[b]Junebird![/b]

Getting shot [i]sucks[/i]. Sure, the Impersonation Rig absorbed the impact and the blood dripping between your fingers is holographic, but that shit [i]reverberates [/i]inside your ribcage. Still. A small price to pay. You're here to save a life.

You've always hated @Sarahphim. Her stupid arrogance and complete lack of empathy turned you against her long before she dragged Euna down with her and you were helpless to stop it. How [i]dare [/i]she? How dare she treat hearts so coldly? What about her cruelty draws vulnerable people in close? Why did Euna keep giving her chances to hurt her? And now? She's dragged her all the way into outright [i]supervillainy[/i]! Separated her from her Corporation, her family, her ideals, everything she ever hoped to accomplish. You tried. You [i]tried [/i]to stop this. 

And you're going to keep trying. You're not going to let that selfish idiot rip something good from the world.

The E/Mauler is at maximum charge against your arm, crackling with its razor lines of null energy, concealed within the false blood flowing through your hands. The injury, again, sucks - but it was necessary. You're wearing the Shogun's face, after all, and if she wasn't wounded then your inability to conjure magic guns would be a lot more obvious. Plus it's the kind of thing that draws your target in close... 

It's not often you've run an op against a good-hearted person. You kind of hate how straightforwards it is.

"Errant!" Junebird-as-the-Shogun croaks from across the battlefield, limping forwards, hand clutching a terrible wound. "H-help!"

*

[b]Angel-IKA![/b]

"Fuck fuck fuck [i]fuck -[/i]"

You and Dominus dive to the side just as the entire corridor explodes in a pillar of cosmic flame. Dominus reacts like a trained professional - pulling you behind her, rising to one knee, and firing a volley from her rifle at that spooky, levitating black shadow outside. You react like an idiot, putting your hands over your head and wishing for magic werewolf powers. Dominus has to pull you by the arm again as Turbo Knight fires another shot that rips through the core of the Gears building, causing huge chunks of molten masonry to fall down on the starport below.

"This is your captain speaking," said Professor Gears over the intercom. "Please be advised that we are losing altitude, so hold onto something."

*

[b]Sir Lyra![/b]

Your Comlog beeps - BrandControl wants you to launch a heart-felt eulogy for Violet and Yates, currently lying unconscious below @Sarahphim's feet. You don't feel like doing that! You feel like backing away as rapidly as possible! 

But then there's the roar of engines. Smoke and fire and light start pouring from the launch site and the tip of the Doomsday Rocket becomes visible. At the same time there's an explosion in the sky and the enemy, uh, office building starts bleeding fire and light. A giddy laugh escapes your lips. This is it. [i]You've done it[/i].

And that's as good a cue to exit stage left as any.

*

[b]Amy Bentham![/b]

You stare up, wide-eyed, at the fire in the sky and the burning rubble coming down towards you from above. The security shutter remains fixedly open. Adults are running all about in all directions, but you stay where you are. You're holding Admiral Bearclops in your arms, after all, and he's a big scaredy cat. You need to keep calm, otherwise he'll panic.

The burning debris is getting closer.