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Benitoite

Turnign his head, his forehead had been pressed to the ground with his bladed weapon right in front of him, both hands on the shaft of the weapon, he looked over to Huntite. "They will pay for the losses we suffered. She will make sure of it." He whispered, excitement only just buried under the surface. Yes, their new Queen would see to it and he would do whatever she asked, or ordered, them to do in order to repay the other side for their invasion. His weapon, his person, was hers to wield as she wielded her own scythe. As she spoke he stood with the command. Rising slowly, as his ankle and thus his leg, didn't like the idea just as much as it hadn't liked him getting onto the ground as he had.

Standing, his slate eyes sought out their Queen's own eyes, hoping to catch them and silently let her know he was hers to command. Confidence rolled off him as he stood there weapon in hand for a moment before it vanished with practiced ease, he didn't need to do more than have a moments thought about it vanishing before it was gone.

"She is what we need." He whispered ignoring Katya as the cat leapt up at him and climbed her way up to his shoulders and settled there like a fur scarf of sorts. The soothing feeling of chaos brushing against him, against his starseed, had him relaxing and smiling a sort of soft smile. The darkness was comforting to him, it had been for a long time, and that feeling was nice, that extra little boost of energy appreciated.

Listening to her speak he knew he would be seeing her soon - in private. They had much to discuss, he had things to get off his chest and a request to make of her. But for now he remained silent and when a medal appeared in front of him and Katya he took both of them into his hands. "I'll find a place for yours Katya, somewhere special, when we get home." His own would join the numerous other medals he'd gained over his time serving the Negaverse.

"Keep that Huntite, it will remain when you power down. Find a nice place for it. You will gain more as time goes on." He whispered before moving, pitching forward just a bit, so he could look to Witherite. "The same to you. Though somewhere no one - no one not an officer, will see. It may be hard to otherwise explain." He said, offering up what he could to them both. He had his well hidden so Aiden would never find them. He didn't want to bring his partner into this war and so kept his medals well hidden.

Watching as other people gained separate, special, medals he nodded once. He wasn't at all bothered that he wasn't on the receiving end of such things. He'd been in no position to help their new Queen when she had fallen. He was not in the best shape to have contributed more tonight either. Those who had earned them had done just that - earned them.

As he glanced about his eyes landed on a familiar figure, though he hadn't seen them in a while. Hmmm...perhaps it was time to reconnect? Turning his head toward Katya he whispered a few words to her before nodding in the corrupted senshi's direction. Getting a nod in return, and a nuzzling, he helped her to the ground.

His attention was on Katya's form for a moment before it was again moving around and landed on the pink haired corrupted, Lyssa, and another corrupted senshi. Nodding to the pink haired girl he raised a hand to give a wave in that direction and flashed a smile to Lyssa. Odd as she was, and she really was an odd little thing, she was still interesting and he was sure she knew more than others and perhaps that was the cause for the insanity - maybe not. But there was a genius in there...you just had to get past all the grossness and the insanity....or maybe understand the insanity and cut off the grossness.

Captain Quartz

Quartz was surprised and interested to note that a medal appeared in the air before him. He hadn't been present for the debacle that he'd heard the invasion had been -- his work with his informants sometimes necessitating a temporary lack of radio contact -- and had only really been involved on the back end of it, which was mountains of paperwork. Someone had to document the structural damage to the area, the apparent loss of lives and youma, and update their files accordingly. Someone had to conduct interviews about the opponents they'd faced, cobble together information and cross-check it against their current files . . . it wasn't exciting work, but it was, in the end, what they presumably had an Intelligence branch for. And he was well-accustomed to paperwork by now.

But it probably wasn't what this particular organization deemed medal-worthy. This, he imagined, was some kind of oversight -- medals for everyone, courtesy of their new Oprah overlord. He supposed it made little difference.

Quartz plucked the medal out of the air and, with a cocked eyebrow, he glanced over at Schörl. He held the medal to his bare chest to show a lack of properly placed cloth to pin it to, and said, in a voice low enough for only Schörl and Ceraskia's hearing, "Well, that's unfortunate. I've never liked body art."

Lt. Witherite

Witherite listened as Benitoite spoke about the great youma and the last time they had used one. He frowned slightly at the idea of resurrecting another if it had been done before and they had lost. Weak at the parts where it joined ... he looked up to the pillar where three ingredients lay. "Doesn't seem a good idea to repeat something that maybe be flawed. Magic slingers I'd imagine do learn a thing or two as well, as time passes."

His words weren't meant to make Beni look bad or anything, Wither just didn't see the point. He a little relieved to see that it wasn't a great youma that was to be created, but instead when Laurelite moved to the altar and was reborn a new a the queen of the negaverse. In the moment many started to bow even take to their knees. Even Benitoite took to the knee followed by Huntite, but Wither wasn't so sure what he really should do. He ended up bowing slightly for a moment before just staring.

Queen Laurelite. It was somewhat surreal with all the officers around him, he felt some sort of camaraderie among them. She spoke and told them to stand, that they bowed to no one. He nodded and stood a little taller. After a moment a wave of chaos washed over him and he wasn't tired or hurting. It was something of a feeling of comfort he felt, but also sort of odd. The feeling didn't pass quickly, he looked to Beni, but his attention was turned to Laurelite again after a moment.

The metal that appeared in front of him had him frowning slightly. It was to remember and yet he hadn't earned it. He wasn't even there. Benitoite told him to put it somewhere safe, but he just slipped it into his pocket and looked Laurelite.

Sleet Tempest Snape

Natsuko-neko

Lt. Prasiolite

She felt so out of place in the moment, among the others, something like a outsider. She was, she knew that, but the gathering made it feel more deeply. The figure she recognized of course when moved forward called by Metallia. Laurelite the woman who corrupted her over a year ago.

She watched as the woman her place. Moments later Prasiolite was gapping because the negaverse had a new queen. She almost took a step back and was barely able to avoid it. She stood still watching the woman, she didn't bow or take to her knee instead she just stood watching before looking around at the others in the room. At least she wasn't the only one still standing.

The chaos that washed over her a moment later made her relax slightly, soothing her and making her relax. She felt renewed to a point, like she could go back through the labyrinth again, not that she would want too.

When the medal appeared in front of her she didn't really know what to do with it. She sighed taking it and holding it in her hand for a moment before tucking it into his belt.

General Xenotime

Like everyone else, Xenotime was curious. Curious to see what their hard work had wrought, to see what Metallia had in store for them, and just what the collected items were to be used for. It didn't seem she'd have to wait long. The first revelation came swiftly; Lauralite bright before them broken and bartered from the invasion, remade from the power that had been hiding in the box. Not merely a general-sovereign, but their new queen.

It was odd to the general, as she looked out among the gathered, seeing such a divided response. To her knowledge Lauralite had always been an efficient and fair leader, so surely the mixed reactions couldn't be in opposition to the rise in power. So what then?

Some stood stoically or stubbornly, some knelt, some verbalized their delight, and some...cat called.

Whether or not Xenotime would have knelt with the rest, the opportunity slipped away rom her as she reached out a hand to tangle slim fingers on the dark blue of Typhon's ponytail, almost causally jerking the super off his feet to land however he managed at her own feet. "Hush," she purred quietly, threateningly, never taking her eyes off their new queen.

Maybe a muzzle. Or a ball gag...

Thoughts to dwell on later. Lauralite was speaking again, and as a small hand came up the general felt the rush of chaos bolstering and sweet, as it found the damage at her chest and soothed it, repairing torn skin, and left in an energizing rush.

Moments later there were medals, and with her free hand she reached out to accept her's, smiling proudly.

Ochre, Super Senshi

Ochre remained silent for most of the meeting. He ached from the forays into the labyrinth, certainly, for all the traps set and explorations required of him. He hung back for the majority of it, knowing full well that he lacked the finesse to disarm or dodge anything coming his way, yet it felt like that plan did him no favors. Scratched up, bruised, and disheveled, he hardly looked the part of proud Negaverse senshi as he awaited Metallia's declarations about their missions.

As he witnessed, a handful of senshi and officers approached to deposit their respective claims for this ritual. He wondered, then, about Laurelite and how she might've been doing. He considered asking after her, but the foreboding and impressive presence of Metallia commanded silence unless spoken to. His jaw felt nigh wired shut in a respect that felt almost unnatural to him. He didn't question it, however; he learned over time that doing so entailed pain and undue suffering. The procession resumed with only sparse words while the victors of the fetch missions laid their spoils for Metallia's perusal. And with the completion of it, he and all the other present agents witnessed Laurelite's sudden summon to the spot. It was only then that he gasped.

Laurelite, for what little time he knew her, looked unduly plagued with burns and well-earned battle scars. She looked a husk of the demure woman she appeared as on the few times he met her. She looked mutilated in how her skin rippled and sagged with all of its trauma, and some of her hair charred away by the dragon's breath. Yet still, even here, she tried to put forth that visage. Ochre wasn't certain how he felt about it, but he knew pity was certainly in the mix. The rest felt like a revolting mix of aversion, fascination, and basic fear. Sympathy worked to enact ghost pains over his body, as if his own wounds weren’t enough. Ochre shuddered from the back of the crowd.

He continued to look on as the smoky pillar sprung forth, and Laurelite stepped inside. It looked like a tornado of chaos energy, almost, and while he couldn’t feel anything from his distance, he wondered what Laurelite felt when she stepped into it. Did it crackle across her skin? Could she feel anything at all? Was it exhilarating? The questions lingered and died on his frozen tongue while he watched, and an unprecedented change sprung forth from its roiling confines.

The smoke burst, and when it cleared, he gasped involuntarily. Soon he knew chaos in his body, a clawing and intrusive sensation, but one he accepted nonetheless. He knew it well by now, and found its presence an acquired taste that he hadn’t fully accepted. He did not begrudge the gift. By the time he straightened, two medals hung in the air before him as honor prizes for his actions. He accepted both, the mint rose and the four-pointed star, with as much reverence as he could muster.

Finally his actions were starting to find reward. Finally, in this moment, his efforts ceased being atonement for past sins. Finally, he felt equal to his peers in the Negaverse.

It was a feeling he never knew he’d find.

Laurelite's gaze slid to Victoria and she seemed a bit amused. "In due time, yes. But it would be foolish to rush things now. Many of you are wounded, or lost, and our resources have been incredibly depleted. Right now, our primary goal should be to collect energy and starseeds. The Invasion cleared one of our largest caches, and while we have resources remaining, they are incredibly limited. I don't want to think about the damage it would cause if we sustained another blow like that. So. We are going to work our hardest to ensure that we don't."

Laurelite seemed slightly irritated, but she hid it well, drew in a dreamy sigh and smiled.

"So I used my time in recovery to do some research, and we've pulled some of the best in for help. You'll forgive me, please, for drawing in outside assistance. Their track records, though…are impressive, and we need what skills they have attained. They've only just arrived, this past hour. Please, though."

She gestured towards a shadow in the room, and the darkness seemed to lift.

Metallia's Chaotic energy had drowned their presence, but it was hard to deny it now when the attention was on them.

Before the group, two General Kings, and a General Queen.




The first to step forward was the largest General King, clad in fur and trimmed in the deep purple that most associated with the rift. “Hello to you all. My name is General Lepidolite. I am very pleased to meet each and every one of you. I will be taking over the Infiltration Branch during my time here. I have served in Infiltration for nearly all of my tenure with the Negaverse, and my latest position was in Chicago. Prior to that I served in Nevada, Maine, Maryland and the great and wonderful Minnesota where my journey began.”

The black haired General King glanced behind him for a moment at his orange haired comrade before continuing on. “I have several ideas on how to boost our numbers, one of which is a school that will be opening shortly. I will be the commandant, and it is going to be great.” He paused for effect, looking around the chamber. “If there are those of you who are interested in teaching, please come and let me know. I need eyes in the school, and I would prefer that most, if not all of my staff and faculty belong to our great organization. I will be holding a meeting for all Infiltration members on Tuesday the Seventeenth at five pm, if you have interest in joining my school’s payroll, please let me know by then. We will be looking for new agents in this school, and it will have a very rigorous training program so that those we do choose have more training than those civilians we would just scoop up off the street.”

Lepidolite paused, running a hand over the handle of his hammer, glancing at the large weapon for a moment before looking up. “I will tell all of you this now, but I come from a time where corruptions were very carefully thought out. There was no, this person looks cool, let’s make them my lieutenant to fill my quotas for me. In the information I was given on this branch, there is a lot of people leaving. People purifying. I do not like that one bit. This will be fixed, and Generals, it has to start with you. You must think carefully before you corrupt. Please start focusing on quality, not quantity. Numbers are great, but if we only have one or two loyal members for every dozen that you corrupt, well. That is not acceptable.”

The General King flashed a smile. “But, enough about me and my beliefs. If you wish to hear more about what I think, feel free to visit. My door is open to all of you, no matter what the issue is.” He gave a nod of his head before stepping back and looking at his fellow General Sovereigns, feeling that he had taken more than enough of the group’s time.

The second to take the spotlight was an average sized man who seemed of smaller demeanor than his rank commanded. He had brilliant copper hair that fell in pretty ringlets around his face and was tied in a loose ponytail. His outfit was less glamorous, but more practical than either of the General Sovereigns at his side. He did not look particularly imposing, but it likely had something to do with his expression.

He was not happy to be here. Dark circles fell beneath his eyes and he was pale. He seemed fatigued but stood proudly, despite his blank expression.

He stepped forward to introduce himself in a strong voice that betrayed his demeanor. "General King Axinite". His accent was faint: something he had picked up while travelling rather than an inherited quirk. He paused and swallowed, as though it were hard for him to speak. He had to force himself to stand tall again and barely managed to renew his voice enough to continue. "I specialize in Intelligence. I've severed in five states—Minnesota, Maryland, California, North Carolina, and most recently Washington. We've had success in eradicating all senshi radicals. I welcome discussion and encourage communication."

He took a few seconds to catch his breath and steady himself; public speaking did not seem to be his forte, and though he had done a decent job so far, he seemed to be shifting more than before. He seemed to deliberately avoid looking at anyone for too long. "I will make you stronger. Together, we can make a difference, but unity and camaraderie is required. It takes a full team to succeed. I will be hosting a meeting for all Information Officers Monday, the sixteenth, at seven thirty, prompt. If you cannot attend, I require an immediate notification and we will arrange a private session, but I hope this warning is enough to plan around that schedule. I will require frequent and mandatory updates on status. You will not fall behind, you will not be forgotten, and you will not be alone under my command. Thank you."

With that, he folded his arms behind him and stepped back, eager to hand the spotlight to someone else.

The final agent took a step forward. She was a head shorter than Lepidolite, and quite a few inches shorter than Axinite, though she had a presence that was quite fierce. “Greetings. I am General Queen Hessonite and I will be taking over the Special Ops agents of this branch. You can hold your applause, though I wouldn’t mind it in the slightest.” Her crimson eyes scanned the crowd, and she seemed to be almost trying to make her own internal list of just who was in the Special Operations group of this branch based on how they looked. “I have been a part of the glorious Negaverse for as long as I can remember.” She allowed a small laugh, and smirked at some memory, one that she didn’t bother sharing with the gathered agents.

“Now, I really don’t see any reason to have to get you to like me, honestly I could care less if you like me, but you will respect me, there is no wiggle room on that front. I have a very firm expectation of how a Special Operations Division is to be run, and if I find that any of you do not meet my expectations, I will require you to transfer branches immediately. I too will be hosting a meeting on the sixteenth at eight. If you are not there on time…I will require you to transfer out of my branch. I will not take any dilly dallying, and I do not like it when my agents have their own agendas without first consulting me.”

Hessonite made a face, almost as though trying to remember what it was she was going to say and shrugged. “I do look forward to meeting those of you who think of yourselves as capable of being in Special Operations, and those of you who do not, I would be more than happy to train with you or aid you in any way. We can always use more capable soldiers, and I am the General Queen of capable.” Her eyes scanned the room once more, and a smile crossed her face, before she took a step backwards, standing beside Lepidolite and Axinite once again.

Laurelite's eyes drifted from the three to the crowd; the shadow that crossed her face, albeit however brief, indicated that she might not have been so happy to have to call in aid from an outside source, but she smiled all the same.

"I suppose you all understand that things will be changing. We'll give these fine General Kings, and Queen, a nice welcome, won't we? They'll need some time to settle in, of course, but I hope you'll all treat them with the respect they've earned. And make a note to learn from them, please. They are here to help us, and they have all been extremely successful in eradicating their own pests back home. Of course," she shrugged. "Destiny City is by far the most heavily populated location for the Senshi and Knights, so we'll have to see if they can keep up here, where there's a real threat."

She smiled a little sweeter.

"But we've kept you all up late enough, haven't we? If you have questions, you may ask them now. Otherwise, you are free to leave. We'll send out announcements on the Communicator Crystals, so please keep those handy."

Lieutenant Angelite

The inauguration before them was nothing short of indescribable. It was certainly not a ceremony one would catch a glimpse of from CNN or BBC. Then again, society might not take kindly to a magical, Chaotic government intent on taking over the world, unbeknownst to everyone else on the planet. The Queen was presented and she'd fallen on one knee like the obedient servant she'd assumed she would be, but it didn't go unnoticed that her General had not. Instead, Obsidian seemed to sour at the idea of having yet another powerful being pronounced ruler - or given a higher title, at the very least. Laurelite had already been in charge, so now she was... even more in charge, Angelite supposed?

Medals were awarded, Angelite gladly plucking hers from the empty space that held it - purple and silver, soon clutched within her dark glove. While she was not one of the chosen to bring forth the sacred objects, she had assisted in their recovery and she would remain satisfied with her participation. After all, what could really be expected of a lowly newcomer at this stage in the game? She'd be grateful for participating and for surviving, simple as that.

The entrance of the new trio was surprising, her eyes widening for a moment before returning to their normal state. This had been unexpected, especially considering the history of General Sovereigns she'd been briefly told about. Hadn't all of the visiting General Queens and Kings met with an untimely fate, save for present company? So they would try this method - again?

"We must be some rather naughty children," Her voice was low and quiet but audible enough for those directly next to her to catch it, should they be listening. The tone remained flat, but the words were clearly mocking. "To have visitors flown in to take charge over us, as opposed to pulling our strength from within. Naughty, naughty incompetent children."

She wasn't sure, but the Lieutenant thought she overheard her General snort. This alone was enough to bring a smirk to her lips as nimble fingers did their best to pin the new medal to her uniform. Her fingers struggled, the ache of the muscles and bones from their earlier adventuring quickly catching up to her. Overnight shifts in the hospital were one thing - running around attempting to retrieve mysterious objects for a faceless entity was something entirely different.

Clearly times were changing in the Negaverse and it would be interesting enough to see if those changes would take any effect or if history would be doomed to repeat itself. The countries she knew prior to joining the Negaverse seemed to be finding themselves in the error of their ways - would a magical government be any different?

Either way, she really wanted nothing more than to go home and relax in a nice, soothing bubble bath. Spelunking in a cave and then being forced to run from a fall-in while wearing heels did not agree with her muscles.