OOS: I hope this post is satisfactory, yo
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[ Aera, Onboard the Strahl: ]
*Suddenly, Nono rushes into the situation room*
Nono: Kupo!! They found the thing you're looking for, kupo! *Gestures to Lancer* It's in Grunzak's possession, kupopo!
Sylphie: *Gazes at Lancer* Grunzak will be...A problem. *Ears twitch in thought*
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[ Ain't No Party Like Caiaphus's Evil/Chaotic Neutral Travelling Party: ]
Olarcha: That does
sound quite fascinating.
*She follows with all due speed*
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[ Earth, Poland: ]
*The spherical red field hovers down after Blackout*
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[ Malchior IV: ]
Nu-13: Heeheeheeheehee! Like, you're sooo silly! I have a mission tooooo, and like, I guess it's what brought me here in the first place and junk!
*She steps back from him, a distinctly manic gleam in her eye*
Nu-13: Jack Noir and Lord English have become such a threat that, like, I was sent to warn the usual guys who handle things this and junk! You, Ynot, Blackout, Zev, ya know! You don't have to, like, do anything proactive and junk, but they wanted me to warn you anyways!
*Her huge sword rattles suddenly, and becomes a black portal that starts to drag her in*
Nu-13: Awwwww! So
not fair!! Byyye Klaaaaak~~~! *Waves as she's drawn in*
*The portal closes, and no trace of Nu's existence is left in the area*
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[ Hei Fon System, Racing to Hei Fon 3: ]
*The crew is uncomfortably silent, save for Melfina's periodic status reports*
Melfina: All systems showing green. Engines at full capacity. We should reach the next checkpoint in approximately 35 minutes.
Hilda: ... *Says nothing, eye narrowed dangerously* ...
Aisha: ...Rrrgh! Hilda, [i]when
are you going to tell us what's going on!?
Hilda: Aisha, don't start. I -
Aisha: Don't you give me that!! Aisha wants to know why you waited until everyone else was asleep to ask for information on the El Dorado!!
Erica & Francesca: *Both go pale, as if they've seen a ghost*
Hilda: Aisha, you can be an idiot with a huge-ass mouth sometimes, but you have a point. Fine. That ship belongs to -
Melfina: Warning! Missiles approaching from two-o'-clock high!
*Immediately pitches into a barrel roll*
Aisha: *Screeches indignantly as she's nearly thrown from her seat* Who in the - I thought that weapons were outlawed for this race!!
Hilda: *Ignores her* Gilliam! Send out a scrambler pulse and get those missiles off our tail!
*Indeed, the missiles have curved around to pursue the ship*
Gilliam: As you wish. Be careful, though - We can only afford to use the one, though, with our current energy requirements for completing the race.
*Suddenly, a ripple of nearly-invisible energy expands from various generators across the ship*
*As it reaches the missiles, the expanding field scrambles their guidance systems; they go cartwheeling madly, crashing and exploding into each other*
*Soon, a huge swathe of space below and to the left of the Desperado is consumed by a chain reaction of detonations*
*Soon a ship approaches from above, displaying a nefarious grin*
Gilliam: Hilda, the enemy ship's pilot is sending us a live feed.
Hilda: Patch them through. *Already has the grappler systems activated*
*On the screen appears a bizarre feline, inside a small cockpit*
???: At last, I've found you!! "Hot Ice" Hilda, I'm going to obliderate you!!
*Wordlessly, Hilda aims a jet of plasma for the ship*
*The enemy craft easily bobs out of the way, unfolds huge missile racks from the sides, and begins to unload on the Desperado again*
Hilda: *Holds the missiles at bay with a wall of plasma* Gilliam, what's going on?
Gilliam: That is the Pepoka Peka, piloted by Para-Dice. She's a twelve-cycle-old prodigy of the Neteki League of Mooncities, and that ship is an experimental prototype she was granted as a reward for winning five consecutive Neteki Races.
Hilda: ... *Looks at Para-Dice, who has done nothing but giggle and make a few odd movements during this explanation* So. Did you join this entire race just to get revenge on little ol' me or something? I'd gladly have met you on terra firma, you little scum-licking brat.
Para-Dice: Wow, rude! Actually, I joined this race because I love
games, and I thought the trophie would look nice next to my Vilakana Gauntlet Three-Crown Championship plaque!
Aisha: Mrow? Vilakana...Gauntlet...Three-Crown...?
Erica: It's a combination race and dogfight combination, in honor of the Golden Skyrider Vilakana. He's the greatest ace in that sector's history, and his home planet of Iralti set up a competition to honor his speed and ferocity. So, for her to have won that competition's highest honor, to have a statue carved of her in the Three-Crown Hall...
Francesca: She's either completely and utterly full of crap, or, she's gone an order of a magnitude down in prestige to compete in the Great Hei Fon Race!
Para-Dice: Bingo on Option B! I'm a winner winner turkey dinner! I just heard that Hilda had some choice info on a certain interest of mine!
Hilda: *Ignores that last part* It's chicken
dinner, you little twit.
Para-Dice: Ikili daptha Hilda nika'bali!!!
*Suddenly ducks out of the screen's view*
*There's a loud beep from her cockpit's feed, and her ship's entire sides fold up*
*The missile racks completely open, and four narrow arms extend - Each ended in spherical hands with four clawed fingers encircling them*
*Surprisingly strong, two of the arms knock the Desperado's grappler weaponry down, while the other two plunge their claws into the ship-attachment joints*
Hilda: Aisha, buckle your happy ass up! Melfina, take the pipsqueak for a ride on the merry-go-round!
Aisha: Myow. *Buckles up as fast as she can, as the ship begins to shudder*
Melfina: Starboard thrusters on the prow, activated and picking up power!
*The two struggling ships begin to spin, slowly, then faster and faster, as they hurtle madly through interplanetary space*
Francesca: I'M-GONNA-BE-SICK *Crosses arms over face, wriggling in her seat*
Para-Dice: *Giggles gleefully, never losing her footing in what is now apparent as a standing position*
Hilda: Dammit! Why is she still - Gyroscope. Of course. *Facepalm* Melfina, please bring us back to proper bearings.
Melfina: Roger, Hilda. Correcting bearings at moderate pace.
Para-Dice: I seeeee! *Bobs from side to side* You've figured it out? Huh? Huh?
Hilda: It figures you Neteki lunatics would develop a ship controlled by dancing.
Para-Dice: Lunatics we may be, but at least we don't keep company with arrogant, war-mongering animals~!
Aisha: *Is standing in her seat by now, face flush with rage* WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN ANIMAAAAAL!!?
Hilda: Aisha, sit down!
Aisha: Wh - *Screeches again, tumbling out of her seat*
*The Desperado speeds up, coming in on an asteroid belt at a close angle*
*Skipping across the surface of one chunk of space debris a few times, Hilda's madhouse piloting sends the Pepoka Peka tumbling madly into space*
Para-Dice: DALAPPI HILDA!! DALAPPI DALAPPI DALAPPIIIIIIIIII
*Becomes cut off due to the distance*
Hilda: ...Do you all think we should check to see if the runt's in danger?
*Suddenly, a neon-pink beam of energy narrowly skims the top of the cockpit area*
Aisha: *Crawls up over her chair's arm* FLY AND DON'T STOP FOR ANYTHING!!
Hilda: Don't have to tell me twice. Melfina, Gilliam, hit more speed.
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[ Datrio, West City, Underground Troika Base: ]
*Indi and Digo have just returned from a day selling bead necklaces*
*Yet as they go to turn the TV on, they hear a muffled whoop and a crash from beneath a conspicuous bearskin rug*
Indi?: ...There ain't any bears on Datrio, are there?
Digo?: Lo extraño
... *Tugs the bear-rug aside, revealing a heavy wooden platform*
*Together, the two sisters lift it up and out of the floor - Revealing a staircase, leading down into a dimly-lit room*
*As the two sisters head down, they find in the light of a small lamp several bookcases, a computer, and a TV with numerous gaming systems; at the moment, someone is playing BlazBlue
from an armchair*
*With a 413-hit combo, the Noel Vermillion player has just dropped the hammer on an Iron Tager player; "PERFECT", as that announcer declares in that uncanny accent*
Indigo: *Both peek around either side of the chair* ... *Together* You've been down here this whole time?
Prudence: Yep. I just pop out to grab some food arouuund...The witching hour-ish. I'm the best ninja. You two wanna play me? Oh you can have the whole competitor-cheerleader thing going on it'll be fun!!!
Indi?: ...Eres una niña extraña.
Digo, we have work to do. Pru - ...Please, come outside soon. This is no way to live.
Prudence: You got it! *Gives them both a thumbs-up*
*The Indigo Twins leave, befuddled*
[ Datrio, Rocky Island off the Coast of West City: ]
*Garbed in a long black mantle and a matching beret, Makoto picks her way across a field strewn with decimated rubble*
Makoto: Huh...This place has seen better days. And it stinks
of seithr. The Professor wasn't kidding about the damage from Yellow Friday.
---[ Flashback, Kokonoe's Lab: ]
Kokonoe: *Has just finished downloading information to a handheld device in Makoto's grasp* So, to review - What does "Yellow Friday" refer to?
Makoto: Friday, Thatl 13, 3781 A.O.D. Secret experiments on seithr by Sector Three suffer a critical, but unknown failure, releasing an explosion that dissolves all life on S-3 Island, and crumbles the lab complex. No survivors of the Sector Three team there.
Kokonoe: Good. Get going, and retrieve any data you can.
Makoto: You got it, Professor!!!
[ Present Time, S-3 Island: ]
*As she approaches the center of the ruins, Makoto looks for any possible way to gather info*
Makoto: If it was built like a Sector Seven complex, all the best stuff is gonna be in the basement...So, all I need to do is find an entrance!
*With that, she looks around at the utterly decimated rubble, stretching to a huge boulder in the center of the island*
Makoto: Yeah, that's all
I need to do. I wish the Professor would give me actual briefings like in the Akashic Legions, instead of giving me the most basic details, keeping all of the real important stuff to herself, and just expecting me to instantly know what to do...
*Though she sighs, pausing for a moment, Makoto begins making her way across the rubble; towards the center again*
Makoto: Well, I guess bitching over it isn't gonna get this job done any sooner. The Professor said to use my Akashic Legion Intelligence Department Training, sooo...In this situation, they would always say to look for the first thing that's out of place.
*Eyes focused, Makoto scans the rubble intently. Ignoring the lack of immediate results, she crouches to get a different perspective*
*Upon doing this, when Makoto looks back towards the boulder at the center of the island - About seven meters away, now - She spots a mass of rubble, different from the rest in color and visual texture*
Makoto: Bingo! *Springs back to feet and rushes over, taking out the handheld device she was given by Kokonoe*
*As she activates a scanning function, she immediately finds that the trace amounts of seithr on the island's surface are eminating from behind this pile of rubble*
Makoto: This must have been the doorway to the elevator! *Starts tugging pieces of rubble away* Oh...For the...Love of...C'mon, stupid door...!! Urk...Urrrk...Rrrgh!!
*With a single left hook, Makoto has sent nearly all of the offending masonry scattering off to the right*
*Now, only a few stray pieces of stonework are left strewn before the vacant elevator shaft*
Makoto: Squirrel power for the win!! Huh? *Peeks into the shaft*
*Though she catches a glimpse of a pile of rubble below, on a flat landing before a doorway, her eyes immediately sting and her nose is filled with an acrid, metallic stench*
Makoto: Agh!! *Cough* *Cough* Man, that seithr is *Cough* unbelievable! *Cough* *Cough* *Wheeze*
*Taking out some kind of small device, Makoto clips it onto the collar of her mantle*
*It sends a few glowing ripples across her form, before settling into a soft glow itself*
Makoto: I'm glad the Professor got me an easy armagus to use. She's so thoughtful.
*Without further ado, Makoto leaps into the elevator shaft*
Makoto: WHEEEEEEEEEEE *Descends*