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Super Sailor Cybele

Ganymede's presence beside her was at least somewhat comforting, even if there was something of a mental disconnect, seeing her in that white dress without the matching blinding burst of aura. Valhalla was with her and seemed to have come with a bit of optimism, which must have been nice for him, but it did little to settle Cybele's nerves.

Then the aliens began to speak, and Cybele did, in fact, forget to breathe for a moment there. She bit down hard on her cheeks and started going red in the face from lack of oxygen. She glared daggers at Lyndin.

Then she said, voice dangerously cold, "You're going to send out summons to the entire Negaverse?" She did breathe then, trying to keep from going over the edge, but she still found her lip curling as she added, "They're fast. They teleport. If you don't think at least half of them will show up before you can get your blast off, you're wrong."

Quieter, just to those around her, she added, "And then maybe they'll purify. Lovely. If it works, they'll all be watching us while they're in excruciating pain from having the Chaos ripped out of their soul. They'll love us afterwards, I'm sure."

Her own purification had been difficult, and she'd been prepared for it. Of course she'd known that the aliens were attempting to cut off everyone's connections with Metallia forcefully, but she'd thought that they would be a bit more subtle about it and not try it in the middle of what was almost certainly going to turn into a true battle, where angry purified knights could continue bashing them, afterwards.

At this point, there wasn't much Cybele could do except to sigh and shake her head in Ganymede's direction.

Transcended Knight Delphi.


For them to have reached her, when she didn't give out her contact information, assured her that they'd contacted everyone., So it was no surprise that when she turned up Hyperborea was there already. She had also gotten a message from her fellow knight as well, no surprise there either, Hyperborea was a big supporter of this and Delphi knew it.

If they could do this - if they could end this war. She could focus on her own wonder and perhaps try and help Polaris as a whole, even without her princess around. She needed to work on it and fix things.

Approaching the Cosmos knight she summoned her own staff and held tight to it, she might just need it. "Do you really think this could be the end of it?" The end of the war and the fighting. Could they all focus on other things soon. Looking towards Caer Sidi the transcended knight nodded her head once. "If this ends you won't have to see or do as much as some of us here. It'll be good for us all." But she still felt uneasy about this all, she was a bit of a pessimist when it came to this sort of thing.

It was as Caedus spoke, mentioned summoning Negaverse agents here, that Delphi felt the hold on her staff tighten and her eyes narrow. She did not like this idea - not one bit. "This won't end well. They can summon....and teleport." It was looking for trouble and she was, personally, not looking for that sort of trouble. She wanted to remove them, all of them, by any means nessacery but she was not looking for the slaughter which could occur if they were brought into this gathering. "Hyperborea, I don't like this. We keep an eye on things and move if we need to." She whispered for the Cosmos knight to hear, and only her. "If it gets bad we need to survive so we can fight another day." If need be of course, she hoped it wouldn't go bad. Around her she noted others complaining about this idea, as they should.

Chibi Sailor Hokkaido

Being Hokkaido was suffering on all days ending in 'y', which meant, she suffered every day. At the youthful age of only nine years old, she was essentially convinced this was her lot in life, to suffer in misfortune and bad luck for the rest of her life. Given that she was perpetually convinced that some giant monster was going to eat her any day now, Hokkaido felt that 'the rest of her life' probably amounted to 'one or two more years, tops'. The Chibi Senshi of Baku was ultimately doomed, in other words...

Hokkaido and Aomori had been kept up to date on the events going on with the Valencian Vanguard by Lepus, which had already landed the twins in trouble once, when Aomori went to check out the rumors of alien abductions. Suffice to say, Hokkaido wanted to steer far and clear from any otherworldly visitors, who might see to make a snack out of a certain chibi.... Unfortunately, she had gotten separated from her twin again, and again, Lepus had grabbed the wrong twin, mistaking her for Aomori once more. Was this because Aomori had started growing her hair out? Perhaps Hokkaido should get hers cut... though since the same thing had happened last year, which led to her meeting Lepus for the first time, probably not.

There were multiple chibi auras here, but none seemed to belong to her twin. The amount of people gathered was enough to make her nervous, especially when one of the aliens started talking about comets and blasting things up, and the Dark Kingdom, terms Hokkaido hadn't quite gotten the grasp of understanding of yet. She didn't sign up for any of this!! She just wanted to find her twin, go home, and get back to playing the new Animal Crossing DLC! But Lepus had dragged her all the way out here, and now it seemed like a fight was going to start soon...

Hokkaido looked around, and decided to nervously approach one of the gathered chibis. Maybe she could get some help finding Aomori...

"U-Um, excuse me...!"

Naeria

Naeria stayed quiet as she listened to their leaders speak. If they had to fend off some of these dark, terrible agents for a time, she would do her part in it, and then all would be well. Their mission would be complete, and perhaps the humans that seemed so suspicious of them now would finally be able to see that they meant no harm, only to do what they could for this precious world.

Although she was not quite sure how to react to their comments in the meantime, so she took a few steps back behind the other cadets and waited there for these others to arrive and for the device to be activated.

Princess Ganymede

Ganymede stood close to Valhalla, nearly touching, grumbling under her breath that she could breathe just fine, thank you very much.

She had a meager smile for both Scylla and Kerberos, one who was familiar to her and one who was not. Aside from a hastily offered, “Ganymede,” as introduction to the latter, there was little time for conversation.

That was fine. She’d rather get down to business. The faster they got on with it, the sooner her anxiety would either ease or prove justified.

The plan itself was straightforward enough, as she’d known it to be all along. Still, straightforward did not guarantee success, and the continued assurances that Lyndin had never failed a mission achieved the opposite of what was likely intended. Rather than offering reassurance, it roused a growing sense of dread.

His perfect record couldn’t last. Lyndin was bound to fail at some point.

Please don’t let it be tonight, Ganymede thought.

Beside her, Cybele was notably exasperated. Ganymede couldn’t say she blamed her; she didn’t like what she was hearing either, but she put a comforting hand to Cybele’s shoulder all the time.

“You’ve been tracking their communication enough to replicate it?” she said to both Lyndin and Caedus, though she eyed Lyndin more — even though it was Caedus who spoke, Caedus who seemed to be taking the lead, at least for now, just as she’d advised him to. “You didn’t mention that before. We could have helped. There are some here more familiar with it than you are.”

Empyrean, Page of Jupiter

Emyprean showed his wife a look of amused exasperation, shaking his head as he chuckled lowly, so quiet she might not have heard it beneath the rest of the muttering and talking around them.

When Caedus spoke, Emyprean listened.

He didn’t know what to make of either Caedus or Lyndin, having so little experience with either of them. Caedus seemed kind and trustworthy, and Lyndin gave the impression of competent leadership. Empyrean would not know if that was accurate until he saw Lyndin in action, but his grim bearing in the face of what was to come was reassuring to a man like Empyrean.

A leader should be sober and composed at a time like this. One who was not did not understand what was at stake.

Lyndin understood. Of that Empyrean was sure.

“Stay close to me,” he whispered to his wife.

If there would be Negaverse officers called here, it would be wise to remain on their guard, even if they had the means to subdue them.

Nessaela

Nessaela was afraid to breathe. She took in Commodore Lyndin's pose as he spoke of the plan that they would use to lure some of their enemies to them. She didn't know if she liked this plan now. Had it just involved firing energy from the comet into the Negaverse she would have been fine with the idea. But knowing that they deliberately needed to summon a few enemies to them in order to calibrate the machine properly meant risks. Her gaze turned to the senshi (Cybele) that spoke up against the idea.

Even though Nessaela wished for the plan to succeed - she couldn't help but inwardly agree with this outspoken senshi. It seemed as if she made really good points. It almost sounded like she knew what she could expect to happen if a few of their enemies were summoned and found something that they didn't like.

And what happened if something stronger than the force of the assembled Vanguard & their allies came along for the ride? What would happen then? Was it too late to find a place to hide?

A wave of uncertainty washed over the cadet as she stood contemplating the new "what if" scenarios. The sensation of dread wove its syrupy flows around her mind before she visibly paled. Surely the Commodore's plan would succeed. But what if it didn't - what if something went wrong?

Her fingers grasped the hilt of her dagger tightly as she withdrew the weapon. She had no real use for the dagger at this exact moment but would that change? Would Velencian blood be spilled on this hilltop tonight?