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Hyperborea, Transcended Knight of the Cosmos

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Sailor Tsih

One the one hand Tsih was sort of honored to be signaled out by the trio in the previous room. It was a good thing that they had to keep all six of their eyes trained on her a bit. On the other hand, their beam had struck her pretty hard. It not like she was as tough as half the other people in the room. She was already sore from the previous rooms and now she felt like she'd been put in a deep fryer and served up for dinner. Somehow they had all worked together to beat them and they found an opening that she was hoping would be an exit.

Instead it was hologram that was trying to explain its purpose. Why the monument was doing what it was doing to them. It called them special and blah, blah, blah. She found it hard to believe that it had no come across beings like them before.

It was a little reassuring that their numbers were bigger in this room. And they were even offered a spot to heal, though Tsih didn't want to trust it before seeing others use it first. Once they seemed okay and unaffected (aside from actually being healed) she made her way over and stepped onto the large pad. It was hard to explain the sensation completely, but it did do the trick. Once she stepped off she was definitely feeling refreshed. With herself taken care of she took a scan of the room and spotted a very familiar, very friendly face.

"Hype!" She she really did care what this Delta person had to say, she was far more concerned with seeing a family, though tired, looking face. She dashed over to the other girl and flung her arms around her friend.

Youma Koschei

He was not going to be ignored.

Not by Fafnir, the little senshi that his master had picked up, nor would he be ignored by the woman who'd attempted to put him in his place earlier. He was large and while he wasn't in charge he could see when someone shouldn't be.

"The man that thinks he is the most clever in the room underestimates the rest of his company," Koschei said, head cocking as he hopped over, behind Fafnir, whom he'd headbutted again.

To Zircon, he reached one of his wings and let his feathers slide along her head. The male general was spouting things the youma thought to be foolish, as the AI likely wouldn't be turned easily, if at all.

"What of contingency?" He asked, the question directed to Zircon, whom he'd put himself next to, pushing others away from her side just so that he could loom next to her. He was a creature of impressive size and he took up a lot of space.

"The is only one bird and it is I and I cannot be contained." His head tipped back and he laughed in a cawing sort of way. "Why treat things like they are humans when they are not?"

Delta has been shut down, cut off from the group. In its place, the gargantuan computer screen faded to black before an enormous being materialized from its slick, black surface. Its voice was overwhelming, its form larger than anything the group had ever seen. Its form loomed over the fifty-seven gathered in Delta’s room, and had but one thing to say:



This is it - the final battle towards freedom, or the last ditch effort against Containment.











Vessel Security Unit, Omega is attempting to subdue your group and either kill or Contain you!

HP TOTALS:

• Chibi Senshi/Cats (cat form): 40HP (generates numbers 1-8 for combat)
  
• Stage 1 Characters/Cats (human form): 50HP (generates numbers 1-10 for combat)
  
• Stage 2 Characters/PC Youma/Cats (senshi form): 60HP (generates numbers 11-20 for combat)
  
• Stage 3 Characters: 70HP (generates numbers 21-30 for combat)
  
• Stage 4 Characters: 80HP (generates numbers 31-40 for combat)

You may have sustained damage on the way to Omega. If you DID NOT HEAL, KEEP YOUR HP TOTAL. Please keep track of your health totals for this battle!

[The Rules]

Generate your stage’s number bracket as listed above! (for example, Eternal Sailor XYZ generates a random number between 21 and 30 for each post because they are Stage 3!)

• IF YOUR POST IS NOT FILLED IN BY THE TIME I CHECK NUMBERS, IT WILL BE SKIPPED!
  
• You may generate numbers THREE TIMES PER ROUND! If you’re busy and don’t have time to fill in a huge post to go with your numbers, that’s okay! Anything is better than nothing!
  
• Each round is when I’m able to check numbers - 12PM PST and 6PM PST
  
• All bets are off - you can summon your weapon, use your Aspects, use all your magical abilities, etc. Even Knight Summons will work here. Please make it clear what your ability does when using it!
  
• This fight will last or until you are Contained or Omega is defeated.
  

[Special Rules!]

• 4th stage characters may use their royal ability ONCE during this combat. Both Leto and Camelot’s abilities reduce the amount of damage taken by their group by HALF for that round. (this damage reduction is for this event only - I know Leto’s ability is technically
  camouflage, but simplifying how it works makes things easier for the event! ICly, Omega would have a harder time detecting and attacking its intended target anyway.)
  
• Mauvians have unlimited kitty beams!
  
• You can ICly assume you’re using your most powerful attack. You do not have to count the number of times you’re technically able to use your magic.
  
• Characters with healing magic or abilities can opt to heal instead, generating their stage’s number bracket and using it on themselves or a teammate. You can only heal 3 times this combat. Make it count!
  
• If you are reduced to 0 HP, you will be contained!

Corrupted Sailor Fafnir - HP: 47

To his surprise, and infinite relief, a familiar face appeared through the crowd, towing another corrupt along behind her.

“Zircon…” Fafner sighed. This meant he no longer needed to keep an eye on Sweetite, though the young woman still had hold of his hand as Zircon took hers. At first, he was a little confused what was happening… until whatever it was failed.

Ah… teleportation. Shame. It would have been perfect, popping out of here as a group. Since that didn’t work, it looked like they needed another way out. As the others talked amongst themselves, and the bird thing imperiously shoved at him again like an oversized monster dog, Fafnir shoved a bit at the great bulk and cast his eyes around the chamber, fingers buried in feathers.

There had to be a weakness somewhere… something they could use to make their escape. They’d all been brought in. It had to work the other way, or what was the point?

When the flashing and shouting began, Fafnir pulled back from his searching to stare with growing horror as something began to… melt out of the screen Delta had floated in front of. It formed itself into a large, imposing figure, promising to put them down if they didn’t ********…” He whispered. It seemed he’d been right not to trust all of this. He knew it wasn’t over.

“Fafnir’s Breath!” The senshi called before he pursed his lips and blew a stream of sickly smoke.



Monster Damage: 9

Super Sailor Denebola
HP: 55???/60

As Mama Denebola was prone to, she put herself in front of her little family and did her best to fend off Omega.

Sailor Dubhe // 48/50HP

After speaking -- and being answerred -- Dubhe had been content to listen, watching the little AI. t seemed basic, but not wholly so, and while Dubhe was still sad, she didn't fault Deltas. Deltya tried so hard and she understood. What she didn't like was seeing the sudden override, or the fear the little being expressed. That -- was enough to rouse the Senshi of Saharara from her quiet spot to rise and turn on the security unit with a cross expression. The pooir AI vanished and some GIANT ALIEN THING thought she'd lie down to it because it was 'security' after it attacked or whatever it's own? No. HELL no, and the senshi shot to her feet in a flash, fists clenching before she lunged, swinging to strike it viciously. Suyre, she couldn't turn magic on it, but she was also NOT going to let it take her down without ruining it's day.

"Leave that poor AI alone! RIGHT NOW."

General Zircon
HP: 65
Total Group Damage: 99

Zircon resist the visible shiver that ran through her body when the giant youma bird brushed against her hairline, but she did her best to contain the startled look that threatened to bloom on her face. "Our contingency is to stay together, watch each other, survive," she began, all her thoughts put on pause when the AI began to screech and wail. Her hair ruffled and her shoulders tensed, Zircon summoned her weapon, swiveling around to face the remainder of her allies.

"No reckless potshots, let the rest of them die on being careless," she said, trying not to feel ill for the size of the thing that came pooling out of the screen above them. One of its glowing eyes seemed to have Zircon in its sights, just like the other containment unit had before the others put it down. But if it was watching her, then maybe it wasn't watching Sweetite, Sinoite, or Fafnir. They weren't used to pain like she was. Zircon could endure. Everything else she'd ever fought before had been bigger and scarier than she was, right?

"Crash and burn," the general glowered, digging her heels into the ground in front of her team, an invisible line drawn in the sand. She lobbed her boomerang for the creature's spotlight eye, intending to blind if that's how its mechanical anatomy even worked.