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"Always and forever." Serandite murmured, inappropriately lifting her head to offer Laurelite a bright smile, caught up within the movement for victory. But who wasn't? The conviction, the tension, the excitement-- even the anger that balled up in everybody's stomachs of chests-- It had one sense of unity.

And that unity was the negaverse. Whether it was only for a fleeting moment or more.. or even less, the heart of the negaverse had reached out it's branching roots and seized the bowing masses in this room by the core. Their corruption all voiced one resonance-- one note, a note without dissonance or disarray. As Laurelite instructed, Serandite's arm unfolded, extending out to the side, her hand lifted in a familiar manner of summoning.

Here it came-- the infamous bunny. In a matter of seconds, the black shadowy wisp formed into a large stuffed plush, bowing in an identical manner as Serandite, one knee bent, it's shining eyes looking up towards General Queen Laurelite. It's eyes.. were literally shining. One could say it was the glass material it was made from but Serandite would have called it "the bunny's resolution." It was debatable if this stuffed plush even had emotions. You could tell what side of the debate Serandite was on --- Serandite certainly thought it did.

This time would be certain. No mercy. Not even towards Chibimoon. Not towards Pegasus. Not towards Flora. The cursed moon princess had led them to Elysion-- Didn't she recognize it? Black Lady surely would have. The filth that infected that sacred area. An invasive species-- Elysion would be irreparably wrecked by the undeniably careless, opinionated and clashing natures of these individual senshi combined. While the negaverse stood as one.

Elysion wasn't a place for them.

It was a bit of a defining moment for Linarite. Rising from the floor, her hand slipped away from Tanzanite in its odd comfort to look closer at the window opened by that voice. There had been some question as to what the senshi were actually doing down there. Castor seemed content to ogle some fuzzy white b***h's breasts while what was unmistakably Sailor Gemini getting drunk off his a** with a group of girls. Did the male senshi do anything worthwhile?!

She'd never found out.

Laurelite's words sounded in the general's ears and it was a determined and fierce Linarite that turned to face one of her General-Queens. It was inarguable that the bluenette was a bit of a disgrace in how she continually did not deliver the star seeds of either Castor nor Taranis, though she had a way with some of the Captains and was always very good in a melee.

White-gloved hands were fisted at waist-level as the staff materialized in her hands, healed from the damage done to it by Arm; her hair tossed in defiance of the senshi. "I've given my life to the Dark Kingdom. I will not let the senshi win now!" No matter what it took. Or so she told herself.

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Marthozite watched the generals and even one captain stand up almost immediately to pledge themselves to the cause. Linarite's quick statement was surprising but not displeasing; one did not become a general without having some redeeming qualities and her dedication in all but one area was admirable. Somewhat. One that continually surprised the quiet General-King was easily little General Serandite.

You looked at the girl and thought her incapable, silly, and just a bit out of place. She too had proven herself more than she seemed and Marth had been forced to reassess this little girl with some approval and acceptance of her. In his mind, every woman should behave as Laurelite did at every moment. There were exceptions of course, but not many. Not many at all.

Stepping around said paragon of womanly virtue he was tall and imposing, proud and confident. "Stirring as expected, Laurelite." His head inclined respectfully and turned out towards those that had jumped to offer their lives, hoping that perhaps he could add more to them. "Think of what this victory will mean for us. They have taken your lives, taken some of your family, taken your friends. The last time they went to a realm of dream there were those that did not come back." A pause for effect.

Effectual pauses were always key.

"This time they will not come back, for their bodies will litter the ground of our home's most sacred ground. We will eliminate the senshi once and for all in the place they have tried to take for their own, and when it is done it will be our celebration!" It was not a loud speech that Marthozite gave so passionately but every word was ripe with inflection and conviction. He did not need to yell to make his point.

"FOR THE EARTH!"

Uranophane's weapons -- as unorthodox as they were-- popped! into existence, the pen and clipboard swiftly tucking themselves under her left arm. She made the briefest of eye contacts with her chosen General, Obsidian, in an expression of silent acknowledgement, before her right arm first pulled her goggles down over her eyes and then stiffly pumped her fist into the air.

"FOR THE NEGAVERSE!"

Her boot stomped into the floor in a re-readying of her stance. Her jaw and face were set with her anger, and the resolve that she was funneling the rage into.

"TAKE NO PRISONERS!"

The senshi had finally gone one giant leap too far.

"SHOW NO MERCY!"

And now they were going to pay.

Tanzanite watched as one by one they stood, proclaiming their loyalty to the cause, speaking of the things that would soon be done. The bloodlust was inspiration, as was very furrowed brown and grim frown in the room. They were an army, organized and furious, and their wrath would be swift. However, she knew enough of the senshi to know that the battle would not be without casualties. Some of the soldiers who stood there that day, who spoke of the same vengeance she so desperately wanted, would not return to celebrate that victory.

Their deaths, at least, would not be in vain. The senshi who were soon to be laid to rest would not be able to find even that small comfort.

She did not notice Obsidian, either because she was fully caught up in the moment or because he now looked so very different from their time as Lieutenants. Even his voice, crowded by those that came before and followed after, did not alert the purple-haired General of his return. Her focus was on Laurelite and Marthozite, her eyes slightly wide, every muscle tensed as though she might leap through that window and straight into Elysion by sheer force of will. When she caught sight of Alkaid, however, the General broke formation briefly and strode over to the recently corrupted senshi with a purposeful gait.

“Alkaid,” she began, nodding her head in a formal greeting, “I would like you with me when we enter. I want them to see you. I want them to understand.”

Castor, she was certain, would look for her on the battlefield. Perhaps Ares as well. And when they did, Tanzanite wanted them to see that the Negaverse had made good on the promise she made when they'd fought Kaguya. She wanted them to know from the very beginning of the battle that they had but two choices; corruption or death.

Tanzanite took one more glance back at their assembled army. At the men and women who would liberate their beloved planet, once and for all. It was to them that she turned and bowed deeply to all of them, from the newest Lieutenant to the most seasoned of officers. It was a sign of respect usually reserved only for their General-Queens and Kings, or for Beryl herself, but one which felt appropriate at that moment. These people were ready to die for their cause; if that did not deserve her respect, then what on Earth ever would? When at last she spoke, it was in a steady and even voice, a voice thick with conviction, echoed by a deep understanding of what was about to occur.

“When we return from this – and we will return from this - our numbers will be fewer,” she said as she straightened, black eyes skipping from one face to the next, “Look into the eyes of those who stand beside you and know that when you fight today, you do not stand alone. You do not stand divided, bits and pieces of a broken and archaic civilization as they,” Tanzanite flung a finger accusingly towards the window, “would have you do! You do not fight for some long forgotten princess whose face you have never seen. Whose name you have heard only in whispers and stories.”

Tanzanite looked disgusted by the very idea, but she continued on, her voice rising, “Today, you fight not only for the Negaverse. Not only for your Queen, whose face you have seen, whose voice you have heard, whose power has given you a chance to be more than you ever could before.You fight for your very right to live!”

Tanzanite looked at the Lieutenants, at those fresh and unexperienced faces, and smiled in such a way that one might only be able to describe it as... motherly.

“Should you die today, do so proudly. Enter this knowing that should you be cut to the bone by Castor's hail, choked by Ares' smoke, you die a hero of Earth. Your blood will wash away every footprint they have left in Elysion's soil, and from your body a new Earth will rise. Pray, soldiers, that you should be so lucky as to die here and now rather than waste away in the grip of an Earth ruled by that.”

Again, she gazed at the senshi, at the gawking and celebratory crowd who had already considered them defeated, and snorted in disgust. She turned to their General-King and the two General-Queens, and placed her blackened hand over her heart as she bowed once more.

“We go with you without fear, General-Queen, General-King,” she said at last, meeting first Laurelite's and then Marthozite's eyes proudly, “On your orders.”

Scheelite was not without fear. Scheelite, in fact, was pretty much scared shitless. Nothing could have prepared him for this. No amount of time in the Negaverse, no amount of time out on the streets as the runaway he had been lately, not even Charonite's screaming face could have prepared him for this. They had often tossed around the idea of dying for the cause. Hell, several already had and the idea of losing even more friends, allies, or god forbid his teammates...or Zink. The idea they were all running forward into a battle that they all surely WANTED to win and yet the slightest sliver of doubt had already wound it's way into his thoughts. What if they couldn't win? The Senshi were strong. Not to say the Negaverse wasn't but he just...didn't know.

Scheelite knew better however. You couldn't show much fear in the Negaverse and continue to live. So no matter how scared he was, no matter how much it freaked him out to hear that voice again and suddenly the image of stairs met them, he had to be strong.

The blonde that had been missing for so long, mostly just a shadow in the night of the city and entertaining the occasional officer with his company, stood tall and glanced around at those gathered. They could do this. They would do this. They really had no other choice now did they?

"Cmon guys!"
His voice wasn't as commanding as the others who had spoken up, but Scheelite held his own charms. He had, afterall, gathered a huge chunk of them in the snow for fun and games right? Even some who didn't exactly like him.

Despite the fear and uncertainty Scheelite ran on ahead, guitar weapon in hand, proud to be part of the charge to take back what was theirs.

"Stay close..." Zinkenite told Fayalite with a small Nod, even as he winced to see Scheelite charging in like one of the woad-maddened Celts from some of his movie collection.
No... Scheelite had his own way, his own... ideas, now was the time to see them proven, he couldn't try and hold on to those reigns forever, not now especially, they were both Captains.
"Faya... put out the candle in your lantern, we're almost defiantly going to see Gunn there, if you DO see her... see if you can line yourself between castor and Her...fire and ice...see how that goes down. HOWEVER...don't push your luck."
He glanced towards Linarite, his own General, part of him still wanted her approval, but something more wanted to work side by side...she was still good in a fight no mater what it came down to. He had other reasons too though, if it came down to a fight with Castor... he wanted to have her 'back'.


"How far from them are we?" He murmured...
Part of him too though... wondered how those who survived would get back. One thing he was damn well going to do though, was make sure his -team- got out... even if he... well. He would cross that bridge when it came to it.

Alkaid had seen the exact moment that the general's eyes fell on her, she had known when she became a target, and for a moment she almost flinched at a memory that surfaced unbidden. Pain, fear and horror all swelled from the abyss of her mind and one single, clear image of a lieutenant whose face contorted in rage. That lieutenant was now a general with a terrifying new accessory and, it seemed, intentions to speak with her. It was hard not to hold on to feelings that set her body on red alert, but she was no longer a threat to Tanzanite. They were on the same side, weren't they?

"General," she inclined her head from where she still knelt, returning Tanzanite's formality without pause. At least someone else in this massive army finally shared her idea of respect - she thought she was going crazy from all the out-ranking officers asking her to talk on a first name basis.

"I will be at your side," was the instant reply. Tanzanite didn't need to expand on her wishes, Alkaid was certain she understood. She had been there, after all, when she had made the threat so soon after Kaguya's demise. She had not listened and she had paid the price. She would be showing the senshi her own failure as clearly as their own when she walked out at the General's side. And yet, Alkaid knew she was making amends for her treachery where the rest of them still held onto their ridiculous ideas of victory.

She fell into silence when Tanzanite spoke to the gathered soldiers, though her attention was soon swept away as a familiar feeling filled the very core of her being at that same harsh voice rang through the throne room once more. Before she knew it, she had yet again been transplanted somewhere else, a somewhere she only recognized from the visions in the window.

Without a word, she broke rank with the other corrupts and moved across the grounds to stand with Tanzanite. She said nothing as she walked and nothing as she arrived, only took in every possible detail of their surroundings. The first glaring, obvious detail was that.. there were absolutely no senshi here. She furrowed her brows at that, but guessed there must be some reason since she couldn't even fathom that dangerous voice making any kind of mistake.

She simply laced her hands behind her back and looked up at Tanzanite, ready to follow her lead without question.

The return of the voice made Tanzanite's body stiffen, every muscle tensed in anticipation. This was the moment they had been waiting for, the moment they would storm into Elysion and take back the sanctuary for the Negaverse. As the doorway opened into that seemingly infinite green expanse, Tanzanite wasted little time.

“Stay in formation!” she snapped immediately, falling in between Alkaid and her fellow Generals, “Do not break rank for any reason. Their attacks are limited, as Captain Zinkenite said. Provoke them into using them. Exhaust them. Corrupteds, do not forget that you have more than power at your disposal. You have fear. Use it wisely."

She could feel them – there were so many. It was almost daunting to take a moment and close her eyes, feeling for the power signatures that would lead them to the assembled senshi. There was more than one eternal in the crowd, and far more Supers than she cared to count. However, they had General-Queens and a General-King, powers which she did not feel coming from the mass of churning energy that marked the senshi. Exactly how far away they were, she could not tell, but they were there.

She could practically taste Castor's blood.

Tanzanite paused only when she heard the voice, clear as day even without a body present.

“Get out.”

Her lips twisted, a smile shattering her stern expression. That steady voice rose, her words escaping as a harsh, utterly inhuman shout, “NEVER!” She all but screamed the words, unsure if her voice would even carry to the assembled senshi. Her glance back to the soldiers of the Negaverse was a narrow-eyed one, but her smile never faded, “For the glory of the Negaverse! For Earth!”

That black fist raised into the air, followed by a wordless battle cry as she marched forwards.

Towards the senshi.

For years now, Destiny City had been a powder keg simply waiting to go. Now Tanzanite marched forward with a steady pace, confident that they would be the spark.