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Lirath - Ship Survival

As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.

Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.

Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.

With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.

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The cultists that Knight struck out at took the blows, using their body armor to take the brunt of the damage from the blade, while pulling out blades of their own, striking back at him.

The other cultists that Shoutarou and Phillip opened fire on dropped their guns when they were hit by the blasts, their guns too damaged to continue using. The lead cultist seemed to panic somewhat as he began punching commands on the device they had set up.

"We cannot fail," he said in a rushed voice. "We cannot--"

"You have failed," said another voice, and with a crude flash of light appeared a tall, gaunt figure nearby. With a quick movement, the figure slices open the cultist's throat, letting him collapse in a spray of blood.

"The master is most displeased," the figure said to the other cultists, brandishing a second blade in his other hand. "Do not fail him."

The cultists, having watched their leader killed by this figure, begin fighting with a renewed strength and vigor.

"It looks like we've met up against the big boss," remarked Philip, the right eye of Double flashing as he lashed out with his rubber arm and smacked a couple of cultists in the head.

"This guy's going to be tough."

Knight summoned his Wing Lancer and took it in his right hand, keeping his Visor in his left. He didn't normally dual-wield, but he didn't think he had much choice when it came to this new enemy.

He continued fighting off the cultists, but he kept looking toward the new figure. He didn't like the looks of him one bit.

"So it seems," Shou answers, pulling out a silver Memory to replace Trigger. It's slotted into the Double Driver, and thrown open. LUNA! METAL! Shoutarou reaches back behind him and turns his back on one of the mooks - the blade of one is stopped by the Metal Shaft's appearance. Whipping around, Shou brings the staff around and knocks it into the cultist's side, then turns to the new arrival.

"Hate to be a buzzkill, but I'm afraid failure's yo--"

Hoshi tried her best to work through the frightened refugees, and instead of being nice for once, she was more forceful than anything. It was to the point of her saying, "move out of the damn way!" She forced her bike to jump over them and went to join her friends with Seraphiel speeding towards them.

She took the Lost Driver out of her vest, attaching it to her waist and then she slipped a hand in her vest for the Nazca Memory. Clicking it, it said, "" She revved the engine up a bit more while she did this and proclaimed, "HENSHIN!" as the memory repeated itself with music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pL4HTWZJfV4) playing and she transformed into Nazca in a flurry of flames and bright lights. Her transformation triggered Seraphiel's own and the two of them were ready to go for whatever came their way.

Now that she had her armor on, her next move wasn't going to be too stupid. She rode on her motorcycle a bit before literally standing up on the seat. She jumped off of her bike, letting it crash into a few of the cultists to trip them up. Then, she curled herself up into a small ball with her foot lighting up and forming Nazca lines around it.

"RIDER KICK! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N87Sefp3VX8)" she shouted as she aimed a powerful kick at the mooks and landed on her feet, crouched down. She got up, took her blade out and spun it around before running it over her gloved hand.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. Had some difficulties along the way," she said with a slight smirk. Seraphiel stood behind her, his cross in his hand while he waited for any order of any kind from his mistress.

Edited 2011-08-14 03:36 (UTC)

The gaunt figure watched apathetically as his men were defeated one by one, quietly observing the Riders as they fought.

"Very well," he said. "If the lesser trash won't do, then I suppose I shall have to complete the master's work."

His eyes glowed--rather, that was the wrong term. In truth, they began to emanate a twisted, sickly dark energy, like shadows, and his blades became coated with a similar energy.

"The End comes for all," he muttered darkly, rushing forward, slashing out at both Shoutarou and Hoshi with blinding speed.

Shoutarou sputtered. "Hoshi! You interrupted me! ...but there's more important things to worry about."

Then came the strike of the dark-energy user, and Shoutarou tumbled backwards. Sparks flew from his body as he was knocked away.

Knight paused only briefly in his battle to see what had happened to W and Nazca. He couldn't leave them alone against the new cult leader. Fortunately, with one of his cards, he didn't have to choose between fighting the cultists and fighting their leader.

The real Knight broke off from the fight as illusory copies of him battled the cultists. Any hit went right through them, but they were solid enough to strike back. Meanwhile, Knight crossed his swords as he ran toward the figure.

"We'll have to match speed for wit," stated Philip, swapping his memory.

"Oops," Hoshi said quickly as her grip tightened on her sword. She took in a breath and moved in a defensive stance. Here was where the strenuous training she had occupied herself with came in handy. Seraphiel's cross deflected the blast that came for her and then, almost as if she was going at the speed of light, she ran quickly with her sword positioned.

Then, just as fast as she was running, flames licked at her armor and her blade. A projection of a bird (http://www.onagocag.com/nazbird.jpg) was shown while she had her sword drawn up above her head.

"Nazca Striker!" she called out as the flames went into her attack against the leader, it aimed to go right for him.

Not to be left out, while Knight was dealing with the cultists, he was joined by Seraphiel who aimed his cross at the cultists to either take them off of their game or immobilize them for now.

"Please."

With a shimmer of dark energy, the cultist leader disappeared out of the way of Hoshi's attack, only to reappear not far away. Suddenly, four tendrils of dark energy reached out from his back.

With a wave of his hand, the tendrils darted out, striking towards each of the Riders present.

As the tendril lashed out at him, Shou brought the Metal Rod up to block, then ignited one end, swinging it at the tentacle in retaliation. "Tch, teleportation... Remind you of anything, Philip?"

Knight blocked with both swords, but he was still hit hard and forced back. Some of the cultists tried to jump him from behind, but he threw them off and struck back at the tendril, trying to sever it.

But it was clear that he wasn't going to be able to keep to this strategy for long, and he called out, "How much do you think he'll be able to take?" He wasn't sure if a Final Vent would be overkill, but at the very least, the others might have something more effective.

"Odin," replied Philip. "We're going to have to change, partner. Fall back. Ren, Hoshi, cover our retreat. Fang, COME!"

Hoshi called Seraphiel to her side, still in archangel form. His cross and her sword parried off the tendril, however the both of them were pushed back a bit from the impact.

She knew just being on the defensive wasn't going to do much, and if they wanted to stop this, they had to get offensive and quick.

"Seraphiel, protect Philip and Shoutarou. I'll be fine," she told her holy beast who gave her a silent nod and went with the both of them to provide them cover. She went over to Knight and stood by his side, her sword gripped tightly.

"What do you say to combining an attack?" Hoshi asked, ready for what was going to come next.

"Do you really think you have time to talk?"

Another flash of dark energy, and again the cultist disappeared, only to reappear in the air above Knight. As he descended, he brought his energy-enhanced knives together, using his momentum to bring them down in a powerful strike aimed at Knight's back.

Shoutarou pulled out his Stag Phone, dialing a number with one hand, disengaging the transformation with the other. "No, but I've got time to do this..."

He took off to meet the incoming Revolgarry, hopping in once the thing opened, slotting the Joker Memory into his belt, then promptly passed out.

Leaping to his feet, the small dinosaur memory leaped into his hands and he flipped it. "Henshin!"

His suit formed instantly as a second form leaped from the depths of the Revolgarry, a yowling blue britsh shorthair as a rib-caged memory flew out with it.

Hey, cultist, meet two hundred tons of angry similodon coming at you.

Edited 2011-08-14 19:44 (UTC)

Knight just saw the cultist teleport into the air. Darkwing spread out its wings for him to begin to fly after him, but they didn't have the chance. The knives struck them hard, sending a jolt of energy through Ren's body.

He shouted and staggered, just keeping himself from falling. That was a lot more than his defenses were capable of. Luckily, Mikku arrived in time for him to put a little distance between himself and the cultist.

Still, the Similodon Dopant?

"What the hell?"

The moment that Knight had been attacked, Hoshi sent what seemed to be a flurry of icicles and snow at the cultist. And then, she turned to her comrade and pointed her sword at him.

"Cura," she said, noticing Similodon and FangJoker.

...wait, what was Mikku doing here?

"He's not gonna spontaneously attack us, is he, Philip?"

The cultist hadn't been expecting that, so the massive beast managed to catch him off guard as he landed after striking Knight.

Sent flying from the blow, he rolled out of the way to prevent the creature from hitting him with another attack.

"He might not," the cultist grunted in pain, as he teleported yet again, this time behind Hoshi. "But I will."

With that, he brought his blades down for another strike, now aimed at Hoshi's back.

A boomerang hurled out to intercept the blades from the cultist as Mikku rounded for another turn, his speed borderlining on ridiculous. "Shoulder Fang," remarked Philip, FangJoker moving in after the thrown weapon to strike at the opponent.

Double's left eye blinks as Shoutarou sputters. "Philip, what--? Why is he using the Memory?!"

"I'll explain later," replied Philip as FangJoker pumped the tail twice and ejected the arm blade. "Right now, he's no danger to anyone but the opponent."

The spell washed over Knight and Darkwing, easily healing their injuries. Standing with renewed strength, Knight took out another card.

"Either way, we need whatever we can get."

His Visor transformed as he scanned his next card: [Survive] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9ijwMElLM0)

A gust of wind blew around, summoned by the card. As the wind battered some of the cultists, Knight's armor transformed into the stronger Survive form while Darkwing evolved into Darkraider.

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