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RP: YSS Miharu Mission 5, Part 2: The Fight For The Lost

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Yukari heard the tears, even as her own dried on her cheeks. Someone died, or was dying. It was not the Taisa; they would have known. Masako? Mara? Miyoko?

She believed it was Mara. Hinoto sounded very upset, but also a little angry, somewhere inside her voice. Something was happening, but Yukari trusted the sisters with her life. There was a plan; she followed it.

"Acknowledged, Hinoto-san." She sniffed — not over the radio — and turned to Melisson's room. "Let us go," she said to the rest, and floated into Melisson's room with the demon in her arms.

Yukari did not want to vocalize it, but she trusted Melisson not to phase an insect into her body.
 
Nyton ignored Asher's arrow marks directing attention to the trophy dress he had acquired. It was interesting to note that Asher had also become much quieter yet more animated. He listened to Hinoto and could hear the sadness but was unsure to whom it was directed. With the direction from Hinoto though along with orders from Yukari he then relayed direction to Kai.

"Nakamura, we are moving towards the Observation Room per Hinoto's instruction. Make ready the casualties for transportation and we will carry them upon arrival. Gather whatever weapons you have available as well in case we encounter hostiles enroute to pick up by Hoshi. Most of our weapons are either out or low on ammo." Nyton radioed ahead.

Nyton did not look forward to more possible combat. Right now it was requiring everything he had just to stay focused and keep moving. His motions discreetly kept Melisson within the range of his anti-phasing field.
 
Yuzuki stood staring at the thing for a little bit longer than was entirely necessary. The damn thing looked so helpless, so childlike, in Yukari's arms, it was hard to believe that it had been capable of that much destruction and mayhem.

When she resumed her place at point and began to move out, Yuzuki was trying numbly to sort through the communications. The crying, in particular, gave her difficulty and made her wonder what it was that was going on in the Miharu right now. Something very dire was happening that struck an empathetic, resounding chord within her, but Yuzuki didn't cry.

For once.
 
The immediate firefight was over... and the resulting silence struck Miyoko as rather eerie, suddenly letting her hear all the little sounds in the medlab for the first time in what felt like hours. She desperately wanted to take off her armor and just relax, but it didn't feel right. The Black Knights were still away, the Hoshi was still docked, and the medical crew was still hurrying around her... things weren't over yet, and she couldn't afford to relax her guard.

And then Mara walked out. It took Miyoko a moment to realize just what her plan was--the sprite who'd almost died to save her back on the Meng Po intended to finish the job now, it seemed. "Dammit," Miyoko hissed into the silence of her helmet, then opened the medlab door fully, stepping out behind the rest of the Miharu's defenders. She stared at Mara across the battle-marred hallway, with her own eyes tearing up. She'd been surrounded by death through the battle, but now... this one more sacrifice seemed a high price to pay to get away from the place alive.

Miyoko took another step forward and pulled her helmet off, letting her mussed hair flop down. "Mara!" she called out, and instantly felt sorry for it. She didn't have any grand speeches planned, and she couldn't find any way to fully express her gratitude. With a wan smile, the science officer weakly added, "Good luck."

She put her helmet back on before the hatch could open or anybody could get a good look at her disconsolate expression once the smile faded.
 
The silent Malifarian's head dipped again in what seemed a show shame. It seemed he had accepted that he was stuck with the burned one. Still! By the way he pridefully tied the dress back on his head, and the more resolute stance he had, it seemed he was finding the brighter side! Yes! Of course! This was a battle-scarred item! The burns were proof enough that he himself had burned the team's way into Mefpralphra's chamber! That must've been what Asher thought by recovering himself in such a way. Maybe. Hard to tell.

At any rate, he followed in behind the rest, tailing them into the observation room, keeping the rear covered. If he had any opinion on the business back on the Miharu, it was difficult to tell. Asher was no more or less animate when Hinoto relayed to them.
 
@Hoshi:

Mara turned, her own helmet's faceplate lifting to show her face through the visor.

"Thank you, Miyoko," Mara warmly told the Juni despite the other closing her helmet off. "Be happy."

Then the faceplate shut itself to a close and Mara's Mindy flipped over to the ceiling and crept spiderlike just to the edge of the hatch, her armored form growing transparent as she activated her thermoptic camouflage.

"Get ready now. Just mow down the ranks immediately in front of the hatch. I'll signal to Hinoto once I'm clear and she'll close the hatch again." Mara instructed, her voice sounding sure and confident. "Hinoto? We're as ready as we'll ever be for this."

Hinoto answered not with words, but rather action. The hatch flipped outward, opening the ship to the teeming horde beyond. The defenders quickly lashed out with energy blasts through, hurting, burning, wounding those whom lay beyond. Mara's dimly visible form gathered itself and then leapt out over the attacks.

As the enemies roiled enraged toward the open aperture, Mara was clear, and the hatch slammed back shut.

@Black Knights:

Yukari's group floated down the ramp and returned to the observation deck. There, they saw the wounded Kai attend to the less tan mobile Kyou, along with the bloody broken wreck of Nimura whom was stranding naked on her single good leg, staring at the volumetric displays.

To those that paid attention to the displays like Nimura, they showed a dark mass of creatures bunched up near Hoshi's closed rear hatch, hunting after a single Yamataian power armor whom had been unable to stealth past their many numbers.

That single soldier - their Mishhu OS translated the alien labels as "Mindy - Second Type" - was a cyclone of activity, enduring a multitude of attacks with forearm energy shields and a stronger field from her dorsal module while mowing through attackers with two long pronged saber-rifles and a small swarm of six drones. The zesuaium-edged blades were enough to keep Mishhu tentacles away, and occasionally spat aetheric ranged attacks that sliced through the densely packed throngs of enemy and helped keep the overwhelming numbers at bay.

Slowly, that lone warrior was inching her way toward the ravaged hulk of the starboard wingpod's remains.

"Black Knights, collect your wounded and get moving to the pick up point," Hinoto told them, going through great effort to stiffle her sobs. "If you can do it quickly, retrieve the unused offensive missile pods from Rin's legs on your way down the ramp and mount them on one of your least damaged power armors."
 
Tom heard all the pain in Hinoto's voice, and, with a quick glance at the volumetric display, he saw why. Someone was running through a gauntlet of enemies, alone and without support.

It looked like a suicide mission. Was it? He didn't know, but the way it left a feeling in his gut, it felt like that.

Why would someone do that, though? He didn't have the context of the situation, and that just left him as confused as hurt.

Registering Hinoto's request, he went over to Rin's armor and began detaching the offensive missile pod and attaching it to his empty armor leg compartment which he had used earlier in mowing down that group of Mishu elites.

"I'm on it. I'll be right here, Shosa."

His armor was undamaged for the most part, compared to the others. Yuzuki's condition was also good, but something in the Engineer told him that he would not permit the young sprite to tear bits off the armor of her nearly dead sister.

It was too much to ask.
 
Nyton approached the volumetric displays as closely as he could without leaving Melisson outside of the anti-phasing interdiction field. As Nyton watched he had no doubt as to what was occurring. The sobs from Hinoto plus the actions of the lone soldier left no doubt in his mind that this was a one way trip. A quick reference check through AIES confirmed the identity.

"That's Mara fighting out there!" Nyton blurted out, his jaw yelling at him in protest for the outburst. He had no idea what was going on or why she was engaged in what had to be a suicide mission but if there was going to be any chance for her to succeed she needed the enemy cleared away. Nyton immediately turned to Melisson and approached her.

"Tell your forces to pull back and away from that Mindy. Now!" Nyton demanded.
 
Melisson's eyes flicked from the volumetric display and then to Nyton before she answered his demand with a frank: "I can't. They won't acknowledge anything I tell them while in that sort of battle frenzy, and I no longer have the means to force the issue."
 
Without Mefpralphra and the psionic enhancements the Interpreter Melisson could not force her will like before. Nyton was not about to give Melisson any means to possess such power again. It did not make him feel the urge to seize Melisson by the hair and drag her any less.

"Then what about some of your forces who are not in a frenzy? Can't you order those to stop the crazed ones or did you send all your forces out against us?" Nyton suggested, already expecting an answer that would not be of any help.
 
Melisson gave Nyton a weary look. "I have already answered you, and your time is too scarce for debate."
 
"You're as useless as this discussion then." Nyton flatly stated before looking away from Melisson to check how Kai was doing with Kyou. He decided to give his jaw a rest from talking and reverted to shared telepathic messaging within the team instead.

"Nakamura, can you manage to carry Gunshin or will you need assistance? And why is Nimura no longer in her Armor? What happened?"

Before Kai could answer Nyton checked the status of Nimura's DAISY and found it to have been thoroughly wrecked beyond any use. Backlogs informed that there had been conflict where Kai had attempted to kill Nimura. During the battle with Melisson and her constant usurping of people's minds it all fell into place.

"Nevermind my earlier question. Nakamura, if you can, I suggest you carry Gunshin while I carry Nimura. Westwood, since you were so active earlier in volunteering to carry someone then you can carry Rin. That leaves Freeman and Yuzuki to cover us." Nyton planned out. He then turned to check Tom's progress with the missile pods and await for any input from Yukari.
 
This time, Yukari made no move to protect Melisson. She was engrossed in watching Mara.

She was elegant in a way Nimura never was. Precise but fierce, menacing but graceful ... beautiful without being dead on the inside. Not a tool, not a machine. A Nekovalkyrja.

If there ever was one, Mara was.

Sacrifice before self.

The tears clung to Yukari's eyes as she watched. Nyton came close to her for a second time — she realized there had been a first — then turned away, disgusted and upset. She did not look down at her charge. In some sense, she was disgusted with herself. She spared a demon, while a sister rushed into a suicide run.

Part of Yukari's mind reminded her, however, that she had to spare this demon to save the others, no matter how painful it was. Mara's sacrifice could not be in vain. Her death had to have meaning.

"Follow the Taii's orders," she sent. "We now are moving."

I will not forget you, Miharu Mara.
 
The sprite didn’t look at the screen.

Oh, she saw it alright, but looking directly at it – making it her primary focus – would have been too much. The rest of the room was little comfort. The broken, nude form of Nimura, Kyou with the hole in her and Rin still unconscious, the Taii angry; these things piled on, stress after stress, and the only thing that the inexperienced technical sentry could do was bear it in timid, mute silence. This was the way things were; the way the real world was.

For the moment, she saw but did not see Kai. When she did realize that she was looking at him, though, Yuzuki looked away again. Something about the sight of him alive and breathing eased her. It was irrational, but it was there – at least he was alive. Against the great toll of deaths, at least there would remain that strange comfort of being wanted. They would sit together, and talk quietly to each other, and things would somehow turn out alright.

Even as she thought that, Yuzuki knew that 'all right' would be impossible. Not after this - not weighed against the deaths, the destruction, and the knowledge she had gained on this short but turbulent year.

Yuzuki turned back to her duties, and again, began to press forward.
 
"Westwood, since you were so active earlier in volunteering to carry someone then you can carry Rin."

Asher had been rather still up to that point, simply standing, staring, waiting for an order, maybe. He seemed engrossed in the opposite wall in the room before the order was handed to him, and even so, he didn't seem to snap to like usual. There was a certain smoothness in stride that was iconically Asher. No quick fly over to assess and be ready. Odd movement to distract people, and especially no joke or odd saying since had been forbidden to speak.

No, Asher just walked over to Rin. With Tom's work done, the Malifarian scooped up the badly wounded Neko gently in his broken arm, his body shaking rather strongly at that, before standing up, and stiffening himself.

A green check-sign appeared over his head to their AIES'.
 
As Kai watched the bulk of the Black Knights return, he received a few orders, and began processing them. some other information passed, and a screen showed something happening at the Hoshi. His mind didn't seem to really comprehend it all, however, too spent on dulling the pain as it was, all his senses seemed to have dulled with it. Kai bent down, barely thinking, and picked up the paralyzed form of Kyou.

He looked at the survivors of the previous battle- The entire group had managed to live, though they certainly looked worse for wear. One was even carrying a battered woman. It didn't occur to Kai that that woman was Melisson, the direct reason he was in so much pain, and was having his senses dulled currently.

Out of the corner of an eye, Kai noticed one of the Powered armors staring at him for a long while, before suddenly jerking into some realization and looking away. It was odd, that reaction. Did he look a mess or something? The yamataian's mind sluggishly scrolled through ideas, none really making too much sense- apparently his OS had tried too hard and just dulled everything instead of just the pain- Pain that he still felt, but silently suffered through.

Talking would be too much effort.

wait a minute... Wasn't there something special about one of them? The Yamataian's less than stellar state of mind pondered. He looked back at the armor that had been staring at him. It had to be that one. Maybe he would remember later, for now, his mind was nowhere- He was as good as a puppet to the Taii and Shosa.
 
At Yukari's order to move out Nyton floated over to pick Nimura up. He tucked away his plasma rifle and decided to cradle Nimura in his arms. He took the severed arm stump into consideration and moved to carry her so that he would not put any pressure on the wound.

Nyton was prepared to hear protest from Nimura but he didn't feel like listening it. They were all injured and even if she could naturally fly as fast as an Armor her condition made for a lack of any discussion to be had. They were already about to lose another soldier. This was a reality he was forcing himself to put off until they could safely be picked up. He was not about to lose anymore.

"Roger that, Shosa. Moving out!"

They were leaving this portable hell hole.
 
@Mara:

It seemed Mara was being shot at from everywhere. So many shots, shots that had overtaken her shield module once, seen it capacitor replenished, depleted her shield module a second time, to then empty her second leg-mounted capacitor.

Swords wove streamers of ardent light in the air as she hewed through overeager zombies and thralls whom rushed her heedless of their existence from the ground, while Mishhu raked her form with railgun fire from above as a prelude to a dive with nets of tentacles reaching out to seize her - tentacles she cut through before slashing and stabbing through the bodies of the Mishhu grunts they belonged to.

...and all along, Mara maneuvered steadily through the enemy numbers, covered by the fire of her drones, until she came close to the twisted girder supports Nao and Suzume had squeezed through to get to the aether generator.

She grit her teeth as a group of five Elites along with an Overseer came to the scene, bearing heavier weaponry. What they loosed first were rocket-propelled grenades that hammered around her, destroying slaves, zombies, thralls and her drones while depleting the last of her shielding.

Then they switched weapons and peppered her position with railgun fire, scooting back in a way that was half-crouched, half-snaking through the girders, Mara raised and activated one of her potent forearm barriers to protect herself from the worst of those attacks.

Almost. The Mishhuvurthyar would have difficulty passing through the tangle of heavy metal bars her slighter self had wormed through and would have to force their way in. If she could hold that position until Hoshi had retrieved the Black Knights, she would be able to retreat deeper into the wingpod and activate the aether generator with minimal interference.

"I'm out of the way of Hoshi's engines, Hinoto. You can go now," Mara announced, panting heavily.

@Hoshi:

With the hatch shut, calm reigned. Mara was gone, and probably would not come back.

Hinoto grit her teeth at Mara's words, and she accessed the auxiliary ship's navigation interface. She did not immediately release the docking clamps, activated the small ship's energized armor and instead activated the gravimetric drives to their minimal setting and slowly incremented their propulsive impulse up.

The gravimetric drives were still covered up by part of Miharu's hull that had survived the crash, but with the docking clamps still on and the engine pushing, something had to structurally give... and the cover were first, splitting and bending open with loud shrieks of metal until they were bare to the insides of the flagship and the enemy numbers massed beyond the rear hatch.

Feeling vindictive, knowing that no more defenders were in the way and that it was okay to leave now, Hinoto gave a stronger push with the gravimetric drives, sending a hard shove of gravity beyond the rear of the vessel to have the Shlarvasseroth's defenders mashed into pulp up close, and bowled away head-over-heel (or the corresponding Mishhu equivalent) from the graviton impulse.

With the sublight engine already revved up to a higher impulse, Hinoto released the docking clamps and there was a hard jolt as the strain of the ship's engine was suddenly redistributed to the black clot-like material that had sealed the wound Miharu had dealt the Shlarvasseroth when she had rammed in.

The solidified slime could not bear up under the sudden force and it shattered under the force arrayed against it, Hoshi suddenly shooting out from amongst the bladed quills of the monstrous SMX flagship.

@Black Knights:
The reconsolidated armor team swiftly made their way down the ramps, following the sloped down, making turn, following another slope down with only the corpses of previous kills along the way.

Those in the lead finally made it to the armored doorway Kyou and Asher had first blasted through. Beyond that turn was the large freight elevator and beyond, another armored doorway that lead to the shuttlebay Nyton had first entered the ship through nearly five years ago.

However, just as they rounded the corner, the elevator's shellclam hatch slid open. With thundering footsteps, a Ripper emerged on armored hooves, its torso twisting to bring most of its weapons to bear.

There was a short exchange of fire were plasma rifles spat in defiance only to find their bolts stopped cold by the mecha's powerful barrier. The Mishhuvurthyar machine in turn lanced their position with aether from its forearm cannons with the 50mm shoulder gauss autocannon screaming as it stitched a deadly line of fire across the corridor.

The Daisies hurriedly retreated around the corner before being hit, though the damage left in the wake of their retreat was no small boast of the Ripper's deadliness.

In their condition, they would be hard pressed to face that opponent. The clock was ticking, and it was in the way.
 
As she hung close to the wall, behind cover, Yuzuki found that the woven tangle of influences in her mind were slowly unweaving into a peculiar, eerie calm. The storm was passing and this was what was left in its lee? Yuzuki realized she was thinking of Mara, and wondering if this was the sort of feeling that Mara had. It had been suicide to go out among all those enemies, alone and unaided, but if the purpose was to save what was left of the ship, what little was left of the Miharu

Over and over again on this mission, Yuzuki had put her life on the line, trying her best to protect the real people, because they were real people, but the Miharu was gone and with it Yuzuki had lost that sense of drive and belonging that it had naturally exuded. Suddenly it dawned on her that the reason she had taken this mission wasn’t really to protect anybody, or to get her vengeance, or even to take out her anger on the enemy that had ripped everything she had ever known or cared for to pieces. They were all factors, but she had seen her ship drive direct into a much larger vessel and it had changed something about her – she had irrevocably lost something, and without realizing it, she had been narrowed into this course of action. Without direction, without her life’s work, Yuzuki had come to weigh what was left of her short existence against the wheel of fate.

Yuzuki, bereft of her ship, had instinctively come to seek her doom.

And here before her was a Ripper armor, with an autocannon on-par with her bazooka, and much faster with better tracking. Yuzuki shuddered to think what that weapon would do to one of the already damaged armors of her companions. To the sprite’s new and empty calm, it seemed like providence that her armor was the least damaged. And the longer she thought about it, the more right and correct the concept seemed. The only logical conclusion was that she would kill this Ripper or, failing that, prevent it from laying into the Black Knights for long enough to allow them to get away.

The 50mm gauss was a medium to long distance weapon with a heavy payload. If she could get close enough, fast enough, and engage the ripper up close in melee, perhaps she would be able to disable it somehow with the concentrated plasma of her forearm weapons. It was desperate, but felt like the best idea. It renewed her sense of purpose.

”Taii, I volunteer. I think I can hold it, and give you time.”
 
Nyton grit his teeth as he tried to read the scans from their sensors to the status of the Ripper. Tom's sensor suite was still functional so he tasked that one for some extra imagery. The Ripper was a fairly strong behemoth but they didn't have to beat the thing, just get around it.

Melisson is useless and we're low on ammo. No flares left. No anti-barrier missiles left. Dammit, I just need a second to think. Think!

”Taii, I volunteer. I think I can hold it, and give you time.”

Yuzuki's words cut across Nyton's thoughts. He then shook his head. "No Yuzuki, we don't need more time. What we need is a way to get around this beast. Since our prisoner claims to be of no use then we do it together." he replied. The tone he used made it obvious that her plan was not acceptable. At least in the execution she had in mind.

He studied the remaining weapon payload and tried to configure some means of fighting back. The first issue to address was the amount of wounded they were carrying. "Shosa, we need to consolidate our stretcher team. Nakamura will carry Gunshin and Rin. I will carry Nimura and Melisson. That frees up you and Westwood for combat. Nakamura can pass his remaining gauss ammunition to Westwood and Yuzuki. Now we still have some explosives so if we just keep it occupied and not let it shoot straight we can make a run for it. Freeman can fire off some of the missiles to track from around the corner. Even if they don't connect they should keep it busy. When it moves to react Yuzuki and Westwood will fire their bazookas while stealthed. Don't worry about damaging it, just try to suppress it. Freeman, add in the fire from your LASR and unload the magazine, SLAG, anything. Focus your combined fire while Suzuka, Nakamura, and myself make the dash. Unstealth so we give it as many targets as possible to spread out it's attention. If it aims at the stretcher team Yukari can use her grenades while the fire team continues to lay heavy on it. Nakamura, if it fires any missiles cover that angle with your countermeasure missiles. The fire team will continue to walk their fire on the Ripper and follow out just behind the stretcher team as fast as possible. Freeman fire off some more missiles to meet it at the corner it if it attempts to pursue. Once we break past it we fly out at fast as possible and stay spread out. No point in getting caught bunched up if it manages to spray at us." Nyton quickly explained to everyone via telepathy.

He waited to see if Yukari would approve, alter or scuttle his plan but either way they needed to do something quickly.
 
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