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Merelisa Shaynore	After using Lala's pikmin-powered drill to break through most of the collapsed rubble, with Hisako taking care of the more delicate blockages, the way forwards is clear. The glowing green display on Lala's wrist pings at each intersection of tunnels, and Hikaru leads the group wherever the electronic blip guides them.     Along the way, a squadron of yellow pikmin hoisted up a miniature (still almost as large as Brawl) lantern, and Lala walks alongside it with an antenna extended down to touch to one of the pikmin sitting on the rim. A chain of them encircles the battery compartment, and the sparks of electricity from Lala transmit through them to make the lantern brightly enough to illuminate the whole cave. Little chips of quartz glitter in the stone walls, every long stretch of tunnel fades into impenetrable darkness some distance ahead of the light, and unnervingly, instead of the clean smell of deep, damp earth, the cave smells faintly like ozone and gasoline.     With Lala proudly toting her pikmin and Yuma getting ever-closer, the girls are in high spirits, and chatter the whole way there, making the cave seem even more cozy than the lantern and company would already make it. Hikaru pesters Brawl-- "Humans can eat that too?! Galacticoooooool~ I wanna try one! Like Miss Nue did!"-- and Lala shows off a pikmin that grew a flower on its sprout to Rita-- "I wonder if that happens when they eat the food they like the most, lun."-- and soon enough, the cave starts to widen up again. The blip tells Hikaru and Lala that Yuma is right up ahead, and so they both take off excitedly into the cavern, running ahead of where the light reaches and vanishing.     The air shifts even before the pikmin totter behind to illuminate the chamber, lantern atop their many hands, when Hikaru's distressed shout "No--!!" echoes back. The glow of the bulb barely reaches the far end of the final chamber, with just dim glimmers of crystals peeking through the shadows, and standing in the center, in front of the two precures, is--     A huge pile of treasure and junk; rusty old can lids thrown in with supersized jewelry and electronics. On top of it sits a woman with red skin and crimson slicked-back hair, with tall black platform boots, black gloves, and a black mask with a long nose. In one hand, she holds a petaled fan that she arrogantly waves at herself. In the other, she holds a yellow alien, with a glowing green symbol on its face of clear distress, tri-pointed teardrops of light emitting from the corners of its head over a distraught midi warbling. "Yuma!! It'll be okay, lun, we're here!" "Let *go* of her, Tenjou!"     "My, my, you mean the Star Drop? And why should I? After all my *hard* work in finally retrieving it for Lady Mujinko?" Tenjou lightly shakes Yuma by the neck, resulting in a redoubling of the synthesized crying. She folds her legs over one another, lounging on the pile of gold and metal.     "No, no, I think not. A handout like that, and you Precures might lose your adorable fighting spirits~ Speaking of which, it really was *so* kind of you to do all the work of leading your little friends here for me."
Merelisa Shaynore	Tenjou whips her fan up with a thwap in the air, and the ground starts to rumble again. Rather than a cave-in, the shaking can easily be traced to the treasure hoard, and soon trinkets roll off of it like an avalanche as something within it lifts Tenjou high up into the cavern, pulling her and Yuma far out of reach as massive insectoid legs fold out and scrape their iron-hard exoskeleton against the rock.     A huge spiderlike beast with segmented legs and pincer arms hanging from the core of its body lurches up, sending junk clattering across the chamber. Clutched tight to its body by its pincer arms and mandibles are actual, supersized weapons, like a flamethrower held precariously by one pincer and an unstable electric generator on its back.     Sitting high atop its core, Tenjou cackles gleefully over Yuma's cries and the Precures shock. "Now I have the chance to eliminate you all at once! Nottraiders, come! Do as your mistress commands!"     Black hole portals warp into existence all around the chamber, overlapping with teeth-rattling bass swells. Grey-suited-and-masked Nottraiders pile out, assembling into formation on either side of the spider-thing. Hikaru helps pull Lala up from where a giant coin bowled her over, and then they stand to each other's sides and raise their pens in unison.     ""Star Color Pendant! Color Charge!"     Pink and teal light flashes, drawn out in ribbons spilling from their pens, and they coil the light around themselves to form their costumes in matched formation.     "The twinkling star that shines throughout the universe, Cure Star!"     "The Milky Way stretching across the heavens, Cure Milky!"         ""Star Twinkle ¤ Precure!""
Futaba Nuki	For once, Futaba isn't in her big weird orange pikmin form! No, she's actually recognizable as the ninja-costumed Futaba, complete with fully-sized arms and legs and a pouch full of dreams or whatever the heck she keeps in there. She wants to really get a good look at what else is in the cavern, after all, and that means she needs her regular eyes to properly see it all. The temptation to turn her arms into drills is certainly strong, but... No, she's more than content to play supporter to the girls on request rather than charging ahead in their stead. It's adorable to see, after all, even with the smell of gasoline slowly hitting her. "Whoa. That's a new sound. Is that-" She starts, then laughs and gives chase as the girls go after what's presumably signs of Yuma. "Easy now! There might still be some jumps or walls to punch through first!" She warns with another laugh, but that laughter stops once she hears that more distressed noise from Hikaru. The source of that comes into view, and Futaba stares at Tenjou with a slow narrowing of the eyes. "Hey, hey. You ain't gonna just start a fight with us without tellin' us who this Mujinko is, are you? I get that she's your boss, but is she... Like. THE boss, or A boss?" She calls out, sliding several kunai out of her pouch and fanning them out between her fingers before mimicking that fan thwap in her own hand (albeit a lot more steel clankily). "And what's this about bringing us here? Did you have some kind of-" A pause, and Futaba sweeps her free hand forwards while standing tall in the most ninja-like way she can. "-dastardly plan to capture us?" She looks up, and there's a massive armed spider coming down! Futaba furrows her brow for several moments as she looks from the spider to the black hole portals, eventually nodding slowly and flinging the kunai into the air casually. "Brought some friends with you, eh? Alright... Then I hope you don't mind us getting a few extra-" Futaba claps her hands together, runs through multiple ninja-hand seals, and then she grows an extra foot in height as her limbs split into a whole mess of octopus-like appendages. Each of those tentacles is holding a kunai that she hurls out at the newly arrived Nottraiders, but there's no actual hands to- "-hands of our own!" actually make the wordplay land.
Echolalia	Echolalia's kind of hoping that the adventure will ease up a little today just because she's worrying about Yuma. What if Yuma's really freaking out right now or something? It has been a ''while'' since they first ended up on this planet after all and she really really wants the Precures' mission to be a success! UNFORTUNATELY "H..hey! Uncool! Yuma's really freaking out...!" Echolalia says. "Let go of her...!" UNFORTUNATELY, Echolalia saying 'Let go of her...!' is probably not going to land any harder than the Precures that's two unfortunatelys right now and Echolalia is worrying about a third Unfortunately hitting any moment now. "Why are you even doing this?? Are you trying to reassure that uh... that... Lady...?? Mujinko??? Too????" There's a rumbling and soon... the third Unfortunately hits. Because UNFORTUNATELYE there's now a giant spider too! Spideresque. Enoguh of a spider that Echolalia says, "That's uncool too! Some people are arachnophobes! Not me though, I'm not afraid of nothing!" She did admit to Fae she got scared three times before but magical girl harassers don't need to know about those times. She extends her hand (for emphasis) and the earth juts up to grab at the spidercreature's legs and hold it still!
Corona Arclite	Even since the previous appearance of the Nottraiders and their attempt at a trap Corona's paranoia has been on high alert. The bombastic idiot gloating and a half-assed attempt at stopping them felt more like a tactic at stalling than an actual trap. If the goons had wanted to really stop them they wouldn't of dipped as soon as they were fired at. Needless to say the space cowboy fox is utterly unsurprised when they arrive at the source of the distress signal to find another one of their big honchos already holed up in the place. And not only does she already have grimy mitts on Yuma, she's calling both her goon squad and one of the giant fauna to the party. A few steps back to avoid baubles falling off the 'trasure' pile, and Corona reachs up to adjust her stetson by the brim and lets out a soft sigh. "Welp. This is gonna complicate things a might bit." Fortunately while it's not quite monologuing levels the villainess does go into a length of gloating and taunting, which gives Corona a chance to do some quick thinking. The alien creepy crawly has been fitted with a few weapons as well. That generator on the back of it's shell is an obvious target, but also difficult to get at. Flanked on both sides by formations of the Nottraider goon squads. So the odds were... honestly about 50/50, with the bitch atop the armored bugger being a considerable threat but the rest of her crew mostly had just numbers on their side. Though being underground she doesn't want to go too heavy on the explosives so some means of dealing with large groups aren't prime options for now. In the end it all boils down to the large number of threats becoming present gives her 'properly paranoid' another kick and Corona is in no mood to wait for Tenjou to finish her bad girl talking. One swift gunslinger snap of her arm and she's drawn one of her handguns, holding it out as she does a last few calculations, and pulls the trigger. Several shots ring out of the modified weapon. But rather than straight shoot Nottraiders one-for-one the trick shot sets the bullets ricoceting off their targets, off rocks, and zinging at different angles through the goon squads to hit as many as possible with a few shots before they can actually get on the offensive.
Hiromi	Tenjou lightly shakes Yuma by the neck, resulting in a redoubling of the synthesized crying.     "So, that's what a star-child looks like."     WIth the return of the N-faced combatants, Hisako says, "They're back!" Her questions return in the same moment, having once more become relevant. "But... are they people, or constructions, or familiars, or...? Do they have eyes under their... hoods?"     Hisako swings her bow out from her back, setting the tip farther from its wrapped grip against stone, and reversing its curve in the same motion as she pull the string to the opposite end. It takes a few moments of balancing the weapon against her shoulder for Hisako to look into her dwindling supply of ofuda. "A spider--it isn't? Stone spikes... won't help if it climbs up them. Um, what do I have left..." Finding one, "One tracker... Lilian, does your magic work with talismans...?"     With a twist, the wolf-miko ties the talisman to an arrow shaft, slides one foot back to present a narrow profile, then bends her forward knee while pulling back the string. The smooth ease of the pull belies the harsh tension in the limbs. Maximum draw is held for only the barest moment before she releases it with a whip-crack, sending that single arrow to meet the forward-most of the monster's core parts. (She's not sure whether to think of it as having a head.)     It won't do much damage on its own. It won't actually help her that much, either. But sticking that talisman would, for anyone with a compatible style of magic with hers, make it easy to home shots and curses in on where it had landed. It'd help her a lot more if she still had the supplies for that, but it's been a busy few weeks.
Sarracenia	It is pretty hard to be in bad spirits when around Hikaru and Lala when they are getting along, and Sarracenia finds herself smiling more than she has in quite a while as she watches and listens to them. While she does have friends now, she did not have an actual friend when she was around these girls' ages and she is a bit wistful as she imagines what it would have been like to have someone she could have been as carefree and innocent with. If she was even capable of such a thing at that time.      As the subject of robot food comes up, Sarra joins in. "I would also like to try it if it really is safe. I quite like trying new and unusual foods." she says as she pulls out her phone to take a picture of Lala's flowering pikmin. As the girls and Futaba take off, Sarra cannot help getting caught up in the excitement and running after them!      She comes to a stop with a worried frown when the Yuma is revealed to be in the clutches of a villain. A villain...with a junk mecha or something. That should be fun to smash! Sarra can't help a slight smirk. "You have about as much sense as that last guy. What was his name? Capper? You should really do yourself a favor and let Yuma go right now. If you do that, we may just let you go!"      With Echolalia holding the legs still, Sarra goes into a graceful spin with her hammer. Her jress's skirt billows outward elegantly as she gains speed, and like some kind of battle top she starts smashing against the legs to try and knock that spiderbot down to size.
Combaticon	For pretty much the entire trip through the cavernous maze, Brawl couldn't be happier. She likes to be Useful, and in lieu of blasting something to bits, Lift Heavy Thing is one of the only other things she'll cop to being really good at. So she's doing as much if not more of the heavy lifting regarding the drill than the pikmin-- and even carrying pikmin herself while they power the device itself. > "Humans can eat that too?! Galacticoooooool~ I wanna try one! Like Miss Nue did!"     "Oh, yeah, sure," Brawl shifts the giant drill to one shoulder and rummages in her chest compartment again, eventually giving Hikaru one of the little cubes that Natsuki had returned to her, "I kinda like these ones. Good flavor." It feels like a crystal, or maybe rock candy without being sticky. It's flavor profile is-- nonexistent. But it's energizing! In the nonsugary way. If Cybertronians expect to sell this to organics, they should probably find a way to give it a flavor profile organics can perceive.     It's when the way forward seems mostly clear and the two mahou dash forward that Brawl feels like her role has ended, though she's still carrying the bloody thing on her shoulder as she catches up to witness the magnificent Tenjou and her well-choreographed minions, the imperiled Yuma, and of course the staggering appearance of the spidery Dweevil. > "Now I have the chance to eliminate you all at once! Nottraiders, come! Do as your mistress commands!"     "It's always that kind of thing with you Nottraider folks, ain't it?" Brawl hums thoughtfully. After a moment, her visor dims and she holds her free hand out in a shrug, "Suit yourself."     She leans back a bit, keeping her optics on the woman riding the beast's back. Her free hand reaches up, tapping at her faceplate in thought. There's a little series of computational bips from somewhere inside her when her posture changes, as if reaching a realization. The girls are transforming-- others are getting into position and making their moves.     Brawl flips treads down from the backs of her calves and uses them to charge forward across the cavern floor, still dragging the power drill. Once she's gotten to a reasonable point under the spider's colossal body, the burly Decepticon shifts her grip on it and rams the drill head straight up into its body from below.
Natsuki Nuki	Having tied her jacket around her waist, and her red bandanna ribbon from neck to back about her hair, Natsuki had turned her biker chic hiking fit into a festival-lifting work ensemble. Side-tied red T-shirt hangs askew over midriff and lazy spool of dark-scaled and 'sleeping' snake-headed tail about waist. There was no need for the attention of guile, no call to glare coldly at the back of a big drill, so the Nue's whole self did not. She's energized, despite the simplicity of the work, partially because of how it gives her a chance to act like lifting is light work for her compared to Futaba, and partially because of her Robot Box Lunch (literal) earlier of stealing a portion of Brawl's energon-cube 'lunch' as a snack when it was offered to her for inspection. She'd go down saying forever that she thought she was being offered a snack, but, she knew better at the same time. She just *wasn't* better. 'Galacticoooooool~ I wanna try one! Like Miss Nue did!' Birdsong flutterings of laughter follow the Precure bothering the Combaticon, Natsuki stretching out her rolled-sleeved arms and doing more flexing than kink-working-out of bones. "Hey, I bet it'd make a mean hard candy. Do they break down to gumball size?" Natsuki asks, interest lifting the masked-impression rings about eyes and white brows. "Maybe it'll be a real hit, and people will go find that stuff for you, yeah?" She wonders, dreaming for a moment about a growing empire of energon and most likely massively retreading several other plans of a highly developed and explored universe before shaking out of her thoughtfully amused reverie with-- The entrance to the final chamber, party spread out in the entrance, and above, Tenjou holding the crying chime-baby of palpably immense value, power, and light to Natsuki's more esoteric senses. She can taste the raw, glittering-gold potential held inside the star-child, and in a flash understands both exactly why Hikaru and Lala would fight so genuinely to defend the creature, and in sympathy to Tenjou and Eyewon and all the other Nottrei: a deep and hungry desire to have Yuma for herself. Red eyes wide, reflecting the golden starglint high above even while the pile of worthless gold and treasures tumble free of the arachnid threat, her tail awakens about her waist and unravels from its tied-jacket perch to glare about at the Nottraider horde forming up to either side. "With all of us here, little fan girl, you think that bright treasure in your hand is as good as 'finally retrieved'?" Natsuki calls up, birdsong sweet and chirping. While she does, the laughter-whistle code draws up a looming gang horde of angry eyebrow'ed red Pikmin, allowing the chimera woman to finish her sweet challenge moving from entreating palm to pointing down towards the ground and sneering up. "Haah?!" From sweet honey to sharp acid and spice, her tone drops to disappointed punk-clipped. "You're gonna be calling someone *else* mistress when I'm done!" Natsuki threatens, reaching back to grab an aggressive lead Pikmin, who is in turn grabbed by a whole chain of other dingus plant warriors, and swings the plant aggressor linkage like a chain whip into the flamethrower side Nottraiders, the flailing-leafed and budded reds switching to attached thwacking and simple wave tactics to defeat the taller putties! Natsuki bowls in after the Pikmin, looking up at Futaba's brace of limbs. "Which *hands*?!" She complains, ducking spider limbs to manage her little melee of goons around the danger.
Merelisa Shaynore	"Oh, yeah, sure," Earlier,     "Woah... lunaradical! It's more alien food!" Hikaru double-handedly pops the energon into her mouth immediately, muffled by munching as she keeps talking. "Faank you!"     After swallowing, with nods of appraisal, "Mhm! It's a lot like the cosmo gummies! Even though they're for robots! Maybe they're made of the same stuff."     Hikaru Hoshina has consumed Alien Gasoline!
Rita Ma	Cure Glow (that's Rita, if you're just catching up!) has a red pikmin cradled under her arm like a football. It goes with her outfit pretty well, actually. "Oh, maybe," she says to Lala, craning her neck to peer at the flowering one. "What'd he eat? Did you see?"      'He', not 'it', just while talking to her.      When the two of them jet off, Cure Glow hustles to follow, just behind-and-between when Tenjou comes into view. That's Yuma?! It's so cute...! Her legs tense like she's going to spring into violent action, but then she remembers- right, it's the Precure thing to do to banter a little.      "Their 'fighting spirit'? These girls wouldn't have to fight if not for terrible people like you!" There. Whew. Wait, isn't she forgetting something else too?      "The twinkling star that shines throughout the universe, Cure Star!"      "The Milky Way stretching across the heavens, Cure Milky!"      Right. And a costume, too. How many frills did she mean to have? White or pink? Oh gosh, she came up with something weeks ago, but now it's totally fled her brain...      "A-- a soft light in the darkness!" she says, while desperately eyeing the transformations of the girls in front of her. Right, no, she can do this.      A perfect pen of calcified flesh taps a pendant made of the same. Inkwelled like that, she does a little pirouette that trails a tendril imitating glowy ink behind its tip, sketch-wrapping herself in its spiral from the shoes up. The brightness washes out the details.      She's left striking a pose in a poofy, delicate blue-and-white-gradient knee-length dress, with matching grid-patterned armsleeves and stockings (hands uncovered!). The patterns on it are... eclectically spontaneous, but the colors work enough to smooth it over. "Cure Glow!!"      It's perfect, except for the total absence of sparkly-gleaming magical SFX. A soft squelchy-slurping took their place.      . . .      That was awful. They're going to find out. I've already given it away. I bet everyone's staring at me. I should- I should--      Shwaa. Cure Glow smoothly disappears. A little dust-cloud is left behind. A tenth of a second later, there's the whip-crack of her throwing a flying-leap-snapkick at Tenjou's mask. Mid-followthrough, there's enough hangtime for an anguished: "Aren't those girls already going through enough??"
Lilian Rook	'Was that a magic incantation?! A whole spell you cast? Like, with occult stuff? Twiiincoooooool~!!!'     "Um."     Lilian locks up, first in the protoform predecessor to embarassment, then from not actually being certain how to answer the question.     "Well, yes it was magic, but--"     But what? The words mean something else? Then she has to explain what they mean, and that's an entire college course of material. Isn't it technically 'occult' as well? Not even just by this world's standards too.     "--I suppose it was with, as in, alongside--"     'I only do stuff like, 'Star Punch!', kablow, or 'Star Impact', boooom, or like that! I read a lot of occultism books when I was younger but none of them worked!'     "Well it's not like-- I don't--"     Lilian briefly dissociates. Her own voice echoes through her mind.     'Cleasa Iontach ~ Taoide Fáinne Fí!'             'Cleasa o'Skye ~ Stailc Gearradh Sgàil!'                 'Cleasanna Lilí Dubha ~ Lann Réalta Reathata!'     ". . . I improvised a little." Lilian says, wilting.     Oh thank god there's another-- Oh no! There's another villain! The Nottraider was right there the whole time?!     'My, my, you mean the Star Drop?'     "You mean Yuma, don't you?" says Lilian, stancing up in the rest of the lineup, taking her pose and tilting up her chin. "If it's up to hard work to decide who should have Yuma, then these girls have worked harder to get them back than all of you put together." Lilian distantly thinks about getting a fan herself. "Your efforts would have been better spent splitting us up. Then you'd have had more of a chance. Thinking only about convenience is why you haven't managed to defeat them at all."     ''Star Color Pendant! Color Charge!''     Feeling embarrassed that she had just a moment where she wished she could improv act like Rita will come later; as will the nagging questions as to the monster's weaponry. Hisako's direct callout is all that's needed to put her back into a working mindset, and with Yuma in sight, Lilian abandons her previous plan to save her magic for 'rescue teleportation' and summons up the previous spells while the contours of space are still warm on her fingers.     Interlocking black-gold folds in on itself and spins up to white hot charge, then Lilian aims it in the direction of the giant spider and begins firing. Crackling splinters of coruscating tracery sliver off the array and become razor thin lines of energy, streaking into the cave along initially perfect lines, then sharply bend away from the walls and spiral in towards Hisako's talisman, like--     §Oh come onnnnnn.§
Merelisa Shaynore	"Hey, hey. You ain't gonna just start a fight with us without tellin' us who this Mujinko is, are you?"     "Oho, are you *asking*, little thing? Next time, you'd be better off adding a 'please'~ but I'm in a good mood, and there's no one better suited to answering that than me."     Tenjou leans forwards to look down at Futaba from atop the spider thing. She lays her fan to her mouth and closes her eyes, placid despite Yuma's squealing and the fight raging on around her, until a ragged, painful-sounding cough breaks through her concentration. She wipes a glove across her mouth, and smiles haughtily, yellow lipstick practically florescent in the dim light.     "Lady Mujinko, for you sheltered, incurious souls too self-centered to have ever earned her favor, is our ruler and our savior; the one whose might and love will uplift Nottrei from the desolate edges of the universe to make us like queens and gods to all the Starscape Galaxy. Under her guidance, the Nottraider Empire's conquest of the galaxy is inevitable."     She caresses Yuma's 'cheek' with a finger, and the wobbly symbol on the Star Drop's face shies away from her touch. Yuma writhes and stretches to try and pry Tenjou's hand apart with her tendrils, to no avail. "_---¯¯¯¯_-¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯------!!!"     "All, all within our grasp, once these two obstacles are taken care of. The Star Drop in her grasp, and the Precures gone. For the sake of my Lady Mujinko, I will do that and more, so that the life she wants for us can be granted to her as well! Now, fall before the powers she's granted me!"     Tenjou's fan glows harsh black and orange, superheated streams of accreted gas in its wake when she flaps it back and forth. A wave of enhanced gravity blasts out, crushing Futaba, Echolalia, and Sarracenia hard against the ground. Gravity angles them to slide slowly across the ground to a center point together, and the suction peels off the earth encasing the creature's legs after Sarracenia's hammerblows made shockwaves big enough to crack it.     Cure Star and Cure Milky split to either side when a stream of flame comes out of the spider-thing's weapon straight at them. Star goes one direction, spinning up a magically enhanced punch to bowl her way through the Nottraiders being battered around by the kunai, pikmin-whip, and Corona's gunfire. She impacts the ground with a crash, straightens up, and blows on her fist like the muzzle of a gun, with little star-sparkles sweeping off.     "There's so many of them...! If it was just the two of us, we'd be done for!" Hikaru braces herself against the mini-singularity that lasts for a few seconds, hiding her face behind her forearm while swirling rock-chunks pelt against it. "And she's stronger than before, too! That Mujinko...!"
Merelisa Shaynore	"Hey!! Why do you have to do all this to Yuma! Why would you *want* her to grow up into a corrupted star?!"     Tenjou holds Yuma up, and her panicked glow illuminates the soaring ceiling to make the quartz fragments glitter like the night sky. "Artifice, Cure Star! Your worlds are already corrupted! With the Star Drop's power, Lady Mujinko will lay it all bare!"     The Nottraiders aren't particularly strong on their own, even though they have considerably higher resiliance and strength than a person. Their techniques mostly consist of overwhelming with sheer numbers, throwing punches and leaping kicks at the Elites, and Star fends off one with a star-shaped platform of magic before getting launched by another.     Meanwhile, a greatsword-like scalpel gripped in the spider's other hand sweeps across Lala, Rita, and Lilian, as well as heading towards the pikmin holding up the lantern. Lala shrieks, then puffs up her cheeks and arcs teal electricity from the stars on the ends of her antennae, forming a heart-shaped "Milky Shield!!" over them, which the blade sparks off of. A bunch of the yellow pikmin run underfoot in the Nottraider horde, and Lala calls out "Milky Shock!" before conducting a web of lightning through all of them via the pikmin.     Cure Milky slides up to Cure Glow, her display-less hand upraised. "I think this is a bigger version of a bug we saw before, lun! AI called it a 'dweevil'! As far as I know, it's not intelligent, lun, it's just trying to protect its stuff! If we can disarm it, it'll leave us alone, lun!" "If it's up to hard work to decide who should have Yuma, then these girls have worked harder to get them back than all of you put together." "Aren't those girls already going through enough??"     "Ohohoho~ as if you magical children could possibly imagine how much the universe already owes us!" Hold on, is she including Lilian and Rita in that? They *are* only in their early 20's, after all. "Silly things like 'friendship' and 'protection' don't hold up in the real world, compared to cold, hard, *power*!"     The Titan dweevil shakes its massive body, scorches on its exoskeleton from where Hisako's talisman guided attacks to hit it, and its bulk throws Brawl away from its underside. The generator on its back starts to glow, and your hair stands on end just before electricity arcs out of it to blast the ground at random, searing Nottraiders just as often as it hits the Precures and Elites.
Corona Arclite	Being in the middle of many enemies, weak or not, was never a good position. So of course Corona is going to take action to avoid that situation, mainly by getting on the move. When some of the remaining Nottraiders try to surround her Corona waits for the first one to lunge at her to attack. At which she jumps, stomps on his head, and uses it as a vaulting point to get out of the center of their group. Then hip hopping across a few more of their heads like steeping stones. Something about nimble foxes jumping over lazy dogs. Not that the Nottraiders are technically dogs but they're being used like attack animals so it still counts. The downside to this maneuver is that Corona is now higher than most of the enemies around her, and we all know how electricity likes to strike higher targets and channel down. So she takes one of the arcs of lightning hard enough to throw her off her headstepping romp and hard into one of the walls of the cavern. She groans as she drops to the ground, but after a moment she huffs and pulls herself back to her feet. Picking up her hat as she does and repositioning it atop her head. Her gun is holsterd. So she can dip into her iventory arsenal and retrieve a much larger weapon. Large enough that she hefts it up onto her shoulder much like one would a rocket launcher. But rather than a rocket launcher as it powers up the front end opens up into a set of prongs that start to spin around. Arcs of energy crackle back and forth between them a bit, and then channel together at the center where a chunk of highly conductive pulsarium crystal is affixed. Energy churns and ripples in upon itself at that point to form a large spheroid of plasma. Corona takes aim at the generator that's trying to zap everyone, and fires the volatile orb of energy from the oversized weapon with a audible hiss-crackle-SNAP of ionizing air in it's wake.
Combaticon	The Dweevil's thrashing catches the power drill and slams it against Brawl's chestplate. The limb keeps moving, hoisting the bulky robot off her feet and tossing her. The drill itself clatters harmlessly somewhere too far away to bother chasing down right now. Tumbling, Brawl rights herself in midair and brings herself to a stop.     Oh. Depthcharge mentioned something about her being able to fly, too. > "Silly things like 'friendship' and 'protection' don't hold up in the real world, compared to cold, hard, *power*!"     "Heh!" Brawl brings her right hand up and forward, clenching her fingers into a fist, "Spoken like a true Decepticon-- a few hundred stellar cycles out of date!" She draws that fist up, then swipes it to the side while spreading her fingers out, "Power's great, don't get me wrong, but combine it with those other things an' see what you get!"     Her body splits open and unfurls, head and hands tucking away as she contorts and expands midair into a full-sized quad-tread tank that promptly drops out of the air like several tons of metal. It's enough to shake the cavern on impact and scatter Nottraiders who'd rather not be squished under her weight. Threads wind up and drag the hull in a lazy arc; while a forward mounted pulse laser fires bursts of bright purple light into the surrounding toku goons.     The turret swivels independent of the hull, though, its twin cannons elevating until Brawl sights in on the huge generator on the Dweevil's back. As soon as she has the shot, she fires a pair of heavy energy bolts right at it. A heartbeat later, the coaxial pulse laser opens up, sweeping a second arc of small laser bolts towards Tenjou herself.     "If you need cover, use me! Promise my armor's as solid as neutronium!"
Echolalia	Echolalia says, "H-hey if you smash the legs I won't be able to hold the spider awww nuts." The 'aww nuts' comes when the earth shatters from the blows. She hopes those hammer hits did a number on the creature before she freed it and-- ''Hikaru has consumed Alien Gasoline!'' "That's edible???" She says, still shocked despite all the prior dialogue about it. She probably assumed it wasn't! It doesn't LOOK edible. They look like, well, they look like blocks! You know?? ''Too self-centered to have ever earned her favor.'' "Oh yeah?? I bet I could! I bet I could earn so much of her favor you don't even know! But I wouldn't do it by kidnapping baby stars and harassing precures, that's for sure! I'd run her a bubble bath or something not crazy!" Echolalia shouts back. ''It's just trying to protect its stuff! If we can disarm it, it'll leave us alone, lun!'' "Ah! That's good thinking, Cure Milky!"] Her hair crackles and pops as elecricity arcs about but GRAVITY is the mightiest weakest force in the universe! Echolalia is blown off her feet and goes colliding into a cavern wall. "Wehhhg.... What was ''that''...!" She stumbles into a standing position--that gravity burst really caught her off guard! Flying up, she throws a kick towards the flamethrower, trying to smash it apart--or at least damage it--with her foot!
Futaba Nuki	"Which *hands*?!" "These ones!" Futaba thrust her now-empty tentacles up into the air, waggling them around for emphasis at Natsuki and only then remembering that they're tentacles, not arms with hands on them. "... Right. Work in progress!" As she pulls those tentacles back to her sides to reshape the ends, Futaba's gaze shifts upwards towards Tenjou as the lady atop the big spider looks down at her. She's plenty patient for Tenjou's coming explanation, too, as it's also an opportunity to turns those tentacle-tips into proper hands, four of them resting on her hips while the others kind of awkwardly shuffle around until she's basically standing straight up with them. Even if she's an enemy, Futaba still has internalized rules about giving her opponents proper time to exposit, especially if it's about someone higher up in that hierarchy. She even closes her eyes in turn after a while, not even opening them when Tenjou coughs in that rough way. "So you've really got your eyes on the galaxy, huh...? Big dreams, and I can't blame ya for aimin' that high. Somethin' to do with landing in the stars even if you miss your shot, yeah?" Futaba nods slowly as two of her tentacle-hands cross over her chest, grimacing when Tenjou's crushing gravity threatens to flatten her to the ground. The ninja doesn't move from her spot, and it looks at first like she can't even if she wanted to as the ground cracks beneath her from dragging her towards the center, tentacles be damned. "... Then prove it. Prove Lady Mujinko's got the power to make that dream into reality! Because..." The tanuki's eyes flare open, and she raises one of the tentacles straight up before slamming it into the ground with a mighty enough crack to launch her into the air. "You're not dealing with just anybody out here! You've got plenty more conquerers and rulers than you can ever tie down!" She points at Cure Milky and Cure Star with her frontmost tentacle-hands, springing off the wall with the rest. "You've got Cure Star and Cure Milky right there, the youngest defenders of this galaxy with the track record of blastin' through who knows how many of your Nottraider buds already!" She points at Natsuki, then smacks herself on the chest while spinning in mid-fall towards Tenjou. "Natsuki and Futaba Nuki, the baddest defenders of Sotenbori that'll slip and smash through anything you try and throw at us!"
Futaba Nuki	She points at Rita, straightening herself out in mid-fall to stare right at Tenjou. "Cure Glow, the queen of the sea of stars that'll crunch anything you've got into paste!" She doesn't sound certain about which one, if any, of those statements are true, but she bellows it out nonetheless. She points at Lilian, speeding past Tenjou to slam into the spider-thing like an octopus getting slammed into a wall. "Lilian Rook, the godda-" Wait. Cure Milky and Cure Star are here. "-the teleportin' queen that can't be contained by any borders you throw her way!" If Lilian looks her way, she'll wink knowingly. A breath, and then she points at Sarracenia while coiling all those tentacles around two of the spider-thing's forelegs rapidly. "Sarracenia, hammer-blastin' princess with enough power to annihilate a mountain!" She points at Hisako, trying to rip whatever armaments off she can reach. "Hisako, prized student of /The/ Archwolf!" She's not really sure who The Archwolf is, but the title sounded really cool when Echolalia said it. She might be having a little trouble coming up with content here. She points at Echolalia, spinning herself around to the back of a foreleg to find a different angle. "Echolalia, dragon tree lord that ain't even got time to waste on so-called conquerers!" She points at Brawl, still going hard at trying to break anything she can grab. "Decept Icon, punchin'... Space robot and direct competitor to Lady Mujinko!" She's really grasping at straws here. Finally, she points at Corona, and she visibly struggles to come up with even an incorrect name. "... She's got guns and knows how to use 'em!" If Corona looks her way, she'll murmur a silent 'sorry!'.
Sarracenia	After seeing the galaxy-like attack Lilian used, Sarra is starting to wonder if Lilian actually is some sort of magical girl. Do magical girls have to have a transformation? Does Lilian have one and Sarra just never noticed? "...are you -suuuure- you are not some sort of magical girl?" Sarra asks on the heels of Hikaru's gushing about Lilian's spells.      Sarra's bouncing becomes sluggish as gravity increases and her hammer ends up burying itself in the ground as it becomes too heavy to keep outstretched like that, causing her to come to an abrupt halt. She mmphs and tugs on her hammer, only to stumble to a knee as the increased gravity pulls on her.      It shifts direction, and Sarra's eyes widen as she starts to slide. "Wh-what the...?!" For a moment she looks toward Lilian, wondering if Lilian is actually allied with the Nottraiders after all the gravity control in the hero simulation. She dismisses that idea after a moment though since Lilian seems quite fond of the girls.      Sarra is knocked out of her thoughts by being smashed into that center point with a large collection of rocks and her fellow adventurers. She yelps as she is crushed pretty severely and growls a bit as she works to get free. "Their worlds are corrupted? Even if that is true, your Lady Mujinko is probably the one that did it! We saw what that one-eyed girl did to the creatures of this world! Stop pretending your ruler is some benevolent creature cleansing the galaxy and just call her what she is! A villain trying to douse the light and goodness of the worlds!"      'H-hey if you smash the legs I won't be able to hold the spider awww nuts.'      Sarra mmphs softly. "...my apologies. I thought it would be a perfect moment to cripple it..." she says to Echolalia.      'I think this is a bigger version of a bug we saw before, lun! AI called it a 'dweevil'! As far as I know, it's not intelligent, lun, it's just trying to protect its stuff! If we can disarm it, it'll leave us alone, lun!'      Sarra pulls herself free and starts hopping between falling rocks, trying to make her way closer to Tenjou and the Dweevil. "Disarm it, hm?"      When she is close enough, Sarra pulls out a Bullet Bill power-up. "Time to show off a bit of my own Cure power!" She squeezes it and disappears in a large puff of white smoke.      And a shark-faced bullet the size of a small car comes flying out, propelled by a rocket booster! It barrels right toward the dweevil's flamethrower hand and when it hits it explodes powerfully...sending a trail of black smoke forward that reveals itself to be a spiraling Sarracenia! Though as she realizes she might have once again interfered with Echolalia she huffs before calling out, "We really need to work on our communication!"      Sarra uses the momentum to try and get an angle on that lightning generator, then goes into a somersault with her hammer. She also is jealous of Rita's ability to improve. Try as she might, Sarra can't think of an appropriate Cure transformation phrase or attack name in the heat of the moment. So, as she aims all that hammer's centripetal force at the generator all that comes out is, "Hyaaaaa!"      'Sarracenia, hammer-blastin' princess with enough power to annihilate a mountain!'      Sarra can't help a bit of a blush and a big grin at this. While she doesn't like the word brute...having someone think you can annihilate a mountain is pretty nice!
Rita Ma	Cure Glow is elegantly midair when the huge scalpel's swung at her. Without 'secret, un-Cure-like techniques', she has no way to maneuver. Her eyes widen.      I'm being selfish, part of her thinks, in the adrenaline-stretched quarter-second before impact. If Yuma gets hurt because I was too busy keeping up this silly lie, they'll hate me forever. They *should* hate me.      Her eyes slide back to Lilian and Lala. T minus one-eighth second. No. Wait. She said--      TING. 'Cure Glow' kicks the underside of the incoming huge blade, using that momentum to backflip-pivot her whole body narrowly underneath it.      She doesn't notice that the trailing hem of her blue-white skirt got cut, or that the 'cloth' is lightly bleeding.      "... compared to cold, hard, *power*!"      "Lun. Confirmed. We'll do it 'well enough' to rescue Yuma, because doing it 'best' would mean making my friends unhappy."      "I'm sorry, but we're 'good enough'," Cure Glow says as she twists back upright before landing. She's speaking to Tenjou, but her eyes and shaky smile are somewhere distant. "... Oh, great job protecting the pikmin, Lala! Are you alright?"      She settles into a rhythm of punching and kicking baddies alongside Lala, showing off a fluid and almost feral high-impact-pinballing style, but all the while a white glow builds up in her left hand like a lightbulb-capacitor. Eventually it's shining so brightly you can't make out the details of the skin, and she shuts one eye to line up a white-concussive-laser-beam--      --between its legs--      --off a silver coin in the pile behind it--      --and right at its weak back. Wait, that needs a name. "Ha! Glow Piercer!"
Hiromi	'Lady Mujinko, for you sheltered, incurious souls too self-centered to have ever earned her favor, is our ruler and our savior; the one whose might and love will uplift Nottrei from the desolate edges of the universe to make us like queens and gods to all the Starscape Galaxy. Under her guidance, the Nottraider Empire's conquest of the galaxy is inevitable.'     This sounds very familiar to Hisako. She frowns as she pulls out another three arrows, thinking on it.     'Your worlds are already corrupted! With the Star Drop's power, Lady Mujinko will lay it all bare!'     This sounds less familiar, but still a little so. She keeps thinking on it as she nocks an arrow, the other two hanging to the side, fletching between her fingers.'If we can disarm it, it'll leave us alone, lun!'     "Will it, even if it's been dominated?" That last word sounds a little iffy-translated, like it was something overly specific. Despite the doubt in her tone, Hisako still switches targets, releasing the string to send her next shot at the hand gripping the greatsword-scalpel. The next two are right behind it, and then she's dashing forward, not expecting too much in the way of results without knowing the anatomy of her prey. Given the strength of her bow, every snap in the air reverberating afterward, she could stand to be just a little more confident.     One hand shoved into the gauntlet hanging from her waist, Hisako pulls it up to shield her head. The interlocking bronze plates clank-clank in settling around her fingers and wrist. Dodging between the nottraider goons, kicking the ground to instantly change direction, she can't entirely avoid the electric blasts. With metal armor raised, being struck is likely inevitable, and yet -- when the blasts clear, she's merely singed.     Using the raised earth left by Echolalia as a step, Hisako springs up into the air, twisting around into a mid-air joint strike with her gauntleted fist to disarm the same hand she'd fired at earlier. She makes a three-point landing, and is already moving to avoid a counterattack, and just barely avoiding encirclement.     'Ohohoho~ as if you magical children could possibly imagine how much the universe already owes us!'     'Silly things like 'friendship' and 'protection' don't hold up in the real world, compared to cold, hard, *power*!'     "Isn't that strange? If you were already owed it, by strength, then shouldn't you already have it? Why are you still fighting for it? You can't be owed something before winning it. Are you talking about something else?" She is, in her own way, trying to sincerely engage with the idea. It's got some of what's familiar to her, but it isn't quite coming together.     "Wanting your people to thrive, to uncover the truth, to grow strong... I understand all of that, but... if you follow someone who doesn't believe in 'protection'... are you calling yourself expendable, too?"
Natsuki Nuki	In the Dweevil pit, a quarter-'transformed' Natsuki leads her little batallion of goons in a slightly pathetically choreographed encounter of dork on mook. Orange fur has overtaken the Japanese woman's already slightly fuzzy complexion, and her sleeve-straining enlarged arms sleeved again in gorilla hair and glove-dark spans of backhand and forearm, bounding between the slightly cartoonish choreography of the Nottraider' diving kicks with a clotheslining XL-arm swung in half-lariat to fold the summoned fighter and fling them. Her Pikmin fight just as ferociously, but with much more evenly-footed fighting tone to the tough Nottrei, making three-pikmin chains and swinging each other up into the grey alien N-guys. Scurring away like ants when dive kicks run right through their loose formations, punches and kicks and the waggling heads of Pikmin battle beneath the enormous Dweevil. And then, a mild disaster. Having fought near the fire end of the Dweevil, as the Nue knew that her Pikmin goons were largely flame-immune and vibed in the fire, the swift and arachnid scuttle turn of threatening thunder-casters draws up the tiger-eared head. "Oi oi oi!!" Natsuki demands, as if she can just 'hey! cut it out!!' at a giant evil spider and it will cede to her overpowering will. She is not magical in that particular way, beyond the natural charisma of very well-backed threats, and so instead she is visited by the corrupted thunderhead that *isn't* part of her legend. Whistle-chirping sharply, Natsuki's pikmin all *flee* her location into aggressive waving at the Nottrei while Natsuki herself becomes bigger and flashingly metallic. Like one of Sarracenia's metal cap powerups, Natsuki grows and shifts to a momentarily-drawing material and soaks a whole electrical assault directly through her lightning-rod bending self, not grounding the energy but gathering it up into two big armfuls of energy that rolls up and cables in her grip like white wire. "You think power is what's important? Hah??! Raw power?!! Teamwork is power! Protection is power! Did you fight me - us - yourself, or did you summon a team of your own!?" Struggling under the 'weight' of bearing down the thunder blast, Natsuki alleviates her struggles by hurling it back with both hands, directing the arcing blasts of electricity back towards the Dweevil to overload thunder-guns and render things safer for (her) Pikmin. "I'll--" '--the baddest defenders of Sotenbori that'll--' "No!"Natsuki complains, sharp and angry. "Don't introduce me with you! We're not a team! We don't do team things! That is NOT the power I'm talking about!!"
Lilian Rook	'Lady Mujinko, for you sheltered, incurious souls too self-centered to have ever earned her favor'     §Please tell me that isn't how Petra sounds talking about me.§     '_---¯¯¯¯_-¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯------!!!'     "Hey!" Lilian shouts out before thinking about it. "Are you too busy gloating, or are you just simple?! Can't you tell Yuma hates that?!" She starts to turn her magic on Tenjou, but it has no real effect on where the individual beams end up, homing in on the talisman still. "How does Mujinko feel about you being a greasy creep?!"     'Silly things like 'friendship' and 'protection' don't hold up in the real world, compared to cold, hard, *power*!'     Fuck. Lilian doesn't have a counter to that one. And she's not about to start getting into the mindset of dealing with a serious philosophical equal with someone whose archnemeses are--     "Children?!" Lilian coughs. "How old do you think I am?!"     Try as she might to stay in a battle of flashy magic zipping back and forth, however, the Titan Dweevil's attack on her registers on a level deeper and older than magical girls and the power of love. Lilian's array goes cold and cracks apart, left abandoned. The giant scalpel crashes against her sword, drawn and braced across her palm and inner arm, clad in armour, unable to react being suddenly attacked by a freakish giant monster in any other way. Her heels spark against the cave floor, cutting trails of harsh light in the dark, shortly extinguished by the black wash of her flight magic cutting--     'Lilian Rook, the godda- -the teleportin' queen that can't be contained by any borders you throw her way!'     "Huh?!" Lilian stops the blade just in time to stare sidelong at Futaba. "What is that supposed to mean?!" slips between her teeth, before she breathes deeply, plants her center of gravity, and turns the sword over in her hands and across her arm and throws the Titan Dweevil's blade away.     She meets the first Nottraider with a pommel blow that shakes the earth through his head, then the next with a back elbow to the chest, then turns towards him and follows through with the flat edge of her sword, and advances in to stop a punch short with her shoulder, grabbing the outstretched arm and hurling them into the path of a flying kick, and finally blinking out of the surging dogpile closing in around her.     '...are you -suuuure- you are not some sort of magical girl?'     "What?!"     'Wh-what the...?!'     "Don't look at me you witch!"     Lilian vanishes ahead of a blast of electricity, then rapidly skips between the crawling cluster of the rest, adjusting herself faster and faster between the erratic beams as she gets closer and closer, and then launches herself upward towards--     Lilian's hands are around Yuma, her heel planted against Tenjou's shoulder, and she pulls with one and pushes with the other at maximum strength just as the Cure Piercer strikes the Weevil beneath.
Merelisa Shaynore	"Power's great, don't get me wrong, but combine it with those other things an' see what you get!"     Tenjou doesn't display the acrobatics that even Eyewon did when the other dark generals were fired at, instead just ducking on the Titan Dweevil's back when Corona's energy blast and Brawl's cannon shot hurtle towards the generator. The followup shots towards her are blocked by suited-up Nottraiders leaping and crossing in front of her with their arms out and a defiant cry of ""Nottrei--!!"", sending them flying instead. A swoosh of her fan blows the lingering smoke away, and she luxuriates with an unhurried stretch before talking, as if sparks aren't erratically shooting out of the generator behind her, and two of her goons didn't just get catapulted.     "An *adorable* declaration, but one that comes far too late. What you get is simple: taken advantage of! I'm *quite* comfortable without all that mushy stuff, thank you~" "A villain trying to douse the light and goodness of the worlds!"     "Oh? Do you expect Nottrei to continue to languish in the dark, too petrified by the chance of being seen as *rude* and *villainous* to flourish? I'm rather done with that~ and so are the rest of us. There's only a finite amount of that 'light' in the universe, and soon, it'll *all* be focused on us!"     The Titan Dweevil takes a step forwards and stumbles on a cracked leg, letting Echo and Sarracenia's kick and hammer smash it. A gout of hot gas shoots out, and now each time the dweevil uses the flamethrower to try and burn all the enemies swarming it, the old-looking weapon seems to get closer to some critical meltdown threshold. The Nottreis aren't exactly spared by the fire either-- it can't seem to tell or care, and Tenjou alone is safe by sitting on top. "Isn't that strange? If you were already owed it, by strength, then shouldn't you already have it? Why are you still fighting for it?"     "It's simple, little wolfgirl." Tenjou's grip around Yuma's neck tightens, and her squealing reaches a piercing pitch. Tenjou winces, then coughs again, and her grip slackens slightly so that Yuma isn't thrashing around as desperately. "When I say 'corruption', that's what I mean. The universe all joining hands and singing their happy songs of unity and fairness, while spitting on Nottrei and kicking away the products of all our hard work. We have to fight against *all* of them, and reclaim our *debt*!" "I'd run her a bubble bath or something not crazy!" "but... if you follow someone who doesn't believe in 'protection'... are you calling yourself expendable, too?"     "*Comfort* is for servants. I'm indispensible to Lady Mujinko, because I'll bring her *victory*! My results will speak for themselves, no matter how many of you little brats get in the way!"
Merelisa Shaynore	"... Oh, great job protecting the pikmin, Lala! Are you alright?"     "Lun! I'm good at making shields!" She might have interpreted that as 'are you alright enough at the job of protecting the pikmin'. "I'll protect you too, Glow, lun! Star! Milky Shield!"     A spark of electricity leaps out of the generator towards Rita, but slides off of a magical teal heart to explode a group of Nottraiders instead. Hikaru decks a Nottraider while another one bounces helplessly off another shield, and then wheels around and kicks them flying into a wall. Momentarily cleared, she holds her hands up above her head while a ball of pink light forms.     "Precure! Staaaaaaaar Impact!"     Cure Star slams the ball of energy into the ground and it expands to surround her and then explodes outwards, sending Nottraiders scattering. "You're not dealing with just anybody out here! You've got plenty more conquerers and rulers than you can ever tie down!" "Did you fight me - us - yourself, or did you summon a team of your own!?"     Tenjou watches Futaba introduce everyone with fingers splayed across her cheek, almost fondly. When she's done, she titters, and once the Titan Dweevil is done taking a series of scalpel-stabs at Futaba and Natsuki, calls back with a smile on her yellow lips.     "My, what an impressive group you've brought here~ even a *third* Precure. But don't think to compare us, sweet defenders of Sotenbori. You might have numbers, but mine are here to *serve* me, not bicker and argue with each other."     Hikaru and Lala finish a series of attacks that bring them back adjacent to each other near the middle of the chamber, Hikaru sliding to a stop on a star-magic platform. Shoulder to shoulder, taking a moment to recharge their magic while Natsuki's army and the residual zaps of Lala's pikmin occupy the Nottraiders, Hikaru says aside, "Miss Futaba's introductions were really twincool. Should we have done introductions?" "But we do when we transform, lun. So they've always known our names." "Right... but they don't know Tenjou, though!" "Lun! You're right!"     Lala turns and cups her hands around her mouth, fundamentally missing the point of Futaba's rolecall and also being about ten minutes late. "Tenjou is one of the leaders of the Nottraiders, lun! She's not very good at fighting by herself, but she has a magic fan, and lots of Nottraiders always fight with her! Thank you for listening, lun!" "Ahaha, why'd you thank them for that?" "Well, *sorry*, lun. Maybe being in a battle is distracting me, hmph." "Noo~ooo, I didn't mean it as mean! It's a Lala thing to do and Lala is cu~ute!!"
Merelisa Shaynore	"Are you too busy gloating, or are you just simple?! Can't you tell Yuma hates that?!"     Tenjou ruffles the tufts on top of Yuma's head with a smile, while the Titan Dweevil flails under all of the Elites' attacks. "Isn't it unfair~? That this cute little being would have so much power, just because of the way it is? If it's exposed to enough despair, fear, hopelessness; this thing will become a weapon of destruction beyond anything the Starscape Alliance could possibly dream of, and Lady Mujinko will turn it towards making the galaxy ours. What it *wants* is... well, I can't say it's meaningless~ doing the opposite is the only way to make it useful to us, after all!"     Her smugness is momentarily wiped away when the dual impacts of Natsuki's stored power and Rita's stored power hit the generator and finally destroy it, ending the electric storm around the cavern. The broken generator falls to the ground, and the Titan Dweevil doesn't do anything to replace it, instead continuing to kick its legs around and swing the scalpel back and forth.     Lala joins in on the decisive disarming, and she tries to whistle (and only manages a pbbbtth before resorting to Lilian's whistle around her neck, which oddly stayed while transforming) and then scoops up an armful of yellow pikmin. With intense concentration, she hurls several of them at the flamethrower, zaps a superpowered teal bolt through the chain of them, and when the flamethrower is about to burst, she shouts "Milky Bubble!" and all the pikmin that would get exploded in the ensuing blast instead get encased in multicolored glowing hearts, slowing drifting up to placidly bounce against the ceiling.     Meanwhile, Tenjou is engaged in a losing fight against Lilian. She doesn't even stand up to try and get more leverage for keeping hold of Yuma, though given how hard it is to keep footing on the shuddering Titan Dweevil, that might be a good choice. She's *far* weaker than Lilian, though, so it's only a matter of time before Yuma's flailing attempts to escape, and Lilian's tugging, would get her loose, if not for the mostly-disarmed Titan Dweevil's last weapon.     A spray canister of what looks like pesticide, sized up with caution symbols plastered all over it like it's a nuclear bomb. A pincer starts spritzing it, and poisonous gas floods the chamber, with an ever-shrinking bubble of air above the rising cloud.
Hiromi	'Teamwork is power! Protection is power!'     Hisako's head bobs with a mn. "She's right."     'Don't introduce me with you! We're not a team! We don't do team things!'     '...mine are here to *serve* me, not bicker and argue with each other.'     The affirmative sound is the same, but there's less enthusiasm behind it.     'The universe all joining hands and singing their happy songs of unity and fairness, while spitting on Nottrei and kicking away the products of all our hard work.'     "It isn't fair... unless you do the work, yourself, to make it fair. That might be right."     'I'm indispensible to Lady Mujinko, because I'll bring her *victory*!'     "If you don't, will you get thrown away? That's scary."     ...and poisonous gas floods the chamber, with an ever-shrinking bubble of air above the rising cloud.     That's a problem. Even if she holds her breath, Hisako doesn't expect that whatever this mystery gas is, it'll be fine just to charge through it, and she isn't confident she could fight with a hand over her nose and her eyes squeezed shut. Immediately, the risk is judged too high.     It hadn't seemed useful before, but that was for attack purposes. When she puts down the last of her talismans, the spike of earth that shoots out of the cave floor does aim for the general vicinity of the dweevil, but hitting its underside isn't as important as providing something for Hisako to scamper up on all fours, her left gauntlet still at her waist and leaving one hand bare.     "I don't think I could handle that, Ms. Tenjou." She has to stop moving to speak, or it feels like the words will get lost in the wind. She gathers herself, then makes the leap from pillar's top to dweevil's back, grabbing onto the nearest limb with her right, vaulting her legs over, and resuming her scamper. Actually being on the thing spraying poison doesn't make her perfectly safe, either, even if she's higher, now.     "I can't tell you to stop, but--" Lilian's fighting to retrieve Yuma. Hisako slides in, pulling something out of a pouch on the side of her quiver. Her right gauntlet is like a shield, and her left springs forward with a thrust, her weapon hidden until the last moment, aimed for her heart, and following up with pushing the Nottraider's own hand over it.
Hiromi	It's a brochure, worn from passing through some number of pockets before someone cared enough to carefully fold it.         SO YOU'RE AT THE CUSP OF GALACTIC CONQUEST                     BUT WHO ARE THESE INTERLOPERS?     Whether your carefully laid plans are about to come to fruition, you're ready to show the world your overwhelming might, or you've finally arranged a date for your destined duel with your only nemesis worth caring about, an unexpected gate opening to the multiverse and spilling collections of strangers into your arena is understandably frustrating.     We've all been there.     Relief is only a paradigm shift away.     Small text at the bottom reads:         Product of the Concord Private Relations and Scouting Committee     Hisako does her best to ensure Tenjou takes it.
Echolalia	Echolalia frowns. She doesn't like the way Tenjou is saying 'little wolfgirl', especially when she's squeezing Yuma so tightly like that! "Hang in there, Yuma...!" She says. Fortunately kicking and hammering something togeher works and Tenjou being safe from the flames is probably a good thing considering she's holding Yuma. Echolalia's mind wanders for a moment. Yuma is a star, though, would fire even bother her? She probably should just err on the side of being cautious. HER Star is all grown up after all and can probably handle a lot more heat than Yuma can, right? She is disracted from thinking about that when the canister starts unleashing pesticide everywhere! Echolalia positions herself between the gas and the magical girls, figuring she can probably handle breathing in the toxic gas better than they can. Her face and head transform into a draconic maw that's a bit lobsided looking since she's onlys shifting into her draconic state for her head and breathes in as much of that toxic pesticide as she can so it doesn't engulf anyone else-- --but even then there's so much that she can ake in and her oversized head eventually tilts her body forward and she flops forward before exhaling a toxic spray right back at the Dweevil. Echolalia hiccups, burps, and says, "Scuse me...uggh..."
Corona Arclite	The true sign of villainy is when they're willing to resort to such dastardly methods as chemical warfare. Corona in her overly prepared gadgeteering comes prepared for these sort of situations, grabbing at her neckerchief with one hand and pulling it up over her muzzle, as it has filteration fibers woven into the material. Unfortunately it's not very heavy, and the intensity of the noxious gas doesn't take long to overpower the countermeasures. And at that point having stronger than human senses when it comes to the nose and mouth is more of a hinderance than anything. Plus it stings against what exposed fur and flesh it can find. Leaving Corona to slump to her knees in a fit of coughing and disorienting disgust. It probably would be even worse if it wasn't for the goggles at least keeping her eyes from getting all gunked up as well. The weapon she was using thuds heavily at her side as she loses grip on it, hands hitting the ground to barely catch herself. But catch herself she does, and keeps from completely collapsing. Teeth grit, with some slight cussing under her short breath, but true to her wild west-in-space roots Corona is too stubborn to just give up and go down easily. One arm bracing herself on the ground, the other fumbles a bit before reaching to her side and grabbing the other larger firearm holstered there. This one large enough to qualify as a handcannon even, being her take on a boltgun. As fingers clench around the grip mechanisms built into her gauntlet to help stabilize such a hefty weapon automatical engage at sensing it's weight, taking some of the strain off her weakened state. It's still a struggle coping with the toxic gas though, but Corona endures, takes aim and pulls the trigger. The weapon's retort is loud, hurtling what is essentially an armor-piercing incendiary round across the cavern. Aimed for the center of the Dweevil's mass so it's body takes the majority of the fiery detonary that is going to follow.
Combaticon	> "An *adorable* declaration, but one that comes far too late. What you get is simple: taken advantage of! I'm *quite* comfortable without all that mushy stuff, thank you~"     There is no possible way to have the mental model for how a tank could frown. Brawl manages it anyway, almost as if the hull itself turned upward slightly to cause the straight-across accent line to turn into an upward curve. "What, so you just gave up? That's a shame. Even an ol' warbot like me managed to make it work." > "Tenjou is one of the leaders of the Nottraiders, lun! She's not very good at fighting by herself..."     That's about as far as Lala gets into introducing the foe before Brawl is already making a new plan. She saw how Tenjou was guarded by her goons a moment ago, and now Lilian is acting as a solid demand for the Nottraider commander's attention. The tank swings around again and reverses from the Dweevil as horrendous green mist envelops it, obscuring even that large vehicle. From the cloud there's that telltale five-stage mechanized sound; and then an explosion.     In robot form, Brawl comes sailing out of the toxic mist, trailing streamers of the poison as she ascends in a parabolic arc. Smoke wisps from the ends of her back-mounted cannons, which are themselves aimed down and back. She's using the recoil as thrust, rather than relying on them as ranged weapons-- proven when she fires them again in midair in such a way that hurls the brawny robot right at Tenjou's seat atop the Dweevil. Thick metal fingers wrap into a beefy fist as big as an adult's torso, her arm hauling back while her free leading hand keeps the fingers spread out.     "That little creature wants to be with these organic friends of mine--" And as soon as she's in range, the obviously telegraphed mega-power punch is thrown, "--Can't let you take 'er!"
Futaba Nuki	"Teamwork is power!" "No! "Don't introduce me with you!" After all the hype-building to pump up her allies, hearing that from Natsuki gets Futaba to start cackling uproariously. "Hey, come on! We're all part of a huge team now! It's the part where we all do our sick finishers one right after the other!" She bellows out, clearly having a bit of mischievous fun at her sister's expense. She's not REALLY mad, right? She really hopes Natsuki isn't actually mad, anyway. This is supposed to be a cool bonding moment, after all. "Huh?!" "What is that supposed to mean?!" "You know! With the -" Futaba winks knowingly at Lilian again. "-teleporting! Even if Tenjou here throws up a wall right in front of you because she KNOWS she can't beat you, it won't do a dang thing!" She boasts with that eagerly pushy grin of hers, hanging off the side of the spider's leg momentarily to look back up at Tenjou with the sort of smirk that would only come from an overconfident idiot, especially when she sees that somewhat familiar expression crossing Tenjou's face. Even getting stabbed by a giant scalpel repeatedly doesn't throw Futaba off or stop her from smirking like the overeager fool that she is, although she does hiss and wrap herself around the stabs before long so she can mitigate some of the bleeding. "That is the difference, ain't it? You've got loads of loyal servants, sure, but nobody like us. Us bickerin' like this?" She sweeps a tentacle towards Natsuki and Lilian to indicate them specifically, recoils at getting stabbed again, then points at the Cures Milky and Star with a smaller arrow-shaped tentacle. "Getting into fights, even getting upset? That's what brought these girls closer together, what'll bring me and sis closer together, and that's how you know we've got the real bonds between us! Because we're willing to put all of ourselves out there instead of just playing it safe and going along with someone's high and mighty queen act!" Pausing in mid-thought as she sees the spray canister coming down, Futaba can recognize it for what it is: Concentrated poison! She might be able to survive it herself, but what about her si-no, Natsuki would be fine. What about her friends? Her allies? The precures? The pikmin? She can't just let them get hurt or die here. Drawing all of those tentacles back into herself, Futaba hisses painfully as she starts transforming with notable grunts of exertion, having to focus and inhale far more of the gas than she should be just to make sure she gets this form right. She shifts notably away from being anything even remotely person shaped, instead turning into a... White tower thing? It takes some doing since she's never really thought about the shape that hard before, but she's pretty sure there was that separated bit in the front, the controls up top, the vent on the other side... "You got anyone like that, Tenjou? Between you and those guys, or... Heck, even with Eyewon or Kappard or your queen?" Futaba asks without a visible mouth as her voice comes out from the top of a relatively large but otherwise normal-looking air purifier, covered in a leafy design and bearing gold rings around each of the little ventilation circles in the front. "You got anyone you'd throw down with? Anyone you'd die for?" The Futabair purifier turns on, and she starts drawing that pesticide right in to try and clear the chamber of the harmful chemicals!
Sarracenia	'Don't look at me you witch!'      Sarra bristles! "I can look wherever I want to, you...you..." What is a good insult?! Hag? No that one is sure to get turned on her. Wait, if she insults Lilian with Hikaru and Lala be mad at her? Sarra mmphs. "...nevermind. The cute precures are around."      'There's only a finite amount of that 'light' in the universe, and soon, it'll *all* be focused on us!'      "Do not be ridiculous! There is plenty of light to go around! The only reason it has any limits at all is because people like your dreadful queen try to contain it!" Sarracenia exclaims. "Why would you be forced to exist in the dark just because other people could enjoy the light? That makes no sense! Unless your so called benevolent queen has been withholding the light from you to keep for herself!"      The spraycan is pulled out, and Sarra's eyes widen. Being on top of the dweevil helps to avoid most of it, but soon it could catch up! Disarming is still one of the goals though, so Sarra grips her hammer and the familiar prismatic glow starts to flow off the hammer. It infuses Sarra, and she is soon hammering away. First at the spray can, then at the scalpel, then at whatever else she can knock off of the creature.
Rita Ma	"Lala is cute," Cure Glow affirms, and then determined-brow fist-pumps at Natsuki after their accidental combo- a silent 'good job!' between, temporarily, mutual coolgirls.      "My, what an impressive group you've brought here~ even a *third* Precure."      Who? Lilian? Oh, right. Rita sheepishly glances down at herself. Precure-passing . . .      In the lull between attacks, while Lala's protecting her- something Rita makes sure to dispense a firm thumbs-up and determined-proud look for- she takes the chance to emotionally banter back again. (She's learning!)      "The poor stealing from the rich is one thing," Cure Glow shouts at Tenjou after a hand-to-heart pang of uncertainty (wait, *are* we punching down?), "but this is just trying to make everyone else suffer like you suffered! If you wanted light, you'd take Yuma home and be kind to her! But I don't want a world where anybody's shut out in the dark! Can't you hope for that too?!"      Gggggoddddd someone's probably yelled that at her, haven't they? It's different. It's different!      "Do not be ridiculous! There is plenty of light to go around! The only reason it has any limits at all is because people like your dreadful queen try to contain it!"      It's definitely Rita Ma, and not Cure Glow, who side-eyes the feudal monarch who lives in a literal palace Like That.      The hiss of the pesticide can jolts Cure Glow out of her ruminations on structural injustice and artificial scarcity. "Uaaah! Cure Milky, can you shield against that?!" But she doesn't wait for an answer. With one arm, the third Precure gathers up all the yellow pikmin she can; she hooks the other around Lala's waist. "Hang on!!"      That this is a cavern with a roof works in her favor. Cure Glow sprints up the stone wall above the rising clouds of toxic vapor, then spirals into dashing on the ceiling. It's a vertigo-inducing ride- hopefully pikmin don't get dizzy. When the weight of two-people-and-several-pikmin overcomes her centrifugal momentum and peels her off the ceiling to plummet, she holds out her leg and crash-kicks into--      "Glow Safety On!!"      --the safety part of the pesticide bottle's nozzle. It clicks shut.
Natsuki Nuki	For a bright moment a waterfall of electricity flows the oppsite direction and Natsuki lets go of the bright charge up into the Dweevil. Selfishly, she might consider trying to drain the essence of the giant dark-charged demon star spider, but... She finds herself identifying with the dark-charged demon star spider a little bit too much once the flamethrowers are destroyed as well, and feels no strong urge to acquire such heights as Dark Double Dweevilcore. Currently. 'Oh? Do you expect Nottrei to continue to languish in the dark, too petrified by the chance of being seen as *rude* and *villainous* to flourish? I'm rather done with that~ and so are the rest of us. There's only a finite amount of that 'light' in the universe, and soon, it'll *all* be focused on us!' Natsuki had gotten a vibe from Eyewon, a kind of understanding of the young inventor, but there was a lot going on, and worse, a lot of little goons for a much less experienced Natsuki to manage and try to keep 'the first' from being snatched up or smashed pulp as a result from the Nottraider-Snagret and Bakenyan's oversight of the inventor's various actions. Even still, she had lost a little reliant partner. Even still, she had to harden hear momentarily softened heart in the face of a harsh-world reality that not everything works out neatly. At least, not for Natsuki. "You, and Eyewon, and Bakenyan - you're saying that's the shared link." Natsuki grumble-speaks, laying out the jump of Nottrei N-dudes with her whole palm to their face and smashing them down to the ground in a cave crater that bounces loose treasure in a earthquake-thump. Still, there's more fighting. Still, Nottrei and Pikmin are framed fighting the most pathetically choreographed fight ever conceived by a special filming crew. "And that boss you keep talking about - Mujinko - I really think you're not selling the right parts of their *portfolio*!" 'When I say 'corruption', that's what I mean. The universe all joining hands and singing their happy songs of unity and fairness, while spitting on Nottrei and kicking away the products of all our hard work. We have to fight against *all* of them, and reclaim our *debt*!' "..." Natsuki Nuki, the wiser, stronger, smarter, all-around mouthier sister of the Nuki clan did not find that many smart, punk-jabbing things to say. Even when her tail finds one of the N-crowned goons by the face and slings the victim into a crowd of their fellows, she has no gutsy quip to lay upon Tenjou. Transactions were not taken because you didn't *want* something. Deals for power - deals for solace were done sometimes at steep costs to the self. A thick, wicked evil 'poison gas' mist blows down and Natsuki is forced to gather her pikmin with sharp rallying whistles and tackle through the press of the Nottraiders to escape the thick cloud towards clean cave air and safety! Some of her pikmin, wobbling and threatening to topple over, are guided only by the insistence of sharpened birdsong until they are gathered in her arms, and Natsuki is two-armed carrying her little babies when she breaks through the cloud to the brrrrrrr of the Futabair purifier. Fighting the airflow with a held-frantic whistle, Natsuki's tired and smoked-out little plant guys reform their chain link and extend out as a long whip just to save all of them...
Natsuki Nuki	But Natsuki can hang onto her little ones, as the toxins are sucked away, and Rita caps up the sprayers, alleviating the threat to the green-faced tiger woman who hangs onto her barrel of red creatures who are *not* monkeys with gorilla arms. Shoving dazed and googlyeyed pikmin into the crevasse around the Futabair purifier, and a sharp red-eyed look conveying 'if you EVER speak of this', Natsuki can part from her vulnerable and winded minions to dive back into the cleared bowl, grabbing up the first Nottrei she can get her big mitts on and hurling them into the Dweevil's 'head', leaping up after her taunting projectile -- or appearing to, but actually *stretching* out unnaturally, to grab the Dweevil and snap down like some gummi creature or looming shadow that beartrapped over the much larger dark-creature to slam it torso-down into the ground like a taut rubber band.
Lilian Rook	If you don't, will you get thrown away? That's scary.     Lilian's struggling with Tenjou hitches. Her momentum stops for just long enough to turn a single second contest into four more. A sharp little breath fills her lungs only halfway.     §No. Don't let it register. You already knew you aren't really a magical girl, no matter how much they look up to you. You know you're not supposed to be here. So don't fuck it up now that Yuma is literally in your grasp.§     '-teleporting!'     "Why are you winking at me?!"     That makes Yuma come free like a champagne cork-pop.     'Why would you be forced to exist in the dark just because other people could enjoy the light? That makes no sense!'     §You can't kill her just yet. Not in front of Lala and Hikaru. Get it together.§     'Isn't it unfair~? That this cute little being would have so much power, just because of the way it is?'     "Of course it's unfair! If it weren't then nobody would have any reason to listen to Mujinko at all!" Lilian says, clutching Yuma tightly to her chest. "But it's not as if Yuma asked to be that way either! And they haven't done anything to you with that power! That isn't the frustration of someone getting what you're owed without even half the work; that's just your seething at someone else having something you don't!"     Pushing off, she takes to the air above, angling back towards Hikaru and Lala. "Isn't it unfair to Yuma that you're going to hurt them 'just because of the way they are'?! There's no--"     The pesticide cannon, for the second time in this same place, presents a threat that Lilian can't do a lot about. After the oil fumes before, she's a little bit more ready to respond to poison gas, but even then, the best she can do is retreat to a higher vantage while covering her face and holding her breath. She coughs the vile chemical taste into the back of her arm, wiping her burning eyes, and catches herself against the cave ceiling with her free hand, keeping Yuma close to her chest. As long as she's holding her, she can't phase through the rock.     "Don't-- khh-- don't try to talk to me about ideology! You're wallowing in how Mujinko panders to your bitterness, not fighting to correct the universe! You don't even care about your own side! You're just-- hhk-- hedonistically indulging in them serving you! You can't even see past your own nose!"     "So don't try to tell me what's wrong with the cosmos! I'm already lightyears ahead of you!"     Lilian, just for a moment, drops Yuma. Her arm vanishes from around the star drop. Her palm claps to the hilt of her sword, taken up in both hands. A wave of light rushes through the etchings down the length of the blade. Yuma starts to budge under the pull of gravity.     "--Bláthanna!"     Lilian snatches up Yuma in the crook of her arm, and in the same instant, the cave ceiling glows with a sprawling constellation of superheated slash-marks drawn across the entire night-dark dome. At its center, where the concentration of cuts is the most dense, the deep gouges connect together and send a wave of solid rock crumbling away along an outward ripple. Lilian weaves around body-sized chunks of smooth-edged stone at the slowest part of their descent, but the Titan Dweevil has no such benefit at the wrong end of their meteoric descent.     As the heat-glowing hail of 'asteroids' falls, Lilian pushes herself to slip through the newly created gap between the upper cloud and the cave, and lands near the entrance the girls came from, releasing Yuma and letting herself fall to coughing the toxic vapour from her lungs.
Merelisa Shaynore	"What, so you just gave up?"     Tenjou sneers, platform heels clacking against the dweevil's exoskeleton as she readjusts her position. "'Gave up'? What do you think I'm doing right now, you cretin? Does this-- my army, *our* army, and the impending conquest of the galaxy, look like giving up?"     Nottraiders leap into the way of Brawl's punch one by one, getting launched away with a cry of "Nottreiiiiiii--!" each time. Their sacrifices barely slow Brawl down enough that Tenjou can flap her fan in her direction, wind gusting and gravity yanking Brawl down so that her punch smashes right on Hisako's talisman on the dweevil's face, and Tenjou has to drop her fan to hold on when the dweevil stumbles.     A Nottrei, dutifully, scampers across the battlefield and grabs the petal fan before it can hit the ground. After snatching it, it waves it lightly towards its face, getting a little blushy through its mask at the wafting perfume and cool breeze. "Getting into fights, even getting upset? That's what brought these girls closer together, what'll bring me and sis closer together, and that's how you know we've got the real bonds between us!"     "That's what nearly broke those girls *apart*! Even you *Precures* almost split up over something as silly and inconsequential as their feelings!" "You're wrong, lun! It's scary, but Futaba's right!" "Yeah! We know we can trust each other even when we disagree! So we don't need to be afraid of arguing anymore, because we *want* to stay together!" "As friends, lun!" "Yeah!" "You got anyone you'd throw down with? Anyone you'd die for?"     Tenjou sighs and looks to the side, lower lip jutting out slightly. "Maybe try and keep it to one question next time, okay~? I wouldn't die for anything, you know, because then how am I supposed to enjoy it later? But, if you have to know, I'll assist Lady Mujinko in her goal to make life better for *all* of Nottrei." "But I don't want a world where anybody's shut out in the dark!"     "Ohoho, Cure Glow... a new Precure out of nowhere, and just as idealistic as the rest." Tenjou turns Yuma's face towards her to frown at it, and Yuma's crying warble briefly quiets down into a fluid-light symbol of a ?. Tenjou doesn't know what to make of that, and seems to get a little irritated at the Star Drop emoting at her at all, so she thrusts it away again. "Dream *all* you want, Cure Glow. In a hundred years, the galaxy will still be full of misery, and I'll have made sure I'm above it all." "And that boss you keep talking about - Mujinko - I really think you're not selling the right parts of their *portfolio*!"     The Nottrei bravely fight against the knee-height plant bobbles, punting them away and getting mobbed and buried. The pikmin have even less of a grasp of tactics than the Nottrei do, but without Tenjou's guidance, they're almost strategically identical, just pummeling on each other mindlessly. Still, without Natsuki laying them out in swathes, the sentient berries would be hard-pressed not to get squashed.     "Well, it would be hard to list all of my Lady Mujinko's virtues in a single conversation~" Despite the lilt, Tenjou looks troubled. "... What do you mean?"
Merelisa Shaynore	"Cure Milky, can you shield against that?!"     Lala has her hand pressed up to her mouth, coughing through her fingers while trying to scoop together all her pikmin with the other. She looks up at Rita with an armful of googly yellow guys, coughs, and then nods uncertainly. "L-lun. I can make a bubble, lun. But what-- oyo--?!"     Dizzy-eyed and jostled around, Cure Milky manages an undignified "Mi-i-i-ilky Bu-u-u-ubble!" so that the pair (and the blissfully centrifugally-secure pikmin) bursts out of the purpose poison cloud protected by a teal magic heart. Whether the pikmin get dizzy is one thing, but Lala, apparently, despite all her spacefaring adventures, can't handle going upside down. She's limply carried along for the Precure Kick to the spray bottle, and when released, she staggers out of Rita's arms and nearly topples over.     Once recovered, she looks at Rita with amazement, while the remaining poison gets neatly sucked away by Futaba and Echolalia. "Amazing, lun! How did you know kicking it there would do that?" Lala can't believe that this terrible weapon just had an off switch on it! "But it's not as if Yuma asked to be that way either!"     Tenjou gasps as Yuma slips out of her hand, and grits her teeth with a frustrated noise in her throat. Instead of leaping up to follow Lilian and fight back, she snaps her fingers, and a trio of Nottrei leap up and try and overwhelm Lilian with their basic kicks and punches. They get knocked away in an instant, of course, but three more are quick to follow, just trying to drag her down. "You're wallowing in how Mujinko panders to your bitterness, not fighting to correct the universe!"     Tenjou clicks her tongue and sneers. "And why *should* I? What have they done to deserve it, hmm? Even if it was an equal option to give *everyone* what they wanted, instead of just taking it for myself, I'd be tempted not to press it at all. And, of course, there's no such thing at all." "I can't tell you to stop, but--"     Tenjou, embittered by having Yuma pulled away from her even though her Nottreis are diligently wrestling with Lilian three at a time to try and grab her back, snatches the pamphelet from Hisako's hands with with a sharp huff. She's about to crumple it up and throw it away, but her eyes fall to the large lettering and make her hesitate, flicking back and forth to take it all in.     "... Maybe there's still plenty we don't know about the far reaches of the universe. But it was foolish to involve yourselves! Now, it's only a matter of time before we return, and my sweet warriors won't fail me a second time!"
Merelisa Shaynore	The routine is familiar by now, of all the Nottraiders being swallowed up and teleported away by deep black portals. Of course, the Titan Dweevil doesn't go with them, and even mostly disarmed, the giant arachnid is a danger to reckon with! Lala and Hikaru look at each other from across the battlefield, and with a few springing jumps off of magic platforms, Cure Star stands shoulder to shoulder with Cure Milky, and they raise their adjacent hands palm-facing to the dweevil. ""Our hearts become one!"" ""Stellar Note, sound your song!"" "Shine, twinkling heart!" "Sing, ardent heart!" ""Pretty Cure ¤ Binary Starlight Blast!""     Balls of magical pink and teal light shoot out of their hands and helically orbit each other to fire towards the Dweevil, impacting at the same time as Lilian's own finishing attack. The gentle explosion of magic paints the cavern in constellation-glittering light, nebula gas in a cosmic rainbow of colors surrounding the Titan Dweevil as it's knocked away and pelted by falling rocks by Lilian.     Yuma trills in delight and rubs her head on Lilian's shoulder before zipping out of her hands and soaring around Hikaru and Lala, the symbol on her face a joyous upturned arc. "¯¯¯¯--_--! _--¯¯¯¯¯¯¯_¯¯! ----¯¯¯¯--_-¯?!" "Yuma!!!!" "Yuma! We were so worried, lun!"     The girls both detransform with a flash of magic and wrap Yuma in a hug, teary-eyed. After some more relieved giggling, their excitement overflows to babble at the others too. "That was a *stellariffic* finisher attack, Miss Lilian!" "Glow, Glow, lun! We should coordinate stuff like that as a trio sometime, lun!"
Combaticon	> "'Gave up'? What do you think I'm doing right now, you cretin?"     Brawl's energy is gradually eaten up by guardian Nottrei warrior goons until Tenjou's fan can redirect her entirely, slamming her fist into the Dweevil's head instead. Wrenching her fist back, she readies herself to press the charge by rotating her back turret around, bringing the twin cannons to bear.     "Not even tryin'--"     The Dweevil's staggering throws off her balance. When it starts taking bigger hits from a collapsing ceiling, an enterprising Nottraider manages to leverage her right off the beast. She crashes into the floor in a cloud of dust and is promptly buried under rubble. By the time she's dug herself out, Tenjou and her minions have departed and the titan Dweevil is defeated.     Vents open up on the sides of the colossal Decepticons neck, emitting jets of steaming coolant with an audible hiss. One hand lifts, resting on her hip actuator. The other reaches up further, picking at the dings and dents in her armored chestpiece, "Seems to me like a mission complete. Seeing them back together makes the body work worth it."     The tankbot leans forward, bringing her face down closer to eye level with the girls, though at a respectable distance, "Nice to meet you, little creature. So you're Yuma, huh?" Her visor dims, save for an upturned arc of glowing red, "Name's Brawl. Happy to help."