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[PyrosNine]

"You're mind is far too neutral and far too cold and calculating for my liking. But very well, I shall take you there. Hop on. Time is of the utmost essence."

Not waiting for POS to ready himself, Kyuubi reached out a tail and snagged the capitalist and placed him on his back. Then, with a slight growl, he set off. The four legs clawed powerfully on the ground, pulling the Kyuubi at speeds even racecars envy. With such speed, and the lack of wind friction from the circular barrier, it almost seemed as if Kyuubi was hovering above the ground.

"We are nearing our destination, POS. All that is in our way now is a guard outpost in front of the building, and the elevator. It might be a little unpleasant. My apologies in advance."

In the distance, a speck was visible in the somewhat sunken Gaia, that stood out above the water. A large guard outpost stood in front of what seemed to be the entrance into a small building. Considering the size of the guards put up it was more than just a small building, and from what Kyuubi stated there was an elevator to something greater.

The guards barely had time to react, Mods and brutish Gaians alike, but the oncoming Kyuubi's speed and force of motion was overpowering. They fired what weapons they were closest to but they just bounced off the barrier. Then Kyuubi reached the Gaian Barriers set up in case the guards couldn't hold them off. The kyuubi barrier proved capable of removing them just as easily as it did Hystian's. Any fools who dared get in the way were brushed aside, or in the worst case, missing a portion of their body.

Then came the actual building. Kyuubi felt no need to open the door, but this security door was one of the self thinking computer kind, and decided to save it's own skin. The door opened up and Kyuubi skirted through. The gaians had been smart not to make it a direct path in from the entrance to the elevator, so the next part was handled with precision.

Shield strength percision that is. The shield was weakened so not to destroy the walls, but not too weak as it broke and Kyuubi and POS were splattered into the wall like flies. They bounced off the wall at the first corner, down another hall where they bounced again, then over a spike pit in case anyone wasn't paying attention as they rounded a turn, then came the elevator. While it did have a smart door, this one wasn't so lucky.

They burst through the metal door and into the large elevator, slamming into the wall and coming to a complete stop.

"Elevator going down."

[Mesden]

For fuck's sake Raiden...

During his entire maneuver, all Mesia did was sigh, twist her hand on her blade and with a final breath she vanished into her realm.

Once there, she saw everything for what it truly was. Raiden's speed had no matter to her here. In her world, time existed as she felt it, so watching Raiden's stunt at Mach Speed x4 was as easy as the next task.

But, there was something entirely off about Raiden. A large hole was in his essence's chest. The hole where his gem belonged was empty.

And so the puppetmaster took his weakness. Pity. I'm sure Raiden would've embraced death over being someone's bitch. I guess he will just have to settle for a ferocious beating.

She lazily moved forward, but in her realm she was moving faster than Raiden's imprinting, which seemed to be going in severe slow motion.

And with a quick manifestation she appeared in front of Raiden during his ravaging of the area, blade already pointed into his stomach. And even with his current speed she was fast enough to dive the vibrantly glowing green blade into him.

As soon as it even touched his skin the severe physical and spiritual rot began to erupt massively across his body, removing parts of him completely from existance at an alarming rate.

((Just so we're clear, it takes a bit of time to just manifest back into the spiritual world, but once there, she has all the time in the world to do anything.))

[Raiden]

Raiden felt his body start to decompose. If he could cry out in pain, he would. Almost instantly, the rotted pieces fell off and his body regenerated.

Sister...you stabbed me.

A piece of his body shot off from him, struck her in the chest, and sent her flying down at high speeds. When she struck the ground, broken stone went flying off from the destructive force.

[POS Industries]

"Quite a ride..."

POS readjusted himself as he hopped off Pyros' back after their auspicious entrance into the elevator.. Not being as much the thrillseeker, the ride itself was not entirely to his liking, but skipping straight to the end of World 7-4 was a nice bonus. That, and the high speeds had inadvertantly air-dried his clothes.

The capitalist and the fire angel listened to the muzak version of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" as the elevator made its descent. Whether this new form of Pyros liked or disliked Pedro's nature was of no concern. POS had come here to stop a war.

Don't let the diplomatic effort fool you. Not only would the Gaian scum no longer be an issue for NPF, but Pedro O'Sullivan would most likely walk out of here owning Gaia Online after this was all over. Selfish motivation or not, this was in everyone's best interest for the time being.

Reaching its destination, the elevator slowed to a halt, the doors rolling open with a cheerful "ding". Looking over the hastily assembled security force that awaited them, Pedro chuckled slightly as he reached into his coat. "Sorry folks, but we're here on a mission of peace," he called out as pulled the wand out from his coat pocket and raised it into the air, "NEGATIVE KAMEN POWER.... TRANSFORM!!!"

In a flash of light, POS' normal personage suddenly transformed into a new figure, garbed in an exquisitely tailored black tuxedo, with matching cape and top hat. His long brown hair had turned white, and a dark metallic harlequin mask now obscured his face, eyes glowing blood red. Holding a cane in his right hand, he tapped it on the floor of the elevator once with a sharp "click".

At that moment, the shadow of every single security guard suddenly leaped off the ground, taking solid form just long enough to reach around each of their respective guard's heads and cleanly snap their necks, dematerializing as quickly as they had appeared as the the bodies all simultaneously slumped to the ground.

Stepping out of the elevator, the Negative Kamen sauntered through the clutter of the fallen as he made his way toward the main administrative office, content so far with the trial run of his new abilities.

"We thank you for your cooperation."

[PyrosNine]

"Hmm...interesting." was all Kyuubi had to say about this Negative Kamen form. But just to be safe, Kyuubi removed it's shadow. It was best to remove possible future nuisances when you could, not save them for later. That was his conciousness's biggest fault.

The shadow man and the nine tailed fox wandered through the halls, until they came to a main door. It was heavily sealed, and marked "DEFCON V."

"If I were the inquisitive sort, I'd wonder what happened to DEFCONs I through IV." Kyuubi calmly stated aloud. "Oh well. Perhaps they met the same fate as the current one will have."

Kyuubi sent it's mind ahead, where it found those within in a state of panic.

The shadowy Gaian leader from before was sweating. "So they're outside this door as we speak? Put them on main view screen."

A computer technition turned on the Door's hidden camera. The image of the Ninetailed fox and top hatted Kamen stared at them, looking somewhat silly and out of place in this technofuturistic military base, yet all the more menacing for it.

"Umm....Umm...Damn!" The general turned to one of his aides. "I'm out of viable options. Fidem still hasn't returned, Hystian's dead, and the double scrambled forcefield that kept everyone out is still keeping everyone out who could fight them right now. And you're telling me that it'll take a few hours to shut it down?"

"Yes sir. The encryption program we designed was so secure that it required a 1,20020303023493949 digit long passcode, which was generate using advanced math based upon the hour, how many gaians are in Gaia, and the market price of russel potatoes. The program used to calculate the passcode is on the main computer, but it needs to reboot after the simultaneous rainfall program." The technician explained, still heavily typing.

"DAMN DAMN DAMN! This may be all our fault. We counted on these Nuklear power forumites to be tough, but they've proven too tough to handle. Have any of you formulated better options?"

"Not really..." One answered.

"Wait! I've got one! The shadowy one wanted to negotiate things. Perhaps we can negotiate our way out of this, or at least buy enough time for us to think of something better." A second one piped up.

The leader rubbed his chin. "Hmm...it sounds a bit risky. What if they're negotiations involve "negotiating" with deadly force?"

"They're still behind the door, aren't they? We can negotiate with them through the speaker system." The third aide answered.

"Alright. It'll work. Open up chat system 03."

"Chat system 03 opened. commencing chat." the computer technician said as she keyed commands furiously.

Kyuubi returned his thoughts to his body. "Smile for the camera."

"ATTACKING NPF FORUMITES. WE ARE WILLING TO NEGOTIATE. BUT WE ARE ONLY WILLING TO DO SO FROM THIS SIDE OF THE DOOR, IF YOU DON"T MIND. PLEASE STATE YOUR BUSINESS."

[Arhra]

Arhra had been overseeing wide scale destruction.

The defence emplacements dotting the slopes of Mount Raiden were no match for the Isparalian. The three mobile shields danced across the larger shield layer, flitting to the points where the enemy weaponry impacted. Many of the attacks impinged on the mobile shields harmlessly, as though they were doors to some limitless void. The rest blared against the Isparalian's normal shields.

Holo-projections showing an intricate readout of weapon trajectories flowed in a succession of waves around Arhra and energy crackled through the arcane apparatus of the shield-throne as it processed the rerouted energy of the attacks into Arhra and the ship's other systems but Arhra didn't seem to be too overwhelmed. Truth be told, she was spending most of the time laughing hysterically. Or maniacally. Perhaps both. It was hard to tell.

Bright lances of incandescent light stabbed out one by one to reduce each bit of Gaian artillery to molten slag. The blasts of the Gamma Photon Pulse Cannons stitched their way up the mountainside, leaving desolation in their wake. Arhra watched and found it good. She made a mental note to look into accquiring her own battle cruiser.

Seeing the change in the battle as Fidem disappeared, Arhra quieted her bouts of laughter and looked at the golden temple atop the mountain thoughtfully. A smile crossed her face as she gave another order, "Target all weapons systems on that temple. I want it reduced to fragments each no larger than a man's fist! Try and minimise any friendly fire." Seeing Raiden's transformation, she paused and opened a comm-link.

"Hi... Yes, its me." she began. The weapon arrays locked onto their new target and prepared to fire...

Meanwhile, Yuri, blinking confusedly at the sudden change in scenery took it as evidence that she had defeated her foe, the inanimate energy vortex. Seeing the other NPFers around and Raiden before her, she cried, "I, Yuri, hic, will defeat you!" She leapt at Raiden, swiging at his head with the battle of hooch.

That wasn't the only thing Raiden had to worry about. His transformation had not gone unnoticed. Out of nowhere, a terrible enemy had appeared, resplendantly black in their suits and briefcases. Lawyers.

"Mr Raiden, we are here to issue an immediate cease and desist order on your copyright infringment and unlicensed usage of intellectual properties. Our client, Ms Arhra, has put together a class action on the behalf of the affected parties. You are requested to immediately put an end to all of the previously mentioned violation of intellectual properties and copyrights and to make immediate reparations or face a lawsuit."

Of course, a hypothetical observer who was also on the bridge of the Isparalian might have asked Arhra, "I thought you were a creature of Chaos! You don't know anything about Law!" To which Arhra would have mildly replied, "I understand enough to twist it to my own ends."

Dramatic conventions dictated this was about the time the Isparalian would open fire. It did. Bright spears of light descended from the heavens, falling upon that temple like the wrath of a god.

[POS Industries]

The Kamen winced as the aptly named loudspeaker blasted the Gaian general's message for everyone to hear. Everyone. It can be assured that most of the people over on Penny Arcade's forums even managed to hear it, much to their obvious confusion about anything and everything.

Motioning for Kyuubi Pyros to not simply blast the door down, the masked man responded. "Our business is your business. Whatever deal you signed for this encroachment upon our territory, you have quite obviously been screwed. The mod you sent after my nine-tailed associate here has been very quickly destroyed, and the one that set foot on our land has met a similar fate. This leaves you with two choices. One, you could open the door and we could have a nice chat about what my company, POS Industries, can do to help you streamline your current operation or you could choose Option Two."

"WHAT.... WHAT'S OPTION TWO?"

"Very simply," the Kamen continued, wincing once more at the speaker's volume, "Option Two involves my associate and I leaving and reducing the rest of your community to ash. As I'm sure you're aware by now, it is easily within our power to do so, so I recommend Option One for your sakes. Now...

...Would you like to learn more about POS Industries can do for you?"

[PhoenixFlame]

The H.W. Altan was by no means a small vehicle. Those at the temple would easily take the deactivated, thirty-meter tall, seventy-ton eternium behemoth for what it really was, a massive engine of death and destruction.

Because in reality, that's what Phoenix loved, and now she was part of it. Overspillage of insanity from the portal to Gaia had somehow changed her... Something latent in Rhiya's chaos burst. It was strange, and it was horrifying, but Phoenix soon came to terms with it.

Because the inherant strife of thinking you're dead in a 70-ton battlemech falling from 30,000 feet tends to do that to people.

"Okay! Rei, activate the secondary override control." Raksha-Phoenix commanded.

"But who ar-"

"NO QUESTIONS!" Phoenix yelled, "Feh... We need power. Without my real body working, we're not going to be able to start the Altan..." while staring outside the now-closed cockpit, toward her H.U.D., which, invariably, was blinking red and blaring things like, "Collision warning!"

The moment of clarity came to her like a hammer. Phoenix opened her mouth, looked at the control panel, and quoth... "And 'lo, the Control Panel did activate with much gusto."

It was an insane command, but like that, the Control Panel flared to life, and Phoenix immediately slammed the "Flight Mode" button. The Altan's paired wings shot out from it's back in each direction like an angel from beneath the blinding sunbeam that was the Isparalian's guns.

It didn't take much to program the ILS to put the Altan on a low dive toward the Temple, as Phoenix took hold of the mecha's A-ESG joystick, and used the right arm beam-cannon to silence gaian anti-air. The metal behemoth glid in like a raptor, flaring at the last moment to slam it's feet onto the ground before the temple's door.

"I'm here..." Phoenix cackled rhetorically to the shocked Gaians at the temple's entryway.

[Darth SS]

Darth's revolver came out with blinding speed. Raiden was already rotting to death, and in his weakened state he held no hope of dealing with Darth's attack. Three "god-killer" rounds burst from the revolver, two at Raiden's chest and one at his head. Unlike normal bullets, which existed, the neat thing about the god-killer rounds (courtesy of Twiddy) was that they didn't exist. Gods could toy with existence. However, the bullets were no more real than a thought. By the same comparison, gods were "real." You never saw, smelt, felt, heard, and tasted (ew) them. They were the guiding force behind many forces of nature, but they didn't do so by physically spitting water. They manipulated.

Raiden was outside of reality. So were the bullets. Both were on the plane of the gods, and Raiden held no special power there. As Darth shot, he started a syllable and finished it after the bullets had impacted.

"Bitchin'."

[PhoenixFlame]

While Darth's revolvers utilized rather excellent magitechnology to destroy his target, the Altan's left-arm weapon incorporated rather excellent techy-techonology. In fact, the pod-like array of sixteen fifty-caliber rotary guns looked a great deal like a stub-nosed shark as the arm fell into place with a loud mechanical "Vwrr."

On the H.U.D. of the mech, Phoenix grinned wryly as the red crosshair labeled "AIPod" fell over Raiden just as Darth's pistol-bullets impacted him. She squeesed the trigger...

"Ashes to Ashes..."

A deafeningly loud buzz took over the temple for a mile in every direction, as the very ground shook violently from the muzzle compression of the copious discharge of weapons. A fountain of white-hot brass issued forth from the weapon's side, tinkling across the ground like a final symphony of percussion instruments. Chips of stone and pieces of Raiden, aswell as a great deal of dust shot up like a cloud from where the god had been standing.

"Dust to... Ah hell, what a cliche'..." Phoenix chuckled.