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As a Negaverse senshi in service to Metallia, many things were provided for: protection, job security, career opportunities. Unfortunately, Carnelian's file had been tossed around in the wind since General-King Zinkenite was no longer available to oversee the direction of his recruits. Euclase was out of town and in hiding after an unsettling Order incident and Carnelian himself had not seen the General-King in years. There must be something more important to attend to (which he understood - there were things the upper echelons needed to do that someone of his rank would not need the details for).

That being said, Carnelian disliked feeling like a leaf in the wind, unable to control when and where he went. He was still a senshi, and thus considered a second-class citizen by some of the temporary Generals under which he'd been assigned. Finally, he'd gotten the gumption to request a transfer to someone more suitable to the redhead's needs. He wanted a General more flexible in thought and approachable in manner. Maybe that was impossible, but one such General was recommended - Jet.

Carnelian had never heard of the one called Jet, but there were many Generals since he'd been inducted into the Negaverse. Requesting an audience with the General as politely as he could manage, the Negaverse senshi waited patiently in Negaspace for his arrival.

Right down to business. I like that.

Carnelian stood up from his lounging spot on some ruin of a long-forgotten kingdom and dusted himself off, bowing to the General who was shorter than himself. Not that it mattered - size was no indication of power, and Jet was quite powerful in his own right. Youth, strength and cunning, all in one curly-haired package.

"I'm not selling anything, General Jet." came a velvety reply. "Your track record speaks for itself. General-King Axenite recommended you based on your skill and prowess. He mentioned you brought in four senshi just by yourself. That, combined with your status as General is incredibly impressive." It was an honest opinion of Jet's track record in the Negaverse. Axenite was studious in record keeping. "I was brought into the Negaverse by General-King Zinkenite, but I haven't seen him in years. Since then, I've been shuffled from one General to the next without much in the way of rhyme or reason. Do this, Carnelian. Turn in your energy. Work harder." With a resigned shrug, the redhead straightened his jacket. One must look presentable to one's superiors, after all.

With a short pause, the corrupted senshi continued. "I'm not asking for constant managerial oversight or babysitting, really. I've seen the eternals. I wouldn't mind that kind of power, but I'm painfully aware we shouldn't be running around without supervision. So, I propose a compromise, if you would be interested? I receive a General willing to touch base every so often, maybe say hello on occasion, and I work diligently to make you look better. Perhaps then I could receive a pair of those wings..."

Really, having a General that wasn't a total a*****e or completely dismissive would be fantastic in Carnelian's case. He was sure of it.

Well, this wasn't what he expected.

Most Generals had an ego to match their position, and justly so in most cases. Jet, however, surprised him in that the young General was a self-made man with honest uncertainty. That in an of itself made Jet more human than some of the powerhouses or the studious tacticians that had little regard for others more than pawns in their plan. While Carnelian himself was selfish to some extent, Jet's admission was... endearing. In a positive way.

"I didn't think the amount of recruits was very important," he started, fingers of one hand resting on his chin. Jet was younger, yes, and shorter, but more powerful and reserved respect. "The General-Sovereign stated you produced quality recruits in one way or another, for what it's worth. I tend to believe what the General-Sovereigns have to say, most of the time. One simply doesn't ascend to the rank of General without merit." It was a nonchalant shrug that followed. Carnelian wasn't testing Jet's resolve and wasn't calling any perceived bluff.

He rocked on his heels. "I do want power, yes, and to receive that power, a recommendation is usually required. It would behoove me to find a General willing to give that recommendation. However, as you might have read in my file, I have a wife elsewhere. I'm here to work on her behalf, as much as I can. A General without a human side would be terrible for me. General-Sovereign Axinite thought you might fit the bill, but didn't disclose your... distaste for people like me. General-Sovereign Zinkenite is too wrapped up in his own work to assist and Obsidian is... Obsidian..." A vague gesture and a frown followed.

"What are you looking for, General Jet? How can one be better?"

Carnelian gave him a short nod. "As you wish, Jet."

The only problem came at the question of what Carnelian could possibly teach Jet? He didn't have a clue what Jet knew and what he didn't, and the redhead himself didn't think he had very many applicable skills in this case. "Well, let's see... I'm fluent in French, I'm good with paperwork, I'm a decent cook, I work in a salon, so if you or someone you know needs work done..." Now came the real sifting. Did Carnelian know anything that might be interesting to Jet?

Jet wished to be better, he wished to learn by doing. That in and of itself was an admirable trait, one that Carnelian was attempting to learn for himself. Overcoming laziness was... difficult. "I'm... not sure I could teach you anything on the battlefield that you don't already know. I can't imagine you reached the rank of General without knowing a thing or two, Jet. Generals are adept at teleportation, aren't they? And can handle youma with ease." Not that Carnelian liked to hang around them... quite the opposite. They way youma looked at him like a piece of meat with legs was incredibly unsettling.

"I apologize, Jet. I'm not sure what I could offer to you that you might find useful? I happen to know Rigel. He mentioned he reports to you, and seems to be quite satisfied with your leadership abilities."