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 Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:03 am
General Painite watched and listened, until something finally piqued her interest.
Energy collection? Now that she could do. Large scale? Excellent, she had been working on more and more plans for that. She grinned broadly, wondering if her lieutenants would follow her in that charge, or if they would prefer the other options to the fairly benign sounding job of... doing their normal job, just up a few notches.
Quite a few notches, if Painite had anything to do with it.
"Well, if no one has any plans for a little while, I could certainly use the help. My priority is energy collection." She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, just putting the idea out there. "We can develop an effective plan for high volume energy collection, and put those senshi against the wall trying to keep up with us and deal with their other little problems."
The ideas flashing through her mind made her grin in anticipation.
Though she was very interested in this Great Youma, in space travel, in everything that was going on quite suddenly, she couldn't draw her focus away from what really was one of her favorite parts of the job, and one of the things she felt she was truly good at. It might not have been the most glorious of efforts, but it was more than important.
She would need help, of course, and she would offer her services in the hunt for the Great Youma or in senshi recon, as needed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:59 pm
Watching the senshi come rise up from the mirror, similar to a ghost gliding down a hallway, he remained silent. Being a Lieutenant, and not as in the know as others, he felt it best to listen and hear everyone out. He watched silently as a General and others went to leave, and he saw how that was handled, as well as the pink senshi getting spoken to by their General Queen.
Nothing escaped his slate eyes, nor his ears, as he finally decided to once again speak. Again his voice rose, in a whisper, directed at General Painite. "If it doesn't bother you too much I believe I would like to go to space." For no other reason than to see space, to see the stars up close without city lights ruining the splendor of the stars. "If we are able to communicate, from here to there, I would be happy to speak with you about plans." So that he could assist his General even whilst so far away. Though there may be no down time in which to plan, but he could hope and assume some time might be free so he could discuss things with Painite.
He knew that while he wanted to go to space for the sights it would not be about that. He'd be expected to fight, to do other things. He knew that but it was nothing he wasn't willing to do, especially if only for a moment he could see space and enjoy the view. Maybe when he came back he'd paint what he'd seen, something to hang above his bed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 11:32 pm
As much as Ares appearance halt his heartbeat, made him step back and wish for cover, to grip his weapon even tighter than before yet shake with the feeling that made his legs weak but his heart jump-start and race, as much as she created true fear in him - there was also hate. The teenager was seething, gritting his teeth in just seeing Ares walk into the Rift as if she was a guest over for afternoon tea. She held no remorse, no pained expression, showed no bow or pleading for forgiveness. She came in with the same cocky confidence in which she had entered his cell those months ago, as if she owned the place and feared nothing despite being in the heart of the Negaverse, and introduced herself. She glanced about and seemed perky for this meeting even, and spoke with no wavering feelings or emotions to speak of, but that same confident air that everything was going well for her. She wasn't traumatized. Wasn't even feeling a mild case of speaker's anxiety. No. She came here as if she saw no threat and no remorse.
She spoke of their purpose, and while it made a degree of sense, her presentation rubbed him the wrong way. Her very exitance were like nailed to a chalkboard for him, and his arms shook with the desire to fight here now. He had looked for the BMC. Searched for them when he was well enough to get up and walk again, and wanted their blood. Their lives were the Negaverse and their blood was owed to them. Everyone knew that if spotted, to seek help in order that everyone able to stomp them into the ground, tear them to bits, and steal teeth as souvenirs.
And then she spoke of the fact that she knew she wasn't going to be forgiven, but that duty came first. Wolframite knew that much. He knew that they had a mission, but he also had to protect his family. To prevent monsters like the BMC - or whatever they were calling themselves now - from killing anyone again. He also had a duty to those that had tied, to those that were tortured, to those that were scarred, to return that damage with interest. To ignore that was impossible. Her lies about being reformed, about disregarding those injustices of the past in wake of Ares and her group's new perspective was not convincing in the least.
If they were here, they were only tools. Dangerous tools to be used only for succeeding in doing their mission. They were not the Negaverse. They would never be the Negaverse. Even Corrupted senshi were far above them on the totem pole. Wolframite would rather walk up to Castor and offer to be his sidekick than to skip with Ares through the Rift as if they were the best of buddies.
When Hematite spoke, Wolframite felt himself agreeing. He was right, and the dirt was not convincing. They BMC were known for trickery and traps, and when Ares took the general and shoved him into the mirror, Wolframite was ready to destroy them all and demand the officer back, thinking that they had shown their true colors prematurely. When the officer returned, Wolframite was still on edge, and felt ready to thrown up then and there from nerves alone. This was putting a strain on him beyond measure.
It was Tanzanite he did listen to, and turning, he listened as she looked at them all, and then in her voice, express angry and pain. Wolframite was ashamed, but at the same time, felt justified in his own feelings. Had he not also been harmed by the BMC like her? To to the same extent, but he had been close to death's door. Had he not seen them die? Had he not fought alongside everyone? Did his own feelings not be just as justified in this matter? There was a reason for them being here. He understood that, but that didn't mean that he wasn't wary of every action they took and relying on them for anything. They HAD done all those things just as Tanzanite had expressed, and to Tanzanite, their highest ranking. Their General- Queen, and youma at that. Despite how much she told him she wasn't human, her anger and pain felt the same.
They had done these things, and they could do them again. He couldn't be reminded of them and their crimes and yet ignore them by offering them a clean slate.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:14 am
Sassolite was far from impressed. More senshi which lets face it she would like to see bleeding and dead. Could they not just corrupt them and eventually force them to give up their stars like Alkaid? Surely that would be easier then befriending them. She didn't like that idea but she didn't voice it. She wanted to see all senshi dead but she had to think of Alkaid when she thought of all. After all she was the senshi who was no longer a senshi.
She listened as it was explained what would be needed and ignored the first two things. She wasn't exactly great at collecting information though she did find tidbits by accident on occasion. She was a hunter and so the youma seemed like a better idea. She would wait.
Well for now she waited as everyone said what they wanted and all that. She would sign up to look for this youma. She had developed a soft spot for youmas since finding the rift. Why not find an extra big one to go kill some senshi with? Now that sounded like fun.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 6:41 am
Zinkenite turned in some small surprise at the question that Moonstone asked of him. Where should she stand? She was strong, that was true. She did a great deal of good when she hunted for energy bringing in her quota in fair time and hunting sources like she was a born predator.
She hunted well, and that was what stuck in his mind, a tracker. She was a young woman who he knew could follow him in the woods, and she was fascinated with Youma.
As much as he would have liked to claim her for space he felt he knew where she wished to be, and what she would do best at.
“I think, very much that your skills and training suit you for finding us the Youma.” He nodded as he said the words, feeling surer as he spoke them. She was a good young woman. “Keep me informed if you can of how it goes Captain, tell me as well if you find your youma.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 7:11 am
"Yes Sir, you can count on me." With her path clear, Captain Moonstone's mind began working overtime; the 'gears' moving, clicking - thoughts and ideas as to the best way to go about tracking down the remains Laurelite wished for. From the low hum of words flowing around her, she gathered that several wished to form a search team - or teams - to find the Great Youma's remains and return with them.
Dark eyes shifted from Zinkenite to Laurelite; she excused herself from the General's presence so that she could move closer to where Laurelite stood. As was fitting, she dropped to one knee before the remaining General Queen. "Captain Moonstone reporting for duty, Ma'am. I would like to seek the Great Youma's remains."
Maybe she was being old fashioned, kneeling...but this was a General Queen - a position that demanded respect from the underlings. There was so little of that sort of thing from the younger ranks. She wouldn't be caught behaving as thought she were so important to the Negaverse that she couldn't be replaced. Moonstone knew very well that she was easily replaced - slightly harder to replace than a Lieutenant but still imminently replaceable.
When you got right down to the naked truth, she was cannon fodder to be used by superiors however they needed to further their cause. Captain Moonstone would have gladly given her life if it meant that the Earth would be freed from the senshi plague.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 2:03 pm
A sharp salute had been Howlite's response to the General-Queen, and she stepped back, silent at General Uranophane's side, once more. She knew nothing of Ares, beyond the words spoken in the meeting, the reactions of the others.
When she arrived, it was clear that she was powerful. Tainted, in some way, as were the others than came after her. Some solemn, some insolent. It did not go well.
Soon enough, the meeting would end, and Howlite would go wherever she was assigned. Simple.
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