The ground shook violently as the sound of ear piercing explosives tore through the streets of Agrabah. Citizens screamed, ran, tripped, ran some more, it was chaos. In the midst of this disorder, Ryoko found herself unable to speak or move. She could only watch completely dumbfounded as the imperial palace was reduced to rubble by the massive ship in the sky. When she told Clacverk to use the ship this was not what she had in mind. The palace and the factory were important installations, to destroy them so flagrantly, she could not comprehend what was going through his mind, had he lost it? "My... Combs..." She said with what little breath she had. Many of her belongings were in the palace, no doubt they were gone now. One might expect her to be furious at the moment, but even that was beyond her right now. "Honestly... What the hell."

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As she walked deeper into the factory, it became more evident that they were in the right place. More and more mechanical wiring could be seen, haphazard design that reminded her of the room she had been kept in. Large tubes had been placed in such a way that they spilled out of the wall, like the spilled innards of a slaughtered animal. She could not express in words how much she wished to leave this place, but she felt she had an obligation to help. There were others like her that were being used as siphons for these factories of the dark. She already knew she'd have trouble sleeping, the guilt of abandoning those that shared her fate was not something she could take.

She only barely heard Alem as he walked away, she wasn't sure what he could be doing, but she didn't bother to ask. If there was anyone that was fine on their own, it was him. Rika stopped for a moment, acting as if she sensed something amiss. Asahina also had a feeling something bad was about to happen, but to be fair she'd had that feeling ever since she woke up. The Sultan suggested they move on, Rika agreed. But then that something bad happened.

The walls shook, and there was a banging that was as terrifying as the devil himself banging on your door. Asahina understood right away what was happening, they had been found out, and whoever it was above them had decided this position was disposable enough to excuse destroying it to get to them. This was just like the strike on her home in the academy, where anything that was in the way of exterminating the keyblade wielders was torn asunder. Rika called someone, though she couldn't hear a word that was said. She was too busy trying to calm her breathing. "Not... again!" Asahina cried out, struggling to not begin hyperventilating to the point she passed out. She summoned her keyblade and focused all of her magic into a clear spherical barrier around herself, large enough for multiple people to fit into. In a panic, she ran on ahead, not paying mind to Rika and the Sultan. 

Asahina sprinted through the shaking halls, debris bouncing off of her barrier along the way. Before long she found the room she was looking for, the large metal door that was meant to be a secure defense had been knocked over, as there was no longer a wall for it to be guarding. She looked for the container for the Princess of Heart, but it wasn't there. In it's place were torn tubes and wires, sparking with electricity. There was light coming in through a large opening in the ceiling, courtesy of the giant ship looming in the clouds. "W-what?" Asahina stared wide eyed at the metal box being lifted into the air by an unseen force. She could only assume it was the ship doing it somehow. But why? 
Did they not know what was inside that box? The true nature of the factories? With the machines no longer there to stabilize the Princess of Heart... She clenched her teeth, and pointed her keyblade at the box.

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Aladdin's hideaway shook as shock waves from the battleship's bombardment continued to pummel the palace grounds. Shizuka had wanted to leave right away to help, but Ace and Osa convinced her otherwise. At the moment, Shizuka was looking at the destruction through a pair of binoculars, while Ace configured a communication device on the table. He was just about to call Rika, when she beat him to the punch. She seemed out of breath, but for the wrong reason. Apparently she found this entire situation hilarious. Ace let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. The woman didn't seem to take very much seriously, either that or she'd been through a carpet bombing before. Rika tried to have the others see this as humorously as she did. He certainly didn't, and neither did Osa or Lin by the looks of it. He looked to Shizuka, who was still looking towards the palace. 

"Pfft.. hrm.. pfff.." 

Puffs of air pushed between her lips, and her shoulders were shaking. She wanted to laugh so badly.

"If you're going to laugh just do it." Ace said, as Rika ended the call.

"Wha? I-I'm not..." She muttered, but finally broke out into laughter. "What knuckleheads! Are they insane? Ace can we go down there already? The bombing's stopped."

"It may have stopped, but that doesn't mean it can't start again... Though they may need our help."

"Alright, let's go!"

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The metal prison containing the Jasmine had stopped it's ascent into the air, whatever force had been pulling it had been rendered irrelevant now. A chill ran down Asahina's spine as her shaking hands continued to point her keyblade upwards. Faint light grew on the tip of the blade, increasing in intensity over time. She should be able to do this instantaneously, but she had drained most of her magic using the barrier, and it had been a while since she had done anything like this. 

The source of the chill then turned into a feeling of malice, like a killer charging towards you swinging a bloody axe. Thick darkness began to pour from the ground around her, draining from the planet it's self and soaring into the sky. It all crashing into the box, passing through the metal as if it wasn't even there and infecting the woman inside. 

"A-Alem, Masaki!" Asahina screamed in a panic, in a few moments they were going to have a large problem on their hands. The box shook violently, and then was torn apart from the inside like a tornado of knifes spiraling inside a paperbag. Carved metal fell to the ground with a crash, but the person inside the box remained in the air. Jasmine, the Princess of Agrabah, had been corrupted just as she had.