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Ganymede had to agree with this proposed plan ********. She didn't know how much good it would do given that she didn't think any of her party of four knew which controls to use to do what, but it was better than standing around like a moron. At least they could stop the Captains from doing... whatever it was they planned on doing. Sabotaging the train, no doubt.

As she continued on her way to the office, Ganymede felt the massive aura of a princess on the scene. She rolled her eyes and pouted, not because she was really all that annoyed by it, but because she was a little jealous that she hadn't thought of immediately powering up to full strength. In her defense, she was still getting used to being able to do things like that.

“Show off,” she grumbled to herself.

As they approached, the figure that suddenly appeared outside the office had Ganymede second guessing her decision to remain at Eternal. There was a General, and a familiar one at that. The one in charge? It was difficult to say. Either way, there'd be no avoiding her if they wanted to get into the office. Ganymede didn't give it a second thought; she continued her approach without so much as a momentary pause.

When she was only a few yards away, Ganymede made the shift from Eternal to Princess. In a brief flash of light, her fuku was replaced with a heavily ruffled white gown, layers of tulle trailing behind her as she continued to walk. She rolled her shoulders to release some of the tension; her wings stretched just slightly in a rustling of silvery feathers.

“Hello, General,” she announced herself. She propped both hands onto her hips and tried to look intimidating, but probably failed given that she was all of 5'4” and just over a hundred pounds. “I wish I could say it's been a while, but two months isn't really as long as I would like.”

Mistral bit her lip at the appearance of Princess Ganymede. She'd either picked a very good person to follow into battle - or all the attention directed in their direction was going to end very badly. The familiar general was a complete afterthought - honestly, she and Cinnabar had run into each other so long ago that she barely remembered the fight.

Youmafication was a definite checkmark against corruption, she thought. Especially considering that the Negaverse might see fit to use it to make up for her personal shortcomings.

"If people are on the trains and can't power up, sending out a call could blow people's cover," she said to Valhalla, realizing the problem with her earlier plan. "Ganymede looks like she has this handled..."

She frowned. "There are people in the office already," she said. "Feel the signatures? We're going to need to get them out of there if we're going to get to the station controls. Hold on - idea."

Mistral tucked herself up behind Valhalla and brushed her fingers over her bracelet. Her double peeled cleanly away, strode forward, skirting nearly around the general, and right through the door.

"That'll confuse 'em," said Mistral.

Well this went to hell fast.

One minute, Lt.Tsavolite was having a relaxing if not philisophical conversation with a large fluffy cat (of all people, who knew), and the next things were on fire, princesses showed up, the masses were trampling others to get out. With a groan, Tsav ran a hand through his auburn hair, staring at the people shoving one another to get out.

"Ugh, you're all so dumb. You're ideas are bad and you should feel bad, because now I'm gonna have to do overtime at the hospital to take care of aaaaaaaall the stampede and burn patients this mission caused...." he complained to no one in particular.

Tapping into his communicator crystal, he focused his energy so it would glow and blink faintly green, alerting anyone nearby that medical backup was available. Lord only knew how he hoped no senshi wrangled him into helping them this time. That was the whole damn reason he'd taken a year or so off Nega-duties in the spirit of 'finishing his degree and bettering his medical knowledge for the cause'. Or at least that's what he'd reported when requesting the approved time off.

Working at the hospital and cramming two more years of education into one had helped, and he'd been applauded as one of the youngest Residents to ever grace the hospital, which was what had prompted him attending said current mission that had gone to hell.

Looking down to the cat at his side, he cocked an eyebrow.

"Care to wager how quickly we're going to get overwhelmed, my felonious friend?"

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Khayman had been doing some real soul searching the past year away from his home in the Negaverse apartments. What it meant to be a guardian, and not one for the good guys, and what kind of person....er, cat, that made him.

In the end, he'd decided he'd been away far too long, as he now recognized very few faces among the Lieutenants. One on the battlefield he DID recognize however, he couldn't be more pleased by.

The last time he'd seen Cinnabar, they'd been keeping up their routine of playfully training/playing tag with one another. Then she'd stopped coming to the park one day, and he hadn't seen her in the apartments again. Now he knew why.

Before him, General Cinnabar looked and her energy certainly screamed out she was a youma. Or at least partially one. It wasn't unheard of, and Khay felt a surge of pride he really wasn't all that entitled to seeing as he'd been gone most of her progress. But still. He'd considered her a friend before he'd left, and still did.

With a chuckle and flick of his tail, he shook his head no towards the waspish Lieutenant Tsavolite he'd taken a shining to the last few weeks and been living with, and bounded through feet and boots towards Cinnabar.

Arching his back at Ganymede, he hissed, looking not at all intimidating by the General's feet, but showing his solidarity none the less.

"I have come to assist, little lion," he remarked to Cinnabar, puffing himself out ineffectually.

Whimsical Blue

Poor, sweet children didn't know what they were dealing with. A handful of hair pulled a furious snarl from the general, but she had chaos on her side, strength from her rank and from her own dedication to staying strong. He could only drop so far before her grip on his throat caught his weight, supporting it. He'd choke himself out if he wasn't careful. She could have held him out, straight armed, and not even a muscle would have trembled.

That strength only amounted for so much though when another body was hurtling towards you, intent on colliding head long into you and whatever hostage you were currently holding. The impact staggered her, throwing her balance, and she she was forced to release the young man(letting him tear out a small handful of hair, if need be), if momentarily, in order to fend off the other senshi that had so boldly rushed her. The very same that had been flinging bricks at her. "Are you all in such a hurry to die?" She hissed in the bandage wearing girl's face, grabbing duel handfuls of the front of the girl's fuku and lifting her up.

There was the delightful temptation of ripping the seed from the girl's chest, but a sudden blinding aura--two auras, right on top of each other almost--cut those plans short. Xenotime snarled, head jerking up to see a familiar amazoness being surrounded by a princess in flaxen curls, a knight, and a squire. Even for Cinnabar, the odds were not stacked in her favor.

At least until her captain emerged from the office to serve as back up. It helped to even the odds, but not by much. She'd have to pay attention to that little party.

While handling her own business. Attention returning in full to the girl held in her hands, Xenotime offered a could, vicious little smile. "You'll have to wait your turn." And with that she'd throw the Senshi with everything she had, sending her throw the crowd of retreating civilians and away, for however temporary it may be.

Umber stood aside upon entry, uncertain of what to do. Some of the officers already took to the controls, fiddling around and entering information onto the screens, but Umber stood so far out of his element with computers that he expected his touching them to cause more problems than it was worth. Instead, he joined Cinnabar in Door Defense Duty, which proved a little more unusual than he initially expected -

For a squire started toward them without hesitating a step that a general and captain stood in her path.

As she slipped by, Umber aimed a hard punch to the back of the head and found his fist drew completely through her. Immediately the squire burst, a shock of sparks hailed down in a brilliant display, and a rancorous noise loud enough to cause the captain to flinch. Both hands retreated to his ears temporarily while he tried to mitigate the aftershock of the noise. Groaning, he returned to Cinnabar's side, and on a vague hunch, checked his hands for blood.

While he found none, he expected he'd shed some by the end of the night with a princess fast approaching. She looked like something off of a stage more than a person he'd fear, but the ultrabright aura scathed him badly enough that he squinted to be able to withstand it. He wondered how Cinnabar managed, or if the youma in her offered no influence over her auric sensing. Additionally, he wondered if either one of them would prove effective in holding back someone of such power. Cinnabar must've been confident in her success, for she hadn't yet radioed for backup. And with Aurostibite fussing with the controls instead, he expected that he, too, trusted the pair to take on a princess and any backup she held on their own.

This sounded like a terrible idea.

Tsav was all too happy to hang back, especially at the flare up of so many dangerous high level energies. No way he was getting in on that mess. Nuh-uh. Duty to the Negaverse be damned. Besides, if the General died, they'd be replaced with another, they always were.

Just as he was going to sneak off in the other general direction to look for some weaker, more panicked energy from civillians because why not capitalize and grab as many starseeds as you can, he was interrupted in his stalking of innocents.

A senshi who'd previously been stock-still was coming rather directly at him, and he frowned. His hands were still charged with energy and ready to steal starseeds, might as well take an easy one right? This one looked even more clueless than he was, and he wasn't sure what had caught her attention in the bad direction, but it sure as hell was advantageous to stumble upon someone so completely unaware.

In a fashion he wasn't sure would actually work, he simply extended his hand forward and strode forward confidently, a little more cocky in his victory than usual. First day back on the job and he'd get to turn in a senshi starseed, how great was that. His aim was to collide directly with her, and when he did, he simply kept walking as his hand made contact with her chest, calmly taking hold of her starseed as he stepped near.

"You look a bit worse for wear my dear, here, lets give you some medical attention," he mocked, absurdly proud of himself for the smarmy, themed comeback that he had in fact been waiting to use for months since the moment he thought it up. As he did, he started to squeeze, so as not to give her any leeway to fight him. In all likelyhood she could probably take him in a fight, and he couldn't have that. This needed to end quickly.

She should have seen him. She should have felt him, but she didn't, until they had actually collided. Until his hand was on hr chest, fingertips sinking through it, and all she could do was come to a stuttering halt has both hands came up in a loose circle around his wrist where it disappeared inside her. His fingers wrapped around the glittering gem that was her soul, squeezing gently, and she staggered, eyes snapping up from Khayman to land on the face of the lieutenant that held her life, very literately, in the palm of his hand.

As of yet, Pavo's experience with the Negaverse had been neutral at worse. There had been no direct battles, no threats, nothing to say they were as bad as she had been led to believe. Now the proof was looking her in the face. Henna kissed fingers tightened around his wrist, lovely features contouring in pain, and when she spoke, her voice was a soft whisper. "Why?"

She hadn't hurt him. She hadn't ever met him before. Of ever powered individual on the platform, she head been the least threatening. So why now, was it her he had chosen to target?

Maia followed behind the others picking up the rear. They headed toward a crowd of nega's who were around what Mistral identified as the control room. That worried Maia because the negaverse often held little care for human life. She wondered if there would be a radio in the room, to radio the train, but kept the thought for later. She wasn't sure they should radio the train or not, because it would cause panic if there wasn't already panic.

When Polaris powered up she like everyone else couldn't help, but to notice, she stumbled momentarily because she hadn't seen the girl in forever and it was a shock more that her aura to even see her at all. She looked to Val and Mistral in front of her, and kept her fist balled and her eyes peeled. She doubted they would go unnoticed heading towards the office.

As more panic broke out she debated helping Polaris, her magic could help calm the people crush each other temporarily, but it might also make them more vunerable. In the end she turned back as Ganymede took her princess for, not sure how to feel about it because her friends princess attack made her anxious.

They were cut off by what seemed like a half lion youma woman, whom Maia had never met and Mistral sent a clone, as illusion right into the clone room. Maia couldn't help but to grin at that. She looked to Mistral and Val moving closer. "If we open the door I can use my magic to slow them down, it will make it very hard for them to move quickly, sometimes at all depending. It lasts for a little bit, but has the added effect of them being super mad when it wears off."

She wondered if she should use it on the two at the door, but the chance she'd hit anyone else around she didn't care to make an ally a sitting duck. Pushing the attack into a room, was a much better option and made escape harder, she just had to watch she wasn't cut of before she really got started.