to the one thing out of everything that made sense to him. Get his people, get them safe, and he wouldn't attack any Generators, but he also wouldn't put himself on the line to defend them either. Not anymore, not when they were going off sky high and radiating vengeful energy and shooting lasers into the sky.
Lyndin was their Commodore, their leader, rang above the high council for hundreds of years --- because he'd made it so -- because he'd left his friend to die?
Wanted to call his better a coward for not doing it himself then. Except it seemed like he finally was. To lose the one to save the many? A deal with devils for the sake of saving their homeworld? A question for philosophers.
Which Itztenoch was not.
"We're not dying on this rock, life filled or otherwise. Not for order and not for any cracked Senshi or doomed Princes. We're going home." and anyone who got in the way of that would become a corpse. Could offer them up to the pyre, recycle them into the system for later, let their energies become one with the earth.
"Eso--Eso I'm so sorry." Felt like he had to, snatched the other up and -- if he ever so carefully pressed a kiss to the crown of Eso's head amidst all the chaos, stole a moment of peace when surrounded by a swath of battle and betrayal. "I promise not to ask any more than this from you. Come help me get our sister in arms." and never would he harm any of them, no sooner would he stand by and watch them be harmed by those who they had a supposed alliance with. Maybe he could convince the Negaverse soldiers to leave off and focus on the real threat....
Or shoot them..he could always shoot them...
"Nessaela!" saw her downed, not out, but possibly injured. Accosted and surrounded by a sea of others as he ran ahead of Eso and into the fray--- saw the pair that were closes to her and shouted.
"Get away from her!" aimed his blaster at the tall blond looking agent with the stick weapon (Ransomite) and fired. Made a point, that there was no playing to be had, that they would back up and find some other target or face consequences.
Snarled at the targets. Enraged lilac gaze that danced between one and the other - brandished his fired and charging weapon at the pink haired Lieutenant (Nobleite) -
"Don't you all have better things to fight than us?"
Tefla
Nessa: Agree to disagree and no one gets to hurt his friends
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Caer Sidi, Squire of Cosmos HP: 60/75 Action: Moving to B2, attacking generator Damage: 1 + 5 + 2 = 8 Location: C2 - > B2
"Læraðr," Caer said, in a warning tone that implied that she would brook no bullshit, "Lixian has not tried to attack us. He's as betrayed as we all are."
She hoped that he listened to her. If he didn't, well. She wasn't above bopping a teammate on the nose for foolishness.
When Hype turned to move to the generator, Caer nodded sharply, and moved to follow--but as she moved, she found herself frozen in in place, turning to watch the awful tableau happening in the center of the battlefield.
"Oh," she said, voice soft and shaking, "oh no."
This was...this was monumentally awful. Poor Caedus, his soul so mangled, ripped from his body--but--but there was nothing she could do to help. Tears pricked at Caer's eyes, but she turned to the generator nearest their group.
"We have to destroy those--those things--" she gasped, and she charged for it--just in time to be hit by an awful surge of electricity that briefly brought her to her ********!" She gasped, distinctly unladylike.
But she pushed herself up and charged anyway, slamming her fist into the generator.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Corrupt Super Sailor Xenia HP: 75 - 11 = 66 Action: Attacking Etoile back! Damage: 6 + 5 = 11 Location: F4
Ow! The cat's beam attack pierced Xenia's shield and hit her, and it actually stung, but ti was still...sort of adorable, all things considered. Besides, the shield was fading, and she perked up, very cheerily.
"You're welcome!" She said. "But now it's my turn!"
And then she kicked the cat with the full force of her petite little boots. Turnabout was fair play, right?
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal: Corrupt Sailor Ilse HP: 50 Action: Attacking Lysithea! Damage 2 + 3 = 5 Location: B4
Lysithea didn't even turn.
Lysithea completely ignored her, and jsut kept battering at the generator, and she didn't even turn and look--
Ilse let out a furious, angry screech as the generator blew to pieces, and flung herself at Lysithea.
"Look at me!" She yelled. "Look me in the face, you lying b***h!"
Lysithea had tricked her. Lystithea had played her. Lysithea had let her believe that she could leave the Negaverse--why had she even wanted to leave the Negaverse, what had been done to her had been done because it needed to happen--but before Lysithea could trick anyone else, she had to be destroyed.
Ilse had to destroy her. And to do that, she needed Lysithea to Look. At. Her.
Orangeish Sherbert
Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2021 10:05 pm
Cadet Caerynn HP: 0 Action: Resting in Peace Damage: Only emotional Location: F6
Everything hurt, as she placed her body over the limp form of Namielle. Her first friend here on Earth, who had taught her the word 'kitty', and who had been fooled by Caerynn's skilled acting. A Mauvian- an alien, just like the humans, and with a form so small and pleasing.
Caerynn was gasping for breath and trying to shield that sad, damaged form as much as possible when a foot moved to lift her chin. A Negaverser. A cluck, and her head being lowered back down.
She inhaled, enough to scream- "LYNDIN!" into the ground, her voice ringing in her ears, begging for her Commodore to remember himself. Remember his oaths, and his Cadets.
And then there was only a brief, sharp pain- and nothingness.
All that was Caerynn would never be reborn, as the dust of her starseed scattered to the back of her uniform. The bloodied husk of the Velencyan cadet stared sightlessly into the ground, Namielle's form still safe under her body.
I will not let you be hurt, she had promised, and even in death, she would keep it as best she could.
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Epine de Rose
The Space Cauldron
CAERYNN IS DECEASED / also she screamed for her Commodore
Minkowski only felt a quiet sense of resignation over the ambush, and had followed Anser in the direction the transcendent super was going. This was what happened when a large number of people gathered, in the end, and this was why Minkowski had started avoiding any sort of large group gathering when possible. In a way, she shouldn't have been surprised at the turn of events. They had been anticipating a battle, and a battle had come to them, had it not?
Too many thoughts raced through her head, and she was unable to keep focus on the events going on at the center generator. However, it was when the generator that she was currently at flared to life that Minkowski was brought back to reality by a surge of pain coursing through her body reminding her of where she was. As a senshi with healing magic, she could heal herself, or at least heal some of the damage taken, but... that would be awfully selfish of her if she only healed herself, wouldn't it?
"Anser, are you alright? I can't do much, but please let me heal what I can..." she said, and called upon her magic.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Butterfly Kisses Summons a swirl of ethereal butterflies around herself or an ally, healing minor damages, such as shallow cuts and bruises, relieving the pain associated with these injuries as well. The butterflies last for around twenty-five seconds, and Minkowski can call them up to three times per battle.
Mauvian Etoile HP: 14/50 Action: owchie ouch ): shifting focus to the generator Damage: 6+3+20=29 Location: F4 to F5
Etoile had been very proud of herself for following directions and successfully landing an attack, but then attacks started coming in her direction- including an awfully rude kick from the corrupt she had star beam'd. And here she had been hoping that maybe they could be friends somehow, like, when they weren't all trying to beat each other up. The little kitten hoped Lepus could avenge her or something later...
Speaking of Lepus, while everyone was certainly getting their fair share of being beaten up, the eternal senshi of rabbits had started attacking the generator. Deciding to follow in her lead, the little kitten pushed through the pain and shifted to her humanoid form, moving to try tugging on wires or things or whatever she could do to help with busting up the generator, in the absence of her star beam.
Sailor Primula HP: 50/50 Action: Carrying a kitty away to safety Damage: -- Location: F4 to F5
Primula had shown up with Eriphyla, after convincing her sister to power up and go with her to the location indicated in the message. At first, there hadn't been any indicator that this would be anything out of the ordinary, or as out of the ordinary as helping aliens fire a laser of energy at a comet to purfify Chaos, etc, but then the ambush had happened, and, well.
She was having a lot of regrets at the moment. Why did she beg so much for her sister to come with her, when Eriphyla tended to have her head in the clouds? Primula hesitated to move from her spot, from her sister's side when the fighting started, and then.
She saw a cute kitten, another of the talking cats, who seemed to be in a lot of trouble. Only, the kitten turned into a kitty girl? Primula hadn't known that the talking cats could do that, as Julienne hadn't transformed when they met, but she was still a person who cared deeply about cats (and animals in general- she was the type of person who cried at commercials about animal abuse, after all), whether or not they currently stood on two legs and not four. Therefore, she couldn't help but leave her sister's side just for a moment, to come to the kitty's aid.
"Oh, you poor kitty," Primula said, to the tiny Mauvian who had taken a break from fiddling with the generators to catch her breath, "Why don't you take a break, and get some rest?"
Even if the idea seemed to be to take down the generators, Primula had been watching, had seen the way they pulsed with a dangerous energy at times, causing harm to those near it. Even if the cute little kitty was doing what she should be doing... Primula didn't like the thought of the kitty getting hurt any further.
"My name is Primula, senshi of primroses. Here, let me take you to where my sister is. It's safe... for now."
Etoile liked to think she was a pretty durable guardian cat, but even she had her limits. The blast from the generator and then the kick from Xenia had left her somewhat winded, and while she was doing her best to help out with the generators now, she was really starting to feel the weariness! The little Mauvian wanted to continue to do her duty and help Lepus out, but she was kind of nearing her limits; if the generator went off again, she didn't think she had it in her to continue keeping up with things.
As it was, when a senshi she didn't recognize offered her help, Etoile peered up at her curiously, before deciding sure- she seemed friendly enough! Maybe she really should take a break somewhere quieter... "Okay!" she said, as she shifted back to kitten form, being scooped up by Primula, and then to Lepus: "I'm going with Primula, 'kay? I'll be right back!"
And thus she was carted off to (hopeful) safety by a senshi in purple and yellow.
Transcended Eternal Scylla HP: 100 * Note: (Article of Resilience -1 damage) Action: Trying to donkey punch lyndin with a tentacle Damage 1d10 + 7 + 1 (Article of Strength) + 2(3x)/3(2x)/4(1x)/5(1xmetallic bracelet) 1+7+1+2=11 damage to WHOMST??? Location: D4
Silvera stayed at her side, while her friends rushed off on their own 'adventures', released from their promises to her. And Scylla stood there, a fool, looking at Lyndin.
If she had known, she would have been by Caedus' side. Like Encke. Like Pendour. She would have been close to him. Maybe then she could have done something to stop what came next.
Caedus- was Sailor Velenia. So it seemed, anyways. As soon as they knew you’d never awaken, you should have done the honorable thing. We have all suffered because of you. Gods. Had he not awakened because of the world? No, impossible- Andromache had been awakened on a world other than Scylla.
Had he been denied a Mauvian, and had to try and force himself awake with crystals? Was that what the starseed was?
And she knew it. She had suspected, but how could one prove a gut feeling?
But none of that mattered now.
None of it mattered but the way Caedus was struggling, the starseed in Lyndin's hand, the light fading from the eyes of yet another person she cared for. Another friend she loved.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" a raw, piteous shriek was torn from her throat, and Scylla flung her body across the grass, throwing herself at Lyndin, grabbing onto his arm. Grabbing at Caedus. "You- You ******** b*****d. You Glyndveil." She grappled at him for a moment, small arms short, weak, and so DELICATE next to his larger frame, before she remembered- she was a senshi, and there were arms better than her own with which to rip Lyndin's spine from his body.
"SORROW!" Scylla cried, and eight tentacles ripped themselves from the ground around the console. Around Lyndin, Scylla, and the drama there. Eight large limbs, so much stronger than Scylla herself, tore towards her prey, as she whispered to the monster that she served, and by whom she was served in return- tear him apart. KILL him.
The Space Cauldron
Lyndin also: never forget "If you say Glyndveil, you say, ah," his brows furrowed and he seemed to sift through his thoughts for a moment. "A type of mammal native to our true homeworld. It is not a flattering creature, and you should not utter it disdainfully in front of anyone. Especially your parents. Such is considered classless and rude." Also based on convo in discord re: crystals, reminding you Scylla is wearing a rainbow crystal in case this messes with anything.
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All the people who might not like the way Scylla's talking to Lyndin. Like... all of D4.
noirxsongbird
and you are up, my dear
Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2021 11:10 pm
Character name, rank, and a link to their journalGuardian Illyria HP: 20/50 Action: Getting hit by another F6 shockwave. Shielding Namielle. Watching murder happen (( death of Cadet Caerynn )) Damage none this post Location: Still in F6
Ouch. Whatever it was that had hit her tiny form, Illyria was certainly feeling the residual aftershocks now. Twice she had been subjected to a shock wave that while didn't throw her away from her hiding place at the base of the generator - it certainly knocked her for a loop. An intense ache bloomed inside before she remembered her fallen comrade. She had never met the other Mauvian but she felt duty-bound to keep her safe from whatever else might harm her. She once more grabbed the other cat by the scruff of her neck, not unlike a mother cat would do to its young kitten and tried to physically drag the other to some form of safety. Sadly she didn't think she had the strength to move the other very far and so it was with that realization that she could only do so much. Illyria bit back the yowl of frustration she wanted to give voice to before gently trying to shove the bulk of the unconscious Mauvian into a more defensible location at the generator's base.
It was during this time of gentle pushing and pulling that a metal clinking sound registered to the kitten's ears. Swivelling around Illyria stood transfixed at the scene before her. One of the aliens had apparently been brought to her knees by various injuries and as she lay gasping for air an agent from the Negaverse approached and did, in Illyria's eyes, the worst thing possible. The agent stone cold took the life of the gentle creature that had tried to protect her fallen feline friend and then to add insult to injury the agent also dipped her hand into the alien's chest and withdrew the starseed before crushing it.
Illyria saw red.
Rage consumed her tiny frame. Now it was personal. She'd make it a mission to make sure the Negaverse paid for the actions that had been taken here tonight. Illyria would remember this agent's face. She vowed to avenge the gentle alien's untimely demise. But she still had to protect her fellow Mauvian.
Character name, rank, and a link to their journal:Commander Velyria HP: 0 [for PLOT] Action: Encouraging cadets; dying for her Commodore Damage None Location: D2 -> D3 -> yeet
Velyria jolted; she whirled, to assault the Page that had attacked her from behind, but Caelyna was already on it. She smiles, proud of her sister, and turned to check on Fae-Fae, who had run to shore Caelyna up, and had clearly done well—
But their communicators all turned on, and they could all hear Caedus pleading with them to stop. Velyria winced, feeling an ache in her chest. That was, after all, her King, restored to them after so long gone. But Lyndin, she knew, would do what had to be done. So she trusted in her Commodore. The problem was, she didn’t trust the people gathered around him. They were all friends of Caedus’s, people who had helped him before. And so she knew what she had to do.
Velyria activated her ComTech, broadcasting to all cadets.
“Caelyna, Fae-Fae,” she said, addressing her sister and her beloved apprentice first, “watch out for each other.” Then, her words were for everyone. “Cadets…I’m proud of all of you. Whatever you choose.”
Some of them were choosing wrongly, but they were all following their conscience.
Then, Velyria ran, peeling away from Caelyna and the Page to move to her Commodore’s side. She would protect him, whatever it took.
And there were many, many threats--plenty of people had clearly decided to side with Caedus. She didn’t blame them. They were his friends. Sentiment was foolish, but understandable. Still. She would not allow her Commodore to be hurt. Certainly she could not intercept all of the incoming blows, but she could intercept some.
She also did not turn off her ComTech.
So as she charged, and moved between Lyndin and Scylla’s tentacles, all the cadets heard her declare,
"You will not harm him!”
They heard her gasp as the tentacles impacted her, and she was sent flying, off hr feet and into the air. Her scythe went from her hands and spiraled through the air, landing blade-down in the dirt.
They heard the sickening, awful CRACK when she landed.
And if they looked, they would see that Commander Velyria did not rise again.
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Quoting all Cadets since Velyria broadcast her last words <3
The Space Cauldron
one commander, dead defending her commodore
cibarium
fae-fae
Infinities
scylla
Sweenys_Revenge
cydfae
Orangeish Sherbert
aeleas
Kyuseisha no Hikari
andreiya
Guine
aliez
Shanyume
cypher
Kaefaux
daesva
Bronze Coffee
eso
genovianprince
fangnyl
Indigo_Plateau
fysarius
Tonberry Yuna X
gavaen
Shiningamisgirl
itzenoch
[Mistress Morbid]
lixian
Seiana_Zi
lysvi
stari_maga
naeria
a-disgruntled-dragon
neryn, sparta
tefla
nessaela
EchosSweet
ny
Sleet Tempest Snape
silvera
Epine de Rose
valnyr
Aurelius0815
vaylin
Sunshine Alouette
vyn
Amasis
ydgadden
Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2021 11:56 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor Nembus HP: 75 Action: Thinks Adorea has a good idea in getting away from the generators and therefore the general-sovereigns, following Damage: -- Location: F3 -> D3
Nembus' inevitable spiral was broken by the presence of the other corrupt super senshi settling beside her, observing her nails and the action around her idly as if she was above it and beside it. It interested her in the vaguest sense, and she pursed her lips as if trying to figure her out.
And then she left.
The rest of the battle was descending into oppressive chaos and Nembus had little interest in staying where she was. She wasn't entirely sure where Adorea was going, but it was, at the very least, not near a generator where a general was likely to see her, and not near where the general-sovereigns and their queen were busy stopping anyone from leaving if they wanted to.
Felt like lambs to slaughter in some ways, and a part of her felt it was too gloriously easy while another part was deeply, viscerally uncomfortable.
Nembus darted after Adorea, slowing down her steps once she caught up.
She turned her attention toward where the aliens were apparently messing with what looked to be a very ... questionable starseed. Nothing she pulled out of her chest looked anything like that--
"It's Nembus," she offered, quietly, to the other corrupt.
Prince Castor of Hail HP: 125 Action: Moving F4 to D4 post attack to Ashanite, Eternal attack. Damage 1d10 + 10 + 4 [3+10+4=17 damage] * note: owns the ICE RING Location: D4
There was a bit of bitterness in how he wished they would have listened, how he wished they all had just looked to their history, to the very facts of the matter- You could not hope to destroy chaos. You could only hope to bring balance, to remove it's vessels, and purify it.
So when Lyndin brought out the starseed, showed them all the root of this duplicity, the cause of events and the source of it all-
"Idiots." He muttered before the lightning struck him, making him hiss as it rippled through muscle and sinew. Head snapping to the general, he clicked his teeth, rushing him, fist covered in the thick layer of ice and spikes that were designed to inflict as much damage and pain as possible.
"Bold words, coming from someone who doesn't even know what awaits him once he should win." The attack was swift, Castor darting back in a flury of grey feathers. "You are fool to think your war ends with the dead." He turned, looking and seeking a way towards where now he knew he'd be needed more-
"KURMA!" Castor called out to the man he hadn't seen in years and half thought had vanished. "You should have told me you were back in town! We could have had a drink!" He would have even have broken out the wine he'd found back home-
But if he survived this, if they all survived this, maybe he could. But he had his suspicions now, his theories as to what he looked at in Lyndin's hand, at the implication, at the truth.
Caedus was a senshi who's world had rotted and failed to sustain life- and with it, so had the royal. So had the king. The starseed, the crystal was something not corrupt, he recalled reaching for it, feeling for it, and it being void. It wasn't a corruption, it was something else.
It very well may be dead- or it very well may be a vessel for another. The was only one who could offer insight, and while this was the middle of a fight?
He had little time. But they were out numbered, out gunned. He had to find a way to get them, all of them, out of this death trap if he could. It was never about Metallia, about his want for revenge at the death of his people, about having his world, his life, his very being torn from what should have been his- it was about the balance. It was about keeping them, keeping those of Order, the last bastion of hope for the balance safe.
He only needed to look at his brother before he took off towards the dying senshi-king and the man who may be doing what he thought would save their world.
"Lyndin." He kept his voice even as he weaved his way towards the commander, making no move to stop Scylla, nor, to help her. Her rage was her own, and he full well just what she was capable of.
"Your intention is to revive your world isn't it?" Castor called out to him. He hoped, hoped it was- for what Ceadus had told him years ago, they had all but given it up.. and had been as Lyndin confirmed, on borrowed time. "I do not know what lies you may have been fed, but killing your senshi this way or destroying their crystal will do just that, with no hope for it's return. If that is your intention, if that is the true nature of your duplicity- It must be returned to the Cauldron."
There was no time, no time to explain the balance, the fact that they were one of the last bastions against chaos, one of the last forces from holding back the scales from sliding to an irreversible end.
"If we die, not only will the hope of our worlds die with us, but the only thing keeping Chaos from expanding it's reach beyond here will be gone. We are the arbiters of balance Lyndin. And we cannot afford to die on an altar of lies for a world that still has a chance at a rebirth. That still very well have it's life and it's future."
"The crystal must be returned to the Cauldron- and we need to escape. Take your fill of earth's resources if you must- But do not damn us to our doom, nor your own people as well. Let the crystal return to the Cauldron. There is a better way than this!"
While his brother aimed to vie for their freedom, for their lives, for an escape, Pollux had his own to handle. Let his brother try to be the royal, try to undo the image he cast, the shadows that darkened his wings- let Pollux be his other half, let him do what his brother wished he could without the weight of his laurels or wings.
"The General is nothing but a sacrifice to protect the generator!" He yelled. "Focus your efforts! He is ready to die defending it- So make him defend it!"
Noir Songbird
cibarium
Infinities
The Space Cauldron
F4
He yellin
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2021 12:18 am
Cadet Nessaela HP: 12 HP (( 50 - 14 (Ransomite) - 9 (Nobleite) - 15 (shockwave) )) Action: Reacting to things. Generator attack. Regrouping with Itztenoch who has come to rescue a "damsel in distress" Damage 3 + 7 = 10 Location: D6
This was starting to get serious real fast. Nessaela had just finished attacking the generator when she had been roughly prodded in the side by someone who had snuck up on her. While the impact had probably served as more of a warning then anything else Nessa felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. She glared at the one attacking her before she flashed her dagger. Hopefully just the thought of being stabbed would cause her attacker to back away.
It never crossed her mind that if she were to just listen to the warnings that she was being given that maybe it would have saved her some suffering in the long run. Nope, Nessaela made the mistake of returning to the generator's side, intent on trying to figure out just what damage she could do the device. Another agent bodily shoved her away from the device's side again and even before she could regroup to have her dagger meet the generator once more she felt an surge of energy erupt from the generator and she paled. That one had definitely hurt. The cadet fought to catch her breath. Her whole body throbbed in time with her heartbeat. She was about to strike the machine again when her ComTech flared to life. Nessaela was about to silence the comunit before hearing just what was being said. Turning to stare at the location where the machine's controls had been set up Nessaela couldn't exactly see the tableau of horror that was playing out but thanks to the comunit in her tech it was being broadcast loud and clear. A hand flew to her mouth as she heard the dialogue between Caedus and Lyndin - they were arguing - very seriously. It wasn't something she should have been listening to but she was transfixed in place. What was going on?
It was as that question rocketed through her mind that suddenly, with a sickening lurch to her system, that Nessaela understood what was happening. She didn't need to see the flare of energy from the center of the clearing to understand what was happening. Nausea roiled in her stomach, threatening to make an appearance. Lyndin had just murdered the king of her people ... who had also been the senshi that they had been looking for for ages. But but but...
Had this been known? Nessaela glanced towards the Commander that had been nearby in her area (Cydfae) with a horrified look on her face. Even as that scene played out in her mind once more Nessaela moved back towards the generator. It was only fair to keep attacking but even as she moved she froze at the sound of Cydfae's voice. It was loud enough to hear the veiled threat contained and yet ... she still pitched her body forward. Almost as if the commander's threat meant nothing to her. The one she'd placed her allegiance in was dead(?) ... killed by the Commodore - the one who commanded the Vanguard, whom Cydfae served under. Her words meant nothing to Nessaela anymore.
Activating her dagger's power source Nessaela sank the blade into the generator's side and attempted to dig it around before she felt tears well up in her eyes. She registered the sound of a Vanguardian blaster discharging and tensed before realizing that she was not the target and turning, Nessaela registered the most beautiful sight in the world: Itztenoch. She backed up from the generator and moved as quickly as she could to place herself slightly behind his form. She was injured - heartbroken - but yet wise enough to know that if he was avenging her at least a little that he was still someone that she could trust.
Transcendent Super Anser HP: 75 - 15 - 9 - 15 + 5 = 41/75 Action: Getting heals from new friend Minkowski! Also still attacking the generator because this thing is bad news bears. Damage: 5 (base) + 5 (rank) + 2 (magic) + 1 (article of strength) = 13 Location: D6
Rude to put her back to someone? She shot the senshi with lurid hair a disdainful look over her shoulder, wincing at the pain but not backing down for even a moment. "Yeah, whatever," she replied, spitting blood to the side and turning her attention back to the generator, though careful not to completely turn her back to him this time if just to keep an eye on him, "not as rude as literally killing people."
Filthy hands? Awfully big words from a cat that probably used a litter box-- Ow-- would need to clean that up later--
Anser stuck her middle finger up at them as she listened in to the action that was happening at a distance. Great, pulling starseeds. More Chaos s**t--
Minkowski's voice caught her attention, and her bitterness softened immediately into something warmer as she felt the swirl of butterflies around her, uplifting her and easing some of the blood she felt pooling in her mouth. Spat out a small amount of it to the side once more, before offering a, "Thank you, Minkowski! That helped a lot!"
Healers were always important.
"Mother Goose!" And back her fist went against the generator.
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Sailor Scout Attack:"Mother Goose!" Geese are known for being great guards. Anser says her attack name and an ethereal goose appears in front of her, honking. After the gosling honks out its warning, Anser finds that her reflexes are enhanced, allowing her to either better fight back physically or put some distance between her and whatever danger there may be.
