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RP: YSS Miharu Mission 5, Aftermath (8th day)

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Fred

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GSS Mokuren, Yuumi-class Battleship
Eight days after the "Battle of the Blue Rift"


The last of the seven-hundred-and-ninety-two orange dots that had portrayed over the broadly projected volumetric strategic display of Nataria's star system turned gray.

"The last of the enemy spacy forces have been destroyed, Ketsurui-Hime."

Kotori's amber eyes shifted toward Yukari's, whom had a seat not far from her, and she afforded a quick congratulatory smile to her XO before she stood up and started giving the orders which would bring the battle to a conclusion.

Yukari's plan had turned out relatively well. Kotori added a few devious touches to it that made it less deadly on the onset, but things had quickly gone against the Mishhuvurthyar.

Amongst the things Kotori had decided to do was to leave the "anti-NMX" weapon and defense configurations they had on standby, rather than active from the start of the fight. After Nyton (assisted on the bridge by Tom, Miyoko and Hinoto) had done his recon run with Hoshi, Kotori had less than a fifth of the Second Draconian Fleet emerge from stealth beyond the outskirts of the star system and then divided them in numbers in order to make them proportionate to the garrisons defending each of the installations and planetary outposts in the system.

What the NMX saw were outdated second-line ships being thrown at them; an attack of important enough scope to take seriously - there were no such things as feints with 742 attacking warships involved - but not dire enough so that the NMX Fleet Commander would feel in great jeopardy. With the likely high pedigree of the NMX commander left in charge of the world that was the best staging point to an invasion on Yamatai, Kotori wanted to both appeal to his likely skill, present a credible threat, and allow him to feel with justified confidence.

That cost the sacrifice of 89 Yamataian ships, deaths that had Kotori grip her armrests white-knuckled. Yukari had not liked it much either. The NMX had sent out communications to out-system allied forces to apprise them of Nataria's status, but those messages never went beyond the rim of the star system. The Second Draconian Fleet, ships spread out thin along the periphery of the system, ensured silence.

As the eigthy-ninth ship - an Irim-class heavy gunship - fireballed, thousands of other Yamataian warships had folded into the system to reinforce their flagging vanguards.

With the NMX ship formations already embroiled into combat, attack wings already deployed, Mishhuvurthyar confidence cracked as they were suddenly assailed from all sides by 'innumerable' enemies who'se weapons were uncomprehendingly spearing through shields, and who'se shields seemed much more potent against their own attacks. They even had countermeasures that messed up coordination and targeting on the level of IFF, which proved rather ruinous with NMX brainslave-guided ordonnance and battlepods.

With each planet isolated, each spacy force embroiled within the gravitational orbit of each garrison, there was no getting word out from one planet to another. There was no way to move ships around to reinforce the flagging defenses of another garrison. Just brutal and ruthless extermination of NMX warships.

The battle was over before the 15-minute mark.

Kotori had ordered ships damaged by NMX torpedoes to be scuttled to avoid the complication of invading NMX parasites. Some of the smaller ships were doing mop-up operations through the debris field, disposing of straggling battlepods and surviving lifeboats (Yukari had tried arguing about taking NMX nekos prisoners, but pointing that out only made Kotori more determined to consider giving them a clean death as preferable). Afterwards, parts of the fleet moved in to assailt the ground installations on the planet to eliminate the NMX ground military's ability to wage war.

What they had, in the end, was a star system devoid of spacefaring enemy forces, and 112 less ships on their side, making the survivors of the Blue Rift 3602 ships strong. It was not as clean a victory as Yukari had hoped for, but it had one very considerable advantage: as far as the rest of the NMX armada was concerned, Nataria was still theirs. Only the Star Army had any idea, and that was mostly because Kotori had given out the order to restore connection to the PANTHEON network just prior to the most of the fleet folding in to assist the vanguards.

With most of the tasks delegated, Kotori ordered a communication channel be opened to Star Army channels. Once she had the comm officer nod in confirmation, Kotori - clad in a pale kimono with her Taisa pin in evidence over one breast - spoke to a large blank volumetric screen that read "Transmitting".

"I am Acting Taisho Ketsurui Kotori, in command of the surviving warships of the Second Draconian Fleet," Kotori's voice rang out, loud and clear, into the Mokuren's expansive bridge. "My forces have just cleared Nataria's star system of all the NMX warships that have garrisoned it, and are at this moment sieging the NMX ground installations. We have reclaimed Nataria in the name of the Yamatai Star Empire."

"My crew and I have been silent, on a long mission in which we chose to become silent due to the line between friend and foe blurring. Our paranoia was fueled by the discovered knowledge that Saint and Ketsurui Samurai double-agents were under the control of an enemy that was after us, an enemy we had proof had in fact been the true cause of former-Empress Ayame's baffling suicide."

"Faced with these assassins that was under the employ of our enemy, the notorious criminal Eve, my crew and I instead rushed her den where she had plans to unlock the dimensional prison where the Second Draconian Fleet survivors were trapped and take them under her control. We went in, braved odds that appeared near-insurmountable, and emerged victorious with Eve and her organization destroyed, as well as her associate Melisson defeated and under our custody for interrogation."

"We managed to free warships from the Second Draconian Fleet... and they are here today, helping liberate one of our coreworlds. It is my desire to hand control of the world to the Empire, as well as return the fleet within the ranks of the Yamatai's defenders... but as I have belief that double-agents still lurk about, this is how I ask events progress."

"I invite Ketsurui Yui-Taisho, my mission commander, to come to Nataria herself. Once identified at the boundaries of the star system, she can come in with an escort of the size she chooses - and I heartily recommend that includes a planetary ground division to to properly complete the ground conquest of Nataria and the proper reclaiming of its depot. That done, my crew and I will meet her, be debriefed, and hand over control of the system and the Second Draconian Fleet to her."

"If someone else decides to be contrary... well, let's just say that the people we rescued are very grateful to be rescued and will eagerly put to use their ships - numbering about half the ships Yamatai has in the Star Army - to carry the point to anyone whom chooses to piss me off; from an over-ambitious SAINT spook ship captain to an irate Taisho thinking I forget my place."

Kotori let out a breath, as if in silent acknowledgement that what she had just said had crossed a line, and then seemed to regain some composure as she gave a slight bow toward the volumetric screen. "I look forward to your cooperation, the smooth reclaiming of Nataria, and the homecoming of soldiers whom are long-overdue to be back home."

...and with a telepathic signal to the comm officer, the transmission was terminated.

Kotori then twisted around to eye toward Yukari. "I was a bit too flippant at the end, wasn't I? Maybe I should've rehearsed..."
 
Yukari's ears twitched at Kotori's second-guessing. She touched them, long and pointed as they were. Getting re-used to them.

However, her smile was the same, angled at Kotori's feet and spread wide with the closeness she felt with her Taisa. ... The sharper canine teeth made her self-conscious.

"I believe the emotion of the statement will not be mistaken for flippancy," she said. She stood up. "The Mistress Taisho will recognize the transmission is not just for her, but the others who also will hear it."

She took a couple steps toward Kotori, but she was looking at the volumetric panel that hung behind the acting Taisho — the one that showed the battlefield. The hundreds of grey dots.

The 112 red ones.

She stopped close to Kotori, folding her hands below her stretchsuited chest and under her arms, eyes bouncing across the names of the red ones. She wanted to build a list in her mind, so she knew which ships to name off in a fleetwide memorial over the intra-network the fleet had established.

Thousands of lives had been lost. Yamataian lives, lives that had experienced only eight days of freedom before being killed by an enemy they hardly knew. Her lips had let loose several curses on the bridge of the Mokuren, and orders had been shouted to reinforce that group, to draw back that squadron, to send a cloud of LAMIA at a flight of battlepods to dissect them.

Not all of the Lost were saved. But considering what could have happened, even Yukari had to consider the battle a decisive and complete victory. Kotori's additions to her broad plan ensured such a conquest. Scuttling the too-damaged ships was wise; the fleet lacked the medical resources to handle parasites.

Providing clean kills to potential prisoners ... it was a very Samurai thing to do, she felt. It fit Kotori.

Her eyes went to her friend. In the kimono, the daughter of the Ketsurui Samurai looked every part the proud warrior. Yukari smiled, making her ears point up and back.

"Your mother would be proud, Kotori," she finally said.

* * *

Tori blinked her eyes after the battle was all over. It made her tear up, having not blinked in almost 15 minutes.

Hoshi was on the sidelines, yeah. Not really involved. It was weird. Not being in the middle of the fight made it feel like they hadn't needed to show up at all, but the recon work was important. Well, for the bigwigs.

She looked at the rest of the enlisted who had crowded into the port Multi-Function Bay to watch on a big volumetric panel. Cho was standing next to her, holding her arm. Yuzuki was to Tori's right, standing rigid, tall, looking like a steel pole anyone could have just held onto for comfort.

Cho just trusted Tori more, the Neko reasoned.

Kyoufuu and Asher — Rolf, she reminded herself — stood a little farther away from the rest of the pack of Neko. Kyou seemed engaged. Rolf was kinda bored? She hated trying to read Yamataians.

Rin looked unsure, but she didn't blink, either. Tori always figured Rin for a wimp, but getting cut in half had done something to buck up the Neko's presence.

Kai looked pretty, as usual. He watched and didn't move much.

The soundtrack had been Kotori and Yukari, giving orders, discussing strategy. Mourning losses.

The Taisa was a nuclear reactor; all the fury the Gods could conjure in nature, contained in this invulnerable shell, the only sign of any heat a little snap to her voice now and then when she made an order. But fuck, you could just feel it in her voice.

The bitch was going to kill every last one of those monsters. Every one of them. The cold pleasure from every big kill? It kept that reactor cool.

That send-off just proved it. Kind of a bitch, but she fuckin' knew it. Scary. Tori liked her.

Yukari ... shit, every lost ship hurt her, but she just kept up the orders, directed folks here and there. She didn't filter herself. She'd handled the small ships, who took a bunch of the losses. She swore, she shouted at commanders, she offered quick congrats on a completed goal then in the same breath produced another. It's like she didn't know how to moderate herself.

Tori put an arm around Cho and hugged her, but she looked at Yuzuki.

" ... We won, right?" Tori said.
 
On the other end of the group, Rolf stood at Kyou's side, bumping into her every now and then with an idle sway. The soldier was indeed bored, but his strained face showed that he was more annoyed than anything. Silently, he fumed, his extremely dissatisfied and glazed expression readily apparent for anyone to see. The soldier was miffed over something, and by the look on his face, it was something serious. It could've been the losses that these freshly rescued people were accruing, or maybe it was the anxiety of listening in on the fifteen minute battle. Though, the most likely truth of it all was...

"Fuck!" spat Rolf as he grabbed a near-by tool and threw it at the volumetric window. "There's a huge-ass battle right on tha' front lawn, and we got stuck up in our rooms holdin' our dicks! Fuck!" He threw his arms up in the air as he childish tantrum took hold of him, before stopping suddenly to look at the women present. "Or clits, whateva' y'packin'. Still! Damn it!" He kicked around, thrashing his arms about. "'Sit back and watch', I been sittin' on my ass f'eight days, I can't at least shoot somebody? Fuck, man!"

He turned looking like he was about to walk, but only seemed to throw his angry rants away from them. The ruffled up soldier put his hands on his hips, and started barking at a box.

"I'm stuck! That's all it is! Fuckin' stuck in a big-ass room wit' nothin' but anxiety, frustration, and a buncha' Ne--...! --kos..." He roared, puffing his chest out at that bit, but suddenly losing his flare at that last part. It seemed he may have realized something. At that realization, he leaned back enough to look at them all without turning his head, supporting himself with his hands on his back. Then, he gave all the women in the room a grin that would make them feel like they were being felt up from a distance.
 
When Rolf leaned back and viewed the "ne-- ! ko--", with his wide-mouth predator grin, he might possibly be cut short by the look that Yuzuki-Heisho was giving him, her chilly glare bristling with a sudden, venomous ire, her arms folded as if she were the weatherbreak upon the shore, sparing the other Nekovalkyrja from the waves upon waves of characteristic Rolf-ness.

"The next time you throw one of my tools at anything, Eastwood-Hei, I will make sure your armor has an undersized insert that doesn't adjust."

Knowing that the words wouldn't sit for long in the air with Rolf's confrontational personality, Yuzuki bowed her head down slightly to address Tori quietly, her voice much less steely. Yuzuki was now the third oldest Miharu; it carried a sort of responsibility, to kind of be an example. There was also the rank to consider. She never thought like that, of course, and she probably never would, but the feeling was there. They were sisters.

Miharu no nakama de.

There were a lot of things running through Yuzuki's mind, but she sorted through and produced a single nod, hoping it would be enough.

"Yea, it's finally over."
 
Doshii Jun said:
"Your mother would be proud, Kotori," Yukari finally said.

The expression on Kotori's face tightened, the mention of her mother still a sore point. She decided to not respond to it - she wouldn't manage a reply that didn't sound caustic - and instead said: "With the NMX defeated under communication silence, we preserve the advantage of the weapon and shield frequency modulations, comm channels and identification codes pilfered from Melisson's data."

"If the NMX are unaware they need to change them, they won't for some time. That means we can use these modifications to gain the upper hand in another battle. If the Star Army is swift, that means an attack can quickly be staged from here to either Darso or Tatiana and - figuratively speaking - also catch them with their pants down."
 
Rolf frowned as his balance slowly faltered, the soldier had reduced gravity's affect on him, and fell back until his head landed on the floor. He was in a full bridge, with his arms now crossed over his chest, a disgruntled, pouting expression taking over his face. The Malifarian's gaze cast off to the side as he made his childish, unabashed personality known to everyone.

"You're no fun, Yuzu. Iss' rational people like you 'dat make my life difficult." he pouted, as he crossed an ankle over his knee in his cross-armed bridge pose. He seemed to prefer to stay like that, and stew.
 
"Yes, those of us who prefer acting as if gravity exists," Yuzuki answered sardonically, arching a slender eyebrow as she looked up from her short conversation with Tori, though her posture didn't change much overall. She hadn't forgotten that Rolf had tossed a magnetic driver against the bulkhead, probably ruining the internal mechanism. That had not been the amused, playful sarcasm of their earlier discussions.

Suddenly, Yuzuki unfolded her arms. She strode through the volumetric window hanging in the air a few feet in front of the bulkhead, stooped down, and snatched the driver up.

The thing wasn't really useful, anymore, since it was the companion of one of the propulsion units on the Miharu and the specific bolts it was designed for wouldn't be found on most other ships. But that was just it, wasn't it? She crouched, fiddling with it for a moment before she stood and turned, the silver cylinder suspended between her open palms, the volumetric window hanging before her like a multi-paneled jade screen, seperating her from the rest of them like a species of ancient, untouchable nobility. It was just as well, because it was becomming more and more difficult to control her scowl.

"Now, listen," she said, her voice quiet and mediated and very controlled, "If you can't wait, go find a jack and run a simulation. Nobody's stopping you. You might not care what happens here, but we do. Any minute now, Yui-sama will answer Kotori-sama, and all our lives depend on it."
 
"Tch," went Rolf, giving the superior enlisted a baleful stare. He knew his place, but the frustration of waiting through such a battle etched into the edges of his very soul. It was true that he hastily ruined a tool, and barely cared for it on that matter. He leaned his head up, and then pushed himself back up with the back of his skull and gently ascended up to a standing position. He turned around to face the Heisho with a delinquent expression.

"Oh, I care." went Rolf, before his grin exploded up the sides of his face, giving him a bit of a crazed smile. He couldn't contain that murderous giddiness that was within, that blood-lust he had bottle up at the beginning of this battle.

"I hope ol'Yui picks a fight wit' Koto-boss." He continued, his rather fluid gesturing a strange contrast to Yuzuki's rigidity. "Let her bring up her fleet 'gainst ours, and then we'll see a battle that I wouldn't care if I was made t'watch." He held out his arms wide, tilting his head to one side, his grin getting wider. Somehow. "When we're done wit' Yui, we can put 'dese ships t'good use, and along wit' whateva's left ova' from ol'Yui's fleet. Then we'll do what we been needin' t'do f'tha' past thirty yea's."

His hand's went up as his imagination and excitement piqued in their communal joining. The very thought of this sort of situation was likely taboo for a normal person, but it got his heart thumping.

"We'll pave a road a'blood an'fire all over 'dis shitty galaxy so that tha' squids and tha' universe'll be reminded not t'fuck wit' us. Everyone'll be reminded a'tha' true power a tha' Yamataian Empire!"
 
The recon mission had gone well enough. Upon reporting the enemy positions Nyton then ordered Hoshi to remain behind friendly lines. Prudently, he ordered the ship to stay out of sight and provide sensor and communication relay support to the rest of the fleet. With the battle winding down Nyton relaxed slightly. He sat on the commander's seat and took note of the resulting casualty figures compared to the enemy's. Nodding in satisfaction he then folded his hands.

"Good job crew. All reports indicate that we have won. Stand by for any follow up operations." Nyton announced over the ship wide speakers. He then looked at the bridge crew present.

"Again, thank you for your support. This operation came through flawlessly through your efforts." he said aloud. "Let us wrap up any loose ends on this operation. Hinoto-san, follow up on any further orders we may have and inquire where we can assist. Everyone else continue monitoring from your stations."
 
A cool and sterile response transmission from Yamatai came moments later.

"Congratulations on your victory. As a precautionary measure we are assuming remote command of your vessels. Your crews will stand down from combat status and await further instructions. Be advised that we will not tolerate further threats nor any display of hostility against Star Army forces or against surrendering NMX personnel."

Within minutes, about 600 newer-model ships had already arrived in the Nataria system, including Taisho Yui's flagship.
 
Kyou shook her head at Rolf. "That fight would end us as a nation, not reaffirm our strength. Joining together will be more then sufficient strength. If we start fighting with each other, we're just that much easier of a target for our enemies." She shrugged. "If you want to go do a sim rather then sit around and wait, I'll go with you, but as it is, I want to hear what happens. Whatever happens, it's going to change the Empire, that's for sure." She paused again, an eyebrow cocked at his antics, unsure whether he was actually serious about the possibility of a fight between Kotori's fleet and Yui's.

"Regardless, you should probably apologize, or the Heisho might decide to beat her tool's worth out of your hide on the principle of the thing."
 
@Mokuren:

"Your Highness!" Kasami Erika-Chujo turned to the Ketsurui Princess with no small bit of alarm as some volumetric displays revealed the new loyalties of the ship's KAMI computer.

"It's alright," Kotori turned from where she was and returned to sit on the command seat. "From the moment I ordered the PANTHEON link restored, I expected this much."

"But that renders us defenseless!" one of the tactical officer exclaimed.

"Mind your tongue," Kotori glared back at the speaker, whom blanched. "We are talking about allies here. I made my front and gave them the scare I needed them to have to take me seriously. Now, Yui - no seizure of control of this scope could've been done without her involvement - has to put the wayward princess to heel to show she is in full control of the situation: to be seen as a competent leader and assuage the worries of others, she needed to do that."

"That was really the only way we won't be seen as a threat anymore and have any other meddlers like SAINT or a Taisho like Irim prevented from intervening. That's what I wanted. The cards are out of our hands, but that's what it meant to come home."

"I've given Yui the cause to want to believe in us." Kotori reclined back on her seat. "Now, all we have to do is talk, and confirm her faith is justified."

Kasami still looked uneasy. Kotori darted a glare her way and then added: "Well? Listen to her. Stand down from battlestations. I'm not sure if she'll summon us to her, or if she will come herself, but in the meantime have the crew get the ship prepared for an inspection."

"Haw!" The Chujo, grateful for something to do, turned and gave the orders to stand down, along with the necessities to prepare for the arrival of the Mistress Taisho.

* * *

@Hoshi:

After the synthesized transmission was heard, the IFF of the ships in the Second Draconian Fleet quickly changed to become 'neutral' from Hoshi's perspective. Miharu's auxiliary craft was the only ship 'off the grid' now.

That saved Hoshi from being under Yui's control... but then again, Hoshi was surrounded by thousands of ships that were.

Hinoto, at the helm station, turned to give Nyton an ill-at-ease look. "I'm feeling very small, right now. Not to mention that if they really want to hack and gain control of me, I'm just a CIES... they could if they tried. Should I request Mokuren's KAMI to allow us to return to their docking bay and spare them the trouble?"
 
Nyton listened to the nervousness in Hinoto's voice as he looked at her. "For now just keep shields and weapons off line and hold position. I do not want to give the impression that we are attempting to hide anything. At the same time we should not rush anything so we wait until either given direction by the Taisa or the Taisho's fleet."

The discomfort in Hinoto's face made Nyton's own face soften a bit. "I am sorry this situation will likely cause you discomfort. I certainly hope we can gain the Taisho's trust without necessitating a take over."
 
@Hoshi

There was no attempt to "claim" Hoshi's system but PANTHEON's central node directly requested a complete dump of all data on Hoshi's system under authority of Taisho Yui.

- - -

@Mokuren

In the meantime, the Taisho was on her way to meet Kotori, traveling by shuttle. A massive swarm of shuttles was also deploying from Yui's two fleets and moving to sequentially board each of the ships in the Second Draconian Fleet.

When Yui arrived, she was flanked by some security and a large contingent of personnel administrators who began setting up shop to reintegrate the nekos into the Star Army with training data, news and information on what had changed, and enlistment contracts to be signed.

"Taisa Kotori, Chujo Kasami," Yui nodded to Kotori. "I am impressed."
 
"Tch." went Rolf again, his buzz once again ruined by another rational person in the room, and Kyou no less. His hands fell at his sides, and slumped over in a defeated pose. He let out a short sigh, and let gaze turn to the wall. He was like a student who just got caught spraying graffiti on the walls of the school, and was being made to apologize.* The soldier looked down at his feet and twisted the tip-toes of his right on the floor.

"Pfft..." he sighed, adhereing to Kyou's advice. "Fine..." He seemed to refuse to look directly at Yuzuki, as he nonchalantly looked over at the wall again. "... I'm sorry."

*Though, this is not to say he hasn't been in such a situation before.
 
Yukari watched from the edge of the bridge as the Star Army began the work of reabsorbing its lost members.

The Shosa felt divided along a very clear line. It was good and right that the Neko return to the organization that created them, gave them purpose, provided for their primary needs. It was the hierarchy of the Star Army that fulfilled their lives.

The "Goddess of the Lost" saw the beings she was supposed to protect assimilated by an organization she no longer trusted. Would the Star Army encourage them to grow as individuals? Among each other? As a bonded group? She felt she knew the answer, and it soured the moment of "coming home."

Kasami-Chujo and her crew did not need her help, so she was left to watch. The shuttles spewing out of the ships of Yui's fleets — which had arrived with disturbing speed — created a hostile scene to her, as if each ship had been detained and now was set to be boarded by inspectors. Like they were cargo.

Until the door opened to their level to the bridge, Yukari had felt nervous who was going to walk through. Eve? Melisson? Kikyo? Not that any of them could muster the two fleets, but ...

She stood at attention when she saw Yui's shimmering green hair and laser-red eyes. Distrust was for when she held evidence necessitating it.

The Mistress was in the room.

Training took over. Her gaze went straight forward and she bowed, as deep as she could while standing.

When she heard Kotori and the Chujo be thanked, she returned upright and remained at attention behind the two superior officers.

* * *

Tori listened well enough to Yuzuki, Kyou and Rolf, but her gaze was out-of-focus and her attention was on Cho, who also was looking away. She shivered against Tori's arm, as if she was handling a big cooling hose.

"Tori ... " Cho said. "I can feel it."

"Yeah," Tori said, steeling her body. "PANTHEON."

"It's infinite." Cho was breathless. "Encompassing ... all."

"Yeah." Tori saw space. Space in negative; everything was white except for a micro-sized amount of nanometer-wide black stars. Except the white sought her out. It wanted to talk. To converse.

"I'm compartmentalizing my access to Hoshi until it goes away." Cho sounded defensive, even angry.

"You can't do that forever." In her mind's eye, she wanted to resist replying to the white. "We're going to Yamatai, sis. We have to get used to it."

"Can't we hide? Run? I don't want to look at it. It wants to eat my head."

"Not all of it." Tori was working inside of her own head, trying to offer something up, loaded to Hoshi, that would satisfy the white. "Get a hold of yourself. The others have to adjust, too."

Cho's fingers dug a little deeper into the opposite side of Tori. "Help?"

Tori did so, connecting to Cho and working inside her mind, too, to create something of a safe zone. It might not last under the galactic might of PANTHEON, Tori reasoned, but if it was well-hidden enough, it might.

"Heisho," Tori said to Yuzuki. "Can you feel it, too?"
 
@Hoshi:

Hoshi's AI gave PANTHEON a simple answer: "Standby. Relaying your request to the ranking officer in command." As long as the small ship was left a choice, it wouldn't blindly obey behind her crew's back.

Nyton saw Hinoto briefly pay attention to her instruments before turning to look at him again. "PANTHEON is requesting, under Taisho Yui's authority, to provide it with a complete data dump of my memory banks."

@Mokuren:

Seeing Yui stride in with her entourage on the Mokuren's bridge was strange to Kotori. As if a big weight on her shoulder, one that she had become so accustomed to bearing that she had lost notice of it, lifted. It almost made her feel dizzy.

Almost.

Kasami bowed. She looked just like Yui remembered - a slight and elfin NH-17 neko that had distinctive red hair and looked a bit coquettish in her use of skin holography to simulate makeup. "I appreciate the praise, Mistress Taisho, but most of the credit should go to Ketsurui-Taisa's planning and Suzuka-Shosa's coordination. I merely had their directives smoothly executed."

The Chujo then eyed Kotori, as if deferring to her. The amber-eyed nekovalkyrja first gave Kasami the order: "Tell Hoshi to return to Mokuren's landing bay," before she took steps forward, past Yukari, to put herself more in evidence before Yui.

Kasami, not daring noticeably turning her attention from Yui, sent the order for one of her communication officers to handle.

Yukari herself was respawned into a new nekovalkyrja body that had a nekovalkyrja's likeness rather than a human one (like the body Hanako presently used) and looked relatively 'fresh'. Kotori, by contrast, had this worn look to her that had not entirely been washed away even 8 days after that fateful conflict that began for Miharu in the Blue Rift Expanse.

The Taisa offered Yui a bow as well, not as deep as Yukari's and Erika's, but no less sincere. "It is very good to see you again, Yui-sama."
 
"Yea," she said tersely, turning the tool between her palms, over and over again.

Asher apologized, but Yuzuki didn't seem to care. She walked through the curtain created by the volumetric window, the femtomachines parting to let her through and then reforming in her wake, like blue crystal shattering and reforming. She walked forward, and through the group of sprites and enlisted.

In her head, of course, she was fighting a battle that she was ill equipped to win. As ill equipped as the rest of them. They had been connected, in this way, to the Miharu - but that had been different. The Miharu had united them, spoke to them, comforted the sprites, allowed them to think and act upon their own initiative. In fact, it had required that of them; the freedom their okaa-san had given them imposed upon them the duty to think and act for themselves. She had not sought to take anything they were not willing to give, though she could have done so at whim. And in return, Yuzuki had taken so much information from her, so much raw knowledge about her structure, her systems, and her technical schematics to make her valuable, wanted, and needed.

But this was the other side of the coin.

In the plain of her mindscape the network encroached. It was not an exchange of information but a strip-mining of it, and Yuzuki knew that if she fought against it she wouldn't stop it. It didn't expect to be resisted. Against the numbness, the information probing, the white expanse of vastness that represented the collective consciousness of the multitude against which she could not hope to individually stand, there was only one recourse.

But could she lock away such a large portion of her OS without suffering severe consequences?

The answer was 'No'.

This was inevitable. No amount of stubbornness could prevent it, though it rankled her to give no resistance at all. Yuzuki stopped by Tori, and quit fiddling with the driver. It wouldn't be of any use to her, or anyone, anymore, so she pocketed it. She looked at the two of them, at Cho clinging to Tori, and wished suddenly that she could find solace that way. Just then, Yuzuki felt isolated.

"I don't think there's anything we can do."
 
Nimura seemed to have a different idea. The black-haired nekovalkyrja walked to the automation console of the armor bay and inputed commands that had one Mindy II begin being prepared for use.

As loading arms peeled durandium armor covers for yamataium ones, attached an enhanced teleportation pack and afixed the hip-mounted drone harnesses; Nimura stripped her uniform off.
 
Tori watched Nimura with very quickly growing alarm. She looked at Yuzuki, then back at Nimura, her head jutting forward in disbelief.

"Onee-san," she said, "what the hell are you doing?"
 
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