Five of them. Five giant monsters that had stood against the Titans and destroyed them effortlessly. The names always called out before the flash of light: Birdon, Neo Pandon, Kyrieloid, Enzan, and Moetaranga. First, they had burnt away the colossal Titan without skin, and then the sleeping Titans within the city's walls had fallen before them, and then a female Titan. At first, it seemed like the loss of the wall would be the death of the city... But for the past few weeks, these protectors had torn through the attacking Titans like wheat. But this Titan was different. It was intelligent, and the giant beasts were nowhere to be seen. Eren knew this was his time to shine, to show what he and the rest of his squad had learned. After so much of the city's authority disappeared, the people needed to know that they didn't have to rely on strange crea-

MONSLIVE! NEO PANDON!
MONSLIVE! BIRDON!

FUCK.

At this point, the five monsters didn't even come out in full force. He threw his hands up in defeat, grumbling as the giant chicken bit the head off the Titan and incinerated the body before stomping its head into jelly. This was just another day in the life. But that strange dancing golden figure people had seen around the city... he'd actually come forward. Addressed the town square. Said that there would be an announcement from a representative of the one responsible for the Titan-killing monsters. That was supposed to be soon. Here was hoping it was somewhat interesting.

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Up on stage, two hooded figures stood on either side of a podium, tied-up standards on either side of the stage. The city had lapsed into chaos and madness with the government gone along with the Titans, but these men claimed to be the reason that crime and lack of civil services were the worst of the people's problems. A fifth figure strode up behind the stage, this one... floating off the ground somewhat.

"Bonjour, citizens of an abandoned city! We are the Chibu Corps, protectors of humanity... and slayers of Titans. Like you, our homes were long ago beset by giants as well, far larger and more powerful than the ones you face. These... Titans of Light, we shall call them, sought out our explorers, adventurers, hunters, and merchants in order to destroy them for 'being where they do not belong...' They sought to shackle us to but one world! Yes, your plight spoke to us. For we are brothers, crushed under the heels of giants! But you did not have the advantages we did. We had giants of our own, giants like the ones we have used to destroy the Titans which plague you! Like us, you have fought back with all your might, and you have prospered! Because of your perseverance, we have come, from distant worlds."

The hooded figure removed his cloak, letting it fall to the ground. Though the floating creature, all brain and tentacle, was greeted by screams at first, a respectful silence came over the crowd as they remembered that this was the being that helped save them from the Titans.

"Though your defenders vanish, though your king has abandoned you, you are not alone. For we have come to bring you into a cosmic brotherhood of those who have been oppressed, ignored, destroyed, and risen above the heel of those who would use their power to destroy what you hold dear! We invite you into the brotherhood... of Shocker+! Join us, and never be trod underfoot again- by man, king, or Titan!"

The other hooded figures removed their cloaks as well, letting them fall to the ground. At first, another scream scream... but then, cheers. The Titanslayers. The beings from beyond the stars, here to help the humans live safely. Here to help defend them from those who would crush them. It was hard to say no to the help of friendly neighbors in the absence of their leaders and regular defenders. The standards unfurled, revealing a two-headed eagle clutching something in its claws.

"Bon, bon, bon! I see you like this agreement! Well then... it is time for us to wipe out what is left of the Titans! Adieu!"

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The pink-haired little girl sat in the street, crying over a cat, dying from cold and wet. In the shadows, two red eyes looked out as a small, white creature- seemingly equal parts cat and rabbit- began walking out to the girl.

"Contract? I can make mi-"

The crabbit, however, was interrupted by a booming voice as sand began dropping from her clothes.

"SPEAK YOUR WISH, YOUNG LADY. YOU MAY HAVE ANY ONE WISH."

The girl gasped, jumping away from the cat as a torso made of sand, with dangling legs, formed in front of her. The creature coughed and crossed its arms.

"TO GRANT THE WISH OF THE DOWNTRODDEN... TO ALTER TIME TO BUILD A BRIGHTER FUTURE... THAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE IMAGIN."

Still nothing. Did he pick a deaf kid or something? "THE COURSE OF DESTINY IS IN YOUR HANDS. SPEAK YOUR WISH AND IT WILL BE SO."

"Um... well... can... can you save this cat? Make sure it doesn't die?"

The sand-man sputtered. Usually the wishes were a bit more effort-intensive. Grab absurd amounts of money, beat up a Yakuza boss... all sorts of things along those lines. "...uh... _{I gotta admit that's a little out of the usual ballpark. But... UH y-YE,} *ahem* YOUR WISH SHALL BE GRANTED."

The sandy torso pulled itself out of the ground, now a full body. It stretched before picking up the cat and running off at top speed, passing several buses along the way before dropping off the cat at the emergency room of the local veterinarian... and forcing a few technicians and vets into the room for good measure. As they began to warm up the cat, life and energy slowly returned to it. The rabbit turned to leave, collapsing into sand.

"THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN FULFILLED."
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The blue-hair girl sat crying in the hospital, having visited a childhood friend. That accident... it meant he could never play the violin again. The cat-rabbit thing, again, slunk out of the shadows... and was once again interrupted by the appearance of a sandman, spreading acoss the floor.

"THIS WORLD IS CRUEL AND UNJUST, YOUNG GIRL... BUT WE IMAGIN EXIST TO CHANGE THIS. SPEAK ANY WISH AND IT SHALL BE YOURS."

"If... if you can make Kyosuke well again... Let him play the vio-"

"_{oh for fuck's sake, I thought Rabbit was kidding about this high school drama bullshit...} YOUR WISH SHALL BE GRANTED."

Pulling himself out of the ground, this sandman pulled a communicator, stepping through a bathroom door into a desert.. "Hey, Rabbit? Yeah, pull the GaohLiner around. We gotta make a trip. Yeah. Yeah, Athas should work."

Ten minutes later, a short, stocky bearded man in a loincloth barged into the hospital room, waving a staff and shouting a strange language as the sleeping boy's hand and body returned to normal. The man nodded and left, returning to the desert behind the door. The jellyfish Imagin nodded.

"THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN FULFILLED."
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Several weeks had passed. No despair. No witches. The ones that were SUPPOSED to be there had been destroyed and their grief seeds rendered useless. QB was pissed. But tonight, something big was happening. A parade of silhouetted magical girls walked through the city streets, in advance of a giant construct of gears and magic. Walpurgisnacht was upon them. To stop it, it would require magical girls. And here they were- blue hair, pink hair, black hair with glasses, and all the rest. The crabbit had one last chance.

"Contract? I can ma-" "SIEG SHOCKER!" OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

The skies darkened as, far above, tremendous humanoid shapes flew into formation, blotting out the sun. Drawing rifles, they leveled them downward... and began firing. Bullets half a foot in diameter impacted the gear-creature. Though they did almost nothing, the rain did not stop- pushing it downward, slowly, chipping off small chunks of the gear. Soon, ammo depleted, the first volley moved to reload. Walpurgisnact spun up its gears, trying to ascend to reach the first rank of Zakus... only to be met by fire from the second rank of the green giants. The first rank resumed their fire, aiming to flip the giant witch over as a shadowy figure walked beneath Walpurgisnacht, drawing a black device. As it opened up, a black cloud shot up, engulfing the titanic witch... and leaving a tremendous black cloud in its place. Sufficiently weakened, the shadowy figure leaned down and picked up a doll like the ones the Chibu Corps carried about... though this one an effigy of the fallen Witch.
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"THE FINAL CONTRACT IS COMPLETE."

That was it. The one wish uniting the hearts and minds of everyone in this city at that moment, and the Gaoh Liner- and the Imagin within- were absorbing the energy from granting it. Jellyfish and Rabbit placed the figurine of the reality-distorting witch onto a shelf, looking out the window as reality warped around them. In this world, wishes had power. The world was malleable. And it was about to be reshaped in the image of Shocker. A green wave was spreading across the land, forever altering the face of the world of the magical girls.

And so the pursuit continued, as Sir Attwatter and Sir Garret held their positions in the vanguard. Her Majesty kept her position in the rearguard alongside Sir MacCabe. Grinning devilishly, Sir MacCabe aimed his rocket launcher to the general position where he last saw the possibly mutant culprit fleeing.

"Alright ya bastard. Ti-" He began, before noticing out of the corner of his eye that his liege was staring at him annoyed. "What? I'm sure Attwatter can piece him up." She and Sir MacCabe kept the pursuit as Gwendolyn slapped herself with her left hand. "I'm not worried about the mutant having to be pieced back up. No, what I'm worried about is you firing into a crowd of civilians! I need civilians to draft into my military. Plus your act-"

Sir MacCabe nodded in shame as he kept his rocket launcher in place. "Y-yes of course your Majesty" He glanced his head back up as he stared forward back into the crowd, and keeping his trigger finger ready.

Meanwhile Sir Garret glanced at Attwater, as the pair began weaseling through the crowd"Target: Blue eyes indentified. Percentage of mutant heritage will be re-assessed upon more identification. Probability remains the same, as that single factor is not enough to either decrease or increase it."

Sir Attwatter meanwhile tossed his syringe in some vain attempt of striking the hooded mutant. Hopefully it would hit. And hopefully it would be the right combination to be a proper nerve agent slowing response time. Sir Attwatter retrieved another syringe as he addressed the crowd. "Attention civilians! This is a matter of the Royal Court, if you would please be so kind, please do not stay entrenched in a crowd formation. You will not be safe if you remain in this formation!"

And so Sir Garret and Sir Attwatter continued in seeking the individual, trying to spot the suspected in the dense crowd.

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Black Rock Shooter winced as her shot exploded. He'd managed to counter at the last second... As the smoke flowed around her, she calmly shook her head. Rock Cannon was a useful weapon, but it seemed that she would have to counter him in melee from the looks of things... the massive black barrel dissipated into blue lights, just as the glinting black blade of her katana materialized in her opposite hand. Clutching the hilt in both, she erupted forward, breaking into a sprint. She burst out of the smoke just as it cleared, the blade pointed directly at the enemy's chest!

Seeing his enemy burst out of the smoke with the intent of impaling him with her sword, Kiba once again gathered his power onto his right hand, but this time he shapes it into a blade. He responds to his enemy's charge by blocking her strike with his own weapon. He then attempts to push her back and make her slightly stumble, which would result in an opening.

Saber paused for a moment. It was true, her body did process food into prana. It was simply how Servants worked, though she did not share many of the other circumstances of other Servants. The King of Knights wondered if that was the reason her body was unfeminine. In the back of her mind, she heard Rin admonishing her for maintaining that belief. Certainly, Rin did disagree and felt that she was rather pretty... Saber frowned for a moment. Well... if that was how she felt, perhaps it was true? But there was a possibility that it was simply because Rin was her Master... And it was not a matter Saber usually put much thought into.

... Well, there was a clear option to take. She could quickly get a second opinion.

Gazing at Nono with the utmost seriousness in her eyes, as if this was a critically important manner, Saber began.

"Rin insists that I am, but I cannot be sure," she began, her tone as serious as her expression, "Nono, am I pretty?"

Meanwhile, the chef carefully watched as Gintoki counted his money, then gave a sift nod. Nope, there was no chance of being cheated here, this agent was a good customer! ... Unlike that one guy. He was a jerk. A big jerk. But this one seemed like he was fine. "Very well! I have to get back to the kitchen, see you!"

Her hat bobbing through the crowd, the chef hurried away.

The waiter nodded quickly. "I'll take you to your seat."

He turned on his heel and lead the spy towards an unoccupied table. Nearby was the agent that the head chef had just finished speaking with, Gintoki. "Someone will be right with you, sir."

With a smile and a firm nod, the waiter hurried off.

The figure, darting into the crowd, as surprised when they started parting. Mostly because of the odd pursuit rather than any respect for the royalty present, but it was unlikely it would appear that way. Glancing back over their shoulder, the figure unwisely took their eyes off of where they were going, and their foot caught one of the civilian's. Both the cloaked figure and the civilian went to the ground with a thud.

Packages of food, clearly hastily wrapped in the restaurant, came tumbling out of the figure's cloak and scattering across the floor.



Marisa frowned, tucking the mini-Hakkero back beneath her hat. Aww, they didn't want her to blow a hole through the robot? But that would definitely get them in! ... Sure, it wasn't exactly subtle, but it was cool. That was what mattered, right? ... Well, okay, infiltration had to be sneaky sometimes, but still...

"Hmph, I guess you just don't want the flashy entrance..." the Perfectly Ordinary Witch shrugged, before following Misaka. Well, at least she was right about one thing, it looked like the place had all kinds of alternate entrances. None of them nearly as fun as blasting a hole in the side of the thing, but still, it wouldn't be too hard to get in if they were quick. Marisa glanced around, eyes peeled for anyone watching them. Well, if they were going to be secret, they had to do it quick. If the people here were anything like Voile's occupant, they'd be on the lookout for anyone trying to break in.



Black Rock Shooter gritted her teeth as her blade clashed against her enemy's newly-formed weapon. As he pushed back, she lost a little ground, skidding back along the sands. However, the Otherself had certainly faced dangerous enemies before. She leaped back suddenly, in a bid to set her target off-balance when he was no longer pushing against something. Regardless of the outcome, her black katana snapped up swiftly as she prepared to either block or slash at the man in the dark armor. Internally, she contemplated changing to a single-handed style and calling Rock Cannon back...

But that could wait until she was certain of her enemy's next move and how she could counter it.



The Leader paused for a moment, at the offer.

"... The mission to the UMMA Tanngrisnir, was mostly successful," she began, "However, there was a failure of one specific objective. There was no agent planted onboard the ship."

The Leader strode forward, approaching Cinder. "There is a device, a component to my war machine, on the world that ship is travelling to. However, it is difficult to infiltrate it or attack it head-on. If I hope to destroy the UMMA, I will need this object. Do you understand?"



The source of the fires wavered, and the flames themselves faded. A voice could be heard from the center, a rather irritated tone from the sound of things.

"Ah, damn, there was someone still alive in there?"

The source was a redheaded woman, wielding some kind of fiery pick. She rested the end of her pick on the ground, titling her head to the side as she did. It didn't seem like she'd expected anyone alive to be there, to say the least. "Well, shitty UMMA scanners prove it again. Kept saying you were, like, hell, I dunno, not here. Sorry about the whole 'nearly cooked you alive' thing."

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Jericus grinned when he manage to hit the masked samurai with one of his lasgun shots. This was short lived when he realized that he just hit the mask turned into a frown. This then turned to panic as he saw the large blades rise out of the ground. Jericus tried to doge our of the way of sword petals but was to slow. The sword petals glance off his armor gouging a deep cut in it and the sword petals also manage to his left leg. The impacted sent him flying a few feet away. Trying to stand back up his prosthetic leg started to spark and leak hydraulic fluids 'frak this isn't good,' he thought to him self. He reach for one of his frag grenades quickly reciting the Blessing of the bomb before pulling the pin on the grenade and chucking it at Senbonzakura.

"Thanks." Gintoki stated as he nodded, watching the chef go on her way. Well, with that kind of response it felt clear that this restaurant was one he could feel comfortable in; one that reminded him of those small family-run restaurants at home... Except, well, a lot larger in scale. But if the chefs had the ability to socialize with their customers, then it made things all the easier. Maybe he could get some sort of work off of them in the future if he wasn't being dragged off by whoever sent out the orders. Then again, he was more a reserve agent than anything. Odd jobs were good enough for pay, so why do anything further?


Suwako frowned as her opponent easily split apart the Mishaguji, but didn't think much of it. Of course someone who could perform such feats would have counters to the supernatural. Quickly reforming the essence of the curse gods at her feet, Suwako readied herself to attack again before a stream of metal shards- no, four streams of metal shards- came flying at her. Frowning, Suwako dove underground- quite literally- before covering up the hole she had just made before beginning to burrow around. She didn't mean to stay there for long, of course; in a few seconds, Suwako had burrowed her way through the sand and made her way directly beneath her opponent. Clapping her hands together, Suwako whispered a small prayer before pushing on the sand above her. The sand immediately gave way, and Suwako sent a massive torrent of water towards the sky while launching herself upwards with another jet of water. As she rose, Suwako began compacting as much sand and stone and other fragments as she could into a single ball, so as to break through the metal fragments floating around her enemy. When she emerged from the ground, Suwako found herself shot headfirst into the maelstrom of steel. Her body was littered with small cuts all over, but the fact of the matter now was that she was inside a closed arena with her opponent. Perfect. Gritting her teeth, Suwako pulled out a spellcard from her sleeve, glaring at her adversary all the while.

"Divine Sakura "Full Sakura Blizzard"!"

Immediately after, sakura-colored bullets shaped like petals began flying out in all directions around Suwako in massive quantities, blending in with the cloud of sword fragments surrounding them.

"Don't. Treat. Me. Lightly." she stated, the number of cuts across her body gradually growing as she continued shooting more bullets.


"Well, of course we don't want to be flashy when sneaking in somewhere. Haven't you ever attempted any sort of espiona- Actually, you know what? Don't answer that." Kakine sighed, forming an array of Dark Matter beetles to go fly around the area and patrol their surroundings. "Don't worry about the reconnaissance; I'm here to protect 10032, so you two just make sure that we don't get caught from the inside."

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Black Rock Shooter gritted her teeth as her blade clashed against her enemy's newly-formed weapon. As he pushed back, she lost a little ground, skidding back along the sands. However, the Otherself had certainly faced dangerous enemies before. She leaped back suddenly, in a bid to set her target off-balance when he was no longer pushing against something. Regardless of the outcome, her black katana snapped up swiftly as she prepared to either block or slash at the man in the dark armor. Internally, she contemplated changing to a single-handed style and calling Rock Cannon back...

But that could wait until she was certain of her enemy's next move and how she could counter it.

Kiba barely manages to avoid losing his footing, having pulled back at the last second before stumbling. His ability to read the subtle cues in an opponent's body language is often times useful. Seeing that his enemy is waiting for him to make the first move, Kiba decides to oblige her. He goes for a high speed thrust, rushing towards her with the tip of his energy blade pointed right at her torso.

If Saber had wanted an impartial opinion for her question, she had definitely chosen the wrong person to do so. The fact that Nono saw her as her 'Onee-sama' would theoretically have made it obvious that the gynoid could not be relied upon for anything resembling a fair judgment when it came to Saber as a person. And yet she had asked anyway, signing herself over to whatever fate awaited her as a result.

Nono sat there for a moment in complete surprise that she would have been asked something like that, before taking a moment, in this case a nanosecond, to do a scan, comparisons, and everything else that would be required of such a question.

After that moment she gave Saber an emphatic nod, smiling brightly at the same time. "Of course," she replied. On the other hand it could have just been Saber's Rank B in Charisma, but such thinks didn't really factor in when it came to Nono. She had the data, and he had human guts and intuition!

A light blush graced her cheeks as she shifted in her seat. "I mean, you're prettier than me, Onee-sama." And this was from the girl who habitually and shamelessly dressed up in maid outfits no less. But given past experiences, it would have been obvious that she didn't care that much about her own appearance, much less find herself jealous of Saber.

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Misaka didn't look back, sure that Kakine would join her, and Marisa as well, though the latter was definitely less certain in that regard. It didn't matter either way, so long as she was able to get inside the giant mech that towered over her. She was confident enough that her companions could find their way inside if need be.

Walking along, she was quickly able to find a maintenance hatch, one that presumably led inside the ship. She crouched as she examined it with her goggles, detecting the flow of electricity. Specifically, the fact that it was sealed via an electronic lock, which could work the manual seal from the void of space. Fortunately for them, that second part was a concern.

With the device visualized in her minds eye, she placed a hand on the metal and activated her ability. She could feel the energy flow, and after a few moments the lock disengaged with an audible thunk. Rising back up, she opened the door to reveal a ladder downwards into a decently lit corridor.

"'Let's go,'" Misaka says with audible anticipation," Misaka said as she started down the ladder, quickly reaching the bottom. Once Kakine and marisa had come down as well, she would head further in, to see what they could find

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Cinder had the urge to hum in interest as she got a glint in her eye, whilst the Leader gave her something that she could do. So, a collection mission, in something that others had failed at before. Well, it would probably be a good test of her skills, if the UMMA had managed to fight off such an attack before. And it would get her more in their glorious Leaders good graces.

"I see," she replied, resisting the slight urge to generate a fireball in the palm of her hand. "What kind of device am I looking for then? And can I assume that you don't care about the method so long as it gets done?" It would make things easier to know what she was going for, as well as what she could do to get it ahead of time.

Senbonzakura was certainly not expecting his opponent to burrow into the ground to avoid his attack. However, he was up to the new challenge that presented itself to him. Not one to wait, he used his sword petal tendrils to dig out the hole Suwako had covered up and proceeded to send them down into the hole to finish off Suwako.

Meanwhile, a tendril unconsciously knocked away the grenade Jericus threw, causing it to land between Kiba and Black Rock Shooter.

Before the sword petals could catch up, however, a ball of stone and sand shot up from the ground, breaking through the cloud of sword petals around Senbonzakura. The petals quickly stripped away the ball of stone, revealing Suwako within it.

"You fool!" Senbonzakura shouted as multiple tendrils of sword petals came from all directions and began to surround Suwako. In this cloud, he had all the power he needed to finish her off.

Or so he wanted to believe. Suwako then fired off a surprisingly large amount of projectiles, quite a few of which burst through his sphere of sword petals surrounding Suwako and struck Senbonzakura, catching him by surprise. Grunting from the pain, he formed a shield between Suwako and himself, unable to believe that something could get past his Bankai so easily. "You should be the one not underestimating me!" Senbonzakura retorted as he increased the amount of petals surrounding Suwako as the sphere of sword petals began to shrink, attempting to crush her within the confined space. However, that was easier said than done with all the bullets hitting the inside, constantly distorting its shape, and some even occasionally breaking through. Senbonzakura moved up and away from the sphere, along with a few small clouds of sword petals, just in case something was about to occur.


Spy followed the waiter and took his seat. As the waiter left, he picked up a menu and examined the possible choices. Hmm.... well, there certainly wasn't any lack on diversity. The only question was what to pick.

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Meanwhile, a tendril unconsciously knocked away the grenade Jericus threw, causing it to land between Kiba and Black Rock Shooter.

As he charges towards his opponent, Kiba notices a grenade dropping in front of him and at the moment it landed, he decides to kick it toward his enemy.

For a few moments, Saber sat in confused silence. She was prettier than Nono? Really? Somehow, she found herself doubting this. Certainly, she did not understand that Nono's opinion on the matter was in the least bit biased. She had expected a completely plainly-stated answer without any influence. It was, perhaps, a rather foolish expectation given the circumstances. The blonde girl looked from the robotic girl to herself, casting a serious investigative gaze over her body. Rin did think she was pretty, too... For a few moments, Saber sat like this, before finally looking up at her fellow agent.

"Really?" she asked, her tone somewhat perplexed.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the agents had lost track of time. It would not be too much longer until they required back up further for briefing on further anti-Shadow Eternity measures.

The menu spread out massively before the Spy. Only one item, the Gigaceros, seemed to be off limits. A message beside it, blinking on and off, was even declaring 'Don't even mention it'.



Well, it looked like Misaka had located a good entrance, even if Marisa hadn't gotten to make their own entrance... She shrugged, and clambered down swiftly to make her way down the ladder. She did have experience with somewhat more stealthy entrances like this, but the best were still the flashy ones with all the explosions. After all, what was the point of magic if it wasn't flashy? As quickly as she could, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch hurried down the ladder and reached the bottom with Misaka.

"Okay, what now?" she asked, turning to the other girl.



Black Rock Shooter blinked when her opponent stopped suddenly, and then swiftly realized what he was trying to do. As the small explosive hurtled through the air towards her, she snapped her katana forward. There was a hissing sound as it tore through the air and hit the grenade, and the a brief grating sound as the dark steel passed right through it. Both halves of the grenade hurtled off to either side of her, skidding across the sands and lying inert and harmless. Her opponent having already chosen his route of attack, the otherself made her own charge across the sands, swiftly bringing her katana down for a vertical slash, aiming to bisect him entirely.



"It is rather simple," the Leader replied, calmly. "It's a chair. Designed rather like the throne for some kind of royalty, located near the location's UMMA base. They don't know what it is and have placed it in a museum, as a relic of some lost technology. How, it is a rather vital piece of our war machine. After all, it's rather difficult to assault the UMMA with conventional tactics."

The Leader produced a holographic projector and offered it to Cinder. From it was displayed what looked like a technological throne of some kind, a chair with a tall back. However, there were various clamps across it, and plugs in the back where cables were clearly once attached.

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Black Rock Shooter blinked when her opponent stopped suddenly, and then swiftly realized what he was trying to do. As the small explosive hurtled through the air towards her, she snapped her katana forward. There was a hissing sound as it tore through the air and hit the grenade, and the a brief grating sound as the dark steel passed right through it. Both halves of the grenade hurtled off to either side of her, skidding across the sands and lying inert and harmless. Her opponent having already chosen his route of attack, the otherself made her own charge across the sands, swiftly bringing her katana down for a vertical slash, aiming to bisect him entirely.

Before he could regret his chosen method of attack, Kiba suddenly found his enemy's blade descending towards him. He raises his blade of energy and attempts to parry it by striking the flat of her sword with a horizontal sideways slash.

Suwako sighed and shook her head as she rapidly switched out her current spellcard for another, maintaining her current barrage of bullets until the absolute millisecond where she switched.

"Frog Hunt 'The Snake Eats the Croaking Frog'!"
The ball of sword petals collapsed for a moment, but never managed to reach Suwako; instead, a giant barrage of explosions bombarded the inside of the attack, causing gaping holes to form everywhere in that formation. Taking the opportunity at hand, Suwako flew out of her adversary's technique and towards his wall of metal fragments as she flicked out another spellcard.

"Clap 'Daidarabotchi's Worship'!"

The ground immediately began to shake before a series of giant stone hands formed on the outskirts of the battle, clapping shut and trapping whatever fragments they could in between them. These hands would then proceed to sink into the ground, only to be layered over by another set of hands. As a pair of stone hands took down most of her opponent's shield, Suwako pulled her fist back and began to layer it with iron.

"Don't screw with me!" she shouted as she launched her fist at the samurai's face.


Kakine looked at the two as they slipped in before forming another beetle to monitor the entrance they were taking in and planting it just out of plain sight. Though he didn't prefer to use his abilities for such mundane tasks, doing this was better than getting arrested in a world they knew nothing about for mass destruction. For all he knew, they still carried the death penalty here... Which, to be fair, could be mitigated with his body, but he couldn't say the same about the other two.
His goal was to protect 10032, though, and that he would. Without hesitation, Kakine slid down the ladder and landed at the bottom, there the other two girls were waiting.

"Should I leave analysis to you, 10032?" he asked, looking around carefully as his beetles flew about outside.

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Seeing the samurai had deflecting the grenade he thrown caused him to cures silently. 'Come on Ignace think,' the guardsman took out his combat knife and mounted it on to his bayonet. Switching his lasgun to full auto he brought it up to his shoulder, "Bringer of death, speak your name. For you are my life, and the foe's death," he recited Litany of the lasgun. Putting the samurai into his sight and started to fire at Senbonzakura. "Come at me you heretic scum!" he shouted as he fired at Senbonzakura.

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Nono had definitely not lost track of time, at least on a subconscious level, but for the moment she was content as she was. It wasn't as if there would be major repercussions from their being a bit late anyway, and this was more important in the grand scheme of things. Onee-sama mattered more than any mere meeting could ever.

It was once more amusing to behold Saber giving herself such intense consideration, as if she couldn't believe what she was being told. Certainly she had received such compliments before, yes? Like, from that Rin person she kept mentioning, or someone else in her life. There was no way that Nono was the only one who thought that way, though a part of her wouldn't have minded if she was.

"Yeah," she answered with a happy nod. At this point it didn't seem like she'd be able to convince Onee-sama, but if she said it enough times then eventually it might sink in. "And besides, you're really good with a sword while I just kinda break things in half on accident. That has to count for something." A nervous chuckle accompanied that, though it was the truth. Aside from improbably splitting things, she wasn't very good at close range combat, as the battle with Katana Lady could attest to.

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Misaka 10,032, Client World Macross

Misaka glanced back as she was joined by her two companions, one eager and the other more cautious as they entered the corridor that led deeper into the ship. They had escaped notice, and an application of her goggles would show the flow of energy moving further inside, which would have provided a path for them to follow if there had been more than one way to go. As it stood though, they had little choice in the matter.

"'That would be wise," Misaka replies with a thoughtful expression," Misaka said in her standard monotone to the question. It would be the most efficient way, though certainly Kakine's input would be welcome. But for the moment, there wasn't much to observe anyway.

Without another word she turned and began walking, leading them down the corridor that they had found themselves in. It was wide enough for two to walk abreast if they squeezed a bit, but for now Misaka led the way. There were few branches, and it was a relatively straight shot to another door. Along the way, it was easy to see the metal paneling, wires, and the lights that allowed them to get by.

Beyond the first door they encountered, a short distance from the entrance, was a larger room. There were lockers, as well as several space suits to go with them, of a relatively streamline design. "'This appears to be a room to prepare for extravehicular activities,' Misaka notes as she examines the devices present," Misaka told them as she got a good look at everything important for the Sister Network to go over later. Certainly it would make sense with this being a vessel designed to go into space. And with this, there would be a lot more beyond, she was sure of it.

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Cinder Fall, Shadow Eternity HQ

Cinder took the projector as she looked at the object displayed, whilst the Leader described what it was. On the surface it didn't seem too amazing, just a simple chair, but it also seemed to have some sort of capability to link in with the person sitting in it, if she didn't miss her guess. On the plus side, it made it easier to know that the UMMA didn't place much value in it. Assaulting a hospital was much easier than assaulting a military base.

"I see," she replied with a nod, putting the projector away. The only problem would be moving the thing, and she could most likely manage that somehow. There were a few items she had in her arsenal that might assist there.

A shrug then as she took a step back. "Well, unless there's anything else you'd like to tell me, I suppose I shuld get going,

It wasn't a good day for Tokiwadai's Ace, by any stretch of the imagination. Through some unknown means, she'd found herself moved to a desert that obviously couldn't be anywhere near Academy City, and there was hardly a plausible reason for it. The only teleporters she'd ever encountered had far too limited a range to pull off something like this. That, and the only one likely to be anywhere near her person could at least be trusted to not leave her in the middle of a desert, even if 'respect my privacy' was a demand never likely to be heeded.

At least this desert wasn't completely trackless. There were buildings in the distance, even if it was quite a journey through hot scenery that did nothing more to better her mood. Their being completely ruined made things even worse, as well as the ashy pits.

The sounds of fighting were unmistakeable, leading the schoolgirl to walk on what appeared to be... a few girls and a soldier fighting what seemed to be two expressionless suits of armour. Snap judgements are rarely the best ones, and Misaka was far from at her mental best, and the schoolgirl opted for what her experience had taught her: expressionless suits of armour tended to mean robots and people operating on the wrong side of the law, especially as one of them was fighting a child.

This probably explained why the bolts of electricity leaping for Kiba and Senbonzakura were more powerful than was necessary to incapacitate a person.

Senbonzakura was now growing incredibly frustrated. This girl had managed to fight against his Bankai and survive for a long time now. Most people that fight him normally died painfully in a matter of moments against his Bankai. And now this so-called god girl was trying to contain his Bankai in the earth. Who did she think she was?

As Suwako lunged towards Senbonzakura, he merely said, "Reckless fool," as he used the sword petals he had brought with him to form a shield. The odd soldier nearby was firing lasers, which Senbonzakura planned to deal with, but Senbonzakura failed to notice the lightning heading toward him until it was too late.

Senbonzakura was dealt a direct hit from that lightning, then dealt more hits from the laser bolts. Suwako's punch, however, was blocked by the sword petal shield.

After falling to the ground, Senbonzakura got back up, and he was definitely not a happy camper. He didn't know who fired that lightning at him, but he was definitely going to find out.

"HOW! DARE! YOU!" Senbonzakura yelled. The first two words formed cracks in the ground, but the last word caused the ground the spew out geysers of cherry blossom sword petals that had been thought to be trapped within the earth. Senbonzakura raised his hands, directing the petals to move according to his will. As he did so, the petals moved twice as fast as they normally did.

6 large tendrils of sword petals were directed towards Suwako from as many angles as possible, while 3 were shot towards Jericus in a similar fashion.


As Spy browsed the menu, he noticed the odd warning for the Gigaceros. While it was certainly quite curious, Spy thought it best to not order it. After all, the warning was probably placed there for a reason, and Spy was not willing to risk anything over a simple menu choice.

Looking further, he made his choice for something simple and elegant. A nice dish of salmon. Yes, when someone would come to take his order, that is what he would order.

Guts eyed the new woman, some kind of magician, no doubt. The black swordsman holstered his repeater bow, and shouldered his massive blade, maintaining his distance.
She was talking about stuff he didn't understand. What was a scanner? What was an ummer?
More noteworthy was the way she could control flames. It didn't come from some device, so it had to have been magic- strong magic. Even Schierke couldn't conjure flames like that. The lazy attitude about meddling with supernatural forces was also a bad sign.

Guts grit his teeth, and stared down the redhead.
"The hell's your problem, kid? Fire's for sieges, not anti-infantry." he scolded the rookie.
"Now you've got a buncha undead running around on fire. As if they weren't already enough of a pain to deal with."

Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B

It wasn't a good day for Tokiwadai's Ace, by any stretch of the imagination. Through some unknown means, she'd found herself moved to a desert that obviously couldn't be anywhere near Academy City, and there was hardly a plausible reason for it. The only teleporters she'd ever encountered had far too limited a range to pull off something like this. That, and the only one likely to be anywhere near her person could at least be trusted to not leave her in the middle of a desert, even if 'respect my privacy' was a demand never likely to be heeded.

At least this desert wasn't completely trackless. There were buildings in the distance, even if it was quite a journey through hot scenery that did nothing more to better her mood. Their being completely ruined made things even worse, as well as the ashy pits.

The sounds of fighting were unmistakeable, leading the schoolgirl to walk on what appeared to be... a few girls and a soldier fighting what seemed to be two expressionless suits of armour. Snap judgements are rarely the best ones, and Misaka was far from at her mental best, and the schoolgirl opted for what her experience had taught her: expressionless suits of armour tended to mean robots and people operating on the wrong side of the law, especially as one of them was fighting a child.

This probably explained why the bolts of electricity leaping for Kiba and Senbonzakura were more powerful than was necessary to incapacitate a person.

As Kiba was trying to parry his enemy's attack, he notices too late the bolts of lightning heading straight for him. He jolts away from his opponent in an attempt to dodge, but it was useless. The lightning struck him, resulting in a howl of pain and frustration, but mostly the latter. Faint traces of electricity crackled from his body, and smoke emanated from him. He turns towards the source of the lightning attack and in a fit of anger, he unleashed a blast of dark red energy from his left palm headed straight for the surprise attacker.

Saber finally raised her head to look away from herself. Yes, she was certainly skilled in combat, there was no denying that... And... Rin had said she was pretty, and Nono as well... was it the truth? It was not easy for Saber to accept it even if she had been told it before. However, there was food to eat, plenty of food that she could not ignore. Just as Saber prepared to dig in, her communicator loudly blipped several times. Looking from her food, to her communicator, then back again, the King of Knights hesitated for several moments before finally reaching down and producing the device.

On the screen it projected a simple message.

'Briefing commences in exactly 10 minutes and 34 seconds.'

"... I..."

Saber looked from her food and back. She had gotten entirely distracted from the briefing after the conflict and heading to the restaurant. Indeed, everyone sporting such a communicator in the restaurant would receive the same message.



As Marisa followed, she wondered at their surroundings. Certainly, she had never previously seen anything like this in person, Gensokyo was rather lacking in such high technology on a large scale with a few exceptions. She had seen some things somewhat similar to this in the manga she nabbed from Kourin, but it was really pretty different from seeing it up close like this. Naturally, Marisa's eyes were on anything she could potentially steal. Small objects, stuff she could fit under her hat. Sure, she had the whole storage thing with her hat but this kind of thing still needed something small...

"Wow... this is awesome!" Marisa looked around with a wide grin as she investigated the suits. She did kind of want to go ahead and steal one, but there was too many ways that could go wrong right now. Instead, she kept her eyes out for anything smaller she could potentially manage to hide away under her hat or in her clothing. "I'm glad I met you, I might've missed this kinda thing if I didn't..."



Black Rock Shooter lept back when her attack was deflected... and paused for a moment when lightning seemed to spring from no-where and strike her foe. Her clue eyes swiftly tracked the location that the electricity seemed to originate from... and found a girl, in some kind of school uniform. That was an unexpected sight in a desert, but there had already been many other unexpected sights. As her opponent ran towards the newcomer, the otherself sprang into action!

Pouring speed on to outrun the blast from her enemy, she spun herself in front of it and lashed out with her katana. The black steel clashed with the burst of energy, and there was a crackling sound as she forced the edge through it, tremors running up the girl's arm as she did. With an ear-splitting crack, Black Rock Shooter split the energy blast and sent it dissipating into harmless particles. Lowering her right hand, her left snapped up as blue light gathered to form Rock Cannon.

"You are my opponent."

The moment Rock Cannon appeared in full, the immense black barrel gleaming in the desert sun, blue energy gathered in the end and erupted out in a burst of light!

The little girl peered up over her hiding spot. Someone else had shown up? And they were helping to fight the bad guys...?



"Transport is located in the lower levels," replied the Leader, calmly, turning to face the cylinder that housed Dead Master and her consoles. She had issued her orders, and that was all that she had left to do. "I do not care how you obtain the Seat, as long as you do."

And with that, her focus left Cinder entirely. She was completely focused on monitoring her consoles. Certainly, whatever she was looking at there must have been important.



"Well, I was going to turn up the heat until there wasn't anything left, but..." the woman sighed deeply, fishing a metallic device with several dials and antenna on it from one pocket as she did. It was now releasing several blipping sounds in rapid succession as she held it up. The woman narrowed her eyes in irritation. "That's technology for you. No substitute for magic. Why didn't it say you were here until now? Piece of shit."

She sighed. "I didn't want to light you on fire, if that's what you wanna know. Guess I'll have to deal with them more carefully... Anyway, you want outta here, right?"

The woman raised an eyebrow at Guts.