Kansas watches Azulakas as she leaves, remembering their own days of isolationism.
“I’m not going to war,” Carissa says, “the whole point of me doing this in the first place is so that Kansas never has to go to war. Because unlike you, I’ve actually died in a war. But now I’m back, and I have the chance to make sure that it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”
The girl pulls a leather string bag out of her satchel and promptly vomits in it. "Do you...do you have some water?" She forces a weak smile to her face as she puts the string bag back in her satchel.
Those observing the submarine's cameras would see a mangled mess of flesh, bone, and metal. What ever this thing is, it's very much NOT Roxium, as its design does not match any Roxium ship designs Azulakas has seen, not to mention that it seems to make use of exotic biotechnology the Roxium Federation does not posses. On an armor plate on a badly damaged long spaceship-like object mounted near the root of the partially detached wing, what seems to be an identification code is written. It reads "Autonomous Battle Ark G11F81". No markings identifying who built or owns it are found, but at least they can rule out the Roxium Federation. As its body has been partially split in two, the submarine is able to peer inside. It's starting to become somewhat clear on what caused its demise as most of the damage seems to not be the result of its crash landing. Some time before the reports of it falling from the sky, there was some kind of explosion in the orbital space just east of Azulakas, meaning something shot it down.
Scrap Rats
"I think we have a misunderstanding." says CK. "I have no intentions of threatening you or anyone else in this room. The security detail is only here to protect me! As long as none of your people shoot, the security detail won't do anything." In response to CK's words, the two heavily armed cloaked Cicada agents lower their weapons, which have remained on yellow status since they first entered the lab. Yellow status means the safety lock is disengaged but the actual fire safety is still engaged, meaning the weapons will not fire when the trigger is pulled. "As a show of good will, I'm ordering my security detail to stand down." says CK before he says something in Pogashanese. The air shimmers again as the two agents partially uncloak, allowing the people in the room to see them putting their weapons to green status before holstering them. Green status means both the safety lock and fire safety is engaged. When engaged, the safety lock prevents the fire safety from being disengaged. Engaging the safety lock will also force the fire safety to engage. "To be honest, I'm under quiet a bit of stress. Cicada Command wants Iblion dead as soon as possible, preferably BEFORE he destroys Augusta. You have no idea how stressful trying to prevent your world's destruction is. He's already wiped out chunks of both the Roxium Augusta Territory and Monsone, killing well over a million people in the process."
Macy laughs. “Well, he didn’t feel this small when I was carrying him around for the last nine months... I thought he would be bigger than that.”
Noelle keeps on filming her.
Kira smiles. “Good, I’m glad you like it. I basically grew up on this stuff.” She laughs softly.
(Lol welp I guess I’m going to go ahead and start this then) One night after falling asleep Casey hears a distant voice, a little girl’s voice... she’s singing a song, he only catches bits and pieces of the words but the melody is soft and sad. ...land far... and pancakes...beautiful place...I wish... the world to mend...war...transcend...lonely feeling never ends...Kansas...friend. The same melody keeps repeating over and over, the little girl is just singing, singing to him.
“Tyramon?” Luca tilts his head. “You’re a long way from home. How did you wind up all the way here, and as a dog no less?”
"I..." Corali looked down in shame. "I'm on the run. I can change my body - shapeshift - at will, so I shifted form into a dog to hide, and to run farther."
"I suppose so...but everyone would be given fair access to help."
She looked to the side.
"Look, people need to live long and happy lives, free to do as they wish. If they seek help, they should be able to find it, and shouldn't be afraid of getting help."
Tsarina slapped Carissa...well...tried to; her hand passed through her face.
"Oh so I haven't suffered from war? at least you still have your damn siblings, at least you've a country, at least your people arent actively being slaughtered. You are not going to do this you self conceited, narcissistic, obsessed, dumb, immature, woman."
Harold took a second step back after looking between the two.
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(I dunno lol...um...lemme think for a bit k?)
"Rules are rules; end of the world or not." The woman said firmly, still not backing down. "Besides, it's probably best to not destroy Augusta in the process of saving this damn planet. And do you really think that two flimsy ass agents will be able to protect you from us? We arent afraid; we overthrew one bunch of tyrants, we're more than happy to add a few more to the list."
She paused, her lips pursed.
She reached across to an intercom (one of four) and pressed a button.
"Henrietta, Williams, confiscate the agent's weapons until they leave the complex."
"That won't do-"
"Oh i'm sorry are you upset about having your trust breeched? Jeez, I sure don't know how that feels." The woman replied, her voice laden with venom. "Here's a novel concept," she continued, "how about as a token of good will you follow the damn rules of my building-"
"But he has already wiped out-"
"I know he has," the woman said viciously, "i know...but nothing is going to bring those people back; do you want a rushed job under duress, or a good job under mutually beneficial aggrements, because the fact of the matter is if you treat us like the rest of your government's slaves, we will not work with you...plain and simple...and if an external member attacks a gang of New Franco, all of New Franco gets involved and i daresay your general public will not be too happy about attacking a bunch of innocent people now."
She gestured to the two militia who walked through the door.
"They will hold onto your weapons while you are in the building, when you leave the building you will get your weapons back, those are the rules, thats how they've always been, thats how it's been for everyone, you will also follow the rules because we do not care. You could be the goddamn queen of kansas and i would still tell you to follow the rules. You do not get special provisions, end of the world or not, do you understand."
the man, now seething in anger, looking at the Gun's parts slowly go dark, decides to give up and focuses on his new plan to revitalize Zoninite. it was lucky that this wasnt the only Gun in the vicinity. in fact, another Gun was approaching right now. the war with the Primeari caused many of these weapons to exist, and the weakness of these weapons made them nearly undetected, unless if you were using the right gear, and had the access code, which also allowed for you to know of the exact coordinates of these other Guns. Sadly, most of these were low on power, but if only he could siphon some of that energy... the Man looked at another screen shown to him, recordings of various drones staring directly at a floating mass of golden shards.
“Ah.” Lucas nods, understanding. “What are you running from? Maybe we can help you?”
Macy shrugs. “He’s way cuter than I thought he would be too, I was honestly half expecting a little blobby lump, but he’s a real person.”
Noelle shrugs. “Well, I don’t exactly have a script. I got assigned to the worst kid in class as my partner, and of course he bailed on me two days ago without writing the script like he was supposed to, so now I have to do the whole project by myself and it’s due tomorrow...” she starts talking faster and faster. “The teacher said we can do any genre we want, it should have some kind of plot to it and it’s supposed to be no longer than 15 minutes but other than that he pretty much gave us free reign.” She shrugs. “I’ll take any ideas you have...”
Kiralyn laughs. “I can’t argue with that.”
(Well you are making this easier, I was trying to figure out how to tie some things together so that works XD so is he going to Kansas to find Carissa?? If you give me a few more posts I might be able to send her to him instead lol)
Carissa looks at her. “I was dead for 20 years and when I woke up everything I knew was gone. My country, my parents, my whole life were all gone. Cait and Connie are all I have left. I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought it would hurt them. I know they’re not going to like me leaving—“ “Carissa...?” “Connie.” Carissa looks up to see Connie standing behind Tsarina. “...You’re leaving?” “I’m not... not forever at least... I’m sorry...” Carissa freezes for a brief moment, then flashes into a little golden ball of energy and zips off down the street, clumsily knocking into lampposts and buildings and eventually disappearing around the corner.
Witta shook her head. "No, just one. I knew her first when we were both apprentices."
Corali shook her head sadly. "No, you can't help. Not more than you already have." She looked at Luca and Isabelle. "I guess now that you know I am actually human, you probably won't let me stay."
Isabelle shrugs. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here for a while, although I don’t have a ton of space.” “I’m going back home to Kansas tomorrow for another round of chemo so you’re welcome to come home with me if you want,” Luca offers. “Me and my brother Ken have plenty of space, it’s really no trouble.”
“No, don’t!” Kansas’ pacifist nature kicks in and he protectively moves in front of the bug.
Tsarina stands up and sighs. "How the hell does she think she can keep Kansas safe if she, firstly, can't control her emotions, secondly, can't make rational decisions, thirdly, is easily swayed by crusty old men-"
"I daresay women would be capable of-"
"Shut the f%$# up Harrison, I'm not in the mood."
"My name's actually...er...never mind."
"-and fourthly..."
She gestured in the general direction of the lampposts and the street. Now devoid of words, the best Tsarina could muster to further express her annoyance was a half-scream-half-grunt before she kicked a patch of dirt and sat down.
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