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((This RP takes place the night of the city council attacks in October, immediately following the events of that night.))

Lieutenant Osumilite sat on the floor of his apartment, the sleeve of his powered suit drenched in blood, clenching onto a the starseed of the deceased Sailor Salar lying on his carpet. Beside him was his mother's corpse, burned by the electrical shock of the Senshi.

That Senshi. That terrorist. He had barged into his home, threatened him, and killed his mother. He got what he deserved - the cold, bitter embrace of death. Osumilite was torn between his emotions of anger and sadness, hopelessly confused at what his next move shall be. He needed help - he knew that much - and had called for the aide of General-King Zinkenite for his assistance.

Although he had not called very long ago at all, every second since his call felt like an hour as he stared at the bloodbath of corpses. What has he gotten himself into? His mother was dead. Yet there was a strange feeling of...relief. He loved her, sure; but she had always been quite the burden on him, especially lately. He felt that parts of his humanity, what little of his coldheart had warmth, had been slowly cooling down ever since his induction to the Negaverse.

The war had jaded him and he started to feel that outside the Negaverse and himself (though mostly himself), the only people he found himself truly caring for was his son and his son's mother. It scared him to think that he could possibly lose his affection towards them as well.

"Damnit," he muttered to himself, trying to not let his mind go down that route. "Where the hell is Zinkenite?"

“He killed her,” he said. The words simply fell off his lips as if he were unconvinced that it was the truth. “The Senshi barged in here, threatening me and tried to kill me. She…she got caught up in all of it and paid the price.” He looked up from the floor, his eyes meeting with Zinkenite’s. “And then I killed the son of a b***h.”

He did not present the starseed to Zinkenite – it wasn’t for him. He had someone else that he promised his first Senshi’s starseed to, but that would have to be taken care of later.

“What do I do?” he asked. He was lost. “I can’t let the public find out about this, it will raise too much suspicion about my role in all of it. I can’t have my apartment be turned into a crime scene. I need to stay in a neutral distance away from this war if I want to keep the public’s trust.”

Osumilite was silent - certainly an unusual state for him - as his mind puzzled together the pieces of what must be done. It pained him for his mind to even go where it needed to, but simply had to be done.

"We need to move the bodies. Both of them. We need to make my mother's death look like it happened on the streets at the hands of some terrorists," he explained. "As for the b*****d who killed her...we need to hide his body. I'll take off from work when my mother is found, say I need time to grieve. Because I do." He paused to exhale slow. "When I return to work I won't take any questions, we'll see if I can leave this all in the past."

"I can't do that to my own mother," Osumilite was nervous. His gut was twisted in knots, but it had to be done. Right? "I can't take care of that on my own." His eyes slowly glossed across the room.

"I need to take care of this mess anyways, get this place cleaned up." It was only then that he began to cry. It wasn't a large whimper, but there were slow tears forming as he covered his face in his hands. "I ******** up Zink. I ******** real bad. This a mess."

He exhaled slowly again, trying to calm himself; get himself back together. He couldn't let his superior see him cry. Especially not a superior that is roughly fifteen years his junior.

"No," Osumilite said, stopping himself from acting like a baby. He wasn't going to let his superior see him at such a moment of weakness. "He had no idea I was in the Negaverse until the moment my hand went through his chest. He isn't telling anyone." Osumilite nearly laughed at this twisted sense of humor of that, but it only came off as a soft chuckle.

When Zinkenite disappeared with his mother's body and then reappeared minutes later without it, his heart sank. She was truly gone. There was some sense of relief, though, in a strange way. Her corpse was no longer in front of him, which brought him peace.

"I can't dispose of the Senshi's body. Not without teleporting, it would attract way too much attention," Osumilite said, a bit more together than before.

The physical pain of Chaos consuming more of his body, granting him more power, was nothing compared to the emotional pain he was trying now to keep hidden. In fact, it almost felt encouraging. His hard work and loyalty was paying off in the best of ways.



He had been promoted to Captain Awesome(ilite).

He smiled. t was a true, classic, Tag-Swagger-trademarked-smile.

"Now lets do what needs to be done," he said through his grin.