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The warning went out almost a week ahead of time. It was cryptic but firm; it was clearly not a suggestion.

"You will be attending a meeting Saturday the 10th at promptly 11pm."

Most probably knew well enough, or were warned by superiors, to take the invitation seriously and arrive on time. The few that did not have the good sense, however, would find themselves ripped from wherever they were and whatever they were doing by a power they could not fight. The dark throne room was filled to the brim with each and every member, but most of their attention would likely be drawn to the front of the room where a familiar but rarely seen presence made clear her impatience.

Even those who had only heard of her would know who she was from the sheer energy that flowed from her - It was Metallia. In her hazy, cloudy and ethereal form, some would find the sheer concentration of Chaotic energy almost like an oppressive fog surrounding them while others fed on it, exhilarated and excited. Sheer survival instinct, however, would have been enough to keep everyone silent as her voice boomed through the dimly lit room.

"Throughout the months and years our ranks have grown in size and strength. What started out with mere handfuls has grown to a true army over time, and you have all fought diligently against the oppression of those alien invaders."

"Between our growth and the ever-changing ebb and flow of battle, there arrives a time when things must change. Today is that day."

"Our strength is great, but it can always be better. You can all do better. The bodies of our enemies should litter the streets. The quickest and most efficient way to rid yourself of a problem is to obliterate it. It is true that there is information that can be gleaned and used, but do not be fooled. A mouse caught in a trap that doesn't kill it will always return. The only way to ensure the removal of a pest is to crush its bones beneath your foot." If her words weren't graphic enough, the slow tightening of her fist, a calculated motion that appeared to smother and crush the ethereal image of a silently writhing mouse, reaffirmed the message.

After the briefest of pauses, Metallia continued, her voice unwavering in her decree. "We need the destruction of our enemy. And to do that we need more energy. Starseeds from the Senshi and Knights are a bounty worth reward. The pulling of starseeds from civilians is permitted as they are useful - though limited - sources of energy, so be discrete and don't be too wasteful."

"To assist in expediting this gathering of energy we will be creating a new sub-faction within our ranks called the General Operatives that will be led by General Queen Laurelite. She will fill you in with the details." A hand motioned mildly to the General Queen that had been mentioned, who awaited not far away and gave a solemn nod of understanding and agreement.

"I have given you my praise and advice, which are not things I offer lightly. I suggest you all live up to my expectations. Insubordination and laziness will not be tolerated. Provide all you can for the Negaverse, and we will reward you in return. It would delight me if all of my future visits were to praise you all, my soldiers of Chaos, but I will only warn you once. I have no reservations culling those who do not live up to their potential. I am a powerful enemy, and you do not want to make me yours." No sooner had the words been spoken than Metallia took her leave, disappearing in a dark puff of smoke, taking with her the cloak of thick oppressive energy.

As people began to shift around and perhaps whisper or speak in response, the General Queen Laurelite made her way to where Metallia once stood. Tiny and delicate compared to her predecessor, she nonetheless cleared her throat with authority.

"You have heard the will of Metallia. Take what she has said to heart and never forget how you felt today in her presence. It is through her powers and Chaos that we will protect and reclaim the Earth."

"I have a few points of information to touch on before this meeting is dismissed. Please hold any questions until I have finished."

Lifting a finger, the small crystal hovering above it illuminated, further drawing attention towards her. "The new sub-faction under my leadership will be known as the General Operatives. All new recruits to the Negaverse will begin in this sub-faction and it is here that they will learn what is required of them. As the name suggests, it is a less focused grouping allowing for many different tasks. Some within it may focus on gathering energy while others may focus on patrolling or engaging the enemy. As recruits move through the ranks they may choose to move into one of the more specialized sub-factions if it fits them better. If not, they are free to remain in the General Operatives and continue their work there while assisting the newer recruits in their training. Those currently within other sub-factions that would like to transfer into the new one are free to by going through the proper channels."

Giving a moment for the information to sink in, a second finger lifted upwards where another crystal illuminated. Point two. "To help inspire you all to greatness and in response to the good work you have all done, the General Kings and Queens have devised a small treat for you. - medals to display proudly and signify your achievements."

"Your hard work and effort will be clearly visible through the medals of honor. Some are more simplistic, awards for time in service or for successful task completions. Unique medals for extraordinary work, however, are also possible. Those that have proven their worth and amassed more medals of honor will find themselves privileged with more opportunities for special missions."

"Your superiors will keep you informed as to when we will begin to hand these out."

A third finger brought forth a third glowing crystal and a slight shift in stance.

"Finally, I would like to note that the alliance with the Dark Mirror Senshi has.. changed."

"Given the disappearance of their leader and the rash of wraith attacks on our own members they have become more of a liability then an asset. This does not mean you should hunt them down or attack them in the same way you do our true enemies. Do not let yourself become too distracted in your dealings with the Dark Mirror Senshi either, your focus remains with our enemies, the White Moon Senshi and Knights. But if you are engaged in battle by one of them or their monsters you can and should fight back."

"If you have made personal connections with any of the members you are free to continue working with them. Just remember the Negaverse is your true family. If you prefer not to assist them in any way we will not force you. The exact strength of our alliance is fluid and if they, in the future, have more to offer us as a group we will review our alliance and make changes as necessary. But for the time being, view them however you please. Refrain from direct, unelicited slaughter as we are not true enemies, but other than that make up your own minds as to how much you would like to trust or work with them, if at all."

With a flick of the wrist the light of the three crystals faded before the stones fell quietly into Laurelite's palm, and were just as quietly whisked away.

"If you have any questions you may ask them now. Otherwise you are dismissed and free to do as you please."



You have 2 weeks from this date to post in this rp if you would like to before we lock it. You may react to the information, chat among other members, or ask questions if you so please. After the allotted time the rp will be locked, but whether you post or not it is assumed your character was present.

[People may also pester Xenotime!]

Captain Xenotime had needed no warnings to arrive on time. Not when she was eager to prove her worth. Her own ambitious drive was enough to ensure she got there when needed, and it was the new found role of a team leader(albeit for a somewhat small team, for now) that ensured a certain bomber jacket wearing lieutenant, and storm bringing Corrupted senshi also arrived on time. General-King Zankenite had requested she impress him, she was intending to, by whatever means, large or small.

So Xenotime was there, standing with her arms crossed, weight resting on one curved hip as she waited somewhat anxiously for the meeting to begin. Charcoal eyes stealing quick, furtive glances towards the hazy, chaos drenched figure at the head of the room. She knew who it was, instinctively, without so much as a word mentioned about her. Her presence was unexpected, and the Captains uncertainty at the situation was very apparent in the tight set of her shoulders and just how close she was keeping to Bornite and Typhon. An automatic protective response when faced with such sheer power.

The teen actually flinched when Metallia began to speak, but her shoulders loosened minutely as she continued and tone and context suggested she was pleased with them. That was an overwhelming relief. She ha dnever had the miss fortune of bringing the negative attention of any superiors, let alone Her, down upon her, but she knew, somehow, that she never wanted to be helpless and at their mercy.

As battle hungry as Captain Xenotime was she was pleased by what Metallia was saying. Subtlety and energy gathering were not her strength. She had joined Spec-Ops for a reason. The mention of civilians though did wipe the cold smile from her face, and she felt a sudden rush of fear for the ones she cared for that had no way to protect themselves.

The new faction created for those freshly corrupted was a wonderful idea. Some took to their new role wonderfully, while others felt lost. A guiding hand and strong influence was needed for those unfortunate recruits that did not flourish right from the jump.

As Metallia finished and took her leave Xenotime glanced to the side, searching Bornite's face before General-Queen Laurelite's much softer voice drew her attention forward again. She listened quietly though out the more detailed explanation of the General Operatives, though when medals were mentioned she couldn't help but grin. There it was, recognition that was impossible to ignore.

The final announcement on the Dark Mirror Senshi pulled no real response from the Captain. She had yet to encounter any from that court, so she had no real opinion on them. She would continue to treat them as she would have before. None violence would be met with none violence.

As the General-Queen took her leave the Captain turned to the Lieutenant beside her, certain of the near endless flood of questions and comments he was about to rain down on her.

He didn't though. He stood next to her looking small and lost, his eyes roaming the assemblage silently.

It's us or them, he reasoned inwardly, but he felt like he was convincing himself.

He thought of Dustin and Porsha who fed him and cracked jokes, and Ever who always lent him a cigarette or bummed one, and Zac who gave him a fiver when he thought he was a homeless kid who needed it and didn't even ask for it back when he found out that wasn't the case.

And then he thought about Typhon, Xenotime, Ilmenite, and Zink.

The second seemed worlds apart from the first.

He looked at her, finally, and smiled a weak smile. "Lot to take in," he said quietly.

"I used to keep pet mice," he whispered, not even looking at her. And that wasn't it, not really. That had made him cringe--he'd actually looked away--but it wasn't that. Just the larger implications of everything surrounding that moment in time.

He gave himself a shake. "I'm fine," he reassured her, voice level. "I mean. A warzone isn't where you expect to find a lot of sunshine and daisies."

Xenotime's smile slipped at the mention of mice, and her hand on his arm tightened. She wanted to believe he was fine, but there was something in his face that said it wasn't 100% true.

She blinked As Typh added his two cents, lips twisting in a half frown as she looked over her shoulder at him. "I am ever amazed at your colorful analogies." Grey eyes rolled, head shaking, but she couldn't help but smile. It wasn't in the least bit professional, but it did help to cut the tension. That was good right now.

It was lucky for him that she didn't catch the vulgar gestures going on behind her, she probably would have elbows him in the gut.

Or maybe just laughed.

The trek to the meeting soon proved interesting, with the addition of a rather poorly dressed new senshi hoping for a ride. Normally Bischofite would've paid the man no mind, but in the manner he asked... Not only was he parched for words, but mildly bewildered as well. In his urgency to answer the call, he silenced the lewd prattling of the senshi with an abrupt teleport.

And he rather appreciated the impromptu expulsions after. He kept walking, even when the blonde didn't.

When he eyed the audience accumulated for the meeting, a great many of the agents looked unfamiliar to him. There were a smattering of individuals he'd met before, including some he'd rather avoid for the remainder of his tenure within the Negaverse, but overall he found it much to his taste to take a seat next to a stranger. Less chance of errant conversation that way.

And as he sat, his eyes fixated on the source of absolution.

The swirling, swaying perfection that belted out her phrases with such glorious, iniquitous power that he remained transfixed on her without another thought in his mind. She stole all of him - his attention, his admiration, his utter trepidation. And she held all these things without even an iota of effort. Did she even acknowledge his existence? It didn't matter - for now he's seen a destination so great, so glorious in her presence, that it no longer mattered what he wanted. In fact, he wanted nothing - nothing more than to listen to every word electrify his ears and placate his senses into this dull serenity.

And she brought news far worth heeding. Not only did she yield compliments just shy of goadings, but another interesting addition to the Negaverse: a fourth branch. One lead by the tantalizingly beautiful and muted General-Queen Laurelite.

The only downside was the vast increase in energy quota.

Were that not one of his sole duties within the Negaverse, he would have no complaints about his place within the faction. However, they relied on the reserves brought in to accumulate power within their ranks, and he was required to follow suit, much to his disdain. Energy gathering... What a noncommittal means of amassing power. Couldn't they simply mount a collection of starseeds, and in turn a heap of deaths to reflect their might? Why couldn't fear prove a powerful instigator?

But none of that mattered - for now his undying enthrallment with the leader of chaos, Metallia, faded. As she dissipated within the air, the lithe stature of Laurelite took her place. The spell broke, he no longer heeded her words with such unrestrained interest. He sat disenchanted with the affair - disgusted with the thought of medals, though he knew he would never receive them himself. Now more of their ranks would clamor for recognition.

Perhaps it was for the best. But for him... Hearing Metallia once more, beholding her visage once more, was motivation enough to pursue the needs of the Negaverse.

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Adonis didn't even understand what the captain was so frazzled about. All he asked was if the babe would hitch him a ride to the Negaverse, and he received a glare that stripped paint from the walls. What was wrong with calling him babe, or asking for a ride? Sure, the face paint was a little strange, but to each his own. Kinks aside, the boy still gave him a lift, and he only copped a minor feel in response.

He wasn't too happy about that either, but at least it was harmless.

The meeting room was loaded with officers of all types, he guessed, from bizarre and cumbersome uniforms to highly professional (and admittedly) alluring ones. Who might he charm into a little action to pass the inevitably boring meeting here? Given all the choices around the room, all he'd have to find was an empty seat or empty lap. Preferably the latter.

And to his great pleasure, he found a seat just beyond a rainbow-haired captain and his redheaded friend. They looked like fine gentleman; why not take a seat and strike up some lewd conversation to pass the meeting without a hitch? So after crossing through the leagues of seats, he took to the chair and began to employ his rather forward sense of humor, but a sudden chill of sheer trepidation shocked him out of his typical behavior. Something wholly vile collected at the front of the room, speaking in tongues unnatural to the earth. How could something like that exist? More importantly, why is it that everyone in the room was still alive, given all the inky blackness shirked off by its intangible form?

Metallia's closing threat only aggravated matters, leaving him visibly shaken and pallid in color while General Queen Laurelite took the stand. She took to lighter topics, speaking of medals and a new branch for budding officers, but he found it hard to quell the adrenaline still fizzling through his veins. Was that truly their leader? Was he working for that blackened mass? A frightening thought indeed, but he'd become accustomed to intolerant gods.

So much for working his charms on the rainbow-haired fellow and his handsome friend.

As she rambled on in her professional demeanor, the prickling edges of fear slowly faded into nonexistence. Maybe what he saw wasn't entirely real. There was no way for him to confirm it now, right? For all he knew, that crow of a captain botched their teleport or something, and despite getting seriously ill afterward, the aftereffects remained and he hallucinated some dark god of the underworld as their leader. Maybe it was just Laurelite after all.

Something internally warned him that this train of thought amounted to nothing more than denial, but he didn't want to consider it right now.

No, he much preferred to consider the redhead sitting behind him.

"Would either of you fine captains like to take me home tonight?" He purred, knowing full well how loaded that sounded.

There were times when being Serpentine's close friend was a hassle, and Buddingtonite wasn't too pleased that he seemed to look right through him. What good was all this dark lighting if it didn't hide the bags or his exhaustion? His smile visibly faded, and he knew growing defensive over the question wouldn't have helped him, but he could never let a single slight go. "No, actually, I didn't get to drinking enough before coming in. An error I will certainly have to correct later."

As for the look like hell comment, he'd refuse to even acknowledge it! Probably because he was right and he was in no condition to try to argue with him. Best to just ignore the statement and hope that something or someone caught his attention instead, and lo and behold a Corrupt Senshi was just what the doctor ordered. Despite his fatigue, he wore nothing but a sly smile at the senshi that approached them, and he pulled himself off of Serpentine, all the better to welcome this newcomer to his presence. He was certainly easy on the eyes, and so straight forward, too! Yes, this was certainly something that would brighten Buddingtonite's sullen mood. "Why, it would be an honor, my friend. After all, it is my duty to make sure our good Senshi friends are all safe and accounted for. Isn't that right, Serpentine?"

Now he gave his friend a nudge, perhaps chiding him on as payback for pointing out how drab he looked. Without waiting for his friend's dagger like stare, he turned his attention back to the senshi, and he made quick qork of introducing himself. "I am Captain Buddingtonite of the Infiltration branch. Who might you be? Well, besides new and oozing with charisma?"

The higher power of Metallia kept Acanthite transfixed while she spoke, as though her eyes could see all the wrongs that the corrupted senshi had ever committed. Acanthite just listened and nodded periodically, eyes wide with awe, and filled with the urgent feeling that these commands were imperative to her survival. She knew she was a senshi saved from death at the hands of these soldiers gathered with her, and she knew that she would have to live up to her position to hold their continued favor. Perhaps Zinkenite and Ilmenite had been to easy on her thus far; Acanthite would have to strive harder to keep pace with her allies. Her family.

The corrupted senshi's wits and breath returned to her as Metallia faded and Laurelite addressed the gathering, though she paid closest attention to these instructions as well. She knew her place was with Intelligence, since she seemed to already have some rapport with the purple-haired Sailor Irene.

Then she looked to the others gathered, to get to know their faces. Probably names would be good, too.

Seeing a small group gathering, the Senshi of the Cataract approached the trio, and attempted to push her way in to the introductions.

"Hey, I'm new, too. I'm Acanthite. Intelligence branch," she offered, bowing to each slightly by reflex.




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