TFF: Assault on Yaoi!

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

Night One. USS Sojourner. Geosynchronous Orbit Over TFFA City. 2129 Local Time.

"I'm not picking up any other warp-capable starships that I can see, but judging from the subspace noise on the planet below and various ships in-system that they seem to employ vessels with some kind of faster than light capability," T'Kal reported, looking over her sensor readouts. "There is a vessel approaching."

"What have we got on it, Wyn?" Carter asked.

"Dual-fusion drive propulsion," the Angosian replied, looking over her readouts. "Well armed with missile weapons and what look like X-ray lasers and three heavy particle cannons. Looks to be patrol boat sized."

"Shields?" Carter asked. Wyn shook her head.

"It doesn't look like it, but there's some strange variations in the sensor systems..."

"I'm working on it, Wynnie!" Haro said.

"So, does it have an FTL drive of any kind?" Castor pressed. T'Kal checked her readouts and nodded.

"Yes sir."

"Good! Then the Prime Directive doesn't apply," Carter said with a smile. "Open a channel to the vessel, Saffron."

"Sir, there is the issue of this being another universe and-" Castor began, before being interrupted by his captain.

"After the so-called 'Mirror, Mirror' incident, Starfleet Regulation 1, Section KA was added. 'In the case of civilizations of parallel universes, Starfleet personnel are authorized to make contact with said civilizations provided they do not fall under Sections A through G Prime Directive Qualifications.'"

"In other words, since they can give Einstein the finger, it's all good?" Haro translated. Carter nodded.

"Exactly."

"Channel open, sir," Saffron said. She glanced over at her boyfriend at the helm with a wink. Koroshiya just sighed as the captain sat up straight.

"This is Captain Adam Carter, of the Federation starship Sojourner."

Accompanied with this statement were variations on the standard Federation greeting, which were designed to be interpreted by pretty much any space-faring civilization as "We are explorers from another civilization, we come in peace, and we'd really appreciate it if you didn't shoot us."

T'Kal, meanwhile, continued to track any other ships in the solar system. She raised an eyebrow-There were quite a lot of them. And a significant number were much, much bigger than them.

OOC:

Edited.

 

[Rooster455]

Night One, Streets of TFFA, 2130 Hours Local

With a quick look around, Ricky confirmed that there were no Yaoists nearby and then dashed across the street into an alleyway. Fights between TFFers and Yaoists were taking their toll on the surrounding areas and Ricky, outgunned as he was, had decided to stay out of the way and stick to the back alleys.

Running north through the alley Ricky started thinking of somewhere to get some heavier firepower. The Acadamy Complex had an extensive anti-Yaoi armoury, but it was too far away. The only logical choice was the TFFHQ.

So caught up in planning his next move he realized too late that he had reached the end of the alleyway. Four Yaoists turned, surprised, towards Rooster, who was equally shocked. After half a moment of just gaping at each other, the Yaoists whipped out their weapons as Rooster beat a hasty retreat back into the alley.

"Join the Yaoi!" One of them called, firing something from the rifle she carried.

The projectile shot past Rooster's neck and embedded in a nearby dumpster. As he ran past, Ricky got a look at what she had shot.

A tranquilizer dart?! Oh, frak! Their trying to capture me!! He thought. Well, to hell with that!

Grabbing a flash grenade from its clip on his belt, Rooster pulled the pin and held the handle. He would need perfect timing not to catch himself in the effects of the 'flash-bang'.

"Just surrender!" The Yaoist from before called. "We can find someone who will love you!"

Ricky released the handle on the grenade and counted to three before jumping into the air, twisting around at the same time. Using his momentum he threw the grenade straight down the alley at Yaoists, who tried to dive for cover. Completing the turn, his feet met the ground for an instant before he dove off to the side, into a joining alleyway. Clenching his eyes shut and covering his ears, he waited for the five second fuse to-

BANG!!!

Looking around the corner at the smoking scorch mark, a line from his history books popped up in his head.

"Nuts." He snarled at the Yaoists. He knew they weren't dead, but he had delayed them.

Resuming his run north, Rooster finally reached the armored walls surrounding the TFFHQ. Fortunantly, there were no problems verifying his ID and he was allowed access to the defense armoury they housed there.

Picking up a new assault rifle Ricky also stocked up on anti-Yaoi bullets for the rifle and his pistol. Each round had been infused with the essence of Yuri. How, he didn't know and he probably didn't want to. He also stocked up on other items who might come in handy later, including lots of explosives.

Thus armed, Rooster wished the soldiers on guard luck before running back into the streets. He had a hanger to get to.

 

[twin blade]

Ignore.

 

[Marisa]

Night One, Streets of TFFA City, 9:40 PM

Marisa considered herself fortunate. Using her levitation abilities, she effortlessly jumped from roof to roof, avoiding conflict and randomly sending down a beam of death from above when needed. It would not do, after all, to lower their chances of success by ignoring the various Yaoibots roaming around.

There was an advantage to traveling midair using magic; she could maneuver while in flight, as opposed to the momentum a normal jump had. Already there were several close calls where a Yaoibot would come out of nowhere and shoot a laser at her. She would dodge it, throw a killing beam, and continue on her way.

She was making good time, yes, but where the heck was that hangar?

Instinctively, Marisa dodged to the side as a dart whizzed past her head. A Yaoist was below her, smiling that creepy smile she really didn't want to see.

"Join us!"

Marisa ignored the call. The Yaoist was directly below her now.

She knew the weakness of Yaoists. Their polar opposite, Yuri. She really didn't have a sexual preference, but being an avid reader, she had read a lot of...things.

Maybe...

Marisa quickly focused her thoughts around herself and her older, sexy, voluptuous sister, Marisa B, in a very sexually compromising position. Truth be told, she was already attracted to her older sister in a physical manner, so it wasn't very difficult to conceive.

Now, the application. From what she read, she had to focus on her feelings, saturate her magic with it, and fire.

And she did.

The now-whiter beam moved downwards, hitting the Yaoist headon. The corrupted girl screamed in agony as her flesh seemed to flay off her bones, floating into the air for a moment before turning into nothing.

A crater was all that was left of her as she landed on the next roof.

She knew about the side effects of these kinds of attacks. It tended to intensify the feeling after every use. This one was no different. She had to consciously repress the urge to be 'alone', or assault the nearest attractive female.

Remind me never to do that often...

Having more or less centered herself, Marisa continued her journey, only sparing a momentary glance at the gathering ships in the skies above her head.

 

[Xaosite]

Night One, Streets of TFFA City, 9:42 PM

Xaosite walked casually down the street, as if he was going on an afternoon stroll, while all around him, battle went on. Not battles, but literally a battle, as he was surrounded on all sides by Yaoist troops attepmpted attacks from all sides. The key word is "attempted" as for all their effort at striking a slow moving target making no visible attempt to dodge, not one single attack was able to connect.

"Luck it just not with you guys tonight. Believe me, I should know." He said, cheeky smirk on his face as he continued walking down the streets. He knew exactly where he needed to go, guided by the fact that this was TFF, and the direction the big explosions were going was no doubt where the party was.

"Damn you to hell! At least fight back!" One screamed at him, charging without any further regard to any sort of tactics or strategy, weapon dropped to the ground with the full intent to tear him limb from limb with her bare hands. "You cannot get lucky forever! Your eHURK!!" The last came as, with the same casual ease, he took a step forward and hit her straight in the gut with his fist, leaving her to collapse to the ground unconsious.

"Actually, I rather think I can get lucky forever, or close enough, at least." He looked around at the other Yaoists, who had paused their attacks at this exchange and were leaning against each other, gasping with exhaustion. "Well, shall we continue?" He said, that infuriating grin still on his face.

With that, half of them gave up and simply collapsed to the ground, while the other half threw down their weapons in frustration and stormed off.

"Well, there was no need to be such poor sports about it." He said, and continued on down the street.

 

[Ray]

Night One, Ruins of Zaraki's, 9:38 PM

Ray swept through the ruins, blades flashing at every turn, the White magic imbued into them destroying enemies at a single strike. The fangirls, however, numbered in the dozens, and though the near-mentally retarded grunts were easily dispatched, the actual warriors and lieutenants were skilled enough to present an increasing threat.

'How could so many of their forces have infiltrated here anyways? The shock from the terrorist must have been worse than I thought.'

Sighing to himself, he quickly dispatched another fangirl, only to find his blades quickly clashing with those of another pair of fangirls. He took a good look at them as he fended off their attacks and placed some distance between them - Yaoist warriors, definitely. Though they were smiling evilly, their faces showed none of the outward madness and disfigurement of the standard, Yaoi plague-corrupted fangirl.

"Well, ladies," Ray muttered, "to what do I owe the pleasure of such attention?"

Their smiles widened. The fangirl to his left, ignoring him, leaned in and whispered something to the ear of her comrade. With a vague sense of terror, Ray caught the phrase "gay Cloud."

"They'd make such a cute couple!" the other girl squealed in response, looking at Ray's horrified face in undisguised glee, "Get him!"

The fangirls charged, swords aimed low to strike at his legs. Ray bent down and parried, then backflipped away, his boots catching one of the fangirls in the face as he did so. As the girl clutched at her broken nose, Ray pressed the attack against her comrade, pushing her back until knocking her sword out of her hands and sending her crashing against the other girl, knocking both of them to the floor. Before they could get back up, three glowing doujin pages materialized around them, attaching to their bodies and purifying them in a flash of white light.

Ray was gone before the dust had cleared, charging headlong into another group. Though the fangirls brought up their swords, they could not expect what came next - as Ray jumped towards them, his whole body seemed to dissipate, and in his place materialized a cloud of extremely sharp golden doujin pages, which instantly enveloped the fangirls.

Screams followed.

Seconds later, Ray rematerialized, looking behind at the flayed skeletons and grimacing as he dusted off his white coat.

"Gay Cloud..." he muttered, "what's next, shitting dick nip-"

BOOM!

A new explosion rocked the place as another squad of Yaoibots and fangirls burst in, destroying the last traces of the building ever being a bar. Quickly recovering from the shockwave, Ray shook his head.

"This is getting ridiculous, if I keep at this I'll never get to the hangar. Serena!"

He spotted his apprentice ravaging through another group of Yaoibots, deftly dodging their laser beams as she destroyed the robots one by one with powerful blasts of magically pressurized wind. Rushing towards her, he leapt over the destroyed husk of a robot and grabbed her hand, pulling her back. She turned around, glaring angrily at the interruption.

"Ray! What the fuck-"

"We're getting out of here, hang on!"

"What do you me-augh!"

She never finished, as at that moment a flash of light enveloped her and both she and Ray dissipated into another cloud of doujin pages, which moved upwards, through the destroyed rooftop, moving, flying over the wreckage, over the houses, the fangirls, and a seemingly stranded female mage, out into the night.


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OOC: Accurate timestamps... ugh. *surrenders*

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

Night One. High Orbit Over TFFA City. 2143 Local Time.

Along with the Yaoibots currently fighting on the surface, the Yaoist Fleet had left behind a number of armed drones to observe TFFA, support their ground forces and, if need be, attempt to shoot down any TFF vessels that crossed their paths. They were basically missiles with sensors-They'd accelerate towards a confirmed target, squeal to the nearest Yaoist ship, and detonate on impact. If the TFF ship survived, they were usually crippled and thus easy pickings.

Three such drones were within range of the Sojourner when she appeared, but they had no frame of reference from which to identify what faction the vessel might belong to. In addition, Sojourner's sensor countermeasures made obtaining a detailed profile on her difficult at best.

Still, without a cloaking device, Sojourner could only minimize certain aspects of her sensor profile. Visible light and infrared were not two of them.

With this in mind, they sent burst transmissions of the information they could get, just before their systems were fried by Sojourner's active sensor arrays lighting up.

Fortunately for Squall, these pulses were too precisely aimed to effect him beyond making a lot of static over his radio. If they had been directed at him, his electronics would have been completely baked.


Night One. USS Sojourner Geosynchronous Orbit Over TFFA City. 2144 Local Time.

"Haro?" Carter asked. "What did you just do?"

The blue skinned, white-haired young woman looked over her shoulder.

"The passive sensors were receiving indications of being probed, so I used a tight beam sensor pulse to each source to figure out what was being so curious."

"And?"

"Three probes of some kind, each armed with a fusion warhead," Wyn reported. She raised her eyebrows at Haro. "Not bad."

"Awww! You do appreciate me, Wynnie!" Haro squealed, reaching over and hugging the tactical officer. Wyn's eyebrow twitched.

"Haro get off me!"

"But this is such an important step-!"

"GET OFF ALREADY!"

Carter rolled his eyes and turned back to Saffron. "Any response to our hail?"

"None so far," Saffron said.

"Maybe the UT isn't working?" Dirk speculated. Saffron shrugged.

"Or maybe it's taking them some time to decipher our standard greeting..."

"Or they're going to attack," Wyn grumbled. "HARO!"

"You don't have to be such a grouch!" Haro said, letting Wyn go and sitting back in her chair with a pout. Dirk sighed.

"With all the confusion going on, it's hard to tell just what we've stumbled into. We also did just fry three attack satellites..."

"Hopefully they won't take it as such," Carter said. "We were just trying to figure out what they were..."

"Yeah... Think I set things a bit too high," Haro admitted.

 

[Preventer Squall]

Nara quickly put out a search for anything about a 'USS Sojourner', or a 'Federation' that wasn't of Yaoi origin. No matches worther mentioned. She would have replied this sooner, had the computer not caught sight of the Yaoi satellites apparently making their way to the Sojourner. "Squall, there are attack drones heading towards their ship, of confirmed yaoi design and attack vectors. Should we hail the ship back anyway?"

"We don't have a choice." He grunted as he hefted the torpedo into place. "Otherwise, we look damned fishy. Just go with it."

*Sigh* "Understood." She replied before activating the comms again. "This is Nara of the ship Merquis, Sojourner. We were trying to find out anything about your 'Federation' vessel, and came up empty. I gather you're new to this part of space." Nara replied to the vessel, though there was only her voice going over the comm. No visual, which made sense since there wasn't anyone there really talking to them.

 

[roting_CORPSE]

Night: One, City Streets, 9:40


'well that could have gone better.'. CORPSE thought aloud as he discarded his now trashed Seige Unit, his launcher seems to be ok but still he took some damage during that fight.

Thats the one downside of going in Siege Mode VERY poor mobility, the whole encounter was basically him firing and him taking fire.though he's glad that there WAS enough mobility left for him to maneuver the Siege Kit and use it as a shield especially when those yaoist mages throws some very powerful magic. he also mentally thanked what ever deity that his armor only got minor dent and damage, since a yaoist managed to get in close and tried to hack and slash her way through the armor, like a kid beating the crap out of a pinata trying to get the candy inside. scary sight that was.


"w-why resis- it. . . be better if y-you ju-ack blrehgh! surrender" a near dead yaoist said strangled and barely coherent manner.

looking down on the mess of fire, ruble, scrap iron, oil, flesh and blood RC looked at the barely living yaoi fangirl. "you freaks just wont stay dead won't you?. . . and as for why? its a multitude of reasons really, nothing you need to know though" with that said he raised his metallic foot and brought it down her head killing her instantly.

"maybe stepping on her head was not a good idea. . . I hope this washes off" he said trying to wipe the blood and brain off the sole of his robotic foot by wiping it on enemy corpse's clothes.

looking around him it'd looks like making his way back to the Bar was going to be impossible as the enemy's number seems to have doubled and his internal radar was picking up more of those yaoi ships. looks like he's alone for a while 'Oh well I guess I'll try and help some civilians then, god knows how many those sicko's have abducted' he said in his mind.

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

Night One. USS Sojourner. Geosynchronous Orbit Over TFFA City. 2147 Local Time.

"Merquis, this is Sojourner. We are most definitely new. We had a bit of trouble with an experiment involving our FTL drive," Carter replied. "Could you tell us where we are, and what the local situation is?"

Koroshiya, meanwhile, adjusted Sojourner's course to evade the now harmless kill sats as they drifted along, their electronics completely fried.


Night One. USS Sojourner. Sickbay. 2147 Local Time.

"Well, other than the nausea, how do you feel?" Kes asked Crewman Smoath. The enlisted man groaned and rubbed the top of his head.

"Er... Fine... Just..." He looked at Kes in concern. "Are we in another universe?"

Kes sighed, and nodded. "That's the current situation, yes." She could acutely feel the young man's fear, and gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't worry. We've been in worst situations before, and we always got home, right?"

"Yeah, but uh... What if Captain Carter becomes some kind of power mad wacko now that we're totally free from Starfleet?" He asked worriedly. Kes raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't been through 'Pirate Day' yet, have you?"

"Huh?" He asked. Kes laughed and patted him on the shoulder, while using a hypospray to administer a nausea relief medication.

"Crewman, don't worry. I know the Captain. He would have to be a tightly-wound, sexually repressed, caffeine addicted control freak to do that, and does he seem like any of those things?"

"Well, no... Not so far... But ever since I served under Captain Janeway..." He trailed off and shivered. Kes sighed, nodding in sympathy.

"Relax, he's nothing like her." She smiled. "In fact, being in another universe like this, with our current crew, is most definitely going to be fun!"

"Fun?" He asked.

"Just wait until the next Pirate Day, and you'll understand," she said. "Now, c'mon, back to duty."

"Yes ma'am," he said, getting off the biobed and heading out. Kes chuckled and shook her head. She then frowned, and closed her eyes.

That's odd... I'm sensing something from below...

Actually, a lot of things were beginning to react to her psychic powers. T'Kal had said that the transition to another universe would probably involve variations on the laws of physics, which was why their sensor systems were still adjusting, but psychic activity...

She zeroed in on what was a "new source" of psychic energy, burning brightly like a new star, and tried to get some surface thoughts. She winced at the chaotic jumble she received, but she did manage to sort through it just enough to get a name.

Watashiwa...

 

[Legacy|iB]

Slums, crossing over to the commercial district, 9:45 PM

As the chaos began spreading from the slums, a lone and wounded Yaoist staggered down a sidewalk - intent on following that curious boy she had seen back at the bar.

...or was this boy really a girl?

It was that loud hockey player - the one with the red...sweater? It had a stylized burning letter 'C' on the front, but what was it called? When they first attacked the bar, that hockey player was a girl, but had suddenly turned into a boy.

How did he/she/it do that? Just who was this strange person?

While logic - a strange and rather contradictory 'characteristic' of most Yaoists - told her she should have fell back and recuperated, and perhaps read one of her Naruto/Sasuke doujins to help recover, she wanted to see this bizarre individual at least once more.

How was she supposed to react? She had just found a person who could switch from male to female in an instant! She was already imagining the possibilities - a female to turn to the Yaoi side and think as a Yaoist...a male to transform to and play and toy with and to enact their scenes of sinful pleasures...

By the Great Fangirl, the thought of it alone was already making her wetter than October!

Supporting herself on a wall, she hurried. As she reached the border between the Slums and the commercial district, she spotted the red sweater of the male/female person. He/she/it was surrounded - Yaoibots from the slums and a contingent of Yaoists who had secured positions in the commercial district.

The Yaoist waited, and watched - hoping to watch something worth risking her life and safety for.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Heh...you thinking what I'm fuckin' thinking?!" Legacy-ko chimed.

Legacy sighed. He was a clean hockey player. While he didn't mind dropping the gloves or putting out some cheap hits or shots, he wasn't like his sister. He didn't live on stunts like that. He wanted to play a good game of hockey - great goals, great saves, and perhaps a few good hits and fights.

But it wasn't like he had much of a choice by now. Legacy knew what he had to do. He had to get to the hangar, and that meant getting through the commercial district. But that also meant finding a way through the Yaoists in front of him and trying to not get murdered by the robots behind him.

"Fine, just this once..." Legacy said.

He skated around in a wide circle to pick up some momentum. As he did, he did a quick count - there were too many of them. He couldn't fight them all at once, but he could wreak some havoc if he wanted to...

Legacy then broke towards the group near the commercial district at full speed. His speed caught both groups by surprise. As he moved, Legacy spawned some pucks and shot them into the crowd, the pucks igniting in great bursts of fire and flame. That should throw them into disarray...

As he got closer, he shook off his gloves and threw aside his hockey stick...and leaped...

The Yaoists, already in disarray from Legacy's initial shots were certainly not expecting a hockey player to come flying towards them like a big red comet...

For a split second in midair, Legacy summoned fire in his palms. He then came crashing down on a Yaoist with his fists catching her in the face. As they hit the ground, the fire expanded and incinerated the Yaoists closest to Legacy.

The Yaoists backed off, unsure of how to fight the hockey player who could control fire. Bravely - or perhaps a bit out of foolishness - one of the Yaoists charged, determined to strike down the young man in the red jersey.

Legacy raised his fists and fired off a right hook and caught the Yaoist in the face, Her face promptly ignited in flames as she fell to the ground kicking and screaming in agony. Another Yaoist tried her luck, but was met with Legacy spinning and catching her with his left. The others charged, now altogether, determined to bring down the hockey player through sheer numbers and massing.

Legacy continued to swing his fists in all directions.

"Whooo! How ya like THAT shit, eh?!" Legacy-ko screamed.

Legacy punched away, fending off several more of the Yaoists in the close quarter's fracas. He was doing fine, but this was just taking too long...and he really needed to get to the hangar.

"Come on, who're you - Sean fuckin' Avery?! Stop faking it you wuss!" Legacy-ko taunted as Legacy threw his punches. "Oh come on, you're crying now?! Damn it, I think Sidney Crosby's tougher than you!"

Right-jab-left hook-right hook-elbow...Legacy grimaced a bit - he didn't mean to hit that Yaoist in the face with his elbow, but it wasn't like he had a choice...

"Hey, bitch! The ice capades called, they need a new sugar plum fairy!"

Legacy then stopped, his fist less than an inch from the face of a Yaoist.

"Hey, sis - you know they can't hear you, right?"

Legacy-ko stopped for a moment, as did the Yaoists, who were wondering who their target was talking to.

"...hey, this is your fault, bro. I'll give you credit for not being a complete fucking pansy, but come on - say something! I mean, seriously, you make a neutral zone trap look exciting! Where the fuck's the emotion?! Where's the grit?! You've got nothing! You suck!"

Legacy sighed, rubbing his temples as he listened to his sister complain.

"Listen, I know you're bored and I know you want me to do stuff you'd normally want to do, but we've really got to prioritize some things and..."

"What the fuck're you doing?! Behind you!"

Turning, Legacy saw the Yaoist jumping at him, blade raised and determined to kill. He took a step back, the blade missing the majority of his face. But not all of it...

The very tip of the blade scratched the tiny scar under Legacy's eye...

The Yaoist was startled by the sudden puff of smoke, as were her comrades. Suddenly, a fist emerged from the smoke and pulled her in. Out of the smoke came the sounds of something soft being beat repeatedly by a fist. As the smoke cleared, the Yaoists found themselves gazing upon a twin-tailed girl dressed in hockey equipment, holding their fallen and beaten comrade by the head and with a rather murderous look in her eyes.

"It just had to happen now, didn't it?" Legacy commented.

"And not too fucking soon..." Legacy-ko replied, throwing the limp body of the Yaoist aside. She held her hands out, fire spawning from her palms and enclosing her hands like a pair of hockey gloves.

"Alright," Legacy-ko said, smiling. "Who's next?"

- - - - - - - - - -

The Yaoist made sure she was recording the details. She had now seen it as clear as day - this hockey player was capable of switching genders, apparently as a result of their scar being struck a certain way.

She didn't know how useful this one could be for the forces of Yaoi, but she needed to report back to her superiors. No doubt, there must be at least another who would be interested in this development.

Satisfied, the Yaoist began to stagger off, and hopefully to a safer location for her to call for extraction. As she did, she took one last look at the hockey player - currently a female. She was quite strong - fighting off the Yaoists with ease. The twisted smile on her face even suggested she was enjoying it. The Yaoibots were starting to move in. Of course, this hockey player was going to be outnumbered and was going to be in for a very tough fight. Whether she could win was beyond the Yaoist, but she knew this hockey player wasn't going to back down.

"Soon..." the Yaoist whispered to herself, watching the twin-tailed hockey player hurl columns of fire at her enemies.

"Soon...you will join us...my sister!"

OOC: I sure took my sweet time on this one... :unsure:

 

[Rooster455]

Ricky stood looking out of a two story window across from the base of the Military Tower, observing the Yaoists and Yaoibots swarming around it. Watching them he knew that trying to pick them off from long range wouldn't last long. There were enough of them that they would swarm his position before he could cause any serious casualties, even with his new AYHV (Anti-Yaoi High Velocity) rounds.

Where in the hell are they all coming from? Did they drop troops beyond the outskirts? Or straight into the city? Dammit, theres no drop ships in sight but theres got to be over four dozen hostiles just around the Tower.

Rooster glanced out the window again.

I need reinforcements before I can try anything. Where are all the people who were in the bar? Frak! I hate not knowing stuff!

With a sigh, Ricky turned to observing the swarm of Yaoi forces. All he could do is wait now.

 

[Latewave]

Nothing to see here.

 

[Shaderic]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-OOF!"
Shaderic felt pain in his entire body. Why? Why did MacGuffin always insist on 'dropping' him in the middle of the action.

He glanced up from his current position (laying flat flat on his stomach in the middle of what appeared to be a street) and took stock of his surroundings. Ok, so, he was in a ruined city-TFFA CITY.

Damn it! Dues Ex's updates on where he was/ what to do/ what's going on were always useful, but he hated the jarring effect it had on his thoughts.

He brought himself to his feet just in time to have to throw himself back onto the ground to avoid an explosion. He struggled to his feet, a little more shakily this time, and drew his revolver. Great. Just great. 'Action' was literal again. Two rather hot girls stepped out of the smoke. Behind them, were giant robots.

"A guy! Get him!" They then drew the weapons he was pretty sure he had seen but ignored in favor of the robots he had spotted behind them.

YAOISTS AND YAOIBOTS. IF YOU WISH TO REMAIN STRAIGHT, AND IN YOUR RIGHT MIND, YOU SHOULD ESCAPE. OR KILL THEM. I DON'T CARE WHICH. AFTERWARDS, MAKE YOUR WAY TO THAT TOWER AND MAKE CONTACT WITH LADY GENOCIDE. TELL HER YOU WERE SENT BY WAY OF ME, AND THAT YOU ARE THERE TO ANSWER THE CALL IN MY PLACE.

Well, MacGufin had spoken.

The Yaoists, as Dues Ex had called them were only only a few yards away now. The taller one said "Give up now, and I'm sure we'll find a lovely boyfriend-"BOOM!

"Headshot." Shaderic muttered under his breath, before dodging the sword of the other one. BAAM! "Two down." Some of the robots were now closing in. "Dues Ex knows how many left. they're armored, so aim for joints and sensors." He leaned to the left, dodging the first laser. "Slow too. This shouldn't take long."

He wondered why he was so calm. 'Probably something to do with Dues Ex's meddling again', he thought as he shot the arm's leg's and weapons pod joints on the closest robot. three shots and timed explosion later, there were three less 'bots.

"These Yaoist people really need to work on robot design here, if I can create a cascade effect."

 

[garedelyon]

Skirting ground zero, running for the central district, headed for the hangar, Lyon suddenly wheeled to a halt.

They were leaving, that much was certain. They were leaving, and who knew whether she would have enough m&ms to tide her over? Or if yaoists had m&ms at all?

She didnÆt know what Nestle put in them, nor did she care to know, but the fact was that they were, to a much less dramatic extreme, the spinach to her Popeye. She needed them. When the odds were stacked against her, it was candy coated peanuts that turned the tide to her advantage, and while she never quite understood why this was so, she was nevertheless grateful for it.

So she doubled back, running down side streets and dodging looters as she zeroed in on her oh so illustrious destination.

KirbyÆs Candies.

Kirby himself had long since suffered from a heart attack, but his legacy was strong and bright, undamaged by the assault, the pillars outside luminously red and white, even in the dark and despair of this once cheery part of town. So, voicing a mental apology to the staff, she wriggled up one of those candy cane pillars, crossing the awning above the shop front and sliding open one of the upstairs windows, to slip quietly into an empty parlour.

There she thought, a little smugly. I didnÆt even break a window or anything. She climbed down the narrow staircase and came out into the back room, able to look into the shop front that gleamed in the chaotic light, calm and cool and still filled with sugary goodness. The place still smelt of melting chocolate, and briefly it occurred to her that TFFA city had no taste to have left this shop untouched, or else something was up... so she closed her eyes to let her ears take over, listening for anything out of place. Hearing nothing though, she trotted behind the counter, and ducked under the flap in the bench. She didnÆt need to turn on the lights, for she had been a regular customer here, and knew exactly where the æShareÆnÆTearÆ Jumbo packets were, so she walked over and hesitated for less than a nano-second before picking a pack. About to quietly exit through the front door though, she heard a slow clap, and turned.

Emerging from the very door she had used not 2 minutes ago was a Yaoist, bringing with her a group of fangirls, dribbling creepily as they fanned out behind her. She couldnÆt see them properly though. They were really just blobs, and if it hadnÆt been for the dribble, and their heavy zombie breathing, Lyon would probably have been rather worried.
ôYouÆre slow clapping,ö she said to the slow clapper, instead, somewhat indignantly. ôWhat the hell?ö

The clapping abruptly stopped, and the girl, still in the shadows, seemed to tilt her head to the side. ôYouÆre right.ö She agreed. ôIt is out of place. Slow clapping is for the romantic finales when the masculine male finally confesses his love to his oh so androgynous love interest. Not you.ö She stepped a little further into the shop, but hooked herself on the counter, all dignity ruined as she tripped up. She swore under her breath and rapped out a command to one of the other fangirls (still shapeless blobs of dark and drool) to turn on the lights.

ôUmmà are you sure itÆs û I mean sheÆs û wellà here enough to find it?ö
ôOf course she is.ö Snapped the other girl. ôSheÆs on my squad, and I make sure to pick the ones with most of their motor-neuron skills intact.ö
ôStillàö Lyon began; only for the lights to flicker on, along with the cheery tune of Pop goes the weasel, and seeing her opponent for the first time, Lyon managed to make her gulp a silent one.

She wasà beautiful. Slender, and although not quite so tall as Lyon, there were only a few inches between them. Her hair, held back in a bun at the nape of her neck was silvery blonde and her eyes were the exact colour of grass, and Lyon wondered how many men (and women too, probably) had sworn their love for her, only to find themselves taken over by the dark sideà Lyon was under no such illusions herself, and whether this was down to the killer intent and yaoi the girl radiated, the black clothes she wore that seemed to flow around her body even indoors, or just the horribly large sword clipped to her belt, she didnÆt presume to guess. She wondered if shooting this one would even do anythingà

ôIsnÆt that better?ö she began, false cheerily, examining the drones behind the girl and writing them all off as useless as she tried to edge for the door.
ôYouÆre edging for the door.ö
ôIÆm not.ö
ôYou are.ö
ôProve it.ö

ôLook. I donÆt have time for this. I donÆt know how you managed to only activate the pulse spell -ö Oh. So thatÆs why it hadnÆt been lootedàLooking around now, she could see the signs of a struggle û squashed Squirts underfoot, a splash of raspberry goo (she hoped) on the floor, and sent a quick prayer up to any listening gods that the looters had withstood the yaoist raysà ô û when you were in here, but let me assure you, youÆre screwed now.ö

ôOh, I donÆt knowàö she flicked her eyes once more over the fangirls, still standing there, heads lolling onto their chests, eyes staring at nothing, mouths slack while they dribbled onto the floor, before turning back to theirà keeper? ôI reckon I could take you onàö

The yaoist merely raised her eyebrows. ôYou gulped.ö About to deny it, the girl raised her hand and shook her head. ôDonÆt worry. You have nothing to fear from meà yet. I just, oh, wanted to see how well you would serve the empire. Preferably whole. The Yaoi-rays may fill their purpose, butàö she glanced back at her minions. ôYouÆre more fun to banter with than others have been. And you killed Leah outside that horrid bar in a heartbeat or two.ö

ôWe are bantering, arenÆt we?ö Lyon admitted, letting the slight on ZarakiÆs go, calculating how many rounds she had leftà not enough to take them all out. ôHeck, weÆre even dressed rather well for a standoff: you all batgirl and me allà the opposite of batgirl.ö

ôQuite. I know I would not have stopped for sweets while I was running away, at any rate.ö

ôWhy are you guarding this place then?ö

The girl closed her eyes, and for a moment she almost looked normal. ôOrders are orders. I have supreme faith in my Lieutenantà and besides, sugarÆs only purpose is for kinky boys to feed to each other while they make passionate love.ö

ôIs that why your zo û squad look so hungry then? TheyÆre dribbling everywhere.ö Jawbreakers. she noted, eyes scanning the various counters and shelves, gambling. Chocolate buttons. Peachy hearts. Squirts.

ôThey resisted us, and were consequently unfit after transition.ö Replied blonde girl, ôI do feed them, itÆs not like IÆm some kind of monster.ö She added, seemingly offended.

I beg to differà ôWhat do you feed em then?ö Jaffas. Jellybeans.

ôWatercress soup.ö

ôPerfect.ö

ôWha û ö began the other girl, only to be interrupted by a quick volley of gunfire as Lyon shot open the glass that held so many different kinds of candy back, to release them in a tidal wave of sweet scents and bright colours. Rushing over to the door (and the lock was brokenà someone had tried to loot this place and been caughtà) Lyon swung it open as the girl screamed something about tricking her! only to be dogpiled by her squad as they eagerly began to gorge themselves on sweets, grunting and snuffling and with any luck inducing a HUGE sugar-hangover when they were through.

Pity. She coulda been cool, once upon a time. mused Lyon as she left Ground Zero behind, running, undisturbed now, for the hangar. The m&ms in her pocket were comfortingly heavy, a soothing counterbalance to the unknown she was about to launch herself into.

 

[Ray]

Unknown Warehouse, Commercial district, 9:50 PM

"Please insert code," the computer requested.

"One... Four... Three..."

Ariana stopped typing. Biting her lower lip, she realized that she'd forgotten the last number.

"No, no, no..." she shook her head, nails digging into her palms as her fists clenched, "she'll kill me if I don't get this right..."

"Please insert code."

She ran her fingers through her long white hair, feeling the clammy sweat on her brow. This warehouse base couldn't be untouched now that they were finally getting off the city. Too much sensitive information, and besides, an explosion in the commercial district would certainly aid her mistress if she chose to escape early.

Her mistress. That wh...

She immediately suppressed the rebellious thought. She still wasn't sure whether the woman could read minds, and wasn't about to bet her hide on it.

"Unquestioning obedience," she muttered, "that's right, Ariana, un-unquestioning obedience..."

'Pathetic,' a small voice whispered in the corner of her mind, the same that usually made her aware -as if she couldn't be more- of how much of a coward she was every time she spoke to Lady Issildra.

"Shut up," she started, "shut up, shut up. The code, I..."

"Please insert code."

"Damn it, damn it..."

Lately, it had been getting worse. Lady Issildra had been calling her to her side more often now, many times just for the apparent pleasure of watching Ariana squirm as she tormented her with her own fear. And like a rat chased by a cat, Ariana was now more of a jittery mess than ever. Not that the young girl hadn't been anything other than a jittery mess since Lady Issildra had first found her, so long ago...

"Final request attempt. Please insert code."

"The code!" Ariana yelled, again jolted out of her thoughts. Grimly, she placed her fingers on the keyboard. "Please work..."

"One... Four... Three... Five!"

"Code Accepted. SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATING."

Ariana gulped. She'd done it. The warehouse, and everything inside it, would be obliterated, and though the area was at the very end of the commercial district, she didn't want to be around on the unlikely chance that a fire spread. Time to leave.

She thought twice on that. Time to go back to her.

For a brief moment, she considered just staying there in the warehouse, but a split second later she was running out of there. She still valued her own life, after all.
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Random residence, Commercial district, 9:52 PM

"There," Ray muttered, pointing at a tower rising from the horizon as he stood on the edge of the vantage point that was the roof of the house they'd landed in.

Serena followed his pointing finger, raising an eyebrow.

"That's the hangar?" she asked, looking at Ray as if he'd grown a third eye, "You sure you're pointing at the right place?"

Ray smirked.

"The entire top of the tower, along with its final three floors, are fake. The roof is actually a steel entrance to take-off chute made for launching shuttles and small fighters, which are all maintained in the hangar below. It's really a very clever setup, apprentice."

Serena sniffed haughtily, looking away.

"Right, of course. I knew that."

Ray shrugged nonchalantly.

"If you say so, Serena. Now, if you'd be so kind as to detail our situation so we can decide on a proper route, I might give you a cookie."

Serena glared.

"There was no cookie incident," she muttered. Absentmindedly, she waved her hand, a white datapad appearing in a flash of light. "No cookie incident. Ever."

Ray felt the need to comment otherwise, but a quick calculation left him thinking that not being brutally castrated was better for his health.

"So, the data..."

"Besides the groups roaming the streets, there's a large concentration of fangirls all around the commercial district, particularly near the trade offices. They do seem, however, to have mostly avoided the center of Ground Zero, and the corresponding mili- did you hear that!?"

Ray was already jumping down from the roof, following the source of the swearing and screams as the sound of shattering glass filled the air. Serena followed.

Still several meters away, a tanned blonde girl, certainly one of the many TFFers at the bar, was running in their general direction, and behind her...

"Fangirls," Serena muttered, "do we engage?"

There was a flash of white light as twin blades materialized on Ray's hands. He was, predictably, smirking.

"We always engage, Serena."

 

[ApocalypseNow]

Agency Safe House, Fifteen Minutes Prior...

A beep from Joachim van Rijin's integral com system woke him from a light doze. An array of heavy weapons were scattered about in front of him, in varying states of dismantled.

New orders Mr. Rijin. Time to earn your daily bread...

He nodded to the ether. "Give me the Quick and Dirty," he spoke aloud.

And then the entire string of events was laid out for him in a microsecond via brain implants: The invasion, the captured TFFers, and Lady Genocide's plan for a counter offensive.

Shortly afterwards, the mission profile downloaded into his cortex.

"So, boilerplate soft target suppression. No biggie, in and out in ten, tops. What's the point in sending me out?" he asked his invisible handler.

The real work starts afterward, once you make the central hangar. From there, you will assist the TFF Strike Force, codename Rocco, in achieving their objectives. Once you find the Empire's central seat, your support of the SAR efforts will be in tandem with causing as much damage to life, limb, and land as possible. After the mission is confirmed complete, support Rocco's escape and eavsion of Yaoist forces.

There was a beat.

Any questions?

"Just one," the cyborg asked, reaching for his sidearm.

An small, genuine smile lit his face.

"How much do I get per head for civilians?"

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Random residence, 9:53:23 +1 picosecond

The inky black tear in space was gone as soon as it came, leaving behind a man-mountain dressed in heavy leathers, the slogan "Front Towards Enemy" stenciled on the back.

"Rip positive, engaging enemy. Keep the feeds open, I want an accurate head count."

And with that, he drew a massive pistol and began hosing down the frothing hordes with automatic fire, ripping many of the mob to pieces, and almost casually ripping off the heads of any that strayed too close.

He looked throughly bored with the whole thing, to be honest.

"Is this the best the Empire of Hot, Sweaty Mansex can do? I am shocked and appalled, ma'am, appalled. I was expecting exoskeletons or commandos, not Night of the Living Doujin," he called out, taunting them.

The crowd regrouped, and charged, and Rijin met the charge head on, laughing the whole way, blood soon covering his features as he tore through them like they weren't even there.

 

[Vexarian]

Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:53PM

This city probably looked nice before this all happened. Vex pondered absently as he continued to launch himself between the rooftops, continuing on his way to the Military Tower where he 'parked'.

He hadn't really run into any trouble since he left that bar, although trouble might be a bit too strong of a word. These robots and zombie-posers were so weak he didn't even have to use any of his techniques. Those human looking girls back at the bar were stronger, but still not particularly tough.

He was practically aching for a good fight, he hadn't had one since he left Twitch. The only person he could really spar with on The Skirmisher was himself, after all Elidea's abilities would instantly trump his own, and without them she was rather fragile.

Maybe he could convince one of the locals to indulge him in a friendly bout? They seemed to be able to hold their own in a fight.

Of course it was then that he heard something, or rather someone familiar. He launched himself across to another row of buildings and looked down into the street. That girl, he remembered her from the bar, she seemed to have picked up quite a little horde following her. He noticed that paladin from the bar was chasing after them, and he seemed to have picked up a follower.

Vex whistled out as he picked up pace once more, bounding across the roof tops parallel to the others.

"Care for some help?" He hollered out.

The tall Polynesian girl in the front of the pack spun around, leveling a pair of glocks at her pursuers and managed to tag three with presumably fatal head shots.

"Only if you can hold your own!" She called out to him as soon as the bullets left her guns.

Vex just smirked at that as he stepped off the roof, landing lightly in the adjacent alleyway.

He quickly dashed out into the street itself, finding the girl and the zombie-bot, things had already taken off again.

"Hey you! What the hell is going on here anyway!" He called out to the Paladin as he approached at full tilt.

Slowing down for a moment to answer, "The City just got ransacked by Yaoist Forces! Weren't you at the Bar!?"

Vex took off, matching his pace, "Yeah, but I just got to this planet, I got fucking shot at while going by. So they call themselves Yaoists? How many of them are there?"

"Wait... what?" Ray asked, confused at the question. How did this guy not know about Yaoists?

"Just got here? You're timing is rather suspect." Serena said, glaring at Vex.

"Feh, think what you will. I just want a good fight." Vex said, directing his attention back forward and ignoring the rest of the banter, directed at him or otherwise.

Another light post passed by his side and he got an idea, taking a smirk across his face as it formulated. He abruptly stopped at the next light post, and gripped it in a powerful bear hug, pulling back. The metal groaned and twisted, while sparks emitted from the base as the wires snapped, until it severed from the ground entirely.

Pushing it forward, Vex ran as it fell, grabbing hold of the smaller portion of the pole, and heaving the entire staff up as he dashed forward.

"HOLY SHIT!" One of the more mentally intact Fangirls yelled just before the lightpost slammed into her, batting her, along with several others into a building like a demented flyswatter.

With a great heave, he hurled the light post into the building itself, directly at the fangirls he had just hit with it. The building shuddered under the further trauma, then collapsed.

 

[Ray]

Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:54 PM

Detached from the carnage, Serena was seething. That bastard, whoever he was, had ignored her and just jumped into things like a madman! And to top it off... lampposts? She should be offended. He had no finesse, no style, nothing! He didn't even, quite suspiciously she might add, appear to know what fangirls were, the ignorant creep. Snapping into focus, she drew her blade, feeling the dramatic wind flow through her dress armor. She wasn't about to be outdone by this faggot, no she was not!

"Alright, Ray!" she yelled out, "That bastard's pulling a fast one on us, so let's even it with some good back-to-back badas- Ray!?"

As it turned out, her master had left his apprentice to sulk by herself and had already charged into the fray beside the bastard of a mercenary, tearing into fangirls with his blades as dozens of doujin pages purified everything in sight.

Serena shook her head.

"Alright, that's it!" she screamed, drawing her sword back and charging forwards with all her might, armored boots loudly slamming into the asphalt streets. Quickly, she leapt at the first few fangirl zombies, cleaving them in half with a single blow, then went forwards, feeling the familiar rush of magic coursing through her as she pumped energy into her blade.

She threw herself at her enemy with her sword held high, only vaguely feeling herself slam past another warm body - that Lyon girl from the bar.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, I almost shot-"

"Outta my way!" she yelled, then, facing the fangirls, swept her sword in a wide arc, "Wind Gust Aurora: Invisible Air!"

The entirety of the energy she'd stored in her white blade was released as a single blast of massively pressurized magical wind, which cut through the fangirls like an enormous cleaver, killing at least a dozen. With some satisfaction, she watched as the bastard of a mercenary was caught off guard by the shockwave, almost stumbling into Ray, who'd managed to get out of the way in time. Smirking, Serena ignored the death glare the man sent in her direction. Time for some more action.

 

[Epsilon]

Robotics Lab, Military Compound, 9:52 PM

"This is getting me nowhere." He had turned the foot soldier droid inside out very quickly thanks to his ability to manipulate data and he still had no relevant information on the enemy forces and their capabilities.

"So whatcha gonna do now, nya??" asked the Neko-Arc that accompanied Len back to the lab.

"Weren't you supposed to do an SOS beam or something to the ship in orbit?"

"Doesn't seem to be working, onii-chan. There's been no response so far."

Gigabyte sighed. "Super. I'll be right back after I go find another more suitable specimen to dissect. Len, keep an eye on the facilities for me. If there are any hostile intruders, neutralize them."

"Where are you going?" asked the buffer interface with a curious look on her cute face.

"Into the heart of the city... those Yaoi forces better prepare themselves for the Hunt..." The hulking super virus made his way outside and took off to search for more advanced droids.

 

[ApocalypseNow]

Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:55 PM

Rijin watched the Paladin and company tear into the fangirls, satisfied with their ability to keep their own.

"Yggdrasil," the cyborg poke loud, addressing he AI monitoring him on the other end of his connection to the Agency, "IFF on all non Yaoist combatants. Feed to foreground optical filters."

His tac display lit up the allied forces with blue reticles, altering them to their positions. "After all, no point in shooting up my ride..." he muttered. Profiles of the individuals in question began feeding into the relevant brain centers.

A quick assessment of the battlefield led to Rijin taking up a perch on a light post, spraying down the hordes with a few suppressive bursts, and decided that an...explosive resolution was needed.

A slight twitching of his left tricep caused the arm to burst open, revealing a chunky barrel assembly with a laser sight. Rijin pulled back on his thumb, took aim, and fired a 40mm light fusion grenade. With an effective kill radius of 15 meters, and a casualty radius out to 30, the single grenade vaporized a large portion of the remaining hordes not directly engaged with the TFF forces, leaving the survivors to face the wrath of the assassin's pistol.

With the combined forces of a two-fisted gunslinger, the Paladin and his apprentice, the pilot Vex, and the cyborg death machine, the pitiful remnants scattered in the face of superior firepower.

Rijin's arm collapsed back together as he dismounted the light pole, coming to the ground with a loud WHUMP-crack in front of the others.

"Well, that was...uninspired. They only pose a threat in large groups, and even then, with the right ordinance, a minor nuisance at best," he complained, kicking at the corpse of one of the fallen fangirls. He sighed again, digging out a cigarette, "Waste of a grenade, too. The only one I had..."

"But less about wasted munitions, I assume we're all headed in the same direction. Name's van Rijin, the Agency dispatched me to assist in your half-baked SAR op. Just point me at the enemy, and I'll do the rest."

 

[Rooster455]

Night One, Roof of Building Near Military Tower, 9:54 PM

Ricky could only gape at what he had seen. He had just arrived at the top of the apartment complex when he noticed what looked to be a lamp pole moving on its own.

He had whipped his binoculars up just in time to catch a glimpse of a man lifting the large pole. He seemed to charge a group of Yaoists, but Ricky lost track of him behind the buildings.

Then one of them collapsed nearby where the man had attacked.

"...Well I guess that answers my question about where the others are." He muttered to himself.

Rooster ducked behind a ventelation shaft as a trio of Warrior Fangirls passed by on an adjacent rooftop, moving towards the additional explosions that came from the area of the lightpole wielding man. Other Yaoists also seemed to be drawn to battle, judging from the dark shapes also dashing in that direction.

Rooster weighed his options. He could sit and wait for his 'teammates' to reach the Tower. But there was a chance that the Yaoist reinforcements could kill them before they even made it halfway.

Then again. That blast of definantly non-yaoi magic could mean they could hold their own agains the hordes of minions.

The other option would be to hook up with his allies while he knew where they were. He may not be able to swing a ton of steel like a baseball bat, but he was a pretty good shot.

Well, here goes nothing. he thought as made his way to the stairwell.

He had a party to attend.

 

[Shaderic]

Shaderic sighed as the last of the robots exploded.

'Messy, slow, and in-effective. What a waste of ti-' And then the Boom hit.

This was no ordinary explosion. This rated a capital letter. In fact, what with the bright light and sound, it ranke it's own word. It was the BOOM.

'Think. Explosion means need for explosion. therefore conflict and possible allies. Assuming that they're still alive.'

He began running toward the source. The streets were quieter- "Surre-"BANG- for the most part. Occasional enemies were still present it seemed.

MERELY A LULL BEFORE THE STORM.

Man, why did MacGuffin only give him bad news? First the 'Yaoists', then the warning. And with MacGuffin it was always, always a warning in more ways than one.

Finaly, he came upon a group of people that didn't seem to belong to the first group. He panted for a moment, catching his breath as he observed the group. Luckily, he apparently showed up in time to hear the end of what appeared to be a cyborg's introduction "...Name's van Rijin, the Agency dispatched me to assist in your half-baked SAR op. Just point me at the enemy, and I'll do the rest."

Once he recovered he decided to do the polite thing. Introduce himself. People tended to shoot at him less when he did that. 'Or cut, in this case.' He thought to himself seeing the two white swordsmen. Er, man and woman. And hulking combat robot that was a lot tougher looking than the other ones he had seen.

"Ah... Hi. My name's Shaderic. I'm suppose to be looking for a Lady Genocide. Something about a Call I'm answering on behalf of MacGuffin." Dues Ex Machina got touchy when Shaderic used It's 'real' name. Instead, when in conversation, he was supposed to call It 'MacGuffin'. He still

"You wouldn't happen to know what that means do you? MacGuffin just sort of... dropped me here and said to go find Lady Genocide."

Although, jugding by their incredulous looks, this was going to be harder than he thought. 'I hate Dues Ex Machina'.

 

[Legacy|iB]

Commercial district, 9:53 PM

"Great Fangirl...save me-AGH!" the Yaoist had barely enough time to cry for help as a hockey stick struck her across the face.

"Hiiiiigh...STICK'D!" Legacy-ko shouted, triumphantly, quickly looking side-to-side for her next victim.

"...yeah, that's a crosscheck, I hope you know..." Legacy said, rather amused.

A Yaoist tried to jump Legacy-ko from behind. The hockey player shifted her hands, and jabbed the Yaoist in the face with the shaft end of her stick.

"Double minor - spearing!"

"...nope, that's butt-ending. Nice try."

One of the Yaoists watched as her comrade was taken down by the enraged hockey player. She tried to run, but Legacy-ko swung her stick, catching and tripping the Yaoist and sending her crashing to the pavement.

"Yeah, how's that for slashing, eh?"

"...more like hooking, if you ask me..." Legacy corrected.

Legacy-ko's eye twitched. Turning around, she sent a pillar of fire shooting down an alley, igniting some Yaoibots and the occasional Yaoist.

"That's it, I am burning your copy of Slap Shot when this is over" she said to her brother - his references to the famed hockey film were starting to get on her nerves.

Legacy merely chuckled.

"Oh, really? You'd seriously consider burning one of the greatest sports movies of all time? The equivalent of 'Casablanca' for the hockey world? As well, you'd burn MY copy...which also happens to be yours?"

"..."

As much as her brother was right, Legacy-ko didn't want to admit it. She simply ignored what he said and what she had said, and went back to pummeling the Yaoists and their robots. There were fewer of them now - they were no match for an enraged hockey player.

Suddenly, there was a large commotion across the city - like a building had just collapsed.

"...what the hell was that?!" Legacy-ko paused, taking a moment from pounding the living daylights out of the Yaoist she had grabbed onto. The hockey player looked in the direction of the sound she had just heard.

"...it sounded like a building collapsing...among other things..." Legacy commented. Using Legacy-ko's eyes, he could have sworn he had a lightpole being swung around.

"Probably another group from the bar. Figures, since we've got fights breaking out all over the city."

Deep within their joined existence, Legacy laughed a bit.

"Damn, this is messier than that '79 Bruins-Ranger game, don't you think?"

"Ohh, you mean that one when Mike Milbury climbed into the stands and attacked that son-of-a-bitch with their shoe?" Legacy-ko replied with glee, reminiscing. "Heh, that was a fuckin' awesome game! But I'd say this is more like the World Juniors in '87 - now that was a fine one...hey, what the-?!"

Looking around her, Legacy-ko couldn't help but notice the few Yaoibots and Yaoists still standing make a break for it. Half the group retreated...much to Legacy-ko's seething displeasure. She threw her stick at the ground. She was not happy. She wanted to keep up the fight. She chased after the group just briefly before stopping.

"YOU'RE ALL FUCKING PUSSIES!!! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, RUN! COME BACK WHEN YOU GROW SOME FUCKIN' BALLS!!"

"...the Yaoists are girls, you know that, right?" Legacy idly commented.

Legacy-ko scoffed, picking her stick back up. She turned her attention towards the other group, which had split off and were running in another direction. Curiously enough, they appeared to be running into the commercial district.

"...they're moving deeper into the commercial district, probably towards the source of that commotion earlier. There's gotta be a few of the others from the bar already there. We should follow them - we could meet up with some friends there...and find a few others to fight if you really want..."

"Sounds good," Legacy-ko replied as she skated along. "I need to pop a few more of 'em..."

"Still, I can't help but wonder why they're running towards the action. Their buddies went the other way, but these ones are running straight for where the fighting is? What's going on?"

Legacy-ko shrugged. "I dunno...like sloths to a Flames game, I guess..."

"...wait, what? Shouldn't that be 'moths to a flame'?"

"Yeah, yeah, same fucking thing..." Legacy-ko answered. "Flame, game, Flames game - come on, we all know sloths love hockey and the Flames. It makes perfect sense."

"..."

As Legacy-ko skated along and argued back-and-forth with her brother regarding the subject of sloths and the Calgary Flames, a small creature poked its head out of a dark alleyway. It was a small mammal with grey-white fur and dressed in...a miniature Calgary Flames jersey?

There was a sudden flash of red. The creature cried out, startled, as Legacy-ko appeared in front of it, a smile on her face.

"See? There you go, bro."

"...is that a sloth...wearing a Calgary Flames jersey?" Legacy asked, utterly dumbfounded. "Well...that's pretty cool...but pretty weird. I guess all we need to see now is a ferret wearing a Canucks jersey and I think we'd have seen everything..."

The sloth looked up at Legacy-ko. It was confused, but was not threatened or scared, since Legacy-ko was wearing the same colours as it.

"Well, there you have it - proof that sloths are Flames fans, just like us!" Legacy-ko cheered, then giving a thumbs-up to the sloth.

"You're cheerin' for the right team! Go Flames, GOOO!!!"

She then continued along, skating towards the source of the commotion earlier and hopefully a few more fights.

OOC: ...yeah, I rushed this one a bit...with the hockey references, don't worry - it's just me being me...

 

[Marisa]

Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:55PM

Marisa smiled to herself. Asking a random faceless person had been helpful. She now knew what direction to go. She would have thanked him, but his head got taken off with an enemy laser, and she had to blast the offending Yaoibot who fired it.

It was really fun, flying around like this, she thought. To the normal eye, she appeared to be extremely agile, jumping form roof to roof with ease, feet not even touching the floor. While she did have high stamina, a requirement for someone with high magical capacity, she had to augment her physical movement with magic to move that fast. She wasn't even really using her legs; her jumps were purely magic powered.

Her feet also hadn't touched ground since she fled the bar, either. Hovering was rather useful.

Eyes narrowing, she suddenly felt a powerful gust of air from somewhere. A woman, it seemed, with a few more people, and more enemies around them.

Sighing, she willed her magic to make her change direction. It may be safer to be in a group. And she still had to find that man who offered her books.

Leaping high into the air, the moon reflected in her eyes, Marisa grinned for one fleeting moment as she brought her right hand behind her. It flared with intense light, forming a shape of a lance. With barely a heave, she threw the lance-shaped light at a row of Yaoibots, impaling them all, causing their destruction.

Heartbreaker.

That still feels great, she thought.

She gave a small gesture to the other people in greeting as she drew closer, although her face remained blank.