Atreju

[Srgntcuddles]

True almost skipped to the cafeteria, giddy to get a sweet treat he enjoyed. He was humming as well as Jerry was walking quickly behind him. There wasn’t many others out in the facility, though as they walked it seemed all the attention was on True. He began to take notice and slowed his skipping into a walk. The humming, too, ceased. Soon they got to the cafeteria and True made his way to a table. “No…Come with me. I will not be leaving you unattended.” said Jerry, preventing True from taking a seat. “So I can go into the back!?” asked True batting some puppy dog eyes. His voice hinted that he was both surprised and excited. “Yes, but I will be watching you.” Jerry said before turning to head to the back room. “Come on.” he continued. True gasped, almost not believing what was happening and quickly followed after Jerry. Jerry lead True into the back room, sure to make him go in first.

Upon entering he walked behind True as he walked around in awe. He almost never got the chance to come back there, which made it such an amazing thing. To top it off all the goodies were back there. True continued to walk along, lost in the moment until Jerry tugged on collar to make him stop. “Stand there.” Jerry said sternly. True turned to watch him as he knelt down to reach into a cabinet. When Jerry’s attention was on getting a cup of pudding Nier managed to force True to steal a knife from a cup on the counter. It jingled from the action, making Jerry look up to see what it was. True stood there with a wide toothy grin on his face looking innocent as could be. Jerry went back to fishing out a pudding cup and again Nier snuck a knife. Jerry looked up again. “What are you getting in to, True…?” Jerry asked. He was clearly not amused. True pulled a spoon from behind his back and showed it to Jerry. “Spoon for puuudding!~” True replied gleefully. Still behind his back was a handful of knives he wasn’t showing Jerry. Jerry scowled and finally got the pudding from a box in the back. Standing up he closed the cabinet and handed the pudding to True who had already tucked away his newly obtained knives.

True didn’t enjoy being used, but it was better then being yelled at by Nier later; he could be very hurtful. The two left the back room and found a table to sit down at. True quickly dug into his pudding, leaving the first bite in his mouth to savor the flavor. “Mmmmm!~ So yummy! Thanks, Jerry!” True said finally moving on to his next bite. Jerry said nothing and idly stared at him as he ate.


Meanwhile on the train…

Dante had long since fallen asleep, laying down along the seats that formed somewhat of a couch. Cyrus, too, was lying on his chest curled into a ball. A noise had drew Dante from his light sleep. He quickly scanned the booth to see nothing. Deciding to get up to stretch his legs he scooped Cyrus up gently as not to disturb him from his slumber. He then set him back down to let him continue to sleep. Dante got up and stretched before heading out of his booth into a hallway. He went left, towards the back of the train. When he reached the door to the next car he froze when he touched the handle. A sudden feeling rushing to him coming from the car ahead of him. “Such sin…” he said silently to himself. Just in the next car was a group of the SSNP, acting as a security team for the car behind them. It was a large group, of at least twenty soldiers.

He turned to lean against the door, unable to go inside. It wasn’t out of fear, but rather a growing urge to send everyone in that car to the one above. “I can’t make a fuss here…It’s too risky.” he shook his head to try and control himself. In a normal situation Dante would be quick to act, happy to rid people of their sin and send them to a better place. An uncontrollable twitch made Dante draw his two Triguns and press their barrels against his face. “Give me strength…” he said aloud. Dante stood up and holstered his weapons and put his cloak back around himself to cover up. He then walked towards the other side of the car to get away from the urge.

[Grace.E]

Viola found a secret place for her to pray to the old Ayanna Goddess of wisdom and death, apart of the triple goddess, almost like a rosary, she pulled out prayer beads, and prayed for the evil soul she just exterminated. she spoke in amazonian tongue, it was a long prayer but when she done she got up and hid her prayer beads and walked the streets of the SSNP capital. her black trench coat billowed behind her, many people stepped aside so she could pass.  she was gonna have to keep low for her next plan to begin, since it was gonna get harder for her to get her hands on the next person who was apart of her sister and families death. but her entire plan was to kill every single leader in the SSNP, even though she was not apart of the resistance, she was gonna do them a little favor. she walked into a diner that was open for dinner, walking into the place, she sat down at a booth and wait for the waitress to come, she did, a young feline girl was an unfamiliar accent.
"whadya want surga?' she asked, looking at the menu she said "I will have the steak dinner with mash potatoes with your meat gravy, greens and a cup of coffee with cream" her soft and musical voice almost always betrayed her scary and commanding appearance. the waitress left with a slight blush on her face. many of the people stared at her out of the corner of her eye, even the chef. it was quite except for the music box. she ate her meal when it returned, payed and tipped the waitress and left silently.

Viola walked deep into the heart of the city, the wealthy, rich people part. many stared as she walked past, for she stood out, looking like a barbarian amongst the delicacy's and the fragrant smells of the wealthy. walking past a bar she noticed someone, someone she would never forget... once a Lieutenant and now telling by the badges was a major, a middle aged wolf man that did awful, unforgivable things to her mother before she was brutally murdered.  he was no leader but he was indeed a monster in her eyes, by quietly asking an older man where he lived, he pointed to the smaller mansion on the hill. when he had quickly left, she was smiling to herself, it was a longer walk but she arrived, finding a way through, like a shadow she walked though the house, she saw portraits of him and his fox young wife and a recent photo of a baby. a baby girl at that, she walked slowly up the stairs, she found the babies bedroom, next to it was the master bedroom where his wife slept. pulling out her gun she put a silencer on it, the wife woke up, expecting to be her husband. "Charles...you-" she stopped, her eyes wide when she saw Viola and the gun pointed at her. "get up...take your baby" Viola's soft voice was full of malice as she watched the young woman shakily get up and dashed to her baby's bedroom. Viola followed her, the baby cried as she was disturbed from her sleep.
"please don't kill me or my daughter!" she was terrified, she hushed the baby's cries as she forced them into Charles office. she had no plan to kill the wife and baby, she wasn't cruel. she sat in the chair and waited for him to arrive, it was a good hour when he did and Viola had lost all patience, the whole time she was silent and the young mother nursed her baby. when Major Charles did arrive, he looked confused and angered by the situation.
"put the gun down Major or you will regret it" ....

[KittKat chunky~]

Explosions ruptured the muddied ground. Plumes of earth and shrapnel burst upwards with each muffled blast. Shouts and screams filled the cold morning air; everywhere men scrambled over bricks and barbed wire, splashing through mud and stagnant water. The constant crack and whip of bullets flew overhead as the Rebel fighters pushed down the road with a valiant tenacity.

Warehouses lined the street, signposts and overturned barrels marking this place to have once been a thriving industrial area. Now fires burned in the empty shells of depots and buildings, iron girders and supports jutting from blasted walls like charred ribcages, and everywhere bodies lay bloodied and torn in the mud.



Kittrevsky watched the fighting like an actor standing at the wings of the stage. Detached, merely watching and waiting. The wildcat shifted where he lay and pulled his hood further over his head. With a dissatisfied grunt at the mud that was seeping through his fatigues, he put his eye back to the scope of his rifle. He had merely to wait.

The end of the street was a criss-crossing bulwark of razor wire, sandbags and flashing gun muzzles. The soldiers of the SSNP had held this sector for a long time now, the high-command insisting that the industrial sector would not fall. The harsh crack of smaller weapons overlaid by the occasional thumping of the Nazi’s heavier guns was bringing the Rebel’s offensive crashing to its knees.

Suddenly Kittrevsky took in a sharp breath, finger tensing around the trigger of his rifle. At the back, behind the wire and soldiers, a sleek black vehicle had pulled to a halt. Another loud –crump- and a plume of mud obscured Kittrevsky’s vision as an officer stepped out from the car, followed by a retinue of bodyguards, all dressed in the same charcoal black.


With an expert flick of the wrist Kittrevsky brought the image closer, lenses sliding into place until the officer’s face filled the crosshairs. He was a fox, crimson-furred and sharp-mouthed; he offered a thin cigarette to the junior officer beside him. Both smoked with an air of relaxed confidence, the younger of the two gesturing back towards the sandbags and soldiers.

Now was the chance, the chance that he had waited five hours for. Interrogated a junior officer and intercepted SSNP communications, all for this small opening. His finger tensed on the trigger...


“Oh no you don’t.” A whisper just behind the wildcat’s ear caused the finger to slip, a hand to go instinctively for the knife at his belt. But whoever had spoken was faster, pushing his face into the mud they jumped over him and down from the warehouse wall into the street below. A single cheerful remark followed the figure as they disappeared from view into the ruined warehouse “This kill is mine!”

[Ares the Ram]

His ears still ringing from the rat's squeal, Macid sat down at his desk to try and think of any other way to weaponize it. "It seems the most plausible way is to make it airborne. If only there was a way to keep it from dissipating so quickly." He decided to look over his notes of the disease to try and find something he might have missed. He talked out loud to himself as he read. "The disease has a 100% mortality rate and has no known cure. Currently, the only way to recieve it is by injection from a very small gnat-like creature. The disease quickly spreads throughout the victim's body and slowly eats away at bones, muscle, and fat tissue until there is nothing left. Previous tests have proven that with alteration, the disease can become airborne, but with 98% reduced efficiency in killing its target." He tossed the notebook aside as he rubbed his brow in frustration and fatigue.

    Looking at the desk clock, he saw it was almost 700. His eyes were heavy and his limbs ached. He hadn't slept much or very well for a while due to constant alarms keeping him up and working. He was beginning to doze off when he heard the door to his lab unlock. Panicking, he rubbed his eyes and tried his best to straighten out his coat. He stood at attention as the door opened. It was very rare that anyone entered his lab, no matter what their status was, so visits were always very important. A man dressed in a very high ranking officer uniform entered in accompanied by two other guards besides the door ones. Macid drew his heels together and saluted as he was taught to. "Colonel Sanders." The colonel saluted back with a smile. "Doctor Krastinov. I hope this night finds you well. The fuhrur has sent me for an update on your research. I do hope you've made some progress this time." Macid gulped. He hadn't made any, but couldn't let the colonel leave without something this time. He began to explain what he knew to try and stall while he thought of something. "Well, as you know, the disease is only transmitted through either the insect that originally carried it, or by direct injection to the blood stream. The insect, due to our colonization, is all but extinct now. A direct injection is impractical for use on the battlefield, and to synthesize more for other uses is time consuming to say the least. Thus the only viable option is to somehow make it airborne, allowing us to fill gas canisters with it and infect that way." That was all he had to say, his mind was scrambling to think of something, anything to say to save him another punishment for no progress. Then it hit him. Why it took so long for him to realize it, he wasn't sure, but he was sure he finally found a solution. "But what if, Colonel, what if we mutated it? Combined it with another disease that isn't deadly, but can infect large amounts of people? Combining the deadliness of my disease with the transmitability with the common cold, we could create a neurotoxin that even Needles would be jealous of! I would need a raw sample of the disease to work with. Can you..." The colonel raised his hand to stop Macid from speaking. A very wide smile appeared on his lips. "Consider it done Doctor. You shall have your disease. The fuhrer will be most pleased to hear this." The colonel turned around to leave the lab when he pulled a small device out of his pocket. Pressing the button on it released a shrill sound like nails on a chalkboard combined with a babys scream. The guards merely winced at the sound, but Macid fell to the ground, screaming and covering his ears in pain. "That was for speaking before me, Doctor. Do not speak out of turn again." The colonel left, laughing at his torture of the doctor.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

A few moments later and the canine was back to her feet, leaping over fallen trees and avoiding anything that could hinder her progress to Dee.  She was beginning to get tired having covered so much distance on foot in one night thus far. Convinced she wasn’t going to make it to Dee, she decided to settle for the night. She knew she wasn’t far; she was able to see the lights from the city very vaguely. “I know it’s not far now, but I need to put the rest of my energy into making a camp,” She muttered, finding a tree with a thick trunk.

Raising her claws, she began to swipe at the earth near the base of the tree.  Since she had separated from her tribe, she had developed her own methods of setting up camp, and they were usually easier and more efficient than the older ones since it didn’t require scavenging, just using the environment.  She created shelter by digging under a tree, using the roots combined with the earth around her as the walls, the hole that she dug as an entrance into the roots. It wasn’t a very deep hole, just enough for her to fit under the roots with a little room to spare so that she could lay comfortably.  She considered making a fire, but decided against it as she crawled into her burrow and turned, facing outward. She looked like an animal as she curled up, tucking her face under her arms, attempting to sleep. She sighed out, her breath causing a cloud of dirt to kick up. She was covered in dirt at this point, which she didn’t mind. In the morning, she would get moving again and make it to Dee, hopefully get some food and find some business or another job.

[Entaru]

Entaru stepped off the tram and onto the platform of the West Wing.  The tramway was extensive, going throughout the entire base so that troops could easily be transported from one end to the other within a short amount of time.  The tram also led out into Nil itself, where it spread to the many defensive outposts of the city, which kept the city safe from the savages that skulked outside.  The tram had been empty except for the few guards that stayed aboard to protect it from sabotuers...not that it mattered.  There was a hidden eye scanner aboard every tram, identifying anyone who got aboard.  The guards were alerted if anyone with a suspicious background got aboard and they were usually either escorted off or shot.  Entaru was proud of the system, though he had nothing to do with its creation.

Entaru cleared his thoughts and found himself walking to the War Room on autopilot.  I've walked this hallway too many times...I could walk down this way blindfolded.  Turning a corner he was greeted by two more guards, both saluting as he came into view.  One of the guards was shaking a bit...obviously new at this paticular post.  The other was familiar, with a stern face that matched his job.  "Good morning Sergeant....training a new guard?

"Sir, yes sir!"  The guard's expression soured a bit at being reminded.

"Well then I wish you luck Sergeant...you'll need it for this one.  Seems a bit twitchy...."  Entaru walked past the two of them and into the War Room.  General Stuoph as well as a few of Entaru's fellow officers.  With a salute Entaru adressed the General.  "You wished to speak with me sir?"

[Self-sain]

Addonexus looked at the three bodies laying on the floor, turning his head to look a the child.
   'Kill them!!' the horse voice screamed, Addonexus ignored it walking over to the small child.
   "Don't worry, they won't hurt-" he reached over to pat the child on the head, but the child pulled back in fear. Addonexus hand pulled back as he silently felt the pain his appearance inflicted on him. He stood up; his ears flickering hearing the coking sound of a gun. The largest man, barely able to move his body, had the gun's iron sight set on him. Addonexus yellows eyes burned with anger as the moon light flashed across them, he couldn't stand when idiots tried his generosity.
  'Yes!! Yes do it', reaching back into the skulls mouth Addonexus took hold of a handle. With one clean swipe Addonexus beheaded the fool, revealing the five foot long buster sword, its sinister aura filling the air. 'You know.. if you don't kill the others they will be back and they will take revenge on these defenseless bystanders', Addonexus knew what the voice was trying to get him to do, and as much as he hated it he knew it was right. Holding the blade with one hand he quickly killed the closest of the two, the other was slightly out of reach from being knocked back form the battle. With a slow paste walk Addonexus made to the unconscious body, he raised his sword and let it fall to end the mans life, but something wasn't right. Instead of the sound of ripping flesh and bones, the sound of metal on metal was met. A tall female rabbit was holding his blade, just inches away from the mans face, in her palm.
  "Are you with-" before Addonexus could finish what he was saying, the female threw his blade out of his hands and to the side, followed by a palm strike to his chest. Losing all air in his lungs, Addonexus slammed against a wooden merchant stand, destroying it as his body came to a halt in the remains.  Barely having time to get back up, the feline braced him self as the rabbit threw another punch. Putting his hands up to block it with some magic, he could feel his flesh rip a little as the power of the blow impacted. The rabbit stood thrown off by what happened; leaving Addonexus with a free shot. Taking in a breath of air first; Addonexus launched everything around him away. Sending the tall rabbit flying back.

Liliana tired her best to land on her feet as she tried to recover from her blast. 'What kind of magic is that?', she thought to her self, still not being to aware of hostile magic. Her foot bumping into the hilt of the large blade as she skid to a stop, she grabbed the handle of the demonic blade to try and better her self. 'It's a lot heavier then I thought', she looked at the short feline, and wondered how he was able to swing such a large object with such a small body. It was heavy, but still not any trouble for the rabbit, she charged with the blade in he hand. Leaping in the air to strike the feline down, his smile gave her worry. As the blade inched closer to him, she felt its wight begin to disappear as the blade its self began to disappear into a dark gas. 'What the heck' her mind trying to grasp what just happened, her eyes looking into the skeletons eye sockets she felt her body freeze up, leaving her unable to move.

'Finish her!' the voice screamed as the blade was once again pulled from its mouth as Addonexus swung for a killing blow.
  "Nooo!" the small child screamed as Addonexus stopped his blade on the rabbits throat. "Please mister don't kill Lady Liliana" the small child began to sob as it pleased with the feline. "She was only trying to help" 
  'Screw the child, finish her-'
  "I'm not you" Addonexus said pulling the blade away, turning it back into gas. He turned and began to walk back into the desert.

Liliana felt her self regain control of her body, she stood puzzle by the feline's comment. The child ran into her arms crying, she brushed it hair patting it gently. "Child... what happened here?"

[serpington]

the six remaining lizards started making their way towards the fromt of the light rail, the large black male leading the group and the young blue male following behind them. the group reached a large glass like section of roof near the end of one of the carages, just like the last three they had passed, but this one had someone on the otherside of it. the leader looked over the edge slowly, as he had done a hundred times before, and saw a being with two guns to his lips, the being said something quietly then wlked back towards the front of the train. the leader signaled to one of the other lizards, a short dark coloured lizard with a sort of rainbow tint to his scales. "tenkunte nomte ci meshne" (make sure its safe to go inside.) the small lizard nodded then vanished, his scales camoflaging him perfectly as he slipped into the carage. once inside he looked around, watching the stranger, waiting for the time to signal the others.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

The wolfess continued her pursuit, smiling as both of them stopped to vainly attempt at removing their magical limiters. When she caught up to them, she wasted no time on the boy as she held her blade right at his face and another hand making a fireball. "As Moonchild's guardian, I cannot allow her to leave the compound without an escort of at least myself and one other officer. If you continue your pointless struggle, I might just have to take your other arm off."

[Hunter_Tier]

Tier had been pulled from the frontlines to be reassighned. His tank crew had been slated for reassighnment after thier last assualt and he was not happy. Tier rode silently reading most of the way as he sat abord the train bound for some new assighnment he more than likely was going to be sorry for. He had been assighned to act as somewhat of a bodyguard for some upper echelon individual  and in all honesty he wondered why. From the report he had read this was a task more suited for the Totenkopf, not a Waffen SS sergeant. Moodily he folded the page in the small book and placed it back into his uniform and stood up. He had been riding in the baggage or cargo car to deter any stowaways abord the train. He adjusted his uniform belts and made sure his weapons were in check. Tier wore his weapons on his back and his side for all of the world to see. He was a soldier, not some frilly little dignitary d***it! He sighed and opened the door to step out of the car. The wind rushed about and Tier looked to the side to grab ahold of the ladder and begin climbing. The less others knew of his presence the better off he was. He reached the top and hooked the safety line he had left there to his loop he had attached to his trouser belt and began walking across the roof of the train car. They had been heading for Dee and Tier's orders was to "Shadow miss Kate and make sure as to not arouse any suspision to yourself. If you feel compromised, kill any unnessessaries you deem a threat." To Tier that translated as; stay the f*** out of sight and make sure she gets to wherever she's supposet to go so that you can be relived and sent on some other bullcrap mission. As Tier reached the end of the car he unhooked his safety line and carefully attached it to the next car before easing over. This was the biggest waste of his talents but he had to do what he had to do as long as he was getting paied. He had to show his loyality to whoever held his contract. He finally reached the car in question and unhooked himself and went down the ladder to stand in front of the door and open it to enter what was better known as the officers car. Here other soldiers rode and chatted and gambaled while Tier threaded his way through them and moved toward the door. Most had already seen him a couple of times before and didn't question him as he passed. He reached the door of the car in which miss Kate rode and raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Miss Kate, a word please?" He asked as polietly as he was able.

[LordFeline]

the convoy rumbled along the road, tattered banners fluttering in the warm breeze. they had been on a course east into warmer territorys, and signifigant change in the enviorment and morale of the soldiers. the pines were replaced by oak trees, and it grew warmer. the men werehappier and happier to leave the frozen hellhole they had been stationed at. at the head of the leading truck, Grat-u'ul stood on the roof, a proud figurehead of the companys power and pride. but within the hour, they found what tthey were looking for. it came first as sporadic machine gun fire in the distance, and as they grew closer, they could hear the booms of artillery and the loud crashes of tanks being destroyed. the convoy pulled up at a shattered gate to a small town, where they wittnesed a small group of rebels despratly trying to hold off a Nazi tank brigade bombarding the homes and stores. Vahallas Finest simpley sat and watched until the tanks left behind a pile of rubble and a stack of corpses.
"we should have done something." flatly stated Officer Pride
"I know. but whos side are we on?" Grat-u'ul replied
"Im...not...sure.." said Pride
oth men gazed thoughtfuly into he distance.

[x]

Katie heard the knocking, and waved one of her personal guards to deal with whomever it was since interrupting the Fuhrer would be a highly punishable, rude offense. She turned her attention back to him with an apologetic, slightly dipped nod, surprised at what he said next.

“Go ahead and let him in,” Heir Carson muttered, his hologram image flashing as he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “What I want to say to you requires…..all the witnesses I can get.”

Without a second thought, Katie knew this was a direct instruction to herself and got up humbly out of her chair, gliding to the train car door. Her body guards looked at each other with raised eyebrows as what she was doing would be considered stupid, had whoever it was on the other side of that door had assassination on his mind and gun in hand. She opened it up onto the contracted SS member and gave him a charming white smile, curtsying a little, black skirt in hand, once again wondering why she had to do that and men didn’t. She moved her lips silently and nodded at the empty booths for Tier to sit down for a moment. “Heir Carson himself is speaking to me at the moment, please, show some respect for our wonderful Fuhrer.”

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(@Chrono: Please read OOC…)

Atreyu felt his heart rise into his throat and an incredible guilt sink into that little, fast beating heart. He was supposed to being helping Moon out of here, saving her from the daily torment, but now with a blade pressed to him…if he did not surrender them, he would not be able to help her at all anymore. If he did not surrender, and entered battle, he could leave that battle injured, or dead and would no longer be a help to his ‘little sister.’ He rolled his shoulders back submissively, and his ears went back albeit with a crude snarl. “Fine…I….I…surrender. Us….her. Just don’t even think about punishing Moon for this. It was me.”

Meanwhile Moon’s ears did the opposite, they went up in disbelief. She had a fairy tale sort of mindset and truly believed they could escape scratch free. She was just a child barely out of day care age and did not understand how he could just surrender. Her hand dropped…and the magic limiter slipped off of her wrist, successfully broken. She did not notice. “N-no, Atreyu! You can’t!” she whined, tears welling. It was like a toddler who didn’t get what they wanted at the store, a temper tantrum in a much more disturbing context. The child rose to her feet, in what seemed like anger but was, rather, just childish frustration and terror at the thought of going back. She looked right at the wolfess. “Let him go!” she demanded, again thinking it was that easy.

As Atreyu tried to sway her out of it with shakes of his head, for her own safety, something that looked like a misty shadow grew behind the girl. It grew, and grew, and grew, to the point the meadow appeared to be under the shadow of a great storm cloud. Out in the middle of the meadow field, something was forming, a mass black like ink, slick like tar. It seemed it had no other form than this liquid shadow.

It leaped from the ground in fury, black ink swarming and forming something new, a towering figure several times taller than the great pines….it could even be seen from the train, from the views in Dee. A monster, or a spirit, one could not really tell, for it's featureless body betrayed absolutely nothing but hands the size of houses, tipped in what seemed like impossible claws. No face, no means. It's body was long and thick, the biggest tree in the forest. Yet its prescence alone was unbelievable, something never before seen, and horror-inspiring, a great wake of wind blasting back the grass in the meadow as it rose, a sort of distant sound ringing in their ears.

Atreyu looked to Moon, aghast. “What did you do?!” he called. Sadly, he knew exactly what she had done...he had had to deal with...similarities before. But the wolfess had never witnessed it, nor had any other Nazi, so the claim the child was responsible was perposterous.

"I didn't mean to, me swear, Atreyu!" the girl herself didn't know what was going on, and felt the stain of fear, worse than when under the needle, when on the operating table, when running courses and tests. "Moon no bad, Moon no bad..." she whispered, unable to take her eyes off the thing she had called, backing up, stepping on her doll as she went, nails biting her palm.

[Srgntcuddles]

True soon finished his pudding and let out a satisfactory sigh. “That was so good!~” said True happily. “Can I have ano-” “No.” Jerry interrupted flatly. “Aww…” True moped. “Pleeeease?” he said giving Jerry his best puppy dog eyes. “No. You have had enough. I think it is best you return to your room for the night. Come.” he said, standing up. True stood up saddened at not getting more pudding and that he had to return to his cell. Head hung low he walked ahead of Jerry back to his cell. Down a corridor they came to a glass chamber that blocked off the hallway. Jerry walked up to a window, flashed his ID and a door on the chamber opened up. True walked in, knowing what to do. This is where they would search him for weapons.

The door closed behind True leaving him standing in the center. A door on the wall to his right opened up, letting in an orderly to search him. The fox cautiously walked over to the kid and began to pat him down. In that process True had moved his eye patch from his right eye to his left. It was now Nier in control, in the same motion he slid a knife from his sleeve to his paw. “Weapon!” called out the orderly, taking note of True’s action. He jumped back towards the door as Nier had swiped at him nearly missing him. The orderly retreated back into the safety of the room he came from, door swiftly closing just as Nier took a stab at the orderly getting the knife stuck in between the door and frame. “Damn it!” shouted Nier. The child-like voice had disappeared now, a more darkened and aged tone taking it’s place. “I swear, I will get you Thomas!” threatened Nier as he took a step back. Having failed, Nier knew what was coming next. A gas began to fill the chamber creating a thick fog rendering Nier unseen from the outside. He didn’t resist as he soon lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a thud.

Meanwhile on the light rail…

Dante felt a presence behind him suddenly as he neared the front of the car. Quickly he turned around, hands on his weapons under his cloak. He sniffed, looking down the empty corridor. Cautiously he walked down the corridor nearing the lizard not knowing he was there. He stopped, only a foot or so from him and sniffed the air, unable to place the smell he had found. A gust poured in from an open window in the booth next to him. Peering inside he found it was empty and entered. The wind was blowing his cloak behind him, revealing his almost cowboy get-up. It was a brown leather vest, belt of bullets across his chest, guns in their respective holsters on his sides. Dante closed the window, his cloak falling flat against his back without the wind. He returned it to covering him up and exited the room and returned to his own without incident.

[KittKat chunky~]

Swearing profusely under his breath Kittrevsky leapt up from his sniping spot, sliding down the brick wall to land and roll in a cloud of brick dust.

Rifle slung over his back he ran, smashing through a rusted doorway, only to see the last glimpse of the figure disappearing through another door. He shouted; voice echoing in the empty warehouse “Wait! You’re going to get us both killed!”

Bursting through the second doorway Kittrevsky emerged on the other side of the warehouse, the crack of bullets and screams closer than before. Again the figure was already weaving between concrete pillars- agile and fast. Kittrevsky gave chase, bullets tearing up the ground at his feet as he leapt over rubble and wire.

Swearing yet again he scrambled up a slope of loose bricks, crunching underfoot as he ran between pillars that had once supported a tall roof, now blasted away into rubble. He could see the figure, running parallel to his path and oblivious to him turning, catching a pillar, swinging round and using his momentum to smash into their side with a muffled thump.

The pair tumbled onto the rubble-strewn floor, choking clouds of brick dust rising around them. Kittrevsky coughed and wheezed as he drew his blade and pinned the figure down with as much force as he could still muster.

It was only now, dust settling and with the muffled sound of explosions and screams all around, that Kittrevsky could see who the figure was. It was only now that he realised the figure he had pinned to the floor -chest heaving- was a woman, and most importantly, a slav. She grinned “What’s the matter sniper... Cat got your tongue?”

[Entaru]

Entaru left the war room confused.  The amount of new information that had just been divulged to him made his head hurt.  The SSNP had kept many of its projects classified to everyone except for those who worked on it and the Fuhrer himself.  Not even the people guarding the compounds knew what was going on inside them.  And now, without warning, Entaru and a handful of other officers were being put in charge of militarizing and monitoring those projects.  They were not told why...just that the projects needed to be ready to deploy at a moments notice.  Each of them had been given seperate orders as to where their different compounds were and what they were supposed to do. 

But Entaru's was different...everyone else had machine prototypes, experimental chemicals (one that he had helped along and had expected to get), even demonology and new magicks.  He, however, had been put in charge of militarizing the project that he and many others had only thought was a rumor...something the SSNP came up with to scare the Rebels into submission.  It had been given many names....the Uberkind, the Immortal Soldiers, the Valkyries.  And the most poignant...the name that stared up at him from the paper.

The Aryan Children....

Why had he been chosen for this one?  He flipped through the pages as he sat down on the tram.  There was so little information...what was he supposed to do?  The train to the base would leave in an hour and after that he would have a military escort waiting for him but there was nothing for what he was supposed to do when he got there.  Entaru rested his head on his hand as he read the intstructions over and over.  It was only when the tram made a stop, did two small pieces of paper fall out of the folder.  Picking them up he could see that they were pictures.  The first was of a young boy...a lion cub.  He seemed relatively unremarkable and Entaru smirked a bit as he noticed the boy was in a fight with what he could only discern as an oversized trainer...a fight he was winning. 

Looking at the next picture Entaru nearly fell from his seat in shock.  "Sonya?!" He blurted out without thinking, his eyes beginning to well up.  He quickly stifled the tears as he looked at the picture again...it wasn't her.  The girl in the picture was the completely wrong species...but she was the right age.  He quickly put away the photos as the tram came to his destination.  Quickly exiting the tram and transferring onto the train, he stalked to his room in one of the train cars and locked himself in.  Collapsing onto the bed, he let the tears that he had stifled flow silently out.  He could have sworn he had seen his daughter...