[b]Dlanor A. Knox - Civilian Areas, UMMA Vessel [i]Tanngrisnir[/i][/b]

The fact that this girl was an angel stunned Dlanor even more. She was? She seemed... well... rather... scatterbrained and undisciplined. To be fair, perhaps she was better on-duty... or she was an angel from a completely different dimension then Dlanor herself. That could explain it as well. The Inquisitor knew that angels from other worlds certainly existed, so that could explain this... silly girl. Because Dlanor, of course, [i]never[/i] did anything silly. At all. Clearly not. Totally.

Her focus shifted, however, when Flonne made a panicked question of what would happen if she did not have a seat on the ship. Naturally, all legal passengers had a seat, so it was not difficult to figure out the implications of the question. Or that this was not nearly as hypothetical as Flonne would like her to think. The only real option here was to answer truthfully, as Dlanor always did. "You would be taken to the ship's holding CELLS. Upon arrival at our destination, you would likely serve one of several potential punishments for stowing away on this VESSEL."

As the door to the passenger areas slid open, Dlanor decided to add further incentive to confessing.

"I do not approve of LI-"

There was a loud crack, the blast of a weapon, which cut her off. And awful sensation ripped through Dlanor's chest. The bullet entered and stopped somewhere within. But... she did not so much as flinch. This? This was nothing. Dlanor had experienced far worse then this. But if it had been one of the other UMMA officers on-board the ship.... Or a civilian...

She turned to face the perpetrator. A black-haired man in his later twenties, in a suit, clutching a gun in one hand. Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun and the man was clearly totally shocked that she was not having the expected reaction to being shot.

"Assault on an officer is not PERMITTED. The punishment is EXECUTION," she said, taking a step forward. Crimson light bathed the walls as the Red Key blazed to life with a hum. The man, however, turned tail and ran in a panic, pushing through terrified crowds. Dlanor paused, then turned to face Flonne again.

"... I cannot continue with this matter at the MOMENT. A more pressing situation has ARISEN," she said, calmly. The bullet in her chest was painful... but the wound was already healing. It would be gone soon enough, it hadn't gotten very deep. She was far more durable then most things such a weapon would be used against.

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Warnings went up through the ship.

The man was not the only Shadow Eternity agent on-board.

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[b]Chiester Sisters - Weapons and Communications, UMMA Vessel [i]Tanngrisnir[/i][/b]

A response to the call for help came swiftly.

"This is Chiester 00," said the eyepatch-wearing bunnygirl, "We are preparing to target the assailants and destroy them immediately."

There was another response, this one far more exuberant. "Finally, some action nyeh! I was gonna star poking 45 in the chest to pass the time if something didn't happen soon, I'm sure she's happy to hear I didn't!"

Chiester 45 squirmed in her seat, at the embarrassing words of her comrade. "N-no! D-don't say things like that..."

"Hehehe... anyway! Initiating firing lock nyeh!" declared Chiester 410, grabbing one of many joysticks. It was a simple control system, allowing her to direct all the cannons on the underside of the [i]Tanngrisnir[/i]. "All Magicannons operating at one-hundred percent!"