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Preface
Chujo Hanabusa Miho had become a ghost over the past weeks; her and her family’s popularity in the fleet was declining due to the heavy propaganda released by the Tange. Labeled as lazy and disloyal the Chujo had isolated herself to her work trying to divert herself from the growing reality that her pledge family was slowly disappearing. Recruitment was non-existent, and even some of her most loyal members were flocking to other families. The Tange controlled everything it seemed; their members were in position of influence and power controlling everything from military promotions to civilian employment on Jiyuu. The Hanabusa seemed to be their primary target, allowing other families to flourish helped divert the attention away from the silent campaign, to eliminate the Hanabusa and move in as the second largest pledge family in the Bakufu.
Miho sat in her office, going over some reports when she was interrupted by an incoming message from Jiyuu. One of her people in the colony was reporting that the Hanabusa aligned populous had been pushed to the bottom of the priority list for movement to the new city which was being built outside of the colony outpost; meaning they were being forced to live in the highly overcrowded, and rater unpleasant conditions in the colony outpost. She tried to dismiss it, closing the message she moved onto another report. Minutes later she slammed her fist down onto the desk.
I can’t take this anymore. Misato has to be stopped. If not, soon she will control everything and the rest of us will be left with no choice but to bow down to her.
Miho’s problems seem to escalate, every message she received that morning was about some act of unfairness that had been bestowed on her people. Her thoughts slowly turned toward a less than sane plan, one that would end this game of tit for tat; Tange Misato needed to die.
Part of Miho’s responsibility in the fleet was the daily transmission of the upper echelon’s ST backups to every ship in the fleet. She managed the database, updated the records and purged the old images from the system. She logged into the system as usual, purging the old files from the system-today however she ensured all but Misato received an update, and made sure the previous copy had been deleted.
Time to set the bait… She thought to herself, going over a report from the owner of the Teahouse on Hotaru where Misato, Kuniko, Kiyoko and the Shoi from the First Expeditionary Fleet had met the previous day. The mention of a display of odd affection between the Shoi and Misato caught her attention, bringing a devious smile to her lips—Misato, ironic that the one time you have a heart-it will be what kills you.
Miho used her superior PANTHEON access to have Hotaru send a request from Misato to Yuriko and from Yuriko to Misato; requesting a meeting. She choose a section of the Iori that was fairly uninhabited, a service area called E deck below the habitat zone of the Iori. She holstered her weapon and left her office, not even looking back with the possibility that she could fail and never be permitted to enter it again.
>ON Hotaru Star Fortress, An Unfortunate Night
Tange Misato requests a meeting with you on E deck to continue your discussion from the teahouse. Hotaru requested of Yuriko telepathically as had been ordered by the Chujo. Similarly Hotaru sent out a request to Misato; Tange Shosho, Yuriko is requesting you meet her immediately.
Misato dropped her pen, sighing as she looked at the partially finished rice cake she was hoping to finish. I wonder... Misato smiled to herself, wondering if perhaps Yuriko wanted to see her about more personal matters, their exchange in the teahouse having been on her mind all day. She left her office and headed towards E deck.
Yuriko perked her head up from her work in the transfer chamber at the mental summons. The Shoi pondered thoughtfully on just what Misato wanted to further discuss. Banishing the horde of volumetric displays, and excusing herself from 'Tenshi, and informing Shii, and Ame to inform Yaichiro she had an important matter else where she left the ship. Thankfully she had asked he to stay until she returned, having wanted to discuss her ship's problems. She had also informed Saito she'd be quite fine on her own, wanting her yojimbo to rest, and relax not to mention familiarize himself with the ship. Still new to Hotaru, the Shoi took a moment to download the route from bay sixteen to E deck, and then proceeded to head there.
E deck was for the most part a service area beneath the habitat zone of the Iori, for the most part it was a place rarely visited by anyone. Blackcoats occasionally patrolled its corridors, keeping out the stray civilian or criminal. The particular spot chosen for this trap had two areas-a service alcove where some supplies were being stored, and a accessway that was setback in relative shadow hidden behind some pipes. It was there the dark figure loomed, awaiting her prey. A shame for the other one...sadly she will need to die too. Hotaru's monitoring of the area began to loop as she had set it to do. Now all their was is to wait....
Just outside of the corridor a few civilians were milling around, most on their way through the deck in a hurry to other parts of the station. But one lonely looking half drunken Nepleslian wearing a long tattered green duster was nursing his sorrows with a bottle of hard liquor. He sundered down the corridor with a clearly drunken state, the short somewhat scraggly brown hair disheveled and poking out in random angles. "Hic stupid...shecurityiesh..." he slurred, spotting a black coat as he wandered.
The Blackcoat, Hakunetsu Mikomi inwardly yawned as she patrolled the corridors of the Iori. It was the end of a very long and dull shift and she was looking forward to being able to go back to her quarters and curl up with her latest "Tales of Nepleslia" romance novel and a steaming cup of hot chai for the rest of her day. Her eyes and her skin vision scanned the corridor as she walked vigilantly forward. She liked her job but, too many frazzled nerves meant for long than normal shifts and some cranky co-workers. The earlier incidents with some members of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet had set most of the other sentries on an even sharper edge than normal.
Misato hummed lowly to herself, an unusually cheery tune; even having fixed her makeup in the lift. She strode through the corridor, hoping that Yuriko somehow had felt what she had in the teahouse, the anticipation made her step nearly a bounce; her mind on Yuriko rather than on the fact she had been called to some dark corner, even when she did think of it she figured Yuriko wanted some privacy.
The Nepleslian, a one: Kanon Dumas hiccupped as he continued to sulk through the hallway, trying to avoid suspicion from the black coats by staying out of their way. But at the moment, the poor guy was leaning on the wall trying to keep his balance. He would trudge in to find a sheltered alcove with a view down the opposing hallway Misato was heading for. The man would lean against the wall and slump down to sit with one leg and the other crossed under . "..."
Yuriko soon arrived on E deck, her mind whirring. Everything about the deck made her a little uneasy, the last time she'd been in a place like this it had been in Black Spiral's base, and before that fleeing for hers and her crew's life on an icy moon near Kimithro. Those memories popped in and out of her mind as she kept walking, moving at a steady pace. One thing did remain a constant though, just what did Misato want to discuss down here? Perhaps she simply wanted to be away from prying eyes. The Shoi shrugged as she arrived at the alcove, deciding to give the Shosho the benefit of the doubt.
Mikomi sighed as she walked into the upper area of E deck towards the accessway. Her mind was swimming at the notion of her favorite Nepleslian Marine liberating the slave neko from cruel Elysian masters and having wild passionate love before they made their escape. She frowned slightly as she noticed she was in E deck. Great... dull times ahead for the next 5 minutes.
Miho watched as the first of he targets arrived, she readied herself to pull the gun and make her shot. Misato arrived then, looking at Yuriko with a happy smile, "I am glad you called me here, I take it you have something to tell me Yuriko?" she inquired, her eyes taking in the appearance of the Shoi she had fondly remembered from the teahouse.
Yuriko turned towards the familiar voice, seeing it was Misato. The Shoi bowed, and listened for the most part untils he frowned just a bit. "But...Tange-Shosho...I did not call you here...you called me here. I received the request via Hotaru not too long ago... Hotaru said you wished to continue our discussion..."
The drunk shifted some, his foot sticking out into the corridor but probably wouldn't go noticed unless someone was really paying attention. "Hiccup. Whats going on here...?" he blinked, seeing the two officers coming together. "I hope thish aint one of thosh rumored moments nekosh have in private."
Mikomi's ears pricked at the sound of voices, her thoughts were unhappily shifted back to her duties. That's...odd. People aren't usually down here. She hurried forward and used her anti-grav to help propel herself forward faster without making any noise in the corridor. Her left hand hovered near the grip of her NSP.
An alarm went off in the ShoSho's mind, the tone of Yuriko's words were far from joking-her stance shifting as she began to look around. "I didn't call you..." her hand drifted down towards her NSP.
Meanwhile Miho took her move, drawing her own sidearm, she braced herself against the rail, her aim locked onto Misato's head. This ought to end the Tange reign...ungrateful little bitch. I should have done this a long time ago. Miho thought to herself, feeling success in her future.
Yuriko bit her bottom lip slightly, her hand had already been near her NSP after Misato had said she hadn't called Yuriko. The Shoi brought her wrist up, a silver bracelet with a beautiful white gem embedded in the center. Using her little invention's life signs sensor, she did a quick scan of the area. One life sign...one close by...it was on an elevated position... One thought came to mind... Get down! Yuriko's telepathic voice yelled in
Misato's mind. The Shoi should've seen this setup coming now she pushed Misato down, and hopefully behind the safety of a series of supply crates as she drew her NSP, she then began to fire her shots however failed to hit the would be assassin, instead striking a pipe, and large gouts of steam began to pour out.
Kanon blinked when the shots rang out and drew himself up into the alcove, cursing to himself. Goddammit! Why does there always have to be a gunfight wherever I go?! the nepleslian thought, the shots quickly bringing him out of his sloshed state but leaving him with the customary headache. His hand hovered near the Zen Armaments .45 he had in his coat but didn't pull it yet, it was there...just in case.
Mikomi's eyes widened when she saw the flash of Miho's NSP barrel in the dim light of the accessway and then the steam. She recognized the voice of Tange Misato and her mind went blank as she quickly pulled her NSP from its holster and fired 5 quick blasts at the Chujo. "HOTARU, ALERT ALL SENTIRES: ATTENTION ALL SENTRIES, SOMEONE IS TRYING TO ASSASSINATE SHOSHO TANGE MISATO IN E-DECK. SHOTS HAVE BEEN FIRED. REPEAT, SOMEONE IS TRYIG TO KILL THE SHOSHO! IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE REQUIRED!" The Blackcoat telepathically ordered Hotaru to pass along to the Blackcoat personnel.
Misato as she was pushed drew her own weapon, however dropped it while attempting to get back to her feet from behind the crates. "What the ...." Miho turned just in time to see Mikomi, but not with enough time to avoid the shots. She took all five being thrown left, her own gun being dropped in the process. Just as Mikomi finished firing and the Chujo fell a heavy Type 28 NSP shot was fired central to her and the Chujo, from the other side of the accessway- the blast likely enough to kill them both. BSIA command was afire with activity as they dispatched soldiers to E deck.
Yuriko had taken the chance with the steam pipe providing cover to duck behind the crates as well. She'd heard the other shots being fired, and the voice...and then the subsequent blast. Yuriko used herself, and covered Misato, fearing a larger explosion, and held Misato to her tightly until she peered about, and then down to the Shosho. "Tange-Shosho...are you alright?" She asked, her voice low, and her eyes, and ears alert as she continued to peer about, her NSP clenched in her hand.
"Well damn, this is better than some cheap movie." Kanon said, still trying to shake off the drunkenness to try and escape so he wouldn't get caught up in it.
The Blackcoat's dark green eyes went wide and she fell to her knees still clutching her NSP in her left hand. Mikomi stared down at the bloody hole in the middle of her chest in disbelief, touching at the bloody mess with her right hand aa she fell forward onto the deck, the light in her eyes fading. "Nan.." she uttered weakly as her body hit the deck with a heavy, wet thud and then a clank as her NSP hit the deck.
Misato was speechless, she clung to Yuriko having not been able to get her gun back. A second heavy NSP blast resounded- this one was aimed down towards Yuriko and Misato, however it missed having been a shot of opportunity to begin with sending a loud explosion of boxes and barrels into the mix spraying cleaning supplies and box parts into the air. A flash of pink and black and the other figure on the accessway disappeared, staying only to watch as the lights go out in the Chujo's eyes.
Yuriko gritted her teeth, and held Misato close, and tightly again as she heard the second blast, she felt some of the heat of the blast, but held onto the Shosho, using herself as a barrier between Misato, and possibly certain death. As the debris came down, pieces of wood pelted Yuriko, but she continued to hold on until she deemed it safe. After another couple of moments the Shoi glanced up again, and let out a ragged breath as she began to check Misato for injuries.
Literally hundreds of Blackcoats stormed E deck, just as Kiyoko closed the accessway leading to another maintenance tunnel returning to her quarters the same way she had come, the recorded loop ended as BSIA took override on the lockout. Once back in her room she holstered the weapon and grabbed her bags heading back towards the docking area to the YSS Mazu.
Kanon blinked, watching the firefight going on then heard the thump nearby. It was one of the black coats was injured, severely. Part of him, his marine side was telling him to go try and help her; to at least pull her from the fight. But he was slightly afraid and his coordination wasn't the best still.
Misato shuddered as the near explosion rang out. She looked up at Yuriko, wondering if there would be another shot. Not hearing the approach of her own soldiers she reached up, pulling Yuriko down to her, her lips meeting that of Yuriko in a deep passionate kiss. Blackcoats arriving on the scene watched in shock, they had never seen Misato do anything like that, literally all eyes locked on the two.
Yuriko had been looking about, her ears ringing from the second, and closer explosion when Misato literally pulled her down, and into a passionate kiss. The Shoi began to blush furiously, she had expected that from the woman. Not in the least. But, Yuriko returned it admittedly she enjoyed it a little, and eventually broke the kiss off once she heard the sounds of booted feet. The Shoi looked up, and her eyes went wide, mirroring the shock the Blackcoats wore on their faces before looking down at Misato. "...I think help has arrived..." She said after a few moments.
Misato looked up, wiggling out from Yuriko's hold and looking over at the mess one of the soldier’s lights revealing to her the faces of the Chujo and one of her Blackcoats. So Miho...looks like this is the end of our little game--I am sure a few tears will be shed, perhaps your family will find comfort from their...loving Tange friends. Inside she smiled, outside she blushed..."Clean this damn mess up and I want some explanations.." one of the soldiers responded "Hai, ShoSho." Misato reaching down towards Yuriko to lend her a hand up.
Yuriko coughed lightly, and extended her own hand, slipping it into Misato's. Her warm fingers interlocking with the Shosho's as she was pulled up. The Shoi cleared her throat a little, she too blushing as she looked to Misato. "Erm...are you alright Tange-Shosho?" Was the first words that came to mind.
Kanon pulled into the alcove when the hoards of Blackcoats began to show up, he'd pretend to pass out with the bottle in his hand, quietly praying that they just chalked him up to being drunk and out of it. The firefight had resulted in him being only half drunk but hopefully that'd be enough
Misato nodded, "I am alive, thanks to you..." she communicated to one of her subordinates. Alert the Taisho she is needed urgently. Also, I want the Hanabusa...rounded up. Begin detaining them on their ships. Pull those on military ships to holding areas and await my orders. Misato said then to Yuriko, "I suppose the Taisho will be interested in meeting the woman who saved my life." she smiled slightly. "You okay, anything broken?" she looked Yuriko over while still gripping her hand.
The dead Blackcoat's body hung limply in the arms of her living comrades as she was hauled off. Her blonde hair was matted red with blood as one of her former friends patted it regretfully for a moment.
Yuriko just blinked a little at the mentions of her possibly meeting the Taisho. And then she simply returned Misato's smile with a soft one as she proceeded to bring a hand up, and picked a splinter of wood out of Misato's blue hair. "I am fine Tange-Shosho. I am glad you are fine though."
Chujo Hanabusa Miho had become a ghost over the past weeks; her and her family’s popularity in the fleet was declining due to the heavy propaganda released by the Tange. Labeled as lazy and disloyal the Chujo had isolated herself to her work trying to divert herself from the growing reality that her pledge family was slowly disappearing. Recruitment was non-existent, and even some of her most loyal members were flocking to other families. The Tange controlled everything it seemed; their members were in position of influence and power controlling everything from military promotions to civilian employment on Jiyuu. The Hanabusa seemed to be their primary target, allowing other families to flourish helped divert the attention away from the silent campaign, to eliminate the Hanabusa and move in as the second largest pledge family in the Bakufu.
Miho sat in her office, going over some reports when she was interrupted by an incoming message from Jiyuu. One of her people in the colony was reporting that the Hanabusa aligned populous had been pushed to the bottom of the priority list for movement to the new city which was being built outside of the colony outpost; meaning they were being forced to live in the highly overcrowded, and rater unpleasant conditions in the colony outpost. She tried to dismiss it, closing the message she moved onto another report. Minutes later she slammed her fist down onto the desk.
I can’t take this anymore. Misato has to be stopped. If not, soon she will control everything and the rest of us will be left with no choice but to bow down to her.
Miho’s problems seem to escalate, every message she received that morning was about some act of unfairness that had been bestowed on her people. Her thoughts slowly turned toward a less than sane plan, one that would end this game of tit for tat; Tange Misato needed to die.
Part of Miho’s responsibility in the fleet was the daily transmission of the upper echelon’s ST backups to every ship in the fleet. She managed the database, updated the records and purged the old images from the system. She logged into the system as usual, purging the old files from the system-today however she ensured all but Misato received an update, and made sure the previous copy had been deleted.
Time to set the bait… She thought to herself, going over a report from the owner of the Teahouse on Hotaru where Misato, Kuniko, Kiyoko and the Shoi from the First Expeditionary Fleet had met the previous day. The mention of a display of odd affection between the Shoi and Misato caught her attention, bringing a devious smile to her lips—Misato, ironic that the one time you have a heart-it will be what kills you.
Miho used her superior PANTHEON access to have Hotaru send a request from Misato to Yuriko and from Yuriko to Misato; requesting a meeting. She choose a section of the Iori that was fairly uninhabited, a service area called E deck below the habitat zone of the Iori. She holstered her weapon and left her office, not even looking back with the possibility that she could fail and never be permitted to enter it again.
>ON Hotaru Star Fortress, An Unfortunate Night
Tange Misato requests a meeting with you on E deck to continue your discussion from the teahouse. Hotaru requested of Yuriko telepathically as had been ordered by the Chujo. Similarly Hotaru sent out a request to Misato; Tange Shosho, Yuriko is requesting you meet her immediately.
Misato dropped her pen, sighing as she looked at the partially finished rice cake she was hoping to finish. I wonder... Misato smiled to herself, wondering if perhaps Yuriko wanted to see her about more personal matters, their exchange in the teahouse having been on her mind all day. She left her office and headed towards E deck.
Yuriko perked her head up from her work in the transfer chamber at the mental summons. The Shoi pondered thoughtfully on just what Misato wanted to further discuss. Banishing the horde of volumetric displays, and excusing herself from 'Tenshi, and informing Shii, and Ame to inform Yaichiro she had an important matter else where she left the ship. Thankfully she had asked he to stay until she returned, having wanted to discuss her ship's problems. She had also informed Saito she'd be quite fine on her own, wanting her yojimbo to rest, and relax not to mention familiarize himself with the ship. Still new to Hotaru, the Shoi took a moment to download the route from bay sixteen to E deck, and then proceeded to head there.
E deck was for the most part a service area beneath the habitat zone of the Iori, for the most part it was a place rarely visited by anyone. Blackcoats occasionally patrolled its corridors, keeping out the stray civilian or criminal. The particular spot chosen for this trap had two areas-a service alcove where some supplies were being stored, and a accessway that was setback in relative shadow hidden behind some pipes. It was there the dark figure loomed, awaiting her prey. A shame for the other one...sadly she will need to die too. Hotaru's monitoring of the area began to loop as she had set it to do. Now all their was is to wait....
Just outside of the corridor a few civilians were milling around, most on their way through the deck in a hurry to other parts of the station. But one lonely looking half drunken Nepleslian wearing a long tattered green duster was nursing his sorrows with a bottle of hard liquor. He sundered down the corridor with a clearly drunken state, the short somewhat scraggly brown hair disheveled and poking out in random angles. "Hic stupid...shecurityiesh..." he slurred, spotting a black coat as he wandered.
The Blackcoat, Hakunetsu Mikomi inwardly yawned as she patrolled the corridors of the Iori. It was the end of a very long and dull shift and she was looking forward to being able to go back to her quarters and curl up with her latest "Tales of Nepleslia" romance novel and a steaming cup of hot chai for the rest of her day. Her eyes and her skin vision scanned the corridor as she walked vigilantly forward. She liked her job but, too many frazzled nerves meant for long than normal shifts and some cranky co-workers. The earlier incidents with some members of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet had set most of the other sentries on an even sharper edge than normal.
Misato hummed lowly to herself, an unusually cheery tune; even having fixed her makeup in the lift. She strode through the corridor, hoping that Yuriko somehow had felt what she had in the teahouse, the anticipation made her step nearly a bounce; her mind on Yuriko rather than on the fact she had been called to some dark corner, even when she did think of it she figured Yuriko wanted some privacy.
The Nepleslian, a one: Kanon Dumas hiccupped as he continued to sulk through the hallway, trying to avoid suspicion from the black coats by staying out of their way. But at the moment, the poor guy was leaning on the wall trying to keep his balance. He would trudge in to find a sheltered alcove with a view down the opposing hallway Misato was heading for. The man would lean against the wall and slump down to sit with one leg and the other crossed under . "..."
Yuriko soon arrived on E deck, her mind whirring. Everything about the deck made her a little uneasy, the last time she'd been in a place like this it had been in Black Spiral's base, and before that fleeing for hers and her crew's life on an icy moon near Kimithro. Those memories popped in and out of her mind as she kept walking, moving at a steady pace. One thing did remain a constant though, just what did Misato want to discuss down here? Perhaps she simply wanted to be away from prying eyes. The Shoi shrugged as she arrived at the alcove, deciding to give the Shosho the benefit of the doubt.
Mikomi sighed as she walked into the upper area of E deck towards the accessway. Her mind was swimming at the notion of her favorite Nepleslian Marine liberating the slave neko from cruel Elysian masters and having wild passionate love before they made their escape. She frowned slightly as she noticed she was in E deck. Great... dull times ahead for the next 5 minutes.
Miho watched as the first of he targets arrived, she readied herself to pull the gun and make her shot. Misato arrived then, looking at Yuriko with a happy smile, "I am glad you called me here, I take it you have something to tell me Yuriko?" she inquired, her eyes taking in the appearance of the Shoi she had fondly remembered from the teahouse.
Yuriko turned towards the familiar voice, seeing it was Misato. The Shoi bowed, and listened for the most part untils he frowned just a bit. "But...Tange-Shosho...I did not call you here...you called me here. I received the request via Hotaru not too long ago... Hotaru said you wished to continue our discussion..."
The drunk shifted some, his foot sticking out into the corridor but probably wouldn't go noticed unless someone was really paying attention. "Hiccup. Whats going on here...?" he blinked, seeing the two officers coming together. "I hope thish aint one of thosh rumored moments nekosh have in private."
Mikomi's ears pricked at the sound of voices, her thoughts were unhappily shifted back to her duties. That's...odd. People aren't usually down here. She hurried forward and used her anti-grav to help propel herself forward faster without making any noise in the corridor. Her left hand hovered near the grip of her NSP.
An alarm went off in the ShoSho's mind, the tone of Yuriko's words were far from joking-her stance shifting as she began to look around. "I didn't call you..." her hand drifted down towards her NSP.
Meanwhile Miho took her move, drawing her own sidearm, she braced herself against the rail, her aim locked onto Misato's head. This ought to end the Tange reign...ungrateful little bitch. I should have done this a long time ago. Miho thought to herself, feeling success in her future.
Yuriko bit her bottom lip slightly, her hand had already been near her NSP after Misato had said she hadn't called Yuriko. The Shoi brought her wrist up, a silver bracelet with a beautiful white gem embedded in the center. Using her little invention's life signs sensor, she did a quick scan of the area. One life sign...one close by...it was on an elevated position... One thought came to mind... Get down! Yuriko's telepathic voice yelled in
Misato's mind. The Shoi should've seen this setup coming now she pushed Misato down, and hopefully behind the safety of a series of supply crates as she drew her NSP, she then began to fire her shots however failed to hit the would be assassin, instead striking a pipe, and large gouts of steam began to pour out.
Kanon blinked when the shots rang out and drew himself up into the alcove, cursing to himself. Goddammit! Why does there always have to be a gunfight wherever I go?! the nepleslian thought, the shots quickly bringing him out of his sloshed state but leaving him with the customary headache. His hand hovered near the Zen Armaments .45 he had in his coat but didn't pull it yet, it was there...just in case.
Mikomi's eyes widened when she saw the flash of Miho's NSP barrel in the dim light of the accessway and then the steam. She recognized the voice of Tange Misato and her mind went blank as she quickly pulled her NSP from its holster and fired 5 quick blasts at the Chujo. "HOTARU, ALERT ALL SENTIRES: ATTENTION ALL SENTRIES, SOMEONE IS TRYING TO ASSASSINATE SHOSHO TANGE MISATO IN E-DECK. SHOTS HAVE BEEN FIRED. REPEAT, SOMEONE IS TRYIG TO KILL THE SHOSHO! IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE REQUIRED!" The Blackcoat telepathically ordered Hotaru to pass along to the Blackcoat personnel.
Misato as she was pushed drew her own weapon, however dropped it while attempting to get back to her feet from behind the crates. "What the ...." Miho turned just in time to see Mikomi, but not with enough time to avoid the shots. She took all five being thrown left, her own gun being dropped in the process. Just as Mikomi finished firing and the Chujo fell a heavy Type 28 NSP shot was fired central to her and the Chujo, from the other side of the accessway- the blast likely enough to kill them both. BSIA command was afire with activity as they dispatched soldiers to E deck.
Yuriko had taken the chance with the steam pipe providing cover to duck behind the crates as well. She'd heard the other shots being fired, and the voice...and then the subsequent blast. Yuriko used herself, and covered Misato, fearing a larger explosion, and held Misato to her tightly until she peered about, and then down to the Shosho. "Tange-Shosho...are you alright?" She asked, her voice low, and her eyes, and ears alert as she continued to peer about, her NSP clenched in her hand.
"Well damn, this is better than some cheap movie." Kanon said, still trying to shake off the drunkenness to try and escape so he wouldn't get caught up in it.
The Blackcoat's dark green eyes went wide and she fell to her knees still clutching her NSP in her left hand. Mikomi stared down at the bloody hole in the middle of her chest in disbelief, touching at the bloody mess with her right hand aa she fell forward onto the deck, the light in her eyes fading. "Nan.." she uttered weakly as her body hit the deck with a heavy, wet thud and then a clank as her NSP hit the deck.
Misato was speechless, she clung to Yuriko having not been able to get her gun back. A second heavy NSP blast resounded- this one was aimed down towards Yuriko and Misato, however it missed having been a shot of opportunity to begin with sending a loud explosion of boxes and barrels into the mix spraying cleaning supplies and box parts into the air. A flash of pink and black and the other figure on the accessway disappeared, staying only to watch as the lights go out in the Chujo's eyes.
Yuriko gritted her teeth, and held Misato close, and tightly again as she heard the second blast, she felt some of the heat of the blast, but held onto the Shosho, using herself as a barrier between Misato, and possibly certain death. As the debris came down, pieces of wood pelted Yuriko, but she continued to hold on until she deemed it safe. After another couple of moments the Shoi glanced up again, and let out a ragged breath as she began to check Misato for injuries.
Literally hundreds of Blackcoats stormed E deck, just as Kiyoko closed the accessway leading to another maintenance tunnel returning to her quarters the same way she had come, the recorded loop ended as BSIA took override on the lockout. Once back in her room she holstered the weapon and grabbed her bags heading back towards the docking area to the YSS Mazu.
Kanon blinked, watching the firefight going on then heard the thump nearby. It was one of the black coats was injured, severely. Part of him, his marine side was telling him to go try and help her; to at least pull her from the fight. But he was slightly afraid and his coordination wasn't the best still.
Misato shuddered as the near explosion rang out. She looked up at Yuriko, wondering if there would be another shot. Not hearing the approach of her own soldiers she reached up, pulling Yuriko down to her, her lips meeting that of Yuriko in a deep passionate kiss. Blackcoats arriving on the scene watched in shock, they had never seen Misato do anything like that, literally all eyes locked on the two.
Yuriko had been looking about, her ears ringing from the second, and closer explosion when Misato literally pulled her down, and into a passionate kiss. The Shoi began to blush furiously, she had expected that from the woman. Not in the least. But, Yuriko returned it admittedly she enjoyed it a little, and eventually broke the kiss off once she heard the sounds of booted feet. The Shoi looked up, and her eyes went wide, mirroring the shock the Blackcoats wore on their faces before looking down at Misato. "...I think help has arrived..." She said after a few moments.
Misato looked up, wiggling out from Yuriko's hold and looking over at the mess one of the soldier’s lights revealing to her the faces of the Chujo and one of her Blackcoats. So Miho...looks like this is the end of our little game--I am sure a few tears will be shed, perhaps your family will find comfort from their...loving Tange friends. Inside she smiled, outside she blushed..."Clean this damn mess up and I want some explanations.." one of the soldiers responded "Hai, ShoSho." Misato reaching down towards Yuriko to lend her a hand up.
Yuriko coughed lightly, and extended her own hand, slipping it into Misato's. Her warm fingers interlocking with the Shosho's as she was pulled up. The Shoi cleared her throat a little, she too blushing as she looked to Misato. "Erm...are you alright Tange-Shosho?" Was the first words that came to mind.
Kanon pulled into the alcove when the hoards of Blackcoats began to show up, he'd pretend to pass out with the bottle in his hand, quietly praying that they just chalked him up to being drunk and out of it. The firefight had resulted in him being only half drunk but hopefully that'd be enough
Misato nodded, "I am alive, thanks to you..." she communicated to one of her subordinates. Alert the Taisho she is needed urgently. Also, I want the Hanabusa...rounded up. Begin detaining them on their ships. Pull those on military ships to holding areas and await my orders. Misato said then to Yuriko, "I suppose the Taisho will be interested in meeting the woman who saved my life." she smiled slightly. "You okay, anything broken?" she looked Yuriko over while still gripping her hand.
The dead Blackcoat's body hung limply in the arms of her living comrades as she was hauled off. Her blonde hair was matted red with blood as one of her former friends patted it regretfully for a moment.
Yuriko just blinked a little at the mentions of her possibly meeting the Taisho. And then she simply returned Misato's smile with a soft one as she proceeded to bring a hand up, and picked a splinter of wood out of Misato's blue hair. "I am fine Tange-Shosho. I am glad you are fine though."
