Re: Mission 5: Amaya's Gate
@Amaya's Gate:
"Come, Kyou-san," Ichigo turned and retraced her way back to the previous control room - passing by the junkyard of mishhumachina parts along with the abandoned Akuma mecha and the remains of the two Black Mindy - to attend to Nyton's orders.
Once on site, the sprite kneels by the already opened maintenance panel under the array of consoles and began lobotomizing the computer inside, pulling out clear alien circuit boards one after another.
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Asher's drone ranged out into the hangar, its optic sweeping around to make sense of the smoke-obscured silhouettes of debris, broken machinery, and warped supports.
Slowly it ascended to get a view of the catwalk level and gained a visual on the lifeform.
It saw Kotori against the wall, pinned to it by a zesuaium wakizashi that had been driven into her to its hilt just an inch to the right of her bellybutton.
Her yukata was soaked with blood around the belly wound and the stain went down as far as the lower hem of the bathrobe, where red droplets intermittently dripped. Her left sleeve was also dyed red with blood that came from an open rip to her shoulder. That rip revealed a deep gash that had parted skin and muscle nearly to the bone. She also had an assortment of scrapes, bruises and scabs covering her exposed limbs, but those seemed like minor wounds.
A curtain of long black hair hid her face as her head was bent forward to stare at where the swordhilt produced - the hair to the left side of her face was drenched with blood and there was a sizeable scorchmark on the wall behind her, head level. Both of Kotori's hands were wrapped around the wakizaki's swordhilt and she was obviously straining in an effort to pull the blade out of her (which meant also pulling it out of the metal wall it had been driven into).
An Type 30 NSP rested by her feet, its muzzle stained with what looked like a residue of oil and melted fat (not to unlike how a frying pan looked after having cooked bacon in it).
Less than three meters away, Amaya's corpse rested on her back, her eyes lifelessly looking at the ceiling. The nepleslian woman looked almost unscathed by the battle she had with Kotori except for a large rent that had sliced through half her neck, severing her trachea, both jugulars and nearly reaching the spinal column - it was not the clean cut of a katana so much as flesh brutally torn apart.
Blood still seeped from the killing neck wound, sliding down the side of the neck to be filtered through the grate-like catwalk to steadily drip to the hangar's floor.