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[i][b]~~~~~~Agrabah (Desert)-Empire/Trident-Class Warship~~~~~~ [/b][/i]

Silence fell for a few seconds after Nomis first spoke, the monitors hanging before him giving a rather simple diagram of the surrounding blank desert and nearby city, where a dozen or so dots that seemed to have been placed precisely throughout it were now reacting, lining up from one to the other until the response finally came through. 

"[color=2e3192]Eh? Claverkick? What do you want?[/color]" Came Ryoku’s voice back through one of the monitors, the clear annoyance present in her tone easily causing the sound wave to rise and distort with every word. Though silence once again fell, it was most likely due to the delay with broadcasting on such a new connection, Ryoku most likely only now receiving Nomis’ mention of the Factory and its Core, as well as the important need to not let another valuable asset be lost. 

"[color=2e3192]I know better than most that we cannot let this factory fall. Though... if it comes to it, that ship up there should be used to make sure they don't run off with anything again.[/color]" 

“[color=9e0b0f]My thoughts exactly, General. In fact work should already have started to counter another “Hollow Bastion” infiltration. Those I sent should…[/color]” While Nomis watched as one of the screens soon brought up a once static window, the images it soon showed were not that of a group heading down, deeper into the depths under the Palace and eventual Core, but of a group slowly floating back upwards, the sight of which they found now being that of two familiar figures and a rather sizeable group of bloodied Empire-Garbed bodies. 

The tight grip of his fingers soon dug deeply into the arms of the metal framed chair, but it was the way the very steel paneled floors around it began to ripple and in some cases even twist its whole form around itself, that was the most troubling sign of Nomis’ pent up rage to everything these two were responsible for. 

“[color=9e0b0f]Kill them...Kill them this very instant![/color]” Said Nomis, the sudden anger echoing and broadcasting through the very floating-eyed Birugs that were still firmly watching Cerden and Flora, even as the large desert-bound ship began to rise into the air. 

“[color=9e0b0f]General! We have two intruders within the Palace, and with the way they have already dealt with your soldiers it might be there are even more throughout its underground! I am now heading into position to deal with the Core personally…[/color]”

At the end of his announcement, the sight of Agrabah itself slowly tilted into view before Nomis, the large Warship slowly turning towards the city as it glided above the ocean of sand beneath it. 



[i][b]~~~~~~Agrabah (Palace)-Empire/Underground hallways of the Factory~~~~~~ 
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As the Birugs and Hooded Figures floated and stood in respective silence and peacefulness at the sight of Cerden and Flora, the lenses of the floating eyes still whirled and focused on every little aspect of the current blood-covered scene they had found. Though the silent stare of the machines and cloaked creatures were unnerving, it was the sudden burst of a voice clearly filled with rage and familiarity that would have been the most worrisome for the man and woman.

“[i][color=9e0b0f]Kill them...Kill them this very instant![/color][/i]” Roared Nomis through the small collection of Birugs, his simple order immediately causing a reaction with the group under his control. 

With the lenses of the machines already charging and firing blasts of energy at Cerden and Flora, the sudden growls of the Hooded Figures, some of which soon stepping forward with now twisted and morphed forms while the rest continued back down the set of stairs they were on. While their once full body cloaks were now stretched and tattered over their changed forms, the clear sign of metal laced clawed hands and legs was a show of what laid below the surface. 

Suddenly leaping from the back and over the still rapidly firing Birugs, the tall hunched over Tattered Figure landed with a thud on top of Flora, the darkness under its hood which still kept the being’s face hidden was clearly more than just shadow. Even face to face all that could be see were the creature’s bright purple eyes, though the frenzied swipes of its skeletally long arms and nails were probably much more noticeable than anything else at the moment, even that of the loud shakes and rumbles that soon began to plague the underground hallways.



[i][b]~~~~~~Agrabah (City)-Empire/Trident-Class Warship~~~~~~[/b][/i] 

Though the passing of the ship as it traveled over the desert was more or less silent, the large sand dunes rippling and washing away as the massive Warship moved through the air above it, once reaching the city every building and person was capable of feeling the sudden shaking of it passing overhead as it made its way in the direction of the Sultan’s Palace. Once over the Palace, the ship slowly made one last turn, stopping once over one of the largest of the Sultan’s garden grounds and allowing it to final prepare the last stage. 

While it took a minute to appear and align, the multitude of the cannon-like weapons that jutted out from the underbelly of the ship soon seemed to focus on a particular point within the garden, that of a large courtyard with a symbol of the Empire, something that had been spreading throughout the slow redesign of the Palace for some time. 

The first barrage of shots were no doubt the loudest, the shots themselves as well as the eruption of stone crushing and erupting into the air would have made a terrifying sight, like some kind of roaring sandstorm. Digging deeper with every blast, what once had been chiseled sandstone soon turned to rock, was just as quickly removed to reveal that of dust covered metal beneath its surface. Soon even that was torn away by the ship’s cannons, still making its way deeper into the ground. 

From the command-chair of the ship, Nomis continued to watch what was occurring below thanks to the monitors, the man silently glaring as he spoke to those at the deepest parts of the Factory, the Core. 

“[color=9e0b0f]Finish the sealing and draining of all output power links from the Core, and prepare Disembark Procedure...the Factory can be rebuilt…[/color]”