show me how we'll end this, it's alright
characters: All the assigned turncoats and all the rebels! 8) Idealistically.
location: Captured ship and the skies surrounding.
time: ...let me get back to you. A few days after the meeting?
rating: PG-13 for VIOLENCE?
open/closed: Closed to the above.
summary: It's time to wrangle us some rebels. &hearts
( show me how defenseless you really are )
location: Captured ship and the skies surrounding.
time: ...let me get back to you. A few days after the meeting?
rating: PG-13 for VIOLENCE?
open/closed: Closed to the above.
summary: It's time to wrangle us some rebels. &hearts
( show me how defenseless you really are )
[Bo-ring. He was practically yawning when Kunsel started giving them the lowdown about how to get on the ship and run-throughs and orders and be careful and blah blah blah. Who died and made him Sparda god? He never got the memo, nope.
He was one of the first onto the scene, skating down as easy as pie. He wasn't unused to it- after all, he's made other kinds of things into skateboards. Monster-skateboards powered by Red Queen, most amazing thing ever. Take that, ropes connecting ships. Alas, Red Queen, and even Blue Rose, weren't around to see this kind of fight go down. It's always more fun with his favorite weapons around. Yamato, though, was good enough company, especially when shit would really hit the fan.
Nero stalked around the deck. Not really making an effort to be quiet, since it wasn't his style. Bring it on, fuckers. He would take down anyone who came rushing at him like an idiot.
... Or maybe not everyone. He was still worried about some of the others here. He hadn't seen or heard from the girls, and he was sure they were here. If they were going after him... well, that'd be trouble. But more than likely he'll let them go and stalk off somewhere else.]
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[It would have been stupid not to expect this ambush, but guesses could only be given as to when it would happen and would be done. Most consternating was the disabling of their weapons--but it would have been stupid not to take such measures, she knew, for had they done so the turncoats could be sure they would not hit solid ground gracefully.
As the appointed captain, Lenalee would go down with her ship and take the enemy with her.
The enemy. What a spiteful word, now that it had to be pegged on people she knew. Would this be as hard for them as it would be for her? She was fighting for freedom, so that later she could free her friends captive. What were they fighting for, she wondered? Were they bribed? Were they being controlled? Or were they doing this on their own accord, not a shred of guilt to make their hands tremble?
...She'd find out.
Incognito, she climbed to the highest point on the deck, advantageously behind him, and observed him, his weapons, his actions. Anything that could tip her off on what to expect and what to prepare for. Her Innocence deactivated, she was left to grab any weapon in sight: an extending metal polearm. Convenient, since it was something she'd trained with before and wasn't unskilled with. Swords were not for her, and whips didn't match her combat style. It was good loot. She just hoped she would be able to weild it effectively.
When she considered enough time had passed and his back was facing her, Lenalee took a deep breath, steeled her emotions, and took a running leap, raising the pole behind her to bring down with bone-shattering force.]
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