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[straykitty]

Who: Renne, Donnie, Yuki and Aira
What: Routine raid turns cleansing cult installation and salting the earth
Where: A hidden research facility on Larendt
When: Mid-February in between normal Corsair operations
Warnings: Violence, potential mention of human experimentation

With the Isles Above on lockdown, finding a target had been difficult. However, with Renne's network, nothing was impossible, especially when one knew how to access Society archives and knew certain doting n'er do wells would probably look the other way if they saw it was her. The facility she found was a small research installation nestled in the forests of Larendt. They should have ample Ether stones for their purposes, but also shouldn't have been too hard to knock over.

After assembling a crew, she booked a Corsair ship out to the fallen isle of Larendt. The facility was fairly easy to find, as usual the Imperials never really thought to conceal their labs, even if they were within the Corsair's operating zone. The door was reinforced steel, but that wasn't a particularly large issue. Withdrawing her ENC, Renne, gave her team one final look. "Are you all ready?"

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[straykitty]

The two side directions likely lead to break areas and lobbies, as Donnie surmised. Taking them out so they can't circle around us isn't a bad idea, but if so we'd need to act quickly.

[purplexing]

Donnie blinks over at Aira. "...what's a 'kappa'?"

Unimportant, probably.

He shakes his head, turning his attention back towards the doorway nearest him. "May as well save us some trouble for when we leave. Let's do it," he says, starting to slink forward, weapon at the ready.

[nyammy]

What is a kappa? A question to save for later. But it's saved nonetheless. It sounds familiar, but at the same time, it's not an animal that Nyammy knows of - and she knows a lot of animals by this point.

But the important thing was the mission. Donnie(?) was moving to a doorway, ready for a fight, and so Nyammy prepared herself for a fight as well.

The plan was simple. If they caught the enemy off guard, she'd close in for a kick or a claw swipe. If the enemy reacted, she'd throw up a Nyammy Shield. Simple, but they didn't need anything more complicated than that.

[testygirl]

Aira clears her throat. "Uh, forget about it. I'm not even really the right person to ask."

Whatever that means. There isn't really time for her explain that she has a close friend back home who's obsessed with cryptids and related folklore.

"I'll take point."

As the others gather near the door, Aira advances head on and kicks it open. Her hair can work as a temporary shield, too, if needed. Otherwise she'll push forward to allow her teammates to follow in after her.

[straykitty]

The door opens to a cafeteria full of off-duty researchers and soldiers, with a cook behind the counter. Everyone turns to look at the group in surprise as some of the soldiers fumble for their guns.

Before giving them a chance to react, Renne charges her ENC and sends a wave of ice into the room, making a marginal effort to be less lethal this time.

[purplexing]

That's at least something Donnie's inwardly grateful for, for two reasons. He's never faced enemy non-combatants, and while he'd figured a breakroom would be for anyone's use who was within the building, for some reason actually seeing people definitely not dressed as soldiers has surprised him in turn, so he hesitates to move in immediately.

Renne's spell snaps him back into the moment, and like that, he's off, staff clicking into full-length with a spin, its end finding one man's gun before it can be leveled out of its holster. He twists about to smack the guy in the soldier in the back of the head and catches a food tray with his ever-moving staff to fling it in the direction of another.

[nyammy]

Cure Nyammy might be a cat who has less moral qualms than some of her teammates, but that doesn't mean she wants to wanton violence on non-combatants either. She can adapt.

So she was prepared to either attack or use her shield, so she combines the two. She makes another giant bouncy paw-pad energy shield, her Nyammy Shield, and then she sends it forward, catching as many people as she can in it and squishing them between it and the nearest wall. It's not going to be pleasant, but it's not going to crush anybody either.

Concussions, maybe. But she figures they would prefer that over being shredded by her claws.

[testygirl]

Aira figures that pouring on more chaos is a good bet, not allowing any of the armed soldiers to easily form up. She uses the long cafeteria tables, upending and kicking one, launching it towards one group. Then she lifts another with hair and uses it to smash a few more, knocking them across the room in a mess of flying food and flatware.

"The rest of you should honorably surrender," she declares, raising her voice so that at least some of them can hear it above the din. "It isn't worth your lives to resist."

Still with a hold on the table, she keeps it suspended threateningly, prepared to swing again at anyone still looking to fight.

[straykitty]

The onslaught of attacks sends tables, cutlery and people scattering in a blast of splinters, porcelain shards and screaming. Realizing they are outmatched, those that are conscious quickly hold up their arms in surrender.

"Bind them quickly," Renne says, weaving silver etheric chains around some of the new captives. "If you wish to keep them alive or question them, we need them out of the way."

[purplexing]

Donnie sighs quietly, relieved that they're complying, glad that the others had held it back some. He nods, collapsing his staff so he can pull some rope from a compartment of his battle shell.

"Please don't try anything," he says quietly to those he's nearest who are yet conscious, as he starts tying them up.

[nyammy]

Nyammy glances to the magical chains, then to Donnie and the rope, before nodding. "I don't know how to tie knots, so I'll leave these ones to you."

She goes, instead to the doorway, peeking out to ensure nobody is coming, drawn by the commotion. They worked fast, but it wasn't exactly subtle. She'd take care of anybody who came to investigate, or at least serve as a warning.

[testygirl]

Aira drops the table with a crunch, then helps with the typing up. Her hair will dissipate after too long, so she uses some of Donnie's rope—assuming he'll let her in order to speed up the process.

"Are any of these guys important enough to give us good info?"

A question for anyone, but in the meantime, she might as well try to figure that out for herself. She glances between their uniforms, looking for any that might be adorned with extra stripes or patches.

[straykitty]

"Hnnngh"

A hand shoots out and grabs Aira by the neck with surprising force as the ropes shatter from the man she was binding. Donnie will find his own arm grabbed and twisted as some of the soldiers start glowing with an eerie red aura, their eyes devoid of thought or compassion as their mouths begin to froth.

"GET BACK!"

Renne screams as she launches black spikes at both of the attackers, the spikes lodging in the arms and releasing their grip enough for Donnie and Aira to get away if they're quick.

Several of the soldiers break their bonds and start rising to their feet, the self-same glow enveloping them as they surge with inhuman strength, preparing to attack the team.

[purplexing]

Completely unprepared for any sort of retaliation, Donnie gapes as one man makes a grab for Aira, right before he gasps in pain as he finds his own arm yanked about, ropes falling free from his grasp. He stares uncomprehendingly at the glowing red, and the only thing keeping him from moving in a panic is his being so firmly pinned.

He chokes on a breath as he scrambles back once he feels that pressure release, hugging his arm close even as he continues to stare at the soldiers. "Wh...what's going on..?!"

[testygirl]

"Gh...!"

It all catches Aira off guard, too, and her vision blurs for a second. Though she can still hear Renne scream and feel the grip on her throat loosen. Her hair extends, latching to a fixture on the ceiling behind her, and she pulls herself away to a safer distance.

After landing, she coughs and briefly rubs at her throat.

"What the hell is wrong with them?!"

Are they rabid? Cursed? She's never heard Renne yell like that, but even if she knows something about what's affecting these soldiers, there really isn't time for an explanation. Aira forms another thick tendril with her hair, sharpens the tip to a point, then lances it through the leg of the one that grabbed her. Better to keep some distance for now and see what kind of punishment these creeps can take.

[nyammy]

Nyammy's attention snapped back around from the doorway. She'd thought everything in here was well in hand, so the situation changing within the room caught her off guard.

Still, an off-guard Precure was still a magical girl - a magical girl with the honed instincts of a cat. She didn't waste any more time, leaping back in with claws - fingers - outstretched, clawing at the rising or risen guards, those clad in an aura of malice.

Even without the time to properly think and analyze the situation, she had to mentally compare these newly-risen guards to the Gaogaon. But even if she did consider that, she doubted that hugging it out would work very well. If only she could access her purifying technique...

[straykitty]

In lieu of answering, Renne launches a burst of black Ether at the glowing soldiers. Their movements seem to slow a bit and several of them look to be temporarily blinded, but they still advance forward, screaming in rage with gutteral, almost demonic voices. The attack seemed to harm them, but they ignore the damage completely as they move forward, grabbing chairs and splintered wood without pause as the advance on the team. Nine different soldiers prepare to lunge at everyone while the other three appear to have enough remaining facilities to start moving toward some guns that were dropped on the ground.

[purplexing]

Some kind of magic, so far as Donnie can tell. He tests his arm with a slight wince as he continues to stare in horror at the approaching soldiers. The different movement behind them catches his attention, and he knows they'll have a lot more problems with both armed soldiers and...whatever those are.

Get it together, Donnie! He can't do anything too widespread, not when Nyammy's jumped right into the thick of things, so he extends his staff again. They aren't stopping, but are they even aware of what's happening anymore? The soldiers who don't seem affected don't seem to even care, so this...this has to be some strangely anticipated development?

He doesn't understand it, he doesn't have time to understand it, not when the scary ones are advancing. Violet light flares around the end of his staff, tracing out a blade. He hasn't made use of this sort of thing since his run-in with Adolfus, but he has a feeling these guys won't stop with a few whacks of a metal stick. Spinning his makeshift glaive, he swings it around to try disarming- maybe even literally so- one of the glowing soldiers as they come at them.

[testygirl]

Well, shit. Now that this has become a full-fledged horror show, the only thing worth focusing on is the team's survival—and that means dispatching as many of these crazed freaks as she can in whatever way possible.

For as long as they're unarmed, Aira can use height to her advantage. She slings herself up again, and while hanging, she divides her hair further into a few separate spear-like points. The ceiling isn't that high, so she does have to avoid the grasping hands of the berserk soldiers. From her vantage point, she can see where the more sane ones are moving for the discarded guns.

With speed, poise, and elegance, she swings across the room; at the same time, she unleashes several harsh kicks and stabs with her pointed hair, aiming for heads this time, which do make for easy targets when attacking from above. She'll look to land once any bullets start flying.

[nyammy]

With these guards being unarmed, even if overtaken by some dark energy, Nyammy doesn't see a need for her shield yet. Instead, she relies on the skills she gained as both a cat and as a magical girl, lashing out with claws and throwing in some kicks as well. Her kicks are, notably, about as powerful as you can throw in this world - which is to say, she's used them to launch monsters the size of buildings around in her own world. These guards are much more.... susceptible, to that level of force.

Most of her thoughts and instincts are dedicated, at this point, to simply ending the threat. But she's keeping enough of her head in the game to make sure she's not getting in anybody else's way while doing so. Teamwork is still relatively new to her, when not directly with her partner, but not so much that she's going to be an active hindrance.

[straykitty]

Donnie's glaive bites deeply into the arm of one of the attackers but doesn't even slow him down as he and two others surge forward to grapple the turtlekin, one of the two attackers quickly falling to a spike of hair. The attack seemed to be dulled, among the boons the aura appears to give is enhanced durability.

Aira feels a bit better, the strike to the vitals takes out two of the attackers including one of the ones rushing Donnie, whereas her kicks sends them backward a bit but does little to stop their momentum as two more close in on her.

Nyammy fares reasonably under the circumstances, her kicks sending assailants flying and her claws biting deep, although the physical wounds don't seem to stop the attackers as two manage to grasp at guns and begin firing bullets infused with red ether that feels positively demonic at her.

Ether surges from behind the line as Renne screams with uncharacteristic rage and sweeps into the backline, her scythe biting into the neck of one of the gunners and halting against the spine for a moment before finally cleaving through and sending the head flying. She immediately leaps on the second gunner and sets to work attempting to puncture his throat with the broad tip of her scythe.

[purplexing]

Donnie hadn't expected such resistance against his magick'd blade, and he quickly reverses the spin of it as the possessed(??!) soldier makes a grab for him. Just as well one of the others is handled by Aira, the remaining seeming to be enough of a handful for the turtlekin.

Somewhere he hears Renne's scream, something frightening in that itself given she's always seemed so composed. Gunfire erupts and he flinches out of reflex. So much happening, so fast. He swipes at the soldier coming at him in some vain attempt to keep them back, finally in a panic turning his glaive forward to thrust its glowing point directly towards the soldier's chest.

[testygirl]

"Aim for their vitals!" Aira shouts. "Don't hold back!"

That's probably obvious to everyone at this point, but since Renne seems to losing it, she tries to sound supportive and authoritative rather than overwhelmed or panicked. The words help to keep herself steady, if nothing else.

After landing, Aira crouches low in response to the gunfire. With two more berserk soldiers bearing down, she uses both hands to propel herself into a twirl. Her hair forms around one leg like a whirling drill, and she kicks at the closest enemy, piercing up through their chin. Then she jerks her foot back and flips into a second attack, swinging in midair and gouging the second one through the side of the head.

It feels disgusting. Sickening. Acid nausea bubbles up from Aira's gut, but she forces it back down. Focus, focus. On to the next.

[nyammy]

With the guns back in play, Nyammy prepares to bring her shield back, but she pauses as she sees Renne moving to handle them. Right, teamwork. If she made a shield that bounced back gunfire, it could ricochet back into Renne. Trust that she could handle them.

Nyammy instead turned toward mopping up whatever soldiers were left. Going for whoever wasn't already being taken care of by the turtle-boy or the masked girl - or perhaps going for one of those, if it looked like help was needed. A spinning kick from her could drive a man into the ground if she wasn't careful - and at this point, she wasn't going to be.

[straykitty]

The more aggressive and decidedly more lethal tactics overwhelm the soldiers as the smell of blood and death washes over the cafeteria. As the chaos clears, what few non-combatants remain are huddled in a corner.

Renne steps forward, her eyes blazing with hate and her hand equally blazing as she gathers fire ether into an increasingly large ball. Her intent is clear - she'll burn the whole room and those within it, but is also not especially thinking logistics such as making her own escape. If there are objections to be raised, now might be the time.