Scene #5387: Seat of the Ego

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Priscilla	Entering the Citadel looks like it will be significantly more complicated than Njorun. Where the great tree had crumbled and crashed to earth, splintering itself as wreckage and allowing ingress through the myriad breaches if one could navigate the volcanic wasteland it had left behind, the Citadel seems to have blown itself up from within. Already isolated in a weird, spatial sort of bubble, rather than growing from the earth, the Confederate giga-fortress has been dubiously stable to begin with, supported on bizarre tricks of metaphysical weaving. Perhaps 'Reality Quake' isn't quite the right turn. It looks like a reality /rupture/ What remains of the citadel-world is a massive scatter of architectural islands, floating in space without rhyme or reason save the spherical outwards spread, like the aftermath of a stellar nova. The gleaming white towers and walls of the Citadel still stand, albeit cracked and crumbling, along with largely intact sections of the superfactional base in all its marble and cobalt glory, but predictably, it is completely abandoned, and isolated by strangely churning space. There is earth to walk on, of course; a seemingly endless series of plains, blurred together by some cosmic watercolour brush, but marred by the oddity of the same structures seemingly reflected upwards from it, as well as downwards from the sky, giving the impression of a gaping maw of giant, marble teeth. Stranger things run through here as well. Rivers of mercury pour from floating waterfalls, where they wind across the landscape and give rise to niles of strange, polluted-looking flora. Stars burgeon and burst in the sky like an endless series of fireworks. When one isn't directly looking, what seemed to be in one place is now in another, as if viewed through a slowly rotating prism. Strange whirls of self-contained wind and shimmering lights dot the landscape as seemingly spontaneous anomalies. One of the sole remaining warpgates, connected to the former Confederate grid, now left totally unguarded, dumps everyone close enough to the grand gates, standing on their own with no attached rooms, with the ruins behind, but getting there still seems . . . hazardous.
Mitsu Mirage	Mitsu's one of the people to arrive at the old gates to the Confederate Citadel, her former stomping grounds. The transformed 'bunny' takes a few steps away from the gate to take in the sights, her clawed gauntlets sparking up slightly. "Okay... Kratzenfaust, be on alert for anything we might be able to salvage." <Understood.> Kratzenfaust chimes out. "Okay, look, I want /everyone/ to be on their guard. If you're capable of scanning anything, do so. We want to get as much info as we can, and perhaps salvage what we can." She thinks a moment, the 'magical girl' bouncing in place, "I believe our first order of buisness is finding our former training rooms to gather the hard light projectors there, then anything that we can safely transport back for more detailed analysis. If you need help, yell... if there's something blocking your way notify us." she cracks her knuckles a bit... pondering... "Our old stomping grounds, Kratzenfaust. Such a sad state to be in huh? Kinda sucks that it has to look like this but eh, we'll get over it." she takes a few bounding leaps to the door and gently knocks on it. "Knock Knock, anyone home?"
Haguro	Is this really the first time Haguro's ever seen the Citadel? Yep. Is this what she expected? Nope. She wasn't expecting anything grand considering what she had heard happened to it and what she had seen happen to Njorun, but this... She wasn't expecting it to be this bad. The floating waterfalls and rivers of mercury in particular get her attention more than anything else, likely appealing to her penchant for sticking to watery areas. The shipgirl has enough sense not to go anywhere near the strangely colored fluid, of course, but she does keep it in mind as a potential escape point if things go bad suddenly. "Former training...? O-oh, right." Of course there'd be former Confederates here. There's nothing wrong with that, but it does catch her off guard for a moment. No judgment! Judgments are bad. "I've brought rope. And... Um. I-i have my explosive shells, too, if we need to clear any paths quickly." She offers, already pulling some rope out of her backpack along with a disposable camera. Yes, she's got those with her, too. Again.
Kushiko	The nature of the Tenno's existence is kind of a funny thing. One can owe it chiefly to the Void that empowers, that flows through them, the tortured and broken existences that many of them experienced before becoming 'stable' enough like Kushiko was. <<"I've lost contact with the probe I've sent, and my ability to scan into this area is extremely limited. Contact will be lost soon until you and yours find a way to reestablish a link with me. I'm very sorry, Tenno.">> These are the words of the Lotus, transmitted not only to Kushiko but the others. She's putting on something of an affect, professional, but the nature of what happened here clearly bothers her. The inherent chaos of it all necessitates two things: one, the fact that the familiar Nova Prime was deployed here, and number two was a slightly larger hovering component. It looked like something compressed, a backpack of some kind with two 'wings'. <"That's okay, Lotus. We didn't expect much, and it seems like it's even less."> she deadpans aloud. Inwardly frowning, she murmurs, <"Archwing linkage confirmed. I'll integrate as needed."> For her, this isn't anything resembling old stomping grounds, unaffiliated with either faction as she was, but what she's seen in the hellish nightmare of the Void, the twisted landscapes she remembers without /knowing/, it's... oddly soothing, in a very peculiar way. <"I can deploy portals as well, but the nature of this place, I'm not certain it will remain stable very long. I'll calibrate the antimatter reaction to disperse upon reaching the stability threshhold as needed."> Ordis chimes in. <"Archwing prepared to deal with-zrrt--ludicrous spatial anomalies what is this nonsense I'm rEEEEeading--ZRRT---please be cautious.">
Staren	Before the League was hired by the Concord, Staren only got a brief look at the remains of the Citadel, from a distance. Now he's seen the feeds from the drone scouts they sent in, but this moment is his first time seeing it up close in person. The shattered Citadel reflects in his helmet's visor... He looks at Haguro. "I think we have rather the opposite problem. We don't so much need to clear paths, as build them... Assuming reality here will even allow such..." For his own travels, he straddles... a broom. It's the Multiverse, after all. "Anyone feel like going first? Maybe with a rope tied to them? Actually, perhaps we should try a tethered drone and see what happens... one moment." He reaches into his bag, pulls out a quadrotor about as wide across as his hand, and ties one end of a thin wire to it, probably made of creatively-arranged carbon atoms or something. The other end of the wire goes into a device that seems to be unreeling, or perhaps fabricating it, which he holds as if flying the drone like a kite. And then he sends it off into the distance towards one of the other islands. This time, Ainsley's been informed ahead of time of the mission. He'd rather not give her a heart attack if he can help it. Since it's already known the mission is dangerous, there's no point in hitting the panic button. Either they'll come back, or they won't.
Count Kord	Kord had been here before. He had never liked it. Seeing this place made him uneasy to put it lightly. His wings were already splayed out, manifested in plain view, with his tail uncoiled from its deceptive belt-looped resting place around his waist. He floats in the air nearby the group, gazing out into the ungodly chaos with his heart thrumming in his chest. It's a horrible thought to even consider going into that maelstrom, because he could burn to death, or get torn to shreds, or even just cease to exist. Even with his inclination to forge on ahead before others have a chance to even consider it, this place scares him. He is not reckless, he is just selfish. It smells familiar... doesn't it. Kord turns his head, momentarily startled by a voice only he can hear. He breathes a sigh, and mutters a curse at Yveltal for spooking him yet again with some cryptic nonsense it probably won't ever elaborate on. "I can fly," he states to the others, "I will advance with... caution." Then, as if what he means by caution is this very act, he swoops over and grabs Haguro and hefts her up with one arm and simply flies on ahead with her in tow, propped up on a shoulder with one of his wings bracing her like a turret. "Don't panic. I might drop you," he says. Kord, always such a pal.
Kushiko	<"We can fly as well, both sustained and partial."> The purple-black colored Nova gestures to the hovering Archwing unit before turning her attention ahead. Might just have to, soon.
Priscilla	Staren's drone flies off into the distance. It goes a good ways, the carbon rope unspooling without incident, before the air in front of it opens up, and swallows it completely. The spatial anomaly lasts a few seconds, in which Staren can see a completely different, and badly disorienting new angle of the skyscape, before it closes up, and the feed is instantly lost. The cord falls limply to the ground. The spontaneous anomalies are apparently no joke. Knocking on the giant doorway yields no result. Considering the sheer size of the monolithic slab of an entryway, it's probable nobody would hear it anyways. The thing was made to let in an impossible scale of multiversal traffic, on their way to see the many, many installations the Citadel provided, after all. Plus, there probably isn't anyone to answer. WELCOME HOME, ONE OF THE CONFEDERATE FLOCK answers a disembodied, heavily computerized voice, filled with hiss and static. Okay, nevermind? ALERT. YOU ARE ACCOMPANIED BY A HOSTILE PRESENCE. UNION INSURGENTS IDENTIFIED There is a sudden, sharp rumble that passes through the plains beneath the group's feet, vibrating through their bones as if to prove its physicality. The ground crunches, cracks, and splinters, fissures underneath them from behind, and when one turns to look, they see that the warpgate has /uprooted/ itself. The marble fixture has pullet legs from nowhere, yanking pointed, spiderlike limbs from the earth where it should have none, thrashing until it unearths a complete set of five, and wobbles slowly into to a stable stance. The tunnel that shows their origin point ripples like the surface of a pond disturbed by the cast of a stone, and then implodes into a shrieking vortex of infinitely compressing spatial energy, burning with a white-hot singularity at its core. The thing /screams/, flexing its marble ring like a splayed set of shark's jaws. Serrated teeth even sprout from its inner circumference. The thing hurls itself on the Elites from behind, exerting an impressive, invisible pull into its swirling maw, where it snaps its jaws to prevent escape. Specifically, it targets Staren above all else. Anyone other than him seems to be a target of opportunity.
Staren	And the air literally eats his drone. "Well, shit. That's not good..." he comments, looking down at the limp end of the wire before retracting it. At the computerized voice, he looks over towards it. And then, it starts transforming. "Hey, wait! I've helped Confeds sometimes! Ask Dracula!" He doesn't really think that it will listen, though. As it starts trying to pull him in, he pulls a grapple tag gun from his bag and fires at the nearest structure. "Why didn't anyone mention this thing?!" Then he thinks of another solution, and fires the rockets on his back... as propulsion, rather than weapons. It's not the most stable or controlled fight, but right now he needs to put some distance between him and the... the freaking black hole mecha! With the broom and the wings, he can stabilize it somewhat, anyway.
Haguro	"Building them... Hmm. I don't think this rope will be enough, then..." Haguro frowns slightly in response to Staren, although she does perk up a bit at the thought of using the rope as an anchor point. Actually finding a good one is another issue in itself, though, and as she's looking for somewhere to attach the rope to... Kord's got her! The shipgirl squeaks in surprise, but remains still as directed once she settles down past the initial shock. It even ends up being a convenient way for her to take pictures of the surrounding area in mid-flight! At least, until the computerized voice speaks up and shows its displeasure at their general existence. Or Staren's, primarily. "A defensive system? Um... Sorry if this hurts your ears, Count!" With that pre-emptive apology out of the way, Haguro still tries to keep herself mostly still even as her turrets take aim the giant marble mouth monster. "Th.. They probably didn't know this existed!" Rather than firing a volley of explosives at the center of the mouth, though, she aims for the jaw! Or where a jaw should be, anyway.
Mitsu Mirage	Mitsu looks behind her... "Meh, flyers..." she muttered, "Whatever you do, do /not/ pick me up and take me flying..." there's a shake of her head and then a look back to the door. A light shrug and she starts to look for another way past that she can get to without making herself sick from sudden aircraft... At least, not until that voice is heard. Mitsu smirks a bit, "It's good to be home." she replies to the voice. "Yeah, I'm aware... unfortunately.. I'm taking these people as prisoners." after all, she /was/ Confederate. But, that didn't seem to matter, now that the Warpgate decided to go all Atomos on people... targeting the more experimental of the bunch. MItsu digs one of her claws into the ground to get some stability... "Hey, nerd boy. I don't like you but can't have you seeing the gaping hole of a living warpgate yet now can we?" the pull of the gravity-gate hits her as well, carving a path as it tries to suck her in as well. She whips her arm out, the three claws at the end of her gauntlet whip out and, hopefully with proper aiming, wrap around Staren (or whatever the hell he's in), to give another anchor point, hoping to help with his thrust and pull him away. "Hey, Citadel, turn off the defenses, I'm here on buisness and these guys are my responsibility! I'll dispatch them if they cause trouble, don't worry!" Might as well try something that may please the former Citadel.
Count Kord	Kord turns about as the warpgate they came through becomes an impossibly terrifying singularity monster that is hungry for Union blood, nevermind that the Union has been dissolved for a sizeable portion of time. The red and black figure instantly feels the tug of gravity trying to pluck him out of the air just for being NEAR Staren, and when he feels that, he knows ALL of the others here are in immediate danger. He beats his wings and braces, knowing that Haguro is going to shoot at the thing. He struggles back against the gravitational pull, and he puts one hand out at the deep shadows cast by the incredible being's light... And he closes his fingers, sweeping his hand to the side and back. As he does this, the shadows below anyone that even remotely looks like they might get plucked off the ground and into the security being's maw get cemented in place... "Staren is no longer a member of the Union!!" he bellows at the extremely overkill security measure that threatens to kill EVERYONE just for being near him at the time.
Kushiko	Tacitly quiet goes Kushiko for a few moments in the wake of 'identification' passing muster for at least one (well, two) among them has the authorization. Her head turns from 'looking' around at not just the words announcing hostile presence, but the more /literal/ announcement by way of that rumbling beneath the surface. Well, guess she's going to need what she brought sooner rather than later; the sheer size of it makes it unlikely she'll do much with her conventionally sized weapons. And speaking of that, she doesn't even hesitate--she just /moves/, kicking and hurling herself away, twisting around midair as that device--the Archwing harness moves quickly of it's own volition, engaging systems and starting to unfold as it matches the flight path of the Tenno in order to slam itself home, latching onto her spine and unfolding into twinned aileron-looking wings. The way this location is makes an unconventional weapon a little more conventional. A massive quad-barreled autocannon is pulled out from underneath one of the wings as she hovers slightly, not aiming it explicitly /at/ the Warp Gate turned spindly, spidery horror in the group, but looking to see if Mitsu's words actually get it to calm down. If not, well... that's what cloaking herself within a Penumbra field. Just in case. Not going to trust her cloaking field being impenetrable.
Priscilla	NEGATIVE. DEFENSIVE SYSTEMS DO NOT RESPOND. MOVE QUICKLY TO TERMINATE THE UNION INSURGENTS. THE CONFEDERACY IS DEPENDING ON YOU. the electronic voice garbles out, before whatever it's speaking out of pops with a distorted note of finality. Not responding? Then what the hell is this thing? Staren rockets out of the way just in the nick of time. It takes all of the explosive propulsion he can muster to pull himself out of the closing gravity well. The rocket itself curves straight into the warpgate's pull, and then, instead of going through, spirals inwards to the singularity, and is incinerated instantly. That . . . shouldn't be possible. When has anyone ever altered the fundamental mechanics of the warpgate? Even the Union and Confederacy hadn't done that in their prime. It's supposed to be a set equation, designed as part of the Multiverse at its conception, by all scientific estimates. "YoU aNd YoUr KiNd GaVe Me LiFe." The warpgate speaks. It doesn't do so verbally, but as something simply understood; a painful, hostile flash of searing insight, straight into the mind. "YoUr EgO. YoUr SmUg SeLf-AsSuRaNcE. yOuR pOsTuRiNg AnD gLoAtInG aNd EnTiTlEmEnT. tHe OnE tRuE iNfInItE; eLiTe CaLlOuS iDiOcY. iT sUsTaInS uS." The 'voice' howls as Haguro's shells impact its physical jaws, blowing away chunks of shattered marble, which bleed quicksilver blood, sending it reeling on its many skittering legs. It comes under fire from Kushiko's autocannon just as soon, pockmarking its structure with scores of craters, but it advances all the same. A flare of white-hot radiation surges towards her, capable of knocking out most of her systems, as well as scorching the Warframe's flesh. It focuses down into a searing ray, which turns on Haguro . . . and yet precisely avoids Kord, no matter what maneuvers he might take. Still, it's hellbent on Staren. The gravity focused on him increases tenfold, dragging him towards the massive piece of living architecture that seeks to crush him into a tiny speck of dust.
Kushiko	Well. That settles the next course of action: with Staren being such a /fierce/ target, she didn't delay in actually opening fire once this... /thing/ made it completely clear it wasn't going to stop until it had a Staren Snack. Which really was unhealthy when you think about it. For Staren that is. Firing from cloak was the best way to see precisely how it responded, and given the way the radiation wave would come for her, she didn't stay under cloak very long--not even wanting to risk simply blasting away with her Iztal engines, triggering a surge of Void energy to send her hurtling in another direction by Blinking away. Actually she does this several times, because the white hot energy does make contact, if briefly. And it /hurts/, nearly compromising the Archwing's systems before she gets clear enough away from it. The passing thought to give it more targets via a drone swarm is dismissed given the saturation element to that attack, and she just unloads like nothing else, punching at the same craters she just made, seeking to utterly bombard it with explosive shells from the Grattler, the high velocity shells and firing style probably vaguely familiar to someone like Haguro. Were it not for the tech level, the weapon looks like it belongs on a ship.
Haguro	Haguro's working on two fronts now: Shooting the big thing, and taking pictures of it. Those might be worth researching if all that talk about it being the warpgate is true, after all, and shooting it... Well, it's either it or her, and she likes not being melted. She does wince slightly at the warpgate's words, though, perhaps striking a chord within her. Still, the bigger threat is the physical danger, and Haguro does have to squirm around some just to keep the ray from melting her face off. Sure, an arm gets scorched rather badly, and one of her turrets fuses with her armor to become a single modern art piece, but at least her face is still there! She's also trying very hard not to howl in pain. Still, with as much searing death pain it's firing at her, she's really only able to shoot back at it for now! So she does. A lot. This time, though, she's aiming for where the ray is coming from.
Staren	Alright, he's out of range. Now Staren just has to leave and come back with the REALLY heavy weapons... And then the pulling force is back before he can teleport out. Morg damn it! At least now he knows who's talking. And he's got people... and shadows... holding onto him. "So you're the Citadel, huh?" High in the sky, the Star Hawk enters the atmosphere. Note to self: Get some freaking orbital weapons. He mutters, "You're gonna LOVE the Concord... Except it's not idiocy. And that will be PROVEN when we DESTROY you!" He starts firing his beam cannons at the ring of the... not-warpgate, but he doesn't really think it will work. He's got to think of something... but gravity warps everything they throw at it... Wait, but it didn't warp Haguro's shells! Staren tries his own explosives: Six micromissiles, which try to punch holes around the edge of the 'gate' with HEAT warheads. It sure wopuld be nice if they work!
Mitsu Mirage	Welp, it didn't like that, "Fine then, I'll disable it myself." she mutters, feeling Kord's whole shadow anchor trying to keep her on the ground. "Hey, thanks Kord... this should help." she unburies her other claw and... she looks between the thing trying to eat Staren... and Staren herself. Would be easy to get rid of him here, since he was a pain in the Confed's side... but... she shrugs, "Set up, Wild Shooter." she commands... <Set up. Wild Shooter. Confirmed.> It doesn't take too long, the claws, finally retreating since they seemed to have missed Staren, move to reform on top of those gauntlets into cannons, wild sparks emitting from the ends of it. "Okay, look, if you're having trouble..." She braces herself against something, anything to help with Kord's shadow anchor... and points her cannon gauntlets at the thing. "Megavolt Laser!" with a loud clap of her hands, the sound of shells being loaded in, the twin cannons whirr up and send a massive double laser towards the Atomosgate. "I hate doing this but!"
Count Kord	"HRRRRGH--!!" Kord's ONLY blessing here is that this creature is casting so much light that the shadows are actually easier to bend. The magical darkness, however, cannot give out when suddenly there is a burning hot ray of light fired at him. The moment he's given a blessing to release Haguro, he does so, planting her as far from the gate as he can AFTER it attacks. When he does so, he swoops in for a landing and plants his feet firmly, using his shadow to stop the creature's pull on all of the others. He does NOT want to be left alone in this hellhole because everyone else got killed. He has a specific desire to not die by being devoured by this multiversal horror. "WHY DID THEY BUILD IT LIKE THIS!!!" he bellows, because he was not involved in its construction. He sounds like he's in physical pain, and he is INFURIATED because he knows the others don't have a lot of choice in footholds in this wide open field. "RRRRRRRGH!!"
Staren	"Neither superfaction knew what they were messing with!" Staren shouts back.
Priscilla	Though the vicious assault of the warpgate continues, heedless of the Elite assault levied against it, it simply cannot stand up against their combined firepower for long. Whatever it is, it wasn't /built/ as a weapon. It's just a warpgate. They aren't contending with Njorun's Confederacy-proof defensive systems (degraded as they were), it's a piece of magic meant to show off the Field Marshal's power and opulence. The autocannon strikes all over the damaged points and pieces of the architecture crumble away. The shells fired by the shipgirl erupt all along the rippling surface of the gate, cracking the stonework, which shatters when exposed to the extreme heat of Staren's beam cannons. Finally, Mitsu's Megavolt Laser spears straight through, and the thing finally falls to pieces, tumbling to ground like piles of smashed legos. The vortext intensifies at the moment of its death, expanding violently like a dying star, and then collapsing in an explosion of radiation much the same. It's likely only by Kord's shadow manipulation that everyone isn't helplessly sucked in and mulched. When it dies, the stonework dissolves into what looks to be liquid cobalt. Toxic too. Long seconds later, the grand gates grind inwards of their own accord, crushing the scattered debris behind them flat, and allowing the Elites access to the floating islands beyond it proper . . . and a sudden, sheer drop into nothing-space past a chunk of the Hall of Doors, which now extends like a bridge to nowhere. The Doors themselves are all closed, lit only by the blue lamps as before, and still cast into deep, ominous shadow. There's no telling where they might /lead/ though. This mess might take significantly more mapping than Njorun.
Haguro	Haguro has enough time to prepare herself entally for the drop once Kord releases her, firing more shells down along the way. Her landing is on the clumsier side, but the shipgirl is soon back on her feet and ready to... ... Stare at the warpgate dying. She breathes out a heavy sigh of relief before cringing and peeling off a layer of melted metal and coth. "Nn... I-is everyone okay? Or.. Alive, at least?" She bites down to keep another pained cry from coming out, although she does hunch over again before remembering that she still needs to take more pictures for the researchers back in the Concord. The dead warpgate won't be taking pictures of itself. Or those bizarre doors and the blue lamps and... "... I-is that just a drop? Where does that even go?"
Kushiko	If it weren't for Kord's emphasis on safeguarding their position, Kushiko too would have to have effectively abandoned what she herself is doing in order to prevent herself at the least from being sucked in. Blink or no Blink, evading /that/ all devouring black hole would have been problematic to put it gently. Which is whiy it's a sound of relief from her presence-devoid voice of hers; that familiar to some voice carried not by the Warframe, but... /something/. <"We're okay here. Whatever that was, it wasn't designed to /be/ that. This we can say now."> Visual evaluation and analysis regarding what was designed to do something as opposed to something repurposed to be it. Onward as it were, to actually /progressing/ to their point of destination. While Kushiko flies at first, when they reach that sheer drop. Decoupling from the Itzal Archwing, she drops down to her feet and heaves a sigh. Well, she makes the /sound/ of a sigh, the Warframe vaguely mimicking the motion. <"It could be an illusion, or it could be simply a bottomless, pitch black void."> she mildly deadpans before she gestures, the control rods on her arms cycling and little orbs of light flying forward, antimatter encasements providing further illumination still, the Warframe cautiously guiding them. If she can see another point, she'll start making a Worm Hole bridge herself for Mitsu and others to maybe traverse without exerting their flight muscles.
Count Kord	Kord holds his shadow magic all the way until the great Gate Golem that was born of the arrogance of the many powerful beings of the Multiverse collapses in on itself. He feels his ears ring and his eyes burn in the aftermath of its death, and for some reason his skin burns a little even through his armor. He straightens up and groans, and all the shadows slowly retreat back to their ordinary positions, and he spreads his wings once more to push himself up into the air. He turns in the air to watch the door open up for them, as if welcoming the supposed intruders into this den of the evil, corrupt and insane... Kord hesitates again. He doesn't want to go further into here, and that feeling was vindicated by the thing that just tried to kill them. Nonetheless, he flits over to Haguro like a silent fairy and plucks her up off her feet so that she doesn't have to walk over the dangerous terrain. He makes sure to drop her onto steady-looking flooring in the hall of doors. He then steps right up to a door that looks, perhaps, less-than-lethal, lifting his hand as if to open it... Then he braces his foot on the frame and carefully tries to open the door. He does this just enough to get a peek inside, and makes sure not to block Haguro's view, since he's aware of her purpose here. She needs to get pictures, and he at least knows the rudiments of a camera.
Staren	Staren is held in place thanks to his new allies! He watches as the gate collapses and... dies? In a burst of radiation. Boy is he glad he's in power armor! Everyone might need to get checked out at medical after this, though... He's about to tell the Star Hawk to turn around when he realizes there could be another horrible construct around. Not to mention abandoned Xiang projects or the like. "Well. That was something. I suspect that it was but one... vessel or drone, for the Citadel itself. So there might be more... such things, in there." He nods to Mitsu and Kord in particular. "Thank you. I really appreciate not dying. That might sound less meaningful coming from an immortal, but for all I know that thing could have sucked in my soul too."
Mitsu Mirage	"Everyone dies eventually, nerd boy. Just, thanks to Kord, not today." she mutters, making her way through the door... at least a few steps before she has to go plummeting to her doom... a look around... there's really no parkour places she can hop to and use her agility... and... well, this kinda sucks, she'll have to fly. "Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick already." she groans out... at least, before that Worm Hole Bridge... "Come on, we've not much time to waste, and we'll figure out a way to get back home after this, so... get a move on... and try not to anger more things, nerd boy... it'd do us all a favor."
Priscilla	Haguro can take all the pictures she wants. There's no guarantee they'll turn out the same as what she sees. She may want to look at them later. Kushiko's antimatter orbs light up the hall enough to see the abandoned desks and lifts that once buzzed with activity, still spread over the royal blue rugs along the marble floors, but they swiftly meet with a similar fate as Staren's drones. It seems to be the same way as Njorun. Where the Elites /are/, things seem relatively stable, but things that leave their proximity seem to lose their touch with the rules, and are at the mercy of the strange phenomena that laid the old factions low. The Citadel isn't full of the strange, conceptual melding of the corpse of Njorun. If anything, the rules are the opposite: splitting apart and casting things out into space to isolate them, rather than melting them into a necrotic soup of mixed up traits and tropes. The Wormhole isn't much more successful. It opens at least a full mile from where Kushiko tried to place it, like the spatial coordinates she aimed for secretly existed somewhere totally different from where the eye would intuit. The invisible fabric all around them is a tangled mess. Kord can open a door without issue. What he sees beyond it, he might wish he had not. Specifically, he doesn't /see/ much of anything. Non-existent colours his brain can't properly process assault his eyes. Sounds he can't hear, but which make his head ache and his bones rattle all the same, assault his ears. Shapes move beyond it that he can't quite make out, wandering a hall that twists in a fashion that defies Euclidian geometry, making a visible path seemingly impossible to chart. It hurts to look at. Nothing jumps out to kill him, but just traversing this place will be . . . difficult.
Haguro	Pictures. Pictures EVERYWHERE. With the pain of getting shot with a melting death laser still lingering, it takes Haguro a bit longer to swap cameras. She still manages to do it eventually, though, and she even has the sense to turn the flash off after Mitsu says not to anger more things. Just in case. "This has to be the... Fourth or fifth time we've explored something like this. It's still so amazing, though..." She warns as shapes keep moving around, then squeaks lightly at being picked up again and moved by Kord again. "Thank you... Hmm. Maybe I should invest in one of those digital cameras some time..." At least she's not shooting anything in the more literal sense.