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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 10:20 am
General-King Howlite did not summon officers to her side, pulling them roughly from their lives and duties to make them answer before her. She knew the sensation, called by powers above, and while the power it took was capable of cowing others into subservience, it didn't suit her.
Instead, she used the communication devices they all had when powered, and requested the presence of several of the generals operating within her branch's scope. In advance.
Obsidian. Painite. Sassolite. Wolframite.
Warriors. Killers. Sacrificers. They did what had to be done for the mission of the Negaverse, and each one of them had spent more time in the ranks than she had. There was respect there. Acknowledgement. She'd met them all at various points and their strengths continued to outweigh their weaknesses.
It was about time they all coordinated more.
The Rift was the best place. Deep within the territory of Chaos, within the broken walls of a prior fortress, Howlite had staked out her office, the training grounds of her officers. Barracks. The Generals would arrive, and she would be waiting, standing behind a round, cracked table of stone with five chairs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 11:36 pm
Wolframite had been around since the time of Nealite and Charonite, when the Rift wasn’t around and starseed pulling from citizens was still a thing. Back then, he’d been a nervous greenhorn who threw up after killing anything and saluted his superiors like a major dork. A long time had passed since then, and as a General now, he’d seen people rise up in power, be killed, or become traitors. He was still here, but he was still deeply envious of those higher in rank than he was.
Aside from the few meetings here and there, Wolframite did not know Howlite. They never had an occasion to speak privately, and aside from turning in energy orbs, he kept to himself. It was only recently that he started to help the other officers with training, and he had never once had an actual team.
To be called now had him both nervous and curious, and he was there in no time since being called upon. From his time of Charonite and Queen Beryl, he pretty much knew never to keep anyone waiting EVER. He also was nervous that he was doing something wrong and that arriving early might make a better impression. It couldn’t hurt after all – well, it could hurt – A LOT.
Arriving in the fortress, something he rarely ever did considering it was usually teaming with youma in any of the old ruins, Wolframite stepped in to see Howlite behind the table. He did not sit yet, waiting to be told to do so. “General-Queen.” He said with a curt nod.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 10:35 am
Sassolite had been in with the negaverse for, well she wasn't sure, as long as Wolframite? Longer? It was anyones guess really unless someone knew, she had been there a really long time. She was also slightly jealous of those who had managed to power up quicker then her and those still above her, however she was a bit of a lone hunter and so she kept with it.
The call from Howlite was unexpected and tied knots in Sassolite's stomach. She was even more confused when she arrived to see Wolframite. Was this not about Nickeline then? She had lost a senshi, she had been purified and Sassolite was so sure that this was her punishment but maybe not?
She looked around sightly confused and just waited. Was Wolframite here to punish her too?
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 10:52 am
General Painite was all for meeting with other Negaverse soldiers, as she was still loyal to her teammates, as people. It was just their methods that she found her tastes were a bit more varied, these days. She at first though this meeting was about that, but her nerves calmed a bit when she saw others were invited as well.
She hadn't been scared, per se, but she had found herself wondering what she would do if she was told to stop. Ignore orders? She hadn't done that yet, but at this point in the game she was feeling stubborn and set.
At least she'd been here before, and entered with a grin on her face. The Rift was cool, she had to admit, though she didn't spend near enough time there. Maybe she would take more time to explore, now that she was giving almost all of herself to the Negaverse side of her life. It wasn't like she had much better to do, after all.
Spotting the table, nodding at Howlite and stepping around Wolframite, she made herself at home and took a seat. At least she sat upright, and looked excited.
"What's all this about, then?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 7:49 am
His teeth clicked together in a constant, grating rhythm that had started as soon as he'd received the summon to meet with the newest General-Queen. Howlite. He'd met her once, and apparently she'd gotten herself to the top of the ranks one way or another.
Tanzanite, Zinkenite, and now Howlite. It was enough to make his blood boil, but Obsidian had learned how to hold his tongue. Biding's one time could lead to greater opportunities--greater than getting himself cut down for being too mouthy, at any rate.
He moved soundlessly through the Rift, comfortable with the strangeness of it all while his eyes roamed over the others already standing in the distance. So he was the last one, hm? Fashionably late.
Lips twisting into a slight sneer, Obsidian's gaze was bold as it roamed over the three other generals before he dismissed them without even speaking. "Couldn't keep away from me, Howlite? I'm flattered." He drawled, absently slinging his long legs to the side as he took a seat upon the cracked stone table itself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 9:36 am
It was interesting and very illustrative of the way the Negaverse had been, the combination of fear, pride, jealousy, and distrust that the Old Guard had amongst each other and when encountering superior officers. Howlite had none of that, and didn't regret her decision to invite all of the generals together, taking the idea of private admonishment off the table.
They arrived in an unsurprising order, and she greeted them in turn, respectful, quickly, but without any tension. "Generals," She gestured to the table for the benefit of Wolframite an Sassolite. "Please, take a seat."
Painite needed no such invitation, and the blonde waited, expecting one more. Obsidian didn't disappoint, though Howlite may have by not indulging his lazy flirtation.
Instead, she got started.
"It's time to get our officers in shape," The blonde wasn't the type to avoid the issues, preferring to address them and move on. "Physically, mentally, emotionally. Some seem to have forgotten that we're soldiers.
We're not Zinkenite's team of gossips, and we know that this mission is more important than who we are on the street. We're here to do the dirty work, and we need to make sure our recruits are capable of it."
It was shameful, how many of them didn't know how to throw a punch, how many of them didn't recall anything from orientation. They needed to train harder. They needed to be stronger, faster, meaner.
"I need your help." Howlite wasn't afraid to admit it, to ask for cooperation that had been sorely lacking in the backstabbing nature of the upper ranks. "You are our deadliest, most experienced officers, and it's time to remind both our allies and our enemies why."
Time to sharpen the blade of their branch.
"There have been some... Changes, in regime."
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