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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 5:59 pm


Three weeks have passed since the final battle at the close of Operation Rota. In the immediate aftermath, the surviving members of the Blood Moon Court scattered. Six of their own were killed in the prison break and following battle, including the Dread Sisters Alixa and Permiska -- two of their most bloodthirsty members. It was seven if the corruption of Lyra was counted; some of the members might not have known her fate, or perhaps simply presumed her dead.

The increased threat of Negaverse retribution was enough to keep even some of the braver members from taking out their henshin pens. Ares herself disappeared for two weeks, only to return suddenly with a renewed purpose. Members received contact one week ago that anyone still interested in being a part of the Blood Moon Court needed to attend a meeting -- this meeting, the first since that terrible night when all their plans unraveled.


The meeting of the Blood Moon Court had started as they always did. People milled about chatting in the spare room of an old warehouse. Benches and chair were lined up in rows. A blank space stretched out at the front of the room. A table draped in a red cloth sat there, marking the place for where the Inner Sanctum would stand to lead the meeting. They always arrived early and spent thirty minutes in another part of the warehouse discussing the agenda.

When the ISS finally entered the room, Ares looked tense, like she had been arguing. It was unclear what might have happened, but it was not typical for her to enter displaying any emotion outside of confidence or ease. There was another face in the line, a new one: Super Sailor Albali. She had upgraded and been accepted into the Inner Sanctum in the same induction battle. The process was a secret to the rest of the Court, but the ISS would know. Albali followed at the rear, draped in a new crimson cloak.

Ares stepped toward the center, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "It is good to see all of you," she said. Her eyes crossed the room. Many were missing, mostly cadets. "It takes strength and courage to be in this Court -- especially now. Your presence here is a testament to the power you have inside, power that we will develop as we always have through training, mentoring, and strategy." There was a crisp clip to her words.

Meetings usually started with a retelling of the best youma kills of the week or some other patrolling anecdote. The air was different now, thick with conflict and misgivings. Ares hated the stench of it. She did not want to spend another second breaking down the failure of Operation Rota, not any more than the Inner Sanctum already had. Agreement was hard to come by. Some thought they had gone too far, and Ares resented them for it. Did she not tell them that the BMC would do what no one else was willing to do? What did they think that had meant?

But Ares was a battle-weary warhawk who had been reborn since the dawn of senshi. Her thought process was vastly different from many of the White Moon. It showed in the hard set of her jaw.

The Captain of the Blood Moon Court stood straighter. "There is a time for mourning, and we will have that time. But this is our opportunity -- this is what we wanted to do," she said. Her mouth danced around the words 'Operation Rota' but did not say them. It was a cursed phrase now. "On that battlefield, we showed the Negaverse and the rest of the White Moon senshi that the Blood Moon Court matters." She punctuated the statement with a pointed finger pushed against a slick palm. "No matter what you feel in your heart, you must know: what we did mattered." Ares was nervous. She was not the one who usually ran meetings in the Black Kingdom. Until this point, the Blood Moon meetings had always been positive, focusing on improvement and goals. Now they were facing a test of their dedication, and the Eternal Senshi of Smoke felt rattled by it.

"I will not lie to you," she said, taking a step forward. "That was not a clean victory, but no victory is. It was a decisive strike, and as warriors, we accepted that risk." Ares glanced across the crowd. "I am proud of all of you for rising to the challenge in the name of victory. Our next strike will be better. We will learn from the mistakes we made in our last mission. We will not hesitate to deliver our final blows. We can be better, I know we can. We have to rely on each other now. And we have to use what happened then and make sure we are better next time."

Ares crossed to the table and picked up a pad of paper. "Our next abduction should be executed soon. We need to show the Negaverse that they cannot demoralize us, and that we cannot be stopped, no matter what they do to us." She clicked her pen. "With summer coming up, our breaks from school should make the 24-hour supervision be less of a drain on all of us. I am looking for suggestions on potential Negaverse targets. Obviously, Tanzanite is too strong now, but there are others. General Zinkenite, perhaps Serandite. Wolframite is still a problem -- a loose end we need to tie off." Her pen moved across the paper, a silence settling over the assorted group.
PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 6:10 pm


Birhan was stone faced as she followed behind Ares as the ISS entered the meeting. There was a tightness to her movements, and though she took her customary position at Ares's left, she kept shooting her leader unreadable glances. As Ares spoke, Birhan's lips compressed, slowly whitening as Ares outlined her plan and Birhan held her peace.

It couldn't last.

"Perhaps," she spoke up, taking a step forward as Ares finished, "we should be discussing other matters first."

She shot Ares another look - this one clearly disgruntled. This was not how the previous Blood Moon Court meetings had been run. Despite all the arguing Birhan had just undergone with Ares on their way in, it seemed the Eternal senshi still planned to run roughshod over the court members. Looking back out at the mercenaries and cadets, Birhan managed a softer expression for them. "It hasn't been that long since Operation Rota was completed. This is our first meeting since then, and I'm sure that many of you wish for your feelings to be heard on that matter before another plan is put into action. I want to know," she entreated, "how you are. If you are still recovering from injuries, we want to know. If you have concerns or suggestions, we want you to know that the Blood Moon Court is still what we promised - a place where you don't have to be of royal blood to be heard; a faction that isn't led by one voice alone, but all our voices together; a family that cares for you and protects each other."

She pointedly didn't look at Ares now. But her words were aimed to those on the stage as well as those before it. Ares lately seemed to be focused only on their goal of doing what the other senshi couldn't or wouldn't - the other promises seemed to be less important, if not completely forgotten.

The new plan itself... Birhan had her doubts. And many concerns. Not the least of which was that Ares seemed to be ordering the next operation, rather than bringing the matter up for discussion. Birhan was sure that Ares knew people would protest the plan, but Birhan couldn't believe that Ares would try to remove all chance of opposition. That wasn't the leader that Birhan had joined the BMC to follow. Something had changed in Ares. Birhan could only hope that she could remind Ares of the woman who had formed the largest, most effective senshi force there was - not the woman who was causing cadets to flee the BMC in record numbers.

"Discussion over any new plans can surely wait until we've had some measure of closure on our last operation." There was a bite to this last sentence that suggested she wasn't asking Ares. Birhan was ready to ensure the cadets and mercs got the support and care they needed.

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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:41 pm


Among the few remaining assembled Blood Moon members was Sailor Scylla. The night before she had gotten off of an airplane, landing in Destiny City. Earlier that afternoon, she'd gotten the call. And here she was, back doing exactly what she'd promised her doctors she would. Taking it easy, by sitting on one of the cheap metal chairs. The mood was tense, even before the Inner Sanctum filed in. Ares' aura did little to promote the sense of relaxation and idea of a 'family' that had, at one point, been the final straw that drew Scylla to the Blood Moon. Her face was tense, dark, and not many of the others looked much happier. At the rear of the ISS was Albali, apparently now promoted in more ways than one. The senshi - pardon, Super Senshi- of Echoes was sporting a fancy new outfit and a fancy new rank as well.

Their next abduction... Scylla closed her eyes, brows furrowing as she remembered a flash of something. Red, like a ribbon, slowly creeping across cold cement. The senshi of the kraken shook her head, attention moving around the room. It was interesting to see the division. Some seemed whole-heartedly willing to take this step, walk further down this path. Some, like Scylla herself, were hesitant, displeasure and disapproval marring their faces. Still others looked unsure. There didn't seem to be any room of her Captain's face for dissension, however. Then again, if they were going to repeat what they had done before...

It was a pleasant surprise when Birhan Isat stepped forward, halting the potential boulder rolling towards the Mercenaries and remaining Cadets. "Well." Scylla didn't raise her hand. She didn't hold her tongue. She didn't maintain her typical silence. The heiress had normally held any dissenting conversations with Ares in private; she had never, never raised her voice to be anything but a fierce supporter of the Senshi of Smoke. To be a fierce supporter of Fallon- who, it seemed sometimes, was buried and mostly gone. And what was left was the hard-faced woman in front of them. "How are we?" she asked finally, letting her voice carry. She had to be heard over the voices in the crowd. "What kind of a question is that? Though I thank you for asking." Purple eyes narrowed on the Captain. "Months of planning. Two weeks of torture. And it took one night to tear us to pieces. We're lucky to be alive."

Carefully tucked away, the Ashen Lilac Crystal pulsed warm against Scylla's skin, a reminder that something terrible had happened. "Yet it isn't our captain who worries for our health. Instead she plans another strike against the Negaverse. Losing Lyra wasn't enough for you, Ares? Losing over half the cadets? Losing Alixa and Permiska? Our forces are severely depleted, some gone and most of us injured, yet you're wanting to start planning again? We were having a hard enough time recruiting before. How do you expect to now?" The Eternal's voice was suspiciously calm. Somehow. Her insides were quivering. "These are things that need to take precedence, Ares, over trying to flex muscle that the Blood Moon Court no longer has."

This wasn't something that a Mercenary should be having to say. This should have already been looked at and discussed by the Inner Sanctum. Why was Ares chomping at the bit like this? They weren't ready for anything like what they'd planned. "Even if a repeat were possible, even if you think most of the ones of us who remain would be willing to walk-" her voice cut off. "I think I can speak for a large number of us when I say we are not doing well. Look at what the results of the last abduction did to us. Open your eyes and see."
PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:03 pm


Nemesis sometimes asked herself why she kept on allowing herself to be drawn back to the BMC. If she hadn't shown up, it would have been considered as good as quitting. Nemesis would be free to do as she pleased, handle things her way. But... some loyalty had developed there, between Nemesis and the Blood Moon Court. Their goals still aligned themselves with her own, and as long as they were moving down the same path, Nemesis' loyalty would be unwavering. That didn't mean she agreed with every single thing Ares did, every little thing the Blood Moon Court did and acted upon. In fact, Nemesis made a point of disagreeing, in the past just for the hell of it. The important fact was that she had come back... and already she was regretting it.

Her eyes flashed over to Albali, her lips turning down in a grimace at the sway of her red cape. <********>, of course Ares would promote a super senshi over Nemesis, who had despite multiple loyalties had remained true to the court. Was the leader of the BMC doing this just to ******** with her? Because if she was, she was doing a pretty damned good job. Nemesis could find points in each ISS member that made them bad candidates for the job, just because she thought that she was better. She was Eternal Sailor ******** Nemesis, and now she was pissed.

"Cry me a goddamn river, Scylla." Her anger didn't direct itself towards Ares, instead it honed in on those of dissenting opinion with the leader. In the end, she approved of the plan to move forward. What point was there in dwelling in the past? "So, it didn't go as we ******** planned, ********. The longer we cry over the losses gained, the more time we ******** waste. I thought this wasn't the court of ******** sissies and pansy-asses. We're the Blood Moon Court. If you have a ******** problem with going ahead, take your fat a** out of here, Scylla." She made a rude gesture towards the door, indicating that she thought that anyone who hesitated over the next course of action should just walk themselves out now.

"While, yeah, s**t was wrong with how Operation Rota ended, I don't think we have the liberty to dwell on the people we lost. They're dead, and if they're not dead they walked their happy a** to the Negaverse." There was an irritated curl of her lip. Lyra. As far as Nemesis was concerned, her past friend had went with the Negaverse willingly. Lyra had not fought for her own life, and that was something Nemesis could not forgive. "We have to press forward, or we lose what ground we managed to make. I hope you're not all as stupid as Birhan and Scylla to think we need to sit down and talk about how our poor little hearts are aching and we need someone to kiss our booboos." She threw her arms up in the air. This was all getting to be ridiculous, in her opinion. How could Scylla and Birhan be hesitating over moving ON?

They were ******** soldiers. It was time to act like them. The United States military did not stop operating because they lost a small number of their members in a bombing. They pressed forward. It was time to do the same. Two weeks off was more than enough time for people to get their acts together.

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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:28 pm


The first time Sailor Vulcan attended a meeting of the Blood Moon Court she'd showed up early, grinning from ear to ear, and chosen a seat in the very front row. She'd listened. She'd watched. She'd taken notes, like a school girl might, and absorbed whatever piece of information the other, more experienced Senshi had thought it important to share.

They were all her teachers. Warriors that she looked up to.

Ares was her hero.

It was her face Vanessa recognized as the one that had loomed out of the cloud of smoke the night Hairy Pete's starseed was ripped from his chest. Her hands were the ones that had pulled Super Van through the mirror, and to safety. Without her, Vulcan might not have ever become a member of the Blood Moon Court.

Once, she was Fallon.

And the reason, now, that Vulcan's tongue felt swollen in her throat. So many Cadets had left. Lyra was missing. Operation Rota had brought with it death, and loss. While she was not their leader, it wasn't in Vulcan to blame anyone else for what had happened.

If Ares was wrong, than they all were. The things the Senshi of Smoke had accomplished would have been impossible without them. Without her. Vulcan had not tortured anyone. Vulcan had killed neither Sailor Alixa nor Sailor Permiska. But her hands, and her conscious, were stained with their blood, because she hadn't prevented it.

The Senshi of Volcanoes loomed somewhere at the back of the room, with her arms crossed under her chest, and a distant expression on her face. She stared at the floor, lost in herself. Little of the discussion registered.

Until--

'So, it didn't go as we ******** planned, ********.'

Somehow, Nemesis's voice stood out from the rest.

'I thought this wasn't the court of ******** sissies and pansy-asses.'

The sound reminded Vulcan distinctly of a mosquito. It was something that really ought to be squashed.

"It isn't right," Vulcan glowered at the Senshi of Decay, "not to take responsibility for our actions. We ******** up. Lives were lost, and all you have to say is '******** was stupid, probably, for a cadet to be so mouthy. Nemesis was an Eternal. Vulcan… wasn't. But Vanessa had never been well known for her intelligence, and her temper was getting the better of her.

"You'll excuse me, then, Nemesis," Vulcan's voice shook with the intensity of her rage, "If the next time we have to fight I won't trust you to watch my back."
PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:33 pm


Kallichore was among the Cadets in the room, those who did not earn the right to wear the brand of the Blood Moon on their skin, and for now, she liked her position in the Court. She simply sat towards the back of the seating arrangement with her head down, listening. She hadn't been there for Operation Rota. She had an idea of what it was about - torture, information, gains and losses. She wasn't there for the bloodshed or the pain, but she had an idea of people's opinions. Her hands were clasped in her lap, and she spied Serpentarius not far from her. Arriving early gave them a chance to arrange themselves accordingly. Without a real stake in the operation, Kallichore didn't have as much of an opinion to act upon, but she did agree with parts on both sides - have the operation move forward, but with input from everyone else. That made the most sense.

Once the one called Scylla had voiced her opinion (she didn't know who many of the senshi in the court were yet), another had raised hers against it. It seemed like many were on the fence about what they would do to move forward. Kallichore shook her head and debated whether it was her place to say anything at all, not having been in the operation. No doubt it would get called out, and if it did, then so be it. It wasn't like Kallichore didn't believe in what the Court was doing. People were now fighting all around her and the Cadet senshi wasn't sure if the Blood Moon court keep it together. But they had to. They were among the only driving forces on the side of good, gray morality or not.

Standing, Kallichore placed her red gloved hands on the back of the chair in front of her. "From what I understand, holding Negaverse officers for a long period of time causes problems. They found the holding location." She was keeping as calm as possible, as calculated as possible. The emotions running high in the room would cause more problems. "If there are injured people within the Court, they should have time to rest while those uninjured can prepare for the next operation. That ensures more people get what they need, I think."

Once the voices died down some, she added, "I have met and fought General Zinkenite. He seems to be a record keeper of sorts, for what that's worth. He might be the best target. Perhaps the corrupted one named Alkaid could be useful as well? But..." she trailed off, watching as Nemesis and Vulcan exchanged words. "Maybe it would be the most beneficial to simply kill as many as we can?"

Whether or not that proved to be a good idea was anyone's guess, but that was what Kallichore could bring to the table at this point. She sat back down, awaiting another outburst.

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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:16 pm


There had been a small moment of personal triumph as Super Sailor Albali slipped into the crimson cloak of an Inner Sanctum member before the meeting. All in one week everything had changed for the better; after more than a year she had finally attained the power of a Super Senshi. Not even two days later they had come for her and Albali had demonstrated that she had grown in power the way Ares had wished her to. Her fight had been one and she was fully one of them now.

She'd intended to listen before acting as was her general habit but as criticism piled up on Ares time and time again she couldn't help it. Lips quirked and a snort of laughter came through at Nemesis' comparisons and epithets tossed so casually at Sailor Scylla. It was a pity really. Albali had always considered the Senshi of the Kraken to have her head in the right place if it was a bit emptier than she would have liked.

How dare they suggest that this was all of Ares' fault!

"So take responsibility for your actions but don't let them hinder you. We all know what we did wrong and that's what learning is for isn't it? We know what not to do ever again. But there's nothing gained by crying in a corner over it. Our inaction gives those corrupt monsters more and more time to wreak havoc on our town. People are still dying out there and it's not just our own senshi! Far better to die fighting than die waiting, don't you think?" Teal eyes were as hard as stones as they looked across the room and her arms folded.

"I for one agree with Kallichore. Zinkenite seems the most likely target but he is a bit sneaky. I don't think we should bother with more than one or two at a time, however. There's not much we need to know once we know how to kill them. That's all we need to do." Eyes closed as she said the last words, not quite believing that it would be as easy to do that as it was to say it. But someone had to do it and it certainly wasn't going to be that pink powderpuff of a leader the rest of the White Moon had.
PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:33 pm


Zirconia was hunched over and glaring, just as a general stance and at no one in particular, yet. Scylla came close, but nothing that the cat saw or heard was worth an angry outburst from herself, yet. For once she agreed with Nemesis, even though she still found wiggle room to mentally criticize the crass way she'd said it. Losses were tragic, but war couldn't be put off for them. The Blood Moon court members who had died in Operation Rota deserved all the respect of any soldier who had died in the line of duty, but a true observance of that would have to wait. It was more important, she thought, to let the Negaverse know that the BMC had not been crushed. They had suffered losses, but they were still standing.

Zirconia made a huff and a growl as words were exchanged. Kallichore had something useful to say, but the high tension in the room made her uneasy anyway.

"The planning alone will allow time for the wounded to heal, if we devote the appropriate amount of time into it. We're not going to dive right back into this haphazardly," She assured, "But we can't hesitate. We can't let the Negaverse think we've been so easily dispatched. Because we weren't. We're still here, and if anything, we should honor our fallen by letting them know that, loud and clear."

She paused form the next sentiment to back up Albali, who had given her someone else to mentally point to as 'right' besides Nemesis. "This is just the way it is. When we hit big, they hit back harder. The Negaverse hit harder then we planned for. Like Albali said, we learn from those mistakes. We carry them with us. But we're a threat to them, otherwise they wouldn't have wasted so many resources trying to break us. Let's stay a threat. We can plan out our retaliation as we recover, but don't let this tragedy make you crumble. If this is all it takes to make us fall apart on each other then we don't ******** deserve our own reputation."

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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:37 pm


Serpentarius arrived about the same time most of the others did, yet she kept quiet for the most part. She was one of the newest members of the Mercenary , as told by the way her hand kept rubbing at the back of her neck. As her leader spoke, she chews on her bottom lip. This wasn't going to be good, and just to prove that point the fighting began among them. Lifting her fingers to the bridge of her nose, she pinches it before she steps forward.

Placing a hand on Kallichore's shoulder, she gives it a gentle squeeze as she smiles to her. Her eyes turning to gaze across the room. Some of them she knew, other she seen in passing. but at the moment, they seem like they were at each others throat. This wasn't going to do any of them good.

She heard about the battle, those that were lost. Including the one she met when awoken. Shaking her head, she takes in a deep breath.

"I have to agree with Nemesis and our leader. At the moment, we need to formulate a plan, and do so now. The battle has left many of you weak, and yes it done some damage to this group. It made people question if this is even right. Whether it is or not, we can't be fighting each other. That will only tear what little threads that are holding this court together." she turns her eyes to look at Ares, no Fallon as she knew her.

"The Negaverse probably knows we are weak, and if we don't do something. They will probably attack us. We can't jump into this head first, if we do. The outcome of the battle might be worse, but sitting around won't do us any good either. Those that are hurt, need to get better. But those that can fight, if willing, need to." looking around the room, she chews on her bottom lip for a moment.

"The three mention, those should be handled first. They seem to be the ties to the negaverse. If we can somehow get rid of them, the negaverse will do two things, fall apart, or get stronger. Either way, that is three less that any of us have to deal with."
PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 10:16 pm


When Birhan spoke, tension rippled through Ares' shoulders. There was a time for mourning. They had spent three weeks apart -- but now, they needed to put all that aside and become warriors once more. She had told this over and over to Birhan until she was red in the face. The Inner Sanctum had always been a democracy. They had always worked together and stood as a unified board. But that night, Ares had looked Birhan in the eye and said, "This is my faction, my call -- and Rota was my plan. You don't get to make this choice, Sailor Birhan." In all of their time together, it was the only moment that Ares had chosen to insinuate something about Birhan's comparative weakness as a regular senshi.

With torch in hand, Ares had marched out of the room then with the others in tow. She took over the meeting, and now, for the first time, Birhan seemed to be ready to fight back -- and publicly. "There is a time and place for--" she began to say quietly, but others rose up to share their opinions. Ares fell silent, gray eyes flickering between each member as they spoke. She gave Scylla a particularly heated look -- friends, they had been true friends once -- before moving on to Nemesis.

Normally, Ares would have snapped at Nemesis for such disrespect toward a fellow Mercenary and a member of the ISS. But she remained silent. Scylla and Birhan Isat wanted to argue? Fine. She wouldn't rein anyone back from them; they didn't seem to care to do the same for her.

When Vulcan spoke against the Senshi of Decay, Ares dropped her eyes to the ground. She had strange relationships with both girls. It brought her no joy to see them pitted against each other, but Vulcan was young and inexperienced in Ares' mind. She told herself that she just didn't understand -- but Nemesis, loud and crass, did. She knew this was war. She had seen enough to understand it. Ares would take responsibility for what had happened, but it wouldn't stop her from stomping down this path. Nothing could. When she looked at Vulcan now, she did not see the girl she had rescued from Hairy Pete's apartment; she saw a soldier who still needed to learn.

Kallichore's voice had been an unexpected one. This was a hell of a first meeting, but Ares already liked the Senshi of Madness -- even more now that she seemed to try and get them back on the track that Ares had first set this meeting on. Zinkenite was a good target. He was on Ares' list, as well as Alkaid. Then Serandite. Bismuthite still had to be brought to justice. It helped her for a time to think of the Negaverse like this, like little boxes on her to-do list to be checked off.

The dissenters burned in her mind. Ares made another list, a bad list full of the people who rose up against her at a time when she just wanted cooperation. Ungrateful, all of them. Without this faction, they would be more useless White Moon senshi -- this had grown to be Ares' generalized thought. The White Moon senshi were useless. The only ones who mattered were the ones who joined up with the remnants of the parallel court. Every misgiving that the others espoused before her was chalked up to weaknesses inherit in the DNA of the White Moon. It was inferiority, it was fear -- but then there was Nemesis and Kallichore and Albali and so many who stood by Ares. It just didn't feel like enough.

When she finally responded, Ares looked tired, agitated. "You all swore an oath to fight on behalf of our cause. And our cause is, above all else, to bring victory for the senshi and to destroy our enemies. We are the senshi who do what the other senshi cannot do. That is the oath I signed -- and that is the mission that I uphold." Her voice remained low, growling. Rage quelled behind it, and Ares was only doing a moderate job containing it. "You all claimed to want that too. We cannot stop now. Every moment we spend doing nothing is another moment that the Negaverse gains on us. You might not have full recollection of what war is like locked away in your memories -- but I do. I know what we have to do because I have done it before." It was rare for Ares to play this card, but she did now. She needed the legitimacy of it.

"By discrediting our actions in Operation Rota, we discredit every single one of our own who fell in pursuit of it. Would you see their sacrifices be in vain? Would you, Scylla? Birhan?" Her eyes fell to the short-haired girl near the front. "Or you, Vulcan? They died because they believed in what we do just like I believe in what we do. So we will forge on. We will capture more Negas, and we will show the Negaverse that they cannot defeat the Blood Moon Court." Her hand balled into a fist. She said these things like they were not up for discussion.

In her mind, they weren't.

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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2011 10:57 pm


Birhan had spent those three weeks apart trying to deal with the fallout of Operation Rota. Forgetting had been her first plan, and it hadn't worked out so well. She'd moved on to trying to make her peace with how things had happened. She'd thought she had - but here Ares was demanding they do the exact same thing over again.

Ares' words, "This is my faction, my call," hadn't been a balm to Birhan. In fact, they reopened nearly healed wounds.

"No one," Birhan said in a raised voice, "is denying that we need to keep acting. We are no better than those other useless senshi if we don't. I am not saying to sit still and lick our wounds. What I am saying..." Birhan heaved a sigh, and reigned her voice - and temper - back in. "What I am saying is that the decision to undertake this new plan needs to be considered carefully - timing, participants. Hell, half our cadets are gone because we asked too much of them in revenge for Rota. We have a special forces team. Why are our cadets involved in actions that are better suited to Gunn's people?"

Birhan could face down her demons. She had - even if she hadn't like what she'd seen in the mirror after her session with Wolframite, she could admit to herself that she would do it again. Wolframite as a target of the new operation? Oh, count her very much in.

But this wasn't about Birhan and what she could or couldn't do. Birhan was a member of the ISS - she had to think of all of the BMC members, not just herself. And she could see, where Ares for some reason could not, that forcing the cadets and mercenaries to do this again would dwindle their numbers even further.

"The decision to carry out another operation of this nature isn't something that should be ordered from above. And not so callously! We need to admit that mistakes were made and focus on fixing them for the next time around - refusing to aknowledge that will only result in worse things. We are not invulnerable or infallible - not even you, Ares!" Birhan warned, eyes flashing, before the woman could interrupt.

"We were promised an open court, not one that mimicked the White Moon where one person rules all. I aim to see that we stay that way."

For Birhan, everything was up for discussion. If it wasn't, they had bigger problems than their considerable losses from Operation Rota.

The stupid thing was, Birhan would have been behind the plan if it was something Ares had brought to them for discussion like Operation Rota. Instead, the ISS had received exactly what the cadets and mercs had - an order: this is what we're doing, this is when, end of conversation. Birhan wasn't comfortable starting an argument in front of the entire court, but if Ares was going to sweep her concerns away in private, Birhan would make sure that she was unable to do so in public.

Ares had once asked Birhan if the other senshi was comfortable with who she was. Birhan didn't like the fact that she could be, at times, a monster. But she was working her way through accepting that, and controlling it. Others weren't so lucky - no doubt half the missing cadets had fled because they couldn't face the monster in the mirror... and the other half gone because they were afraid of the monsters they had suddenly found themselves among. "There has to be a way to shield the cadets from the worst of this until they are ready," she had argued to Ares in private. It wasn't weakness to need to be eased into the worst of what they did. Ares didn't agree, clearly. Her way or the highway, and now their forces were nearly halved because of it.

Birhan had always valued Zirconia's opinion nearly as highly as she did Ares. It was no surprise that the cat would agree with her second mistress. "Zirconia, if we aren't careful, we will crumble anyway. Operation Rota has already split us. We need to fix this divide before it widens further."

As for deserving their reputation... Did they really? The previous operation had been well-planned, but containing major faults. They'd been discovered, their lines of defense breached, some of their best warriors fallen or corrupted (and soon to die at the hands of the BMC as a result). Luck had been what kept half of them alive. Luck had been what had enabled Ares to kill a distracted Marthozite.

"If we want to remain successful, and feared, we have to do better. And that doesn't just mean in battle, or in our kidnapping and torture sessions. If the Blood Moon Court is to be a threat, we need to be of one heart and mind. And that will not happen under a dictatorship."

Birhan's voice was rising as she spoke, to be nearly yelling by the end. It was frustrating, to try and argue against someone as charismatic and impressive as Ares. An Eternal senshi versus her base senshi status. Ares with her good breeding, her way with words. All Birhan had was her emotion, and that just wasn't enough. She was doing the right thing. She just wanted to make sure no one else wound up flinching when they saw themselves in the mirror, or spent two weeks trying to drink themselves into oblivion so they weren't haunted by their own terrible actions when they slept.

"I swore an oath, yes, to the Blood Moon Court. To fight for our cause. I did not swear an oath that turned me into a slave. I will have my voice heard. I will have my right to question what I am told, regarding things that should have been asked of me instead."

She shot disgruntled glares at Ares' puppets - good little lapdogs Nemesis and Albali, tiny minion Kallichore who hadn't even been here for the failed Operation Rota - before stepping back. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked down and tried not to fume. She was the impulsive one, why was it that she was the one having to think ahead of how this was going to affect people? That should have been Ares' job, but all Ares wanted to do these days was find the next target to beat down on, and god help anyone who got in her way.
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<******** your booboos, Nemesis. "Yes, let's move on. Right over the cliff." Scylla kept her face carefully neutral. "As was suggested," she waved a hand at Kallichore, "Planning will give us time to heal the physical wounds of those of us here today. But we are too small in number for an Operation like Rota. Are you even looking around the room? Oh, 100 of us failed, so lets try again, let us press forward, with half that number!" The number was exaggerated, but the meaning behid it was not. Scylla shook her head, disgusted. "Many of you seem to be looking at it like we have to strike back, now, and I can see the frustration, but now is the time we have to be more careful than ever. Talking about taking more captives and holding them for even a few hours is foolhardy. Torturing them? Will do nothing more than make our reputation with the White Moon even less pleasant than it most certainly is after the last abductions. And if it weren't for the unexpected assistance from the White Moon, we would have lost more." If nothing else, the White Moon had been extra bodies to take the blows meant for the Blood Moon.

Ares talking about the oath she'd taken... what she'd agreed to... "I swore an oath to fight, Ares, and fight I have. Fight I will. Bring victory for the senshi, yes. I never signed on to shut my mouth. The Blood Moon that you told me about, Ares, the Blood Moon I swore my oath to... Is a group that cares for each of its members. We care for each other emotionally. Physically. Financially, if required. We are a family. Fight together, train together, argue together. We fight the Negaverse, we kill if we must." the words were sour in Scylla's throat. The thought of taking lives nauseated her, still.

She shook her head. "I'm not saying we should see the sacrifices of those we have lost be in vain. If you think I am you are thinking, you are listening, with your sore egos and not your ears. I'm saying we have to think smart. Every one of us is skilled, but we're outnumbered. Recruiting? We're screwed. We have to make our lives count, not just our deaths. Those moments we spend doing nothing? Why is it nothing just because we might not be taking action against the Negaverse? Now is the time to heal. To train. To get better at what we have to do, because like it or not, General-King dead or not, we lost the last fight." That much was obvious, if so many of their people were missing. "Now isn't the time to start planning on picking fights. Now is the time to get everyone back on the same page." Her gold heel clacked on the floor as she stood up at last. "'Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.'"

Purple eyes gleamed directly at the Senshi of Decay. "To press forward now would be folly. If anyone wants to go flinging themselves onto the Negaverse Death Machine, you know where the door is."

"If the Blood Moon is ready to organize itself and find itself- given their precarious new situation- I am here to serve my Captain and my Court. As I have from the day I joined the Blood Moon. But Ares, 'the object of war is not to die for your cause but to make the other b*****d die for his.' I'm sure you are quite eager to take action, but as your friend, Ares? As someone who promised to always tell you what she thought... Now is not the time, and kidnapping more Negaverse agents is not the action. I cannot agree that the Blood Moon is ready for another act of war."


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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2011 6:54 am


Yeah, this Vulcan senshi? Right on Nemesis' list of Bitches to Hate the second she opened up her mouth to talk. Nemesis was good at dishing out smack talk, but she was not so good at having to take it. "I am saying, we've had the liberty of weeks to mourn our losses and pull a big girl panties back on. They're dead, we can't do jack s**t about that but get revenge on the people who killed them. We've wasted ******** time already, and you guys want us to sit down and discuss what went wrong? We all know what went wrong. We don't need to waste more time on this. We need to press forward, we can't pause in the middle of the goddamn war, run to a tree and yell 'safe!' in the middle of goddamn tag. We fight. We're soldiers. We fight." Her words were just a little more than a growl.

Nemesis wondered why the hell people had joined the BMC if they were not ready to fight. Was that not the reason people had signed up on this gig? "You shouldn't be so goddamn weak that you need your back to be watched, Vulcan. Grow up, you're worse than any goddamn newbie." In no way did that aid the current discussion at hand, but Nemesis frankly did not give a ********. Vulcan pissed her off. If only the senshi could be more along the lines of someone like Kallichore. At least that newbie had her head screwed on right.

Of course, she was somewhat unsettled by Alkaid's name being brought up. That b***h was her's. It was a struggle she wanted to continue without the interference of the BMC. Alkaid would die, and Nemesis would be the one to do it. "That's the right idea. We kill as many sons of bitches that we can. We don't stop, the moment we stop is the moment we lose what ground we make. We'll lose face, and I'm sorry, but I would rather die than be looked down upon by anyone. We press forward now or we run the risk of looking weak and disorganized."

As more voices spoke up, her eyes narrowed back on Scylla. She was one of the few dissenters voicing their opinion, along with Birhan and Vulcan. They were incapable of seeing the reason that Ares was presenting them with. It would only hurt them more to take a step back and observe their past actions with a critical eye. They had to do whatever was necessary to win this war, because no other senshi would. If someone did not step up, they would lose. How many more starseeds would be claimed? How many people would be made to suffer the oppression of the Negaverse? This was a war they could not afford to lose, and that was why... there was no time for these petty matters.

"I thought this was a court that would make a change in this war. I did not think we consisted of people who want to sit on their asses spending long hours thinking about what went wrong and what we should do next instead of acting on it. You might as well be another free-roaming senshi, Scylla, another White Moon pansy because that is how you are acting. Now is the time for action, because if we do not strike, the Negaverse will. And, oh, we lose that advantage, we're pushed further on the defensive." She was angry, and far from eloquent, but somewhere in the flurry of her words was reason. There was a valid opinion at the core of her words, despite the way she spoke and attacked other members.
PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:31 am


Vulcan's issue wasn't with war. Vulcan's issue wasn't with taking action. Vulcan's issue was with herself, specifically, and the things that she had let happen.

In the weeks that she had spent away from the Blood Moon and everything that they were, she'd taken to seeking out Negaverse agents. Because she was angry, and needed an outlet for her fury. Because she had enabled something as hideous and despicable as torture. And for that, she deserved to be punished.

The cadet stood at a crossroads now. And didn't know which way to turn.

To stay meant the aiding and abetting of another kidnapping and possible torture. To stay meant more anger, and moor confusion, and, probably, more pain.

To leave meant--- well, Vulcan didn't really know what it meant. As a Senshi, she'd never really been without the Blood Moon Court. But she knew one thing for sure. That Ares, who she idolized with a sort of childlike ardor, did not stand at the end of that path.

So she stayed and turned that rage inwards, towards Nemesis, who seemed as easily provoked as she was.

"Don't ******** talk to me like you know me," Vulcan snapped at Nemesis, golden eyes flashing. Her hands balled into fists at her sides. There was no composure, because she'd never really had it. Vulcan's control was slipping. She grasped at it by a thread, conscious of the meeting that buzzed around… everything else.

This wasn't helpful. This wasn't grown up behaviour, but Vulcan ached to punch Nemesis.

And to have Nemsis hit her back. Probably, it would hurt. Probably, she would lose.

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PostPosted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:47 am


Sirius had gone to say something more then once but someone had beaten her to it. She was a new super senshi, it seemed not long after the failed operation she had upgraded but the details to all that were hers alone. She hadn't spoken to anyone from the BMC after the operation as she had as much to think about as anyone else. The things she had seen, there was a time when one had to stop for their own sanity.

The arguing was stupid, bickering between each other wouldn't get anywhere but yet something like Rota wouldn't work. It failed. The lost some, senshi had died, Lyra had corrupted, what was next?

"Are you wanting another Rota operation?" Sirius asked the question staring directly at Ares. "We can't do it. Not because of the fact that it was downright wrong but because we can't physically do it. We took too many. Have you ever stopped to think if maybe we had just taken one or two? Tanzanite has ******** wings now." There was more she wanted to say like the fact that actually they were just normal kids as well but she had learnt to block that away in the back of her mind somewhere. They wanted her dead, she had to remember that.

"If you are so keen on doing it again maybe it is worth you thinking of something different? Different areas... I don't know. Everyone in one place just caused our near destruction, whats going to happen next? Who will be the next Lyra or the sisters?" Sirius was getting angry now, partially because they had sworn to fight to make a difference but had they? Really? She would stand by Ares, there was no doubting that but she wouldn't torture anyone and she would not be part of a repeat of that last operation. They needed to do something different - completely different.

"What exactly is the plan to keep us alive and get them dead?" That was all she really wanted to know. A plan that meant everyone in this room would still be standing here once the operation was completed.
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