Scene #6915: Undercity Syndication

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Solty Revant	Reports have been coming in from the Undercity of the place that is unimaginatively named The City. Relief shipments for the unregistered citizens (those forced to live underground due to the circumstances of their birth) have been allowed through, but the Unregistered themselves are very proud. And so, a large cache of supplies ended up being stored in out of the way area of the Undercity. But eventually, the needs of the Undercity started to overcome their pride. It started with those in desperate need. People started coming for the supplies. And they found that criminal elements had claimed them and had been reselling them to the surface and to off-world contacts. And when the Undercity citizens started to come and try to reclaim their supplies, the criminal elements hired cybernetic bodyguards. People were hurt, and Solty Revant asked for outside help. She and her adopted father, Roy Revant, are now waiting at one of the Undercity entrances. Those who have responded have been given the location, and as soon as they arrive they are led underground. In stark contrast to the sleek and modern city above, the Undercity starts out looking like a sewer. A giant sewer, though the smell is a not nearly as bad. The entrance tunnel is easily large enough for three or four people to stand shoulder to shoulder. They are met here by the Anderson Brothers, who start leading them through the tunnel to the main chamber. The main chamber, an area that must be some 50 stories deep, with criss-crossing stairways leading between the levels and people crammed into tiny dwellings in the walls of the chamber...which is oddly perfectly cylindrical and lined with thick metal bulkheads. The three Andersons, Larry, Andy, and Rose, lead the group through a veritable labryinth of paths and tunnels toward the stock area. All the while, unregistered citizens of all ages are watching them with suspicion, and several comments can be heard that those from outside the Undercity can't be trusted. Larry, the oldest: https://images.app.goo.gl/Rc8UwpP92YW3W9C27 Andy, the younger brother: https://images.app.goo.gl/K3u15u2ityDptV4b9 Rose, the youngest: https://images.app.goo.gl/mvue238RtWXiDX2V8
Android 17	Seventeen got wind of someone getting supplies meant for those in need and then just turning around and selling them for profit. This was a problem that needed a firm hand and a quick tongue. Or if that failed, a really good left hook. Regardless, Seventeen has been doing something of a little of both lately, so he'll ride the train a little longer. The cyborg waves towards Solty and Roy, getting the overall understanding of the situation and then following them into the underground. Walking through the area, he can hear their...well, distrusting tones already. Seventeen sighs, another group of people hurt so much that they turn away from any hand. "Guess we should be careful down here. These people have already suffered through enough, and a brawl might make matters even worse for them," Seventeen muses, thinking about the overall situation.
Corona Arclite	Once the word got out that the criminal underworld had sunk their greedy talons into the Undercity's relief resources there was plenty a clamor from those that originally provided the supplies to get them back and into the hands they were originally meant for. That and Solty specifically calling for help was probably enough motivation for most. Corona had her personal reasons too. She'd been an orphan on the streets as a young kit, she knew how these people were forced to live and barely scrape along. Most didn't get lucky like she did when fate came knocking. And now they had someone else had come along and tried to shove them down even farther underfoot to take the well-intended resources for themsleves. Whatever syndicate was behind this, they were gonna be paying for sticking fingers were they don't belong. Despite the internal emotional turmoils Corona was with her usual demeanor, having learned a long time ago to keep those volaticities to herself. That and the main chamber is quick to grab her attention as she follows Solty and Roy in and the vixen whistles softly. "Well 'least folks here got roofs over their heads. Just looks like we gotta wrangle back the rest of the stuff..."
Staren	Staren Wiremu is no fan of The City and no friend to its government. By the choice of said government. So he's ready for a fight when he comes through the warpgate. But then, isn't he pretty much always, whenever he takes a trip offworld? The clean, white armor probably stands out in contrast to the surroundings of the undercity. Staren follows their guides, unconcerned with getting lost because his tacnet software is automatically mapping his path. He rolls his eyes as people say he can't be trusted. Whatever. They'll have food soon and they can appreciate it or not. "Then we won't brawl. We'll destroy them in an instant with overwhelming force."
Android 17	You can't tell when Seventeen's hand moved to his face, but he is now just instantly facepalming at Staren. No hiding it, no attempt at being subtle...just face in hands. "Why are you like this?"
Nanoha Takamachi	Reports about missing supplies, especially those provided as good will and meant for people who are suffering, are concerning indeed. Naturally, from the perspective as both an officer of a peacekeeping organization and member of the Paladins, Nanoha is quite interested in seeing that the supplies reach those who need them. That's why she's in the process of investigating the situation and also how she came to learn about a request for help in the matter. It's good to know that there are others out there who also want to help. So Nanoha makes her way to the provided coordinates, choosing to just travel is casual clothing. A nice blouse with some jeans. She's heard that authorities might not be too welcome in the Undercity, so her uniform might have stood out more than she liked. Joining up with a bunch of people at the site, Nanoha certainly recognizes some of them. She gives a smile and a 'Hello!' to all of them, before they begin to move in to the Undercity proper. Nanoha doesn't seem to mind the whispers of the locals, she knows not to take it personally. Instead she just gives them a friendly smile in response. Staren's response though causes Nanoha to hmmmm with some uncertainty, "Overwhelming force could be a problem. Some parts of this place don't look very structurally sound... We should probably be careful."
Staren	Staren looks at Seventeen. "I mean, we'll talk first, and if they have a lick of sense they'll give up when they realize who we are, but how often does that ever work?" Staren looks forward. "Your own words implied you're expecting a brawl, a fight. You plan to win with force as well, so I don't see why you're quibbling over my more open admission of it."
Rosa Borrasca	Corona might have personal reasons for coming to help out, but she wasn't alone when the call came through and Rosa likes money. So she decided to tag along because at least the paycheck should be good. She really makes for a good mercenary. The jaguar is tagging along behind the fox, hands in the pockets of her hoodie as she tries her best to keep from breathing too much. Sure it might not smell as bad as a normal sewer, but it still smells bad when you've got those wonderful predator senses like she has.
Rean Schwarzer	Rean shows up at the entrance to the Undercity with everyone else, letting Solty and Roy lead the way. There were some murmurings of how outsiders couldn't be trusted, and Rean sighs. It hurt a bit, but they'd just have to prove that they could be trusted by making this right. The last time he was here, he'd heard about what was going on from Solty. It was good that they'd at least gotten /some/ supplies, but now someone was keeping the rest from going where they belong. And based on how badly Rose wanted that emerald back then, they really needed to fix things. Speaking of Rose, it looked like she and her family were their contacts. And Staren opens up with a very intense response. Rean sighs. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
Ganondorf Dragmire	The Undercity. It is a pit. A refuse pit. It is a place to shove the unwanted, the downtrodden, the broken. A place to cast away those who do not fit in the ideal world above. Troublemakers. Demagogues. Sacrifices to that thing called "society." It is a trash can that reinforces the trash, with words like thief and pickpocket forced into synonymity by those above in order to make the ones who live in the light feel less guilty about their own actions, in order to heap all the world's evil upon the heads of the innocent below. It is a gutter. It is a ghetto. It is a storehouse for the unloved. It is a place of people almost exactly like the Gerudo, and in that, Ganondorf's oft-buried nobility is set aflame. He is not here for money. He is not here for reward. He is here because there are people like his in need, and it is one of the few bright points in the Great King of Evil's black-fire soul, that sympathy for those like the Gerudo. That is not to say it is purely noble, his intentions - allies are worth having, and if they won't be allies, they'll be weapons against Hyrule. That sympathy may rage in his breast, but it won't stop him from using them all the same. They are not Gerudo. They are merely...similar. And similar is a small price to pay for Hyrule to be set aflame. The Gerudo King carries himself with the pride of those downtrodden people. He is not an outsider here. His regal bearing is that of a wolf who has fought back all his life. His proud eyes smolder with righteous flame, the flame of a man who lived their situation, who watched others live the same. He carries himself with the pride of one who lives under the thumb of another, who has heard the same slurs as these folk, who has lived that life, though perhaps not to the same extent. He does not engage in the bickering or the conversation. Indeed the Great King of Evil stands apart from them, walking forward with a methodical pace on the flank of Larry. He is much, much taller than anyone else in the group, and has to duck down several times to avoid hitting his head on anything, including basic doors. He is also much wider than most of the group, with shoulders that could probably carry two of the group's smaller members with ease. He offers no thoughts on the matter of a fight. It will come down to one. And then he will end it, and take out some of his still-latent frustration over the events of the Song of Healing on some...perhaps less deserving, but no less... ...in the path.
Solty Revant	Larry, the red-haired elder of the Anderson trio, looks over his shoulder at the group as the discussion turns to the prospect of violence. "It is entirely possible that they will force you to engage them. They have already proven that they are willing to hurt people to keep their claim. I hope it doesn't come to that, and I hope even more strongly that you will at least use some restraint if it does. As the young lady said, this area is durable but not at all sturdy. Explosions or heavy arms could bring the tunnels down and hurt innocent people. We are trying to stop that, so..." "So don't going all overboard like always happens when you Multiversals get involved!" Andy pipes in. He is apparently the outspoken hot-head of the group. "Oh please, like we have any room to talk in that regard, Andy." Rose says, smirking at her brother. He just hmphs and keeps going. Even as they are speaking, and with Larry trying to be aminable, the caution in them is obvious. And the bit of amazement at the collection of people. Solty and Roy walk along mostly silently, but Roy growls every now and then, and at one point says, "The only good thing about Rita being dead is that she didn't get stuck down here." Rose looks over her shoulder at him and smirks lightly. "It isn't really that bad down here, all things considered. Sure, we have trouble every now and then, but we can usually handle it pretty well. This is one of the only times we'd accept outside help. We just don't have the muscle to force them out. So, just relax old man. With these guys behind us, those criminals will be routed in no time! That is, if they don't give up immediately upon seeing the Flower of Justice." She gives a wink and a bit of a pose. Roy just hmphs grumpily and keeps walking. They reach another tunnel, deep in the complex and leading to a wide open area that is obviously a warehouse. And inside are literal tons of supplies. Also inside...dozens of guards with obvious cybernetic enhancements. Most are as much machine as man, and unlike Solty their robotic limbs are easily identifiable as robotic. In fact, they are designed that way to be more effective armor and to house more weapons. At the entrance to the warehouse the group is stopped by two guards who stand some 8 feet tall with full cybernetic armor. "Stop right there! If you want some supplies, you gotta cough up the dough just like everyone else. Doesn't matter if you are Andersons or animal people or what." Solty steps forward and stares them down with no sign of fear. "We are here to get all of the supplies. They do not belong to you, and you hurt people to get them. If you leave, there's no need for anyone else to get hurt, and we won't even turn you over to the authorities. But, people are sick and hungry, and they really need these supplies! So please, just leave them here and go away!" Roy pulls his gun from its holster, an oversized magnum with a grenade launcher on the underside. He doesn't aim it yet, but it is clear that like Staren he expects trouble.
Corona Arclite	Corona huffs softly and rolls her eyes. "Ah reckon no one wants to agree with him rawht now, but ScienceCat McRobotpants has a point. These bullies ain't gonna want to give the stuff back easily. Fightin' is pro'ly not avoidable, and a shootout ain't preferable." The vixen pauses to take off the work gloves she usually wears, then pulls a more mechanized gauntlet out of her hammerspace and shoves her right hand into it. It emits a hiss from pnumatic vents as it locks into place and she fiddles with it until the electric arcs crackle inside the crystal hub on the back and send smaller current sparks briefly crackling along the knuckles. "So we keep the inevitable throwdown short and precise." This is why you brought a professional mixed martial artist along as a sidekick, ain't it Corona? Maybe, or maybe it's just luck. Either way they're here, and low and behold already got guards holding them up. "What the lady said," Corona steps up next to Solty, but that's all she's got to say. Fox of few words at times like this. Also because her attention is already on the guards, and more accurately their augmentations, gaze fixed and ears forward. Like a proper engineer she's already analyzing, strategizing, and devising the fastest way to disable them with her mechanical expertize.
Android 17	Once Solty has had her speech, Seventeen brushes past her with a hand on her shoulder. Just a friendly, 'Hey let me have a shot at this.' Seventeen, stands up to the cybernetic man who is telling them to shove off, and simply walks up to him. He reaches a hand out, and if taken... "I'm Android Seventeen," He says, as he puts just enough strength to try and force the man he is shaking the hand of to his knees on the ground. Applying just the right force to do this, as he stares into the man's eyes. "I don't know what you are getting paid, and I don't care. But right now, I have a lot of very unhappy people who heard you're extorting people. Now, I know this is just a big misunderstanding, and the issue is your boss, and not you..." So he leans in, face to face with the man, "So I suggest you go home...or I'm going to start TRYING," Seventeen says, with that very unemotive face and tone, before it turns into a forced smile. "And trust me...I got plenty of strength to spare," A little extra squeeze to make his point heard.
Staren	So don't going all overboard like always happens when you Multiversals get involved! Staren stops and looks at Andy. "Oh. I'm sorry. Are we just here to WATCH how you solve this problem, because the stuff YOU'RE trying is working out great? You called us in here to be the big guns, either because you don't have them or you don't want to get your hands bloody." He continues walking. "I'll keep it in mind." They reach the group and Staren looks over them. "I see. Would you like that payment in particle beams," he taps the cannons built into his armor, then reaches up and taps the gun strapped across his back, "Laser, grenade launcher," then the missile launchers pop up, "Missiles," and then he opens his bag and starts rummaging through it, briefly pulling out weapons and then putting them back, "plasma swords, more laser, railgun, more missiles, micro-missiles, this one shoots exploding bullets, this one shoots smart bullets, so does this one, more grenades, ooh this is a cool one, it shoots bullets made of light that explode like half a ton of TNT, and so does this one..." This goes on for awhile, as Staren hopes to intimidate them by showing how outclassed they are in armament.
Rosa Borrasca	Rosa had no doubts that these guys wouldn't really care to just hand stuff over. If they're willing to steal it in the first place, they're not just gonna hand it over if asked nicely. Even if asked nicely by a bunch of people with guns. The bounty hunter has moved off to one side while the big, much more obvious folks 'negotiate'. She's good at lurking in the dark and waiting for the moment to strike. Maybe these will be smart guards, and they'll realize they're not in a good position. Or maybe they won't and she'll rip off one of their robot arms and beat them with it. It's their choice at this point.
Ganondorf Dragmire	Guns are drawn. This is a mistake. Solty speaks up, but Ganondorf just walks past her. The massive, looming monster of a man, almost nine feet tall and three feet wide, goes striding forward without stopping. The light begins to twitch around him, as if the lighting itself is starting to choke and die. The shadows grow long with each passing step. Staren starts pulling out weapons. Seventeen makes demands. Corona fixes her gaze on the augmentations. Ganondorf just walks forward. The shadows at his feet - are they alive? Are they twitching? Are they...are they growing? The light is dying. The light is dying. The Great King of Evil has not bothered to stop. He is well within firing range. He has not bothered to speak. He has not bothered to acknowledge even the presence of these men, these petty, pitiable things that think they are thieves, that think they can threaten him. That think they are such that can endanger the Gerudo King, the Warlock of the Sands. It would be laughable in another situation, where his rage was not smoldering, was not boiling over. The shadows at his feet are definitely thrashing, now, as if alive. And the shadows on the wall around him. The shadows everywhere are dancing, dancing, thrashing and dancing, the darkness acknowledging the presence of the Great King of Evil as he walks now basically into melee range. He has not bothered to stop because there is no need to stop. Weapons, these men understand. Guns. Force. Strength. Physical power. Physical might. Numbers. These men understand overwhelming force, and so they are the sort to believe they can counter it. They are the sort who believes that such weapons cannot possibly equal the weapons they have - the sort who will run to their leader, their Big Brother, their protector, and whine, and hope that they will be able to sort things out. Ganondorf has neither the time nor the inclination for such things. They draw the conflict out. They are a pain. They are a nuisance. And men like this do not understand magic. Arms suddenly burst into purple hate. Legs overflow with liquid red rage. Yellow eyes emerge from cybernetic arms, turning upwards to blink at the men they are attached to. The oozing, roiling Malice of Ganondorf's heart spills out into their weapons and turns them into his. He still has not spoken. He also has not stopped walking.
Staren	While others continue negotiation, Staren's still doing his thing in the background. "Ooh, I need to try THIS one out more, each bullet is a miniature anti-tank warhead, it's SUPER cool..."
Nanoha Takamachi	Going overboard... Yeah, that description probably includes Nanoha. She looks a little sheepish at the comment, but doesn't say anything as she continues to follow the group forward. Soon enough they reach the location of the supplies. Along with the current owners. The obvious cybernetics draw a brief look of concern from Nanoha. Not because of what they are. Nanoha has a number of friends who are cyborgs! But because of what they represent, a willingness to use weapons and to fight. As the two sides begin to size each other up and the intimidating begins, it's pretty clear that the situation is quickly spiraling out of control. Also, are the lights going out? Nanoha steps forward a bit, turning so she can face both sides and raises her hands, "Now now, everyone. There's no need to turns this into a fight. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement." She looks at the guards, "One the benefits both sides." She looks at the elites, "And that won't accidentally lead to the destruction of the supplies." Nanoha's gaze is finally drawn to Ganondorf, who seems to be doing everything he can to make himself look scary. Which likely isn't going to help resolve the issue. Nanoha looks concerned.
Rean Schwarzer	And everyone's getting ready to fight, pulling out weapons and...whatever Ganondorf is doing to people's arms and legs, pulling this from just threatening the thieves to just straight up attacking them. Rean nods at Nanoha's observation. "She's right. I don't think any of us want the supplies getting destroyed, so..."
Solty Revant	Andy turns to Staren in the blink of an eye at Staren's response. "Hey! Just because we called you doesn't mean you can do whatever the hell you want down here! If you can't handle a little request for self-restraint then we don't need you! We're here to help the people, not just destroy something and screw whatever or whoever gets hurt in the crossfire! If you can't deal with that, then the tunnel exit is back there! We need cannons, not LOOSE cannons!" Larry just facepalms at the two of them. The guard that Seventeen approaches sneers at the offered hand, and takes it with the same intent as the android. There is plenty of strength behind his own cybernetic grip...but not as much as the android's. There is creaking of metal as it starts to crush inward, and the goon's sneer slowly fades to pain and surprise. The other guard blinks. "Hey, you alr-" His words cut off as Staren starts listing and displaying his multitude of weapons. The first guard ends up on that knee as Seventeen intended, but there is defiance in his expression even as he is left shuddering from the pain of his hand being slowly crushed. The second guard looks between those people gathered and intimidating them, then crosses his arms...and those with sharp eyes might notice him pressing something on the wrist of one of his gauntlet-like hands in the process. They other guards inside the warehouse are starting to gather when Ganondorf uses his shadow powers on the door guards. Their armor sprouts those eyes and fills with darkness, and they suddenly don't looks so brave anymore! The first guard's cybernetics are completely turned thanks to his will already being weakened thanks to Seventeen, and Ganondorf gets one puppet with what turns out to be quite a bit of weapons. The second guard is frozen in place, fighting against the control as best he can but slowly losing. Roy looks pretty unnerved by all the resources the elites bring to bare, and the Andersons are kind of in fearful awe. They have a bit of experience with the multiverse, but not this much, and certainly no magical possession or huge stash of micro weapons experience. They step back, knowing when they would just be in the way in a fight. Then goons inside are watching all of this with fearful expressions. They all have cybernetic enhancements and can see that Android 17 can still crush some of their most heavily armored guys. Staren has a lot of weapons. But, it is Ganondorf's display that puts things over the top. All of these guys have enhancements, and seeing their fellow enhanced have their enhancements turn into some sort of eldritch horror things makes all of them very nervous. The two door guards couldn't stop them now even if they tried, and the guards inside start to back away toward emergency exits.
Solty Revant	"Alright. That's quite enough." comes a sudden, deep voice from a man who somehow apparently just appeared just behind the door guards. He is pretty tall himself, and doesn't have the obvious enhancements of the others except for a silver metal patch over one eye that looks bolted into place. And he isn't carrying any guns. Just a two-handed energy sword styled to look like a katana. Which is currently held with its glowing blue blade pointed at Ganondorf's chest, only a foot or two away from him. "The kids are right. Getting in a fight here would be dangerous to everyone -and- could ruin the supplies. No supplies, no money or relief. So, let's see if we can come to some sort of arangement, shall we?" The way the others turn to him, this man is obviously the leader. He's tall, almost 7 feet, obviously strong judging by how he holds that sword in just one hand at full extention, and unlike the others who are clad in patchwork armor that one might expect of a lawless area he is wearing a dark blue suit with a crimson red tie. He has the confident smile of someone who can handle themselves, and the long reddish-brown hair of someone who knows they look good. "But first, release those two men of mine." It looks like he won't budge on that point, and the group of guards around him seem bolstered by his confidence. "Oh, and I suppose introductions are in order for a negotiation. You can call me Yamato."
Android 17	Seventeen holds the man's arm just right for a bit of time, noting the guards behind the gate starting to run. Even as the other man arrives, he holds his captive steady until he is asked to release him. As if a pneumatic pressure valve finally released, the hand let go allowing the guard to fall backward. He eyes Ganon from the corner of his gaze, deciding to be a bit wary around the man for now. For the moment, his gaze remains focused on Yamato. Seventeen does not relax his stance and retains the same non-emotive face as before as he regards Yamato. "Alright, terms are really simple, you leave now and that's that. It's that simple."
Staren	"Huh, you wanna talk now? Are you sure? Because I reeeeally wanna test those anti-tank warhead bullets..." Staren drops the act. "So. We finally get someone willing to talk." Staren points a thumb at himself. "Staren Wiremu. Hand of the Concord. I guess on this world all that means is I'm some guy who pissed off your government. But look: If you're able to round up all this muscle..." He gestures at the now-monstrous cyborgs writhing in agony or whatever, "You could go somewhere and make money as mercenaries. Is staying here and abusing the people the government is already stamping on really all you can manage? ...Because if it is, you're done, and you can give up the easy way or the hard way." Staren shrugs. "And if it's not... then dude, why are you and your boys wasting time HERE? The Multiverse is your oyster, go get some pearls. Just don't do anything that'll get me called in to stop you again. Got it?"
Nanoha Takamachi	Oh good, the opportunity to talk this out hasn't become impossible quite yet. At they very least they now face themselves with the leader of this gang. One that seems to at least want to consider the possibility of a negotiation. As Android 17 demands their immediate departure, in a not very diplomatic way, Nanoha laughs a little nervously, "What he means is that, you should consider your situation here. Let's face it, trying to hold on to these supplies is going to hurt you in the long run... Even ignoring the short term. Once the people providing these supplies realize that you're taking them-our presence here a clear indication that they soon will, if they haven't already-they're going to stop with the deliveries. And eventually you'll run out. And all you'll be left with is a lack of supplies and the Undercity community despising you for what you've done." First, give them a reason to not continue with their current actions. Then, provide them with better ones. So Nanoha continues, "On the other hand, if you agree to act as fair distributors for these supplies, providing your fellow Undercity citizens with equal and agreeable access to them... Then it's a good bet that not only will the shipments continue, but they might even increase. All the while you end up in a position loved by the people here. A win-win situation, no?"
Corona Arclite	Corona briefly glances down as the paranatural meters on her analytic device start fluxating, and takes a noticable step back from Ganondorf as the Gerudo demon-king steps forward. Cue the guards' cybernetics going all magipunk body horror on them. That's... something. Maybe a bit excessive, but it seems to get the job done alongside Seventeen just outright crushing the other guy's grip. That fella though, definately someone to watch out for when they end up on opposite sides of a conflict though, and be glad none of her augmentive gear is actually cybernetic. That gets messy apparently. An ear flicks faintly, the tip of her tail twitches. If there's one thing she's learned in her career, it's never underestimate the locales just because it looks like they're on a lower standard. Just because this Yamato fellow doesn't visible show augmentation doesn't mean he's not, he's just more subtle about it than his brute goons. His presence is probably going to bolster their spirits a bit, even after that display... He probably does that horrible and worse to those that fail him. She's about to say something but Staren speaks up. There's a pause, and then she turns her head just enough to shoot him a look. Why are you encouraging criminals to go make more trouble outside their own world?? Multiverse has enough problems!
Rosa Borrasca	The jaguar woman puts one hand on her face, using it in a way to both block the horrible sight that is those guys being turned into horrible monsters from within their own bodies by Ganondorf, and also to hide her expression when the new guy shows up. The attitude he brings to the table, that air of confidence, she's definitely seen that before. He's way stronger than he looks, and she knows better than to tangle with him, especially since he seems to be the only one willing to negotiate after everyone they've encountered thus far.
Rean Schwarzer	And then the group's leader shows up. His clothes are different than the others, like he's of higher stature than them. Rean frowns. That's...weird, but he's not sure what that means here. "What exactly do you need the supplies or the money /for?/" Rean asks. "If you're just taking them to be selfish, then that's obviously not going to work anymore." He then remembers Rose's theft attempt. " But if you need the money to help out down here or something, surely there's another way that's not going to hurt the people that are here more."
Ganondorf Dragmire	The eyes blink. They blink. THE GROWING YELLOW EYES BLINK AND LOOK AROUND. This is horrifying. It's made even more horrifying by the mouths starting to sprout from legs, from elbows. The mouths full of teeth. The gaping, purple maws, ready to chomp down on anything. The arm completely under Ganondorf's control grows another mouth on the hand, the eye swivelling around for something to bite. And then someone actually competent shows up. The glowing blue blade gets a thin smile from Ganondorf. That's better. A shadow jumps up to grab the blade. It's just a shadow - literally, a shadow wrapped around the blade. It's not wresting control of it, or trying to take it away - it's holding it back from stabbing through the Great King of Evil. Ganondorf is not, after all, superhuman. A warlock, a wizard, a destined monster. But not superhuman. He dies the same as anyone else impaled with a blade. "No." It is the first words from the Great King's mouth the entire time. The voice is as deep and dark as the shadows. "No, I will not release them." Those red eyes stare down at the man calling himself Yamato. They're deep, and full of hate, and Ganondorf makes no bones about it. He is a being whose hate and anger and Malice is so pure it can bubble up and take control of other things, so strong it can shape the land around it. "You hold the supplies hostage. I hold your men. The supplies are your card. Your men are mine." "But I am of a mind to flip that card, Topsider." The word hangs in the air, acid dripping down the sky. He just lets it hang. It's a word full of poison. A word spat from an oppressed to an oppressor. The shadows are thrashing now. The arms under Ganondorf's control are turning on their owners. The legs are starting to kneel. "Do you think I do not know?" Ganondorf's voice is cold. "Do you think that I, Ganondorf, Great King of Evil, do not see what you are? Do you think that I am so easy to fool as these around you? As these unknowing, distant do-gooders who have come into this land in the hope of appealing to your better nature as one of these people?" "You are NOT one of these people!" Ganondorf roars, "You are an oppressor! You are not content with simply pushing your evils upon them! You are not content with their sacrifice, with branding them as thieves and liars, with branding them as murderers and wicked folk to be pushed underground! You are not content with making them miserable!" "You must also profit off their misery!" This isn't going to be resolved peacefully. This is going to be resolved with those shadows going right for the man's throat. Ganondorf does not negotiate with oppressors.
Solty Revant	Yamato blinks at Seventeen, then laughs a bit. "So, surrender. No terms, huh? That doesn't really give me much reason to go." he says. Staren speaks up, and Yamato looks to him. "Mercenaries get paid well sure, but they are expected to die if the need arises. We're prepared to kill. We don't really like dying. That's just basic survival there, kid." he says. He does look to be middle-aged at least. "But, we must have pushed things a bit too far if a bunch of big guns showed up. Usually we stay just under the radar. People know about us but don't interfere because there just isn't enough interest or money to be made." Nanoha addsd her arguments, and Yamato smirks and shrugs lightly. "Hey, they didn't even want this stuff until recently. We probably wouldn't even have attracted attention if it hadn't been for the wave of sickness that went through. Then people needed more meds and food." Rean speaks up, and Yamato laughs outright. "Need? This isn't about need, kid. This was a pretty good payday until you guys showed up, and no one was really getting hurt until that sickness. So...no, we're not trying to help anyone but ourselves here. I won't pretend we are some group of noble thieves or anything like that. These supplies were just sitting here, and an entrepreneur takes advantage of a situation when he sees an opportunity." Those yellow eyes blinking and looking around is definitely unnerving, and many of the other guards step back once more. Even Yamato stares for a few seconds, then shakes his head. "Now that's a neat trick. Can't say I've seen that before." he says, maintaining his confident smirk even as those shadows hold his blade. He doesn't try to break loose for now. He notices Rosa standing back and smirks at her. "Nothing to say, kitty?" he asks, just to get a rise most likely. Ganondorf starts speaking, and that smirk fades to a frown. "What?" he growls when Ganondorf refuses to release the men. He listens to Ganondorf, and that frown deepens. "Hey, I'm no Topsider! Do you know how many scams like this it took to pay for these augments, this sword, and this suit?" he says. He watches as the two door guards are forced to their cybernetic knees, then looks at Ganondorf. "Luckily for me, the topsiders don't really care if we come and go so long as we don't cause trouble for them. It's easy to move back and forth, and with a little money and some black market connections you can get anything they have up there even down here." He grins after that. "I can't really deny that the topsiders are oppressors though. I'm just fighting the power here, taking back some of it from them. Those murders and wicked folk flock down here to where there is no law. You could say I'm actually performing a public service by hiring them and keeping them in line. Just imagine the anarchy down here if these scum just ran around doing whatever they wanted."
Solty Revant	Yamato grips his sword more tightly and with both hands, and it pulses with energy before he yanks it free of those shadows and backs up just a bit into a more proper sword stance. "So, here's my counter offer. Release those two, and...we'll be on our way. We could probably give you a good fight, but I know when there's no point. We'll just go off and leave these supplies here. There's always other opportunities. Other paydays. Or...you don't let us go. And we just destroy the supplies to cover our escape." The men behind him get the message, and they start deploying their own weapons as if to back up his offer. "Your choice. Like you said, it won't do you any good if the supplies are destroyed or this place caves in under those homes above us." His confident smirk has returned. He seems pretty sure they can pull of an escape, one way or the other.
Staren	The moment the guy pulls a 'we're doing you a FAVOR' line, Staren adjusts his stance so that the beam cannons are aimed -- they're on his armor, so he doesn't have to be obviously readying a weapon. But he doesn't fire. No, he'll wait for Ganondorf or Nanoha to use magic bullshit to stop the underlings from trashing the supplies first. Actually, he'll get a missile lock on them all, just in case.
Ganondorf Dragmire	It's already over for this man. It was over for him when the shadows crept up his back. It was over for him when Ganondorf realized what he was. It was over for him when Ganondorf spoke aloud what he was, to see if any of his men were misguided fools, were dupes, were suckers in a sucker's game. They were not. And they were going to fight. So they were going to die. Malice erupts from Ganondorf's hand. It is a wicked, horrible thing to look upon, gathered darkness wrapped around his fingers, pulsating purple ooze the color of hate, the color of anger, the color of spite and wrath made manifest. It is the purest form of human emotion distilled into something sickening through evil magicks, through warlockery of the highest sort, sacred warlockery of a people it embodies - a people beaten down and broken. He is no Topsider, he claims. He has merely sold out to them. Ganondorf lunges forward. His hand goes for the man's head. It will not be kind. It will not be soft. It will not be a gentle grab with some burning fingers to score his face. He is going to grab the man's face and slam it into the ground, and as he does so, discharge all the Malice in his palm straight through the man's eyes. For there is one thing Ganondorf hates more than oppressors. And that is traitors who join them. The roar of satisfied hate is little more than an afterthought at that point, righteous rage roaring triumphantly through the caverns.
Android 17	Seventeen sees that the man knows the situation has turned very much against him, so it'd be smart for him to leave. He at first rejects Seventeen's 'terms' but then simply accepts them on his own. Pride, whatever, Seventeen doesn't care as long as they leave and the supplies get taken away. The man's attitude isn't great, but at least he's honest about it. Of course, he was also waiting to see what Ganon did. When the hand moves, Seventeen does as well. His form flickering out of sight, as he aims to appear between the two, his hand attempting to catch Ganon's own and hold it tightly. "They've already surrendered, and they're leaving. The only thing you are doing is endangering the people you are wanting to defend, as well as gambling their lives on his bluff," Seventeen says.
Ganondorf Dragmire	Ganondorf is stopped. The purple, roiling malice pours off his hand. When Seventeen grabs it it's like grabbing fire. It's white-hot and vacuum-cold, equal parts freezing and burning. Cold spite and blazing wrath. Hate that keeps one warm on a frigid evening. Vengeance, turning and turning, kept chill and cool for the hot day when its piercing pain will be most keenly felt. Grabbing it is a terrible thing. It will probably leave a burn mark. It might even eat away at some of the flesh. Touch Damage is a pain in the ass. Ganondorf's eyes are rage. When he turns them upon Seventeen all the android can see is, indeed, that Great King of Evil, that title so well-earned. This is a path that can lead to one place and one place only. The dark-skinned man has earned that place. He has earned that path. He wrenches his hand free from Seventeen's only by virtue of the roiling Malice's discomfort. He could not otherwise break Seventeen's grip. Seventeen can tell that though he is massive and meaty, he is no stronger than an ordinary man. That kind of confidence, from an ordinary man - though granted an ordinary man carrying an abnormal title and an unbelievable evil. Is it confidence, though, or is it simple, raw, and unfiltered hate, and a determination not to let things end until they end on his terms? He turns away. His voice is so cold it could bring Autumn to a close. "You are spared today by the mercy of others," Ganondorf says, "Show your face again and you will not be so lucky. I will kill you. Smile, and laugh, and smirk, and speak your platitudes, and convince yourself that you could perhaps have survived me. And in your heart know that without this man you would be dead." "He has given you a chance to change your ways." "I will give you no such chance." The Great King of Evil starts walking away. The acidic Malice peels away from the hijacked cybernetics, disappearing in puffs of darkness.
Corona Arclite	Can't say she particularly agress with the method being used, but the overall point of the job is more important. Getting the stuff back to the people that need it is more important as far as Corona and her usual frontier justice mentality goes. ... And sometimes it is better to let a monster handle the monster. Despite all this going on Corona hasn't let down her guard. She might of been willing to let the thugs leave. Until destroying the supplies and caving in the structure is brought up. That would not be a good end to things... And Corona has this gut feeling that Ganondorf isn't going to stop dark arting all over this man just because of a few sickly sweet words. So it's less a matter of fighting, and more a matter of preventing Yamato's threat from being enacted on. Until Seventeen steps in and somehow manages to get him to back off. She mutters something under her breath about not taking his word completely at face value as she taps a few commands into her control device, summoning several of her drones. Not to attack. The clockpunk cuboids deploy multiple manipulator apendages so Corona can send them to start gathering up the supplies, and make sure there's not any nasty surprises hidden amongst them, because she doesn't trust this to not be some sort of trick in the end.
Nanoha Takamachi	Things seem to be going down hill, the gang's leader not appearing to take any of the options offered to him. But then there's a small ray of hope, as Yamato offers to just leave. Letting them skulk off is not the most ideal solution, Nanoha would have preferred one where they wouldn't cause anymore trouble. However, their main objective here today is the safe recovery of the supplies. That should be their focus. Ganondorf seems to disagree. The attack is launched, too quick for Nanoha to intervene. But thankfully someone else does. Light engulfs Nanoha as she transforms, her battle dress forming along with her staff. She quickly bursts into the air, moving into position to float above and behind Android Seventeen. In case Ganondorf attempts to press the issue. Nanoha is really grateful he doesn't. She was not looking forward to fighting him, based on what she's seen so far. She turns her head to look at Yamato, "Go, quickly. Before he changes his mind." Hopefully none of the others will interfere.
Android 17	Seventeen holds that hand, staring into the face of the King of Evil. Seventeen holds the stare, unwilling to back down on his position. With a wiggle of his hand, the great king is freed. This and Seventeen was only trying to stop the attack, not hurt or hold Ganon, as well as the discomfort from the touch damage. When the Great king finally leaves, Seventeen shakes his hand a few times, blowing on it. That was a spicy hand to grab, and he'll need to treat that when he gets a moment. Not the worse thing he's ever had to deal through. "Thanks," he says towards the back of Ganondorf, at least grateful that he listens to reason. Unlike...others...here. He turns his head back towards the leader, "Why are you still here?"
Staren	Staren was sure this was going to become a fight. However... The Great King of Evil has reluctantly declared the scum spared, on similar terms to Staren's offer. So he's not going to go back on the King's word. If any of the baddies haven't run away after Ganondorf's words, Staren hints "We'll take care of getting the supplies to the people, now." and gestures for them to run along.
Rean Schwarzer	REan Scowls. This guy was a real piece of work wasn't he? And then they...actually surrendered? Ganondorf's not having any of it, though which he probably should've seen coming. And yet despite all his posturing about 'You're just going to do it anyway' or how much of an ass this gangster was, his gut is saying something else, and draws his sword, preparing to move and block Ganondorf... But Seventeen is faster and gets there first, successful talking the King of Evil out of attacking. Rean sighs in relief. Well, that was a bullet dodged. For now at least. "Let's just...grab the supplies and get going." Rean says and moves to go grab them, wherever they are.
Solty Revant	The initial shadow strangle is only barely avoided by Yamato, and leaves him completely open when Ganondorf comes in with the intention to sear his face off with pure malice. That sword comes up in a flash to attempt to meet the attack...and he ends up just stumbling backward as Seventeen intervenes. He blinks at Seventeen, then looks at Nanoha before standing tall again. He listens to Ganondorf, his smirk now a frown. A more stupid or smarmy leader might taught him in such a situation, but Yamato does understand just how outclassed he and his group are when faced with people like this. The only taunt he gives is an audible deactivation of his energy sword. "Come on boys, this one's a bust." he says as he makes his way calmly toward one of the emergency exits. The others follow after him, most looking very relieved to have escaped alive. And the two door guards make a very hasty retreat for those emergency exits as well. "Holy hell man! Is that guy some sort of demon?!" one of the whisper exclaims to the other. "I think so!" the second whisper exclaims back. The group steadily files out, and as they are leaving the Andersons make their way in to help Corona look the supplies over. They look only slightly more at ease than the thugs, but Rose tries to lighten things up a bit. "Ehehe. Wow! That was...uh...something! Remind me never to get on that guy's bad side!" she says, then gives her hair a flip. "Thanks for your assistance, everyone! The Anderson Brothers and the Blue Meteor of Hope thank you!" She gives a cute sailor scout kind of salute, obviously something she practices. Larry nods lightly. "And thanks for not letting that Ganondorf guy escalate things. There's no telling how many might have been hurt or how these supplies would have fared. We don't really need to move them all, but I guess we do need to watch the supplies in case those guys or someone like them tries to take up residence down here again." Solty looks at Ganondorf as he departs, and bows to him as he passes. "Thank you for not hurting anyone needlessly." she says to him with that sunny smile of hers. Roy looks on with his gun still in hand. He isn't entirely sure that Ganondorf won't just take out a bit of frustration on one of them before he departs. Then Solty runs in to help with the supplies. Larry lists out those that are needed right away, medical supplies in particular, and those that want to can help carry them to the distribution points. The supplies are actually pretty well organized thanks to the gang. They are stacked neatly in various areas, making it easy to find what one is looking for.
Solty Revant	While they are working, Rose starts to hum a gentle tune...and it causes Roy to go stiff. "What the-..where did you hear that tune?" he demands of Rose. She just blinks at him in confusion. "Uh...I dunno. It just popped into my mind one day. Why?" Roy stares for a few long moments, then turns away. "...my wife...she loved that song...used to sing it to Rita..." he mutters barely audibly. Then, he just leaves. "Come on, Solty. Our job is done here." "Oh! Before you go!" Rose calls out. "We did manage to put together some compensation. It isn't much, but as long as you don't ask where the money came from you're welcome to take it." She hands out what seem to be prepaid credit cards of some kind to those that want one, and Solty takes one before following after Roy. "Thank you everyone! I don't think this could have gone any better!" she calls out to everyone before she leaves with Roy.
Corona Arclite	Corona Arclite pauses for a moment to glance at Larry's lists, then back to her controller to program in the priorities so her drones focus on what is needed immeadiately or has the potentially shortest times to experation first and foremost. Other than that she's quiet, focused on her work. And what happened. And what's she's potentially going to do when she eventually meets certain people on opposing sides down the line. Though that takes a backseat to finishing up this operation before something else comes up.
Staren	Staren turns to Larry. "Watch them? Got it." He starts placing tiny cameras around, then hands Larry a tablet and a device that will drop a trail of micro-scale radio repeaters along whatever path he needs in the tunnel. "Here. This should last for a few days; send me information on your power grid and I'll send robots later to set up a more long-term solution." Staren considers the offered credits. "It seems to me the ones you should be offering money to are the King of Evil and Seventeen. But, I won't say no to some untraceable local currency. Who knows when I might need to pay someone here?" He'll also take a load of supplies back to the people who need them. He's no superstrong resemble, but his power armor is about as mighty as a human strongman in that department.
Rean Schwarzer	"Thanks, but I'll pass." Rean says politely. He didn't really need to get paid for this, and well it was still stolen. He grabs as many supplies as he can though, and heads deeper into the Undercity to hand it out to people.
Nanoha Takamachi	Nanoha finally lets out a sigh of relief as the situation is finally settled. And without needing to break out the force! The Mage slowly floats down to the floor once mently, gently landing on it. She gives a smile to Rose when she thanks the group. However, as the credit card is offered to her, Nanoha waves it off, "That's alright. That money would be better off donated to the people here. I don't need it." Nanoha sticks around for a bit, watching over the movement of the supplies in case anything else might pop up. Or the gang decides to return.
Rosa Borrasca	"Hope I'm still getting paid." Mutters Rosa, as she puts her hands back in the pockets of her hoodie and wanders back over towards Corona, "I swear you take me on the weirdest dates." She jokingly says to the fox, before nudging her with an elbow.
Corona Arclite	There's a sort of embarassed sputter from the fox when Rosa phrases it like that, then Corona quickly tries to save face by ducking her head down as if focusing on her work with the control device. "Yer a damn expensive date at that," she retorts. And smirks a little afterwards. "Yet ya never say no, either."
Solty Revant	Larry nods to Staren as he takes the tablet. He doesn't seem too amazed by the offer, implying that things like this aren't that uncommon in this world. "Thanks. I'll pass the offer along, but the people down here weren't really happy that we had to call you Multiversals even for this. Don't expect too much." Rose blinks at Staren, then shrugs lightly. "Hey, if they don't want any money I'm not going to force them." she says to Staren, then makes sure Rosa gets one since the big cat is muttering over there. "Here." she says with a smirk as she hands over a card, then starts to reach for Rosa's ears...only to think better of it and laugh a bit nervously before backing away. "Expensive date? You guys are getting paid to go on this one!" she says with a grin as she hands Corona one of those cards as well. She also nods to Nanoha and smiles. "And the needy thank you for your generosity." she says, giving a little curtsey before slipping Nanoha's card back into her own pocket. "Weeellll...since we have so many strong people here I'm gonna head back and have a nice soak. Later!" Rose heads out, leaving Larry, Andy, and the elites to handle things here.