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Without passion, Abigail watched the miniature demon turtle hurry off towards the cells where his siblings were likely being held.  The little guy seemed more frustrated about the change in his plans than she had anticipated, but with his forces and the fact that whatever was going on wasn't likely to be able to pierce his thick hide, she was sure he'd be okay.  It was the goomba forces he controlled she was... not exactly worried about, but less certain they'd make it out alive.

With a shrug, she turned her attention back to the man in charge of the imperial forces.  As he spoke she noted a smugness about him she wasn't a fan of, but she decided to let it past, as the circumstances weren't right for a personal vandetta.  Besides, she was going to, in all likely hood, need a ride when everything was over, and the man was her best bet.  So with a smile, and bow of her head, she stepped aside to allow the infantry with flamethrowers to go by, into the room, where the target as well as the monsters waited.

Abigail, walking behind the storm troopers with flame throwers, entered a large tunnel, with high ceilings.  There were various posters on the walls, with pictures of things everyone should want.  Even in space, where nobody could hear you scream, everyone wanted to shuck their wares.  Occasionally, off in the distance, a terrified scream could be heard, but that was rare as most sounds were drowned out by the various weapon fire, which seemed to come through the vents almost as much as the actual air.  

The sounds were distracting at first, but with a little bit of effort she was able to drawn them out.  What she couldn't turn off was her sense of haki that covered a 45 meter radius from where she was standing.  It was this that unnerved her.  She could feel hostile life flowing from nearly every direction.  Most of it was gathered around other living personal.  She could also feel the feelings and intents.  From the strange creatures all she could feel was anger and hunger like a zombie plague, and every other life form near them radiated almost nothing but complete terror.

They were close to, wherever they were.  She could feel them scurrying along the walls, ceiling above them and even under their feet, and all they felt was hunger.  Then, she noticed something else slip into her radar just as the lights began flickering.  [color=red]"They're coming"[/color] The woman in red, said with a surprising calm as she was no stranger to battle and preferred it over the cat and mouse game.  [color=red]"And they're hungry"[/color]  Just as she spoke several large, green and brown entities, shaped like men that belonged in another world, rushed around a corner, raising hands with long, brutal tendrils, to bear down the storm troopers at the lead.  

[color=red]"Those aren't the problem"[/color] Abigail's eyes moved towards the vent openings which ran along the halls.  There were loud pops from the vents on both sides of the advancing party.  Green mist sprayed from the vents, which were only capable of holding on for a few more seconds before a tide of green, and brown bulbous creatures starting pouring out.  [color=red]These are the problems[/color] Abigail said as she drew her blade, which promptly turned the color of obsidian.