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Lieutenant Marcasite - Picking a fight with Eurydike

There were so many auras around her that the lieutenant was having a difficult time trying to separate and differentiate. Her brow was creased in concentration as she slid between people, watching as they scattered around her. More had responded to Cinnabar's call than she'd expected and the white-haired woman was a little bit in awe of all of the soldiers she saw present.

If this was only a fraction of what the Negaverse housed, then they were more formidable than she expected.

It took her longer than she would've liked to get to the holding cells, eyes darting back and forth for someone that might need saving when she spotted the tell-tale white of a senshi who was prowling the halls.

"Hey!" She called, determination rippling across her face. There was a prickling in the back of her mind that told her he was above her weight-class, but she'd been getting personal lessons from Xenotime - she was pretty confident that she could hold her own.

"Where do you think you're going kidnapper?" She growled marching right up to him. Better shut him up before the rest of the kidnapper scum came pouring out.

Lieutenant Sylvite- Being rescued by Huntite

Finally, somebody showed up, somebody who looked pretty solid and human and not like a ghost or angel or anything, and he was saying that he was going to get her out. That was good. That was a really good sign. Maybe... and this was a strange thought, after being in here for so long... maybe she was going to actually be okay.

"...not too bad. My wrists are pretty messed up," she said. Her gloves were off, and her hands were bound together and tied to the wall, and there was a bit of dried blood on the ropes from when she'd been struggling, but it was clear from a brief glance that that was the least of her worries. Her hair, usually neatly curled, fell in frizzy tangles past her shoulders. Her uniform was covered in dust. Her face looked unnaturally pale, and when she looked up at him, her eyes didn't seem to properly focus. "I don't feel good... I'm really thirsty. Um..." He was pulling at the bars, which seemed like it would be hard, even for someone with superstrength. "The lock... looks kinda old. Maybe you could break... it?" She had been looking for ways out for a week.

Lieutenant Tourmaline - Making her general proud by rescuing another general!

Whether it was luck or skill, Lieutenant Tourmaline had managed to navigate the halls without resistance after splitting off from her superior officer. The halls were easy enough to follow and it was exciting to be a part of a real life recon mission. Sailor Dia was going to be so jealous when she told her about it -- Probably not, actually, but she would at least entertain herself with that thought.

As she rounded the corner she heard a loud noise, something like a chair being lifted and set down heavily onto the floor. She crept slowly down the hall, peering into the cell containing the man in blue. "Well, not white hair and no goggles, but judging by the chair you're one of us," Tourmaline murmured as she nudged the door open.

"C'mon. Let's get you out of here."

Valhalla frowned guiltily at Celsus’s words. While he had shown the officers the location of the jail, he’d had no intention of turning things into a fight. He wished he’d had the chance to talk to some of the senshi and knights who thought to do this, hoping to get them to agree to let the Negaverse officers go of their own accord, but running into Cinnabar made things a lot more complicated.

“I’m sorry, Celsus…” he said softly, reaching to take a more secure hold of the knight’s wrist so he could sling Celsus’s arm over his shoulders to support his weight better. “I don’t believe they’re the enemy,” he added, glancing sadly towards both Benitoite and Alexandria.

They were all humans, no matter what horrible things they did. Even those who had been corrupted into youma were once human. Valhalla understood that now, and found it strange to fight what he once thought of as only monsters. They might be beyond saving, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have their blood, or dust, on his hands.

“We’ll get you out of here, okay?” he promised, putting his other arm around Celsus’s back so he couldn’t collapse.

Aquamarine didn't bother to wait and see if Azurite was going to follow him or not. He assumed she was, but he had a one-track mind and was focused on finding Jet. As soon as he did, Aquamarine felt a strong sense of relief. Awful as he was sure being captured had been, he didn't know what he would have done if Jet hadn't been there.

Where else was he supposed to look?

Of course, as soon as he got there, Jet had to go and say something ********, don't be gross,” Aquamarine told him. “You haven't brushed your ******** teeth in days.”

Aquamarine paused a moment and shook his head. There were more important matters than Jet not brushing his teeth.

Like Aquamarine not wanting Jet to kiss him at all.

“You better not do anything weird when I get in there,” Aquamarine warned him.

He worked on getting the cell bars open. Surprisingly, it didn't take much work. The place seemed old as ******** and not very well kept. After a few well placed kicks and some finagling with the lock, the bars creaked open on rusted hinges that looked pretty close to falling apart. He assumed the only reason Jet hadn't been able to get out of there was because he was tied up and kept pretty weak.

Aquamarine approached Jet and knelt by him to work on undoing his bindings.

“I don't give a s**t about any ******** useless Prince,” he said, “and I don't give a s**t about any of the others. There's plenty of us here to get them out. I'm not wasting my ******** time on them when you look like s**t.”

Lt. Huntite

"I'm sure we have medical supplies back in the Negaverse or have some agents who either are in the medical field or know of someone so you will be right as rain in no time." Huntite said after she listed what she felt. He was glad it wasn't worse then that, though dehydration was a serious problem and nothing to laugh at. He finished untying her then gave her another once over before holding out his hands. "Let me help you out of here." He was sure the other Lieutenant would be dizzy from the dehydration at the very least so he wasn't about to let her walk around unassisted if he could help it.

General Cinnabar - Rescuing Cerussite, but has a free arm to grab anyone else.

She could hear a voice calling from her and Cinnabar picked up her face, headed for the cell on the end. There was a plaintive note to it that tugged at something in her, but it only fueled her anger at Order for what they had done. This was inexcusable… unforgivable.

Her boots skidded on the bare floor as she grabbed for the bars, rattling them as she peered inside. Yes… there was Cerussite, on the floor, bound with his arms behind him. Her face contorted with building rage, her pupils narrowing to cat-like slits. There was no time to search for a key to the cell and no patience to look anyway… and while teleporting inside might have been faster and possibly easier, there was satisfaction in stepping back and then plowing into the cell door with a roar that should not have come from a human throat.

Pain lanced up her shoulders, but the metal squealed as it bent and she gathered herself to do it again, crashing through the barrier to stumble inside. The general fell on her Lieutenant with a snarl, unable to curb the feral growl that rolled from her throat even to prevent herself from scaring him further. His bindings were far easier to tear through, and when he was free, she grabbed both shoulders in her hands, struggling to ease the snarl off her face.

“Cerussite… are you injured? Did they hurt you?” Cin snorted at the stupidity of that question and released him to fumble in her pockets. She withdrew a starseed from it’s depths, glowing softly blue in her palm, and she pressed it into his hands, pushing them towards his face.

“Eat this. Now.”

Whatever injuries he had, this would help to fix them. She was going to tear this place apart for what they had dared to do… and enjoy their screams as they all died.