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The meeting had been in the starting throes when Liryn finally managed to slip into the canteen, padding into the canteen in his cat form and winding his way amongst feet in an attempt to find a spot where he could both see as well as hear the goings on. He hadn't really been successful in the former - even though he wasn't even near being the last to turn up, there were already several people there and the canteen was quickly filling up as more and more people slipped in and found spaces - he had however managed to snag himself a spot on an empty chair that at least afforded him a glimpse of more than the feet that had been in sight range from the floor.

He had listened in to the different conversations in uncharacteristic silence, whilst doing his best to aura block, however his mind wasn't on the discussions - no it was on the fact that his former team was here, was in the same place in practically forever and ever.

There was Ida, in Princess form as she had been in the meeting she had held not that long prior and Tsui - who he'd recognise anywhere despite the fact the years did not seem to have kind, although the years hadn't been kind to any of them - not since the Negaverse took over.

And then there was Athene, to complete the founding three, three members out of four of the team that he had failed.

There was talk of fleeing and talk of standing and fighting but Liryn didn't contribute - after all his choice had long been already made. He would fight and would do so as hard as possible and whilst he couldn't promise that he'd kill he would put his best paw forward in the fight that he knew was to come.

Not today, and maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even a week from now - but it would definitely come - Liryn was sure of it.

It was a mauvian's duty to protect and it was one that he had always taken very seriously.

He had failed the PSSG, which had broken and fallen apart, had failed Athene. He wouldn't fail a third time.

If this was to end up his last stand then so be it - when the fight came Liryn would be ready.

When Camelot spoke, Scylla examined him critically before giving a small nod and a quirk of the lips in his direction. As a Knight of Earth, he truly belonged here more than any of them. As such it was both right and responsibility to help band these ragtag defenders. And as he was a higher-ranking party here, it would allow for firm leadership who people may respect- by rank alone. And his head seemed to be calm. He was older, but that seemed to be the case of several of the Knights she was noticing- not that it was a problem.

Scylla laughed at Shalott, not maliciously, but wryly. "You're right. Everyone is allowed to make their own decisions." Shalott was winning the vote for team mom, and Scylla idly wondered if she gave out hugs too, because Scylla had never been this terrified in her life, even when she had been about to die. Battle was one thing, when life and death wasn't a choice anymore, but a reality. This was sitting here, determining to fight for something, and having people you trusted tell you that you were wrong. But Jada was used to being wrong, and used to being selfish, and so she sucked in a deep breath and tilted her chin. "Lead by example. Alright then." She stepped over to the slowly growing group of people willing to fight.

When Andromache had died, all those centuries before, she had gone into battle knowing she was with child, knowing she was weakened, and knowing that without her, no one on her planet stood a chance. She had fought for her children, and the women she loved, and the men she loved; She had fought for her son (Solon, prancing through the snow, laughing at her as she sat bundled up in furs), sent far away from her world for his own protection. She had fought because there was no place to run, and no one had come to help her. She had died alone, gasping, surrounded by enemies, all her friends far away. When she died, her only thoughts had been of the loved ones she had failed.

Watching Pollux send his children away with Castor was a bitter reminder of her many failures. She didn't want to fail again. She might not have children of her own, however much she would have given up for them, but she still had her siblings- Lucas, Zora, Aidan, Giulia. Her father was another failure to add to the list- a galvanizing loss. Just like Castor's final curse. "You can't change anything if you don't try. I have to try." In the world that would be coming, left unchecked, Jada Chamberlyn would be gone. A pretty face, good career, and money in the bank wouldn't save her from a hand in the chest, flooding her with corruption- or ripping out her starseed and crushing it, ending Scylla forever.

She tilted her chin up. The time for self-pity was over. Her decision was in stone. She could be a group leader, she could follow, she could work alone- it didn't matter, so long as she wasn't hiding anymore. "I could lead a small team, but I am sure others would be more comfortable led by more familiar faces. I'm also not afraid to work with any Negaverse sympathizers, if that's the path taken. My civilian identity hasn't been compromised, and could be very beneficial. Put me where you think I could make the biggest difference in this fight." The words were directed to Camelot, but could carry over to any others stepping up to the plate as well.

Alexandria had, surprisingly, shown up. What wasn't surprising was the fact he wasn't really hearing anything. It was going in one ear and out the other. He was so tired of this damn war it wasn't even funny anymore. He'd seen Chris and Paris. That was all he needed. Fingers twitched as he tried to pay attention. This was important right?



Fang shifted awkwardly when Lyonesse spoke, instantly looking down to avoid eye contact with anyone. He would have pulled his hand from the Earth Knight if he hadn't been holding it so tight. He didn't like talking (ha) about any of this. He didn't like hearing about any of this, but he knew it was unavoidable.

Tomlin lurked beneath a canteen chair, listening to the ebb and flow of the discussion as he concentrated on holding up his edge of the dampening field over the gathering. It was too important now for that field to tear. It had happened before, and it still tore his heart with it.

Familiar voices cut through his focus, and raised ones. He wished he was the kind of cat who could help with something like this, build them some kind of device to make their work easier. A purification amplifier? A portable aura dampener? A good-luck charm? Tomlin didn’t have the skills to build a reliable toaster, let alone something complicated enough to swing the tide of battle for them. So he listened, and tried to keep them hidden.

"And how do you propose we seek Metallia? Shall we just charge them and demand they take us to their leader? How do you know that the second she senses us moving she will not shield herself? The mayor is but a figurehead and mouth piece. If he is removed, he would just as easily be replaced. It is less a matter of how we fight, but how do we get to our main target?"

Pollux addressed those gathered, eyes moving to Scylla before forcing himself to look away.

It was too easy.

All they'd needed to do was wait.

And now that they'd been patient?

It was time.

What once only a few knew, in the past few hours, every agent of the Negaverse now knew, from the oldest to the newest, the weakest to the strongest—everyone had their target:

The Resistance.

At first, nothing seemed out of place. It was just a meeting between friends, allies. All Order, planning what they could to save themselves and the ones they loved. What they could do to stop the Chaos from growing. What they could do to survive.

But something changed, between one second and the next.

At first, there was only the sudden sensation of dread, followed immediately by a sweeping surge of Chaos—from every side.

The higher-ups of the Negaverse must have been planning this for some time; the sheer power it must have taken to teleport all of those officers to the surrounding edges of the Resistance Camps simultaneously must have taken out a good chunk of the General Kings and Queens Metallia ciphoned her energy through. But better to use a few pawns as conduits for her energy than take a bit of energy from each and every officer.

No, she needed them at their absolute best.

And there, in droves, they stood.

And then, they charged.

The Negaverse has launched an attack on the Resistance's headquarters! From this point on, anyone can play! If you have a Negaverse agent, your orders were to raid the Resistance—capture, kill, do whatever you must, but just make sure you leave a trail of destruction in your path! Dark Mirror Senshi, you can assume to have been invited by anyone you side with! If you want to make a stand, now would be a good time to start!

General Painite was all too happy to follow this order. While she liked to do her own thing, there were the rare moments where her instincts still fell in line with the Negaverse and their leaders. Usually, it came down to blood, and how much of it was being drawn. Being told to attack this pathetic little stronghold was like an early Christmas gift. All the people she hated, gathered into one place, just ripe to be picked off one by one.

She could not think of anything more wonderful.

She wasted no time. She charged in head first, spear in hand, a grin on her face. The anticipation she felt was other worldly, and she could not remember a time when she was so giddy. Honestly happy. Maybe, if she stopped to think about it, it would mean something. That her delight at something so cruel and vicious was important somehow. But this was who she was. She had always wanted to be the villain, and now, with Chaos fueling her, with their tide rising up, threatening to crush the White Moon once and for all, she felt only joy.

Whatever happened today, she would have no guilt.

"Knock knock, Order! Come out to play!"

Behind her, General Merlinite followed, though he was not sure what sort of a role he was going to play in this fight. Everything had gotten so confused and turned upside down for him, but he was doing his best to be loyal and to enjoy his job like he used to. Maybe this fight would be what solidified his allegiance. He could only hope so, anyway, because it kind of sucked not knowing who he was any more.

(Anyone can feel free to interact with Painite! She's ready for some serious fights and to do some damage. Of course, that means she's ready to take some damage, as well! Merlinite too =] )

Camelot turned when he felt the sudden burst of Negaverse energy, his heart sinking. Never had he felt such a surge, such a sudden explosion of raw Chaos. Whatever they had been talking about was meaningless now.

They were here.

"We have to make our stand now! They've come for us! Protect each other!"

He called his massive shield to his hands, holding it up and ready as he moved to stand forward, though there was not much of a line to be drawn. The Negaverse was everywhere, all around them. There was no time to formulate a defense against an assault of this magnitude, that came from all sides.

(Feel free to fight with or against Camelot, too! I'm open to anything!)

"Sheeit!" Faust called immediately, fur expanding to almost impossible proportions as the Mauvian instinctively swelled up with alarm. With eyes the size of dinner plates, he hunkered against Quenton's form to stare out toward the night. With ample night vision afforded by his feline traits, Faust spotted an unnerving number of soldiers approaching from the surrounding area.

"Quenton! Bust yo' a**, man! Everyone, get in yo' damn costumes and kick some a**!" Unfortunately, the pissing contest that was their last attempt at a game plan offered no legitimate fight scheme, so he settled into his familiars for the attempt to survive.

"Okay, I can act as a decoy like we used to do on Shadow missions. No one can catch a goddamn cat, anyway. I'll jus' piss 'em off, lure 'em around the corner, and you gas 'em out with flowers, yeah? An' if you got a better plan in that head o' yours, lemme know like yesterday!"




Stara laughed. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed, one hand seemingly frozen to her face while her body convulsedi n the effort to slap her knees or straighten up. She hadn't decided which.

Really, she didn't need to.

Leaning on the nearest agent, Stara scrambled desperately to recover from her mirth. "It's like a perfect mouse trap! I can't believe it! The White Moon is the perfect disproval to all of Skinner's behavioral designs! Look at them, still bickering after all these years! Oh..." She sighed, resting the back of her wrist against her forehead in further lean against an increasingly disgruntled agent. Without warning, she sprung off of her former backrest almost immediately, drawing her pair of daggers high overhead in a silent declaration of sheer excitement while she drew out toward the unfolding battlefield.

If her clever luck held, she might just find someone worth capturing.