[center][color=Magenta][h2]Alicia Harnick[/h2]
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Ragnarok-Butter Building, Kirby's Dream Land
Interacting: Frisk Dreemur[@Guardian Angel Haruki]
Mention: Guile[@Holy Soldier], Cloud Strife[@Holy Soldier], Banjo-Kazooie[@Etherean Fire], Rosalina[@Holy Soldier], Kirby[@Holy Soldier]
Word Count:780 [/color][/center]

Noting Guile's avoidance of answering her question, Alicia decided that she would aim for disabling shots over anything else, which meant she'd want to keep her shotgun holstered for the time being. If it really came down to it, she could pull the 4th Horseman out at a moment's notice and make whoever had forced her hand regret it for the rest of their very short lives. Still, as the blonde haired soldier showed those who needed the gas masks where to get them from the open crate, Alicia headed for a window she could better see out of for the remainder of the planning while thinking on the order for non-lethal tactics.

Back home in both The Last City and all across the solar system, prisoners were unheard of for the Guardians. Of course, there were plenty of older Guardians who could remember what happened to those the Hive took as prisoners and had shared the stories. Eris Morn had some of the more vivid tales, having hidden amongst the Hive on the moon for years as her friends were all slowly and painfully stripped of their Light and killed, and the thought brought a grimace to the Titan's face behind her helmet. While there didn't seem to be anything like the Hive here, if this Dedede had been infected by the Mugen virus, there was no telling what he'd do, and to that end, she swore she'd make sure no one had to face that risk, even if it cost The Stalwart her own life.

As she thought, the bulged form of Wario wailed that heroes didn't do the things that this 'Operation Dumbo' called for, but offered no comment, even as the pink puffball known as Kirby chanted 'Drop', which earned a very upset rebuke from said bulging form. Finally, the call to grab onto something like their lives depended on it, which had the Striker wrapping an arm around a strap that was connected by two points to the wall as the ship went completely vertical, dumping a wailing Wario Bros out of the back as the team of heroes and the two Council members either hung onto something or were held in place with help. Once the pair was clear of the rear door, Guile leveled out the ship with a barrel roll before closing the hatch. He informed the group that they only had thirty seconds before impact and the ship raced to put distance between itself and the approaching green cloud.

In the end, however, it wasn't enough, as the ship rattled, shook, and even seemed to be on the verge of going out of control if it weren't for the blonde haired soldier. The ship settled eventually, but the sight of the green mushroom cloud and unconscious enemies told a disturbing tale of Wario's gaseous powers, one that Alicia was glad her helmet would be filtering out all trace of in the air she breathed. There was no sign of their penguin target on the balcony he'd been on when they'd arrived before dropping Wario, and Guile said what the Titan had thought, that he'd retreated inside. Though, to her personal thought, she was certain he'd had help with that if the condition of all his soldiers was anything to say about the gas bomb. Once they were given the order to move out, Alicia did just that, jumping from the ramp and allowing her shielding to absorb the force of the landing, which forced her to wait for it to recharge in cover as the others caught up.

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The sixth floor of the building once they moved inside was utterly and obscenely grand, the kind of thing Alicia had heard Warlocks talking about Old Earth lords and kings having in their castles, as well as wide, spacious, and oddly circular. The Striker had just begun moving out and around one of the edges of the room when a beach ball with a pink ball wearing brown shoes and a jester's hat rolled into the middle of the room. Speaking in a rather excited manner, it introduced itself as Marx as well as one of Dedede's generals, which lead into a challenge for a battle. One last wicked grin revealed rather sharp incisors and that set Alicia's mind. While she wouldn't kill the puff ball, she would make it difficult as all hell for it to move or attack and proceeded to lay down suppressive fire from the Doctrine of Passing, the rounds aimed for effect over damage, while Frisk did whatever it was they were doing. [color=Magenta]"Don't take too long, Frisk. We don't know what this little pink ball can do."[/color]