Solinus Sea

Having walked the entire beach and back to where she came out of the water, Cy stood silently looking out towards the horizon and sighed as she thought of her sister and her son. "Where ever you are, I will find you and we will find a way to get off this world." she closed her eyes and enjoyed the blowing of the wind, as it caressed her face and blew her hair about, what loose pieces that is. After a while she turned and redressed in her armor and stretched before looking up towards the cliff. "No time better than now." she muttered.

With a deep breath Cy crouched before launching herself upwards and landed lightly on the cliff. With a nod she began to walk. Uncaring that she was on a whole new world or that she was alone. She wasn't your normal average girl. Hell she was far from it and grinned as she enjoyed the whipping wind. Though she seemed relaxed and unaware of her surroundings, that was far from the truth. For she saw far and heard much as she walked.

After days of traveling and seeing nothing but the ocean and what little land she stood on, Cy was beginning to get both frustrated and pissed. "Shith!" she snarled as she stood on a sheer drop off that lead back into the water and crossed her arms; the wind blowing the loose hairs from her braids and bangs. Her silver and black flecked tawny gold eyes searching even as she listened. "Damn fucking portal!" she snarled. "Looks like I'm going to have to teleport out of here. Hopefully it'll be somewhere much better than this!" she muttered and closed her eyes even as she popped her neck.

Seconds later a loud crackling sound filled the air followed by a nearly silent sonic boom as a bright blinding flash of light blasted out. When the light faded the area was empty but a metallic electrical charge and smell drifted around the area where the female had been standing along with a good sized scorched area.

SOLINUS SEA Shogunate Military forces conduct operation 'Golden Dawn' in anticipation of TNG aggression following the Volarian Execution of convicted trafficker Joshua Mattrix.

Shogunate Military exercises included the simulated invasion of the Shintenchi Shogunate by TNG Forces, though the specifics of this scenario remain classified by the Shogunate Military. The Military Spokesman has assured us that the Shintenchi Shogunate will be prepared to face TNG aggression wherever it may rear.

Shogunate Naval forces conducted several exercises off the Masako islands, including the seizure of beach defenses, and naval engagements with both Starship assets, and ocean borne assets.




As the Exercises are planned to continue for several days, including live fire exercises to ensure that the Shogunate Military is prepared to face any threat to it's sovereignty, or the sovereignty of their allies.

STN Shikoku
Shokaku Class Carrier
Off the coast of Solinus City

The mighty Shokaku Class carrier was sitting like a monolith off the coast of the Shintenchi Shogunate. As the Officers and crews prepared for the exercise.

"Alright, the objective is to move in and seize the island from TNG, I want all units on standby and to prepare for engagement." Admiral Gunichi Kuwabara, explained as he leaned over a console.

"Begin the exercise." He ordered, and the commands were sent out as several specialized Androids in TNG military uniforms were activated to play as the defenders of the Island. Several Triremes were built as targets for the Shogunate Military vessels as they maneuvered through the waters of the Shintenchi Nations.

"Incoming Trireme!" One Lieutenant called out, as the Admiral nodded. "Hold steady and prepare for engagement!" He shouted, while the ship's massive cannons swiveled to engage, and several Botanachi DRHC Tilt rotors lifted off from the Carrier. Their massive rotors thundering as they moved to lift off.

Roughly four Shogun Battleships positioned themselves off the water, and their massive cannons lit off as they began to fire, hurling 250mm shells towards the island, causing the very ground to shake as the Taiyou began to rain fire on the small Island.

A Second Naginata swooped about as the Trireme closed in, loosing a flurry of cannon fire up towards the ship, peppering it's shields and hull with ordinance as several Jet Tengu loosed with autocannon and missile fire.

The Exercise had begun.

Tahir had been permited aboard the carrier to observe the exercise, but he hung back from the officers so as to not interfere. He was here purely in an observatory capacity to report back to Avantia later, and he took in the battlefield with a quiet calm as he carefully studied the field of play.

Volarians peppered the battlezone alongside their Taiyou allies, with avorian pilots claiming the skies, and the humans the seas. Amphibious warfare wasn't Volaria's strong point, but where they lacked, the Taiyou excelled.

The first shipments of GHX infantry units were being field tested today as well, and the five unit squads were in place to join with the forerunners that would be taking the beach.

Also on board the carrier stood two other figures distanced from the Taiyou officers. Daisuke Nakamura and Aiko Mizushima, Losenji Generals of the Sky and Sea respectively, were present to witness their allies in action. Like the Volarians, they too had come with a show of force to accompany the exercise. Though their military was far less advanced than that of the Taiyou and Volarians, they did possess assets that neither did. Alongside the Avorian pilots soared the glimmering forms of Losenji Dragon Riders, casting flames of all colours down at the android infantry, along with the magical ordinance of their specially trained riders.

The Losenji Navy was largely absent from the battle, as were its airships, due to their relative primitiveness compared to their counterparts amongst their allies' forces. The Losenji forces present largely consisted of their magical support units, those that channeled the currents of the ocean and the movements of the sky to keep the weather and tides favourable for their allies, and those that would bring the wrath of the spirits to bear on their foes on land.

"It is more than time that we embraced the technology of our neighbours." Aiko noted as she watched the devastating barrage from the Taiyou ships released at the Trireme. "We have long desired to make our own progress, rather than be propped up by our allies, but it is foolish to not embrace the advancements they could grant us."

Daisuke gave the stern Admiral a sidelong glance. "Perhaps. Our magic would not stand against the technological superiority of the TNG were they to target us. The Empress seems more willing than her predecessor to listen to such counsel."

Aiko nodded. "She will need to be if we wish to remain relevant on the world stage."

"I think perhaps that is exactly what she does not wish," Daisuke noted, "As it stands, we are incredibly easy to overlook. If we join the arms race, then we become a threat."

"We cannot rely on being overlooked for the security of our nation, General."

"Of course."

Franco sat quietly at his research station, a protective gown over his clothing and a rebreather covering his mouth. You never knew what might be floating around when you dealt with certain things in his line of work. The man, who seemed fairly young and had short brown hair, was writing out some of his findings.

The soot, which wasn't really soot, was discovered to actually be nanotech. Franco pressed an eye to the microscope in front of him, eyeballing the nanotech used in the bridge attack.

"This is supposed to be illegal for war. I've never known the Varden or CONCORD to resort to these means." He said, almost hoping for a response from the empty room. The rig he was on wasn't empty, far from it, but the thick metal walls and everyoing heading back to shore for hours on end to investigate made the rig seem very lonely.

He adjusted the microscope to get a better look at the nanotech, eyes widening at the site of markings on each. Numbers too. He quickly pulled over his notepad, writing down the sequences of numbers he saw.

"Isaac, patch me through with mother base and the FBP." Franco said, tapping a button on the side of his microscope. It clicked audibly, photos of the markings exposing themselves on a nearby computer screen. Aftera moment a holographic screen shot up in front of Franco, a live feed of a woman standing in a white laboratory coming on only after a few seconds.

"I'm sending pictures to you of the markings on this nanotch. It's more than likely a maker's mark. I want you to run it against known scientists, companies and organizations who deal in nanotech. See if we can get a match. I also have a sequence of numbers. It's a serial, maybe it can lead us to a company or region." Franco said to the woman.

"Give it to me." The woman said, "I will. Not like... sex. Anyways, the number is 338122640017. Run that by companies and see if we start getting matches." Franco said to woman.

"You got it."

Immediately finding herself on a beach, Gabrielle turned around and watched as the first wave of the Sabbat burst into dust. Smirking, she knew this was the perfect plan, though her expression faltered when some of them were suddenly wearing black plate armor of some kind. Well, that certainly wasn’t part of the plan. Biting on her bottom lip, the mutant just shrugged and geared up for war. It could be worse after all… this place could be dark and snowy. At least one thing was going right in her plan. However, when the bodyguard shut the door to the dimension, which ironically was in a cavern near the beach, she grunted and pulled out a card as he rolled a huge rock to block the door.

“Damn it, no. The entire reasoning for me to rush out here was for them ALL to follow me to protect the patrons in the bar.” Charging the card, she threw it at the rock, causing it to explode. Stepping to the door, she yanked it open and stared at those left. “You all were ordered to bring me back, right? Stop being pussies and come on then!” Moving back, she grabbed more cards and hoped that they would get past the armor that several were wearing.

“You guys weren’t supposed to follow me.” Gabby added, shaking her head as she started throwing charged cards at the Sabbat before reaching down to her pants and pulling out a hidden pure silver bladed dagger. She could multitask like the best of them and planned on throwing charged cards and stabbing if necessary.

"Sorry, Boss Lady," John said apologetically, "but the one drow person said that if you got hurt she'd... do bad things to me." He shivered. "Sorry, but I'm here to make sure you won't get hurt, and I'll do it right and make sure you don't die!"

Water lapped on the shores, three undead monsters staring down a minotaur and a mutant. The Sabbat faced their enemies, standing in a triangle, the Vampire that was closest to the two spoke.

"Well, girl. You're pretty canny, how unfortunate for you. Caine isn't going to be happy about all this. Listen up, if you know whats good for you, lie down and let's get this over with."

"Stop being pussies and come on then!” The mutant girls's words would rouse the ire of the three before her, but the Sabbat left in the bar were either in full retreat, or entirely lost to the Beast Within. Slowly, they were all being cut down by the Scourge or the motley militia of gunfire and hairworm.

"I'm afraid we're the only ones needed to corral you and bring you back." The triangle of Sabbat laughed to each other, a quiet inside joke.

The rear two Sabbat sprinted forward, each one grabbing the front Vampire's hands, and getting tossed over Bovinesque. The lead Vampire then sprinted at St. John, crashing into him full force, aiming for his center of gravity. The other two soared beautifully and terribly through the air, landing in unison at either side of Gabby, one aiming for her head with a swipe and the other trying to kick her feet out from under her.

"Becca, Becca, You have to get up. There are still hostiles," called Ducky through the white clouds of pain rolling Becca's eyes back into her head.

She'd landed a few meters up and shattered her legs then promptly rammed the shoulder with holes in it into the ground. After forcing herself to find which way was up Becca stood up through stabbing pain and clutched the knitting shoulder. The cracked bones reknit in her legs soon enough but replacing flesh in her shoulder took longer. After the Almanac reconnected she realized she was way the fuck off target explaining the sudden drop. Psychoports translating across rogue gates apparently were not advised. Somewhere in a different section of the planet Jinhai hadn't wandered to yet by the confused looks around she felt Ducky making. That meant no quick port off of this side like in Wing City. No point of reference for dadworm in the Almanac. There was an odd sense of vertigo not just from her nausea but being in an isolated subset of the Almanac.

Ducky saw her putting her wits back together the soft voice a calming camaraderie to her nerves, "I think they're over the next rise behind us. There's noise. It fits for the psychoport being straight out and over too far across the hill."

Becca looked at the ground full of dead grass underneath her but there was that strange feeling of someone staring at her. A hollow of eyes set not with disapproval but frustration at a lack of training options. Creep-sensei was really starting make her worried at what her new heart brought with it. It had to wait so she pushed the thought away to check on why she wanted to be here in the first place.

Jinhai were following the lady's sister across town as best they could. Servitors trying to deliver a vault. Not exactly hunters it was really easy to stay out of their reach but a bit harder to stay out of their notice given how many there were in Wing city. Dozens of them clustered somewhere underground in the almanac looking to find something again as four slowly toted a Vault in the general direction. Sounded like this lady's sister. With Ducky in her head they both wondered if it was on purpose or not with the vampires around. They'd meet a twenty-four many three stories tall if she stayed in one place under threat long enough for all of them to catch up.

That settled her offbeat steps pounded specks of withered grass blades as she started up the rise. Someone talking on the other side. Though it hurt to lean into a jog the giant bull man's horns were kinda conspicuous once at the top. It did stall her for a moment as she wondered if it was wise for those two guys to be leaping at someone with pikes on his head. One step further down the hill she picked up the pace running at the rear guard a warm throb in one leg at the strain of every impact. Blades of grass wither to brown which left a rustle of leaves and footsteps. Two quiet if eagerly grinding hands and glowing patina eyes rush forward intent to ram her palm into his black armor.

Vincent burst out of the door and was immediately confronted by the strong scent of sea water. He heard a girl yelling, but he was too dazed by the sudden dimensional change to notice what was going on. He stumbled off to the side and shut his eyes, knowing that the effect would fade soon. He heard some snarling laughter, and then the sound of running feet crunching on the damp sand.
He blinked away the strange pressure he felt on the back of his eyes every time he switched to a different dimension and stood unsteadily. Narrowing his eyes to focus them, he saw three vampires fighting a strange girl and a minotaur in a manner that was completely contrary to the other vampires back in the bar. These vampires were clad in a black armor, made of a material Vincent had never seen before, and they fought gracefully, with purpose and precision.
He made a split decision to assist the two strange fighters, and sprinted towards the battle. As he ran, he heard a unsettling growling noise approaching quickly from behind him, and was surprised to be quickly passed by the shape-shifting creature back in the bar. He laughed and let out a short cheer as she rushed by him towards the elite vampires, watching as she rammed into one of the vampires, knocking him off balance.

“Hnn…” Gabby just shook her head towards John, not sure what to think about his words. She wasn’t a fighter… that was her mother and Renee, but she was tired of people hurting her and trying to kidnap her. However, she didn’t want to be the cause of anyone else dying if she could help it. “Don’t die on my behalf.” The mutant managed just as one of the black clad Vampire’s spoke to her. Smirking, she just rolled her eyes at the notion of lying down and getting it over with.

“I’m a LeBeau. We don’t just lay down and roll over for anyone.” Despite not being a fighter, the blood of Gambit ran through her veins and she wasn’t about to be taken again. Her eyes rolled a second time at their overly confident words and her fingers twitched a moment around the handle of her dagger while she started to charge a card. She knew that if things got too hairy, she could utilize the other abilities she was born with, but didn’t want to unless it was utterly vital.

“I’ll be sure to send pieces of you back to Caine.” Gabby snapped out her words just as two of the three were tossed over the bodyguard’s head while the third was intent on smashing into the minotaur. No longer able to focus on him, she instead tried to remember what little training she had gotten in close combat and squeaked as she attempted to dodge both the body parts coming towards her frame. While she managed to block the swipe to the head, she didn’t get above the sweep to her feet. Landing on her back, the teen cursed loudly, but instead of just lying there, flipped herself around and back to her feet all the while throwing cards at the two Sabbat that were attacking her. She also sliced towards one of them with the dagger, though she wasn’t’ sure whether or not it would pierce the armor.

The vampire charged towards John full on, and John barely managed to set his feet and put up his arms when the vampire crashed into him.
There was the sounds of crashing metal, and the vampire bounced off of John, landing on the ground. John looked just as surprised as the rest of them, looking down at himself and saying, "Huh. Didn't know I could do that."

It is said by the Archbishops that govern most Sabbat that the final days are near, and soon the predecessors would rise from their sleep and devour all the lesser Cainites. The thought made the Sabbat desperate, and desperation makes you do crazy things, such as three Vampire having a showdown in broad daylight on the beach shore against a Mutant, a Minotaur, and a Hairworm. Even should they succeed, there was no guarantee their armor would hold until they got out of the sunlight, or that they could return to the bar safely.

As such, the Sabbat fought with desperate fervor. The first Cainite slammed into the Minotaur, getting thrown back by his bestial strength; thrown right into the eagerly grinding claws of the Hairworm hybrid. It writhed, struggling to right itself and make eye contact with the hybrid. Eyes of patina stared back at the Vampire, as it attempted to delve into the girl's mind and control her from the inside. That was where it saw something horrible and alien. Something so ancient as to create a terror that sent the Undead's heart metaphorically racing, and to cause it to lose focus on the shadowy armor keeping it alive. All at once the armor simply evaporated, and the Vampire burst into flames with an agonized yelp before turning to dust and being lost in the sand.

The two Cainites that had been launched at Gabby were fairing better, managing to catch most of the cards with their extremities where their Vitae could quickly restore wounds. However at the death scream of their fallen brethren, one hesitated for just a moment and had a silver dagger plunged into its leg. Where the silver hit and immediately surrounding the wound, the armor dissipated and the Vampire's leg began to burn in the sunlight.

With a howl, that Cainite dropped to one knee, eyes wild and leg all but ash halfway down the thigh. Its right arm grossly distended with muscle, Vitae pumping strength into an already inhumanly strong monster. With a resounding thud, it brought its fist down directly on the sand in front of it, creating a shockwave that sent sand flying into the air and creating an impromptu sandstorm.

Their shadows were stronger when not in direct sunlight, and the shade created by the sandstorm elicited a throaty chuckle from the still standing Sabbat. "Blessed is he who kills the sun. Ehehehe, you and that Cammy bitch, Akshasha been real chummy lately, huh? We'll be sure to send her your hands when we're done with ya." His armor took on a spiked, thorny appearance as it had more shadows to work with, and he pulled a leg back to plant it directly into Gabby's side.

Gabby heard John’s words and although she didn’t witness what had happened, the sounds indicated that he had been thrown backwards away from the Minotaur. What happened to it afterwards wasn’t pleasant to anyone watching, but thankfully she was busy with her own battle to see anything. The stench was enough to make her figure something had happen and that meant there was two left and four of them. Those were good odds in her mind. As her dagger found purchase in one of the Sabbat’s leg, she smirked and watched as part of the leg had turned to ash. Yes! They were making headway! Her excitement dissipated the moment the Cainite slammed his fist into the ground, sending sand up into the air to cover the sun.

Shit. There goes my plan B. Her eyes narrowed as she realized that she could no longer use the abilities that her mother gave her. Shifting her attention towards the still standing sandstorm, Gabrielle narrowed her eyes at his words.

“Yeah, that shit ain’t happening!” Gabby snarled and twirled the dagger around her fingers and started to formulate another attack just as the Sabbat’s armor took on a thorny appearance. That caught her off-guard and before she knew it, the leg planted hard against her side. Gasping, she stumbled backwards as agony surged through her body. She struggled forward and attempted to plant the now charged dagger somewhere in the bastard’s body, wanting to make it and him explode, though she was less sure of it working than she had been earlier.

As pained footfalls of a hungry girl in the blue hoodie neared a Sabbat to strike him the one that leaped at a minotaur lost a battle of might. Thrown backward at speed Becca turned a wide eye planting hurried steps to slow momentum as they clashed in a loud whump throwing her to her back on the ground the creature facing away atop her. Wrestling with the black plated creature he turned with a piercing gaze looking deeply into her. A part of her felt elated, pleased by the contact, but more one rising in sympathy to another. Then his face slacked in horror darting up and to the distance a grinding hand of moving sharp teeth reaching upward to swipe at him.

~~~

What the Sabbat saw in that moment a panic of going one's reach gone a step too far down into bottomless patina eyes. What ought to form the floor of her Lie ripped away and replaced with something else, not darker, but deeply empty. Past the plans of gunmetal gears, the broken husks of places of abominations that once were, and over the bulwark created by the Angel Ophaniel crossed only by the journey of 2500 years. A point of no return created to contain the tides of a place where light failed to contain a deep loyalty to Mankind where they'd created a deep hunger for the end of the Aether. In that drawing hunger the Sabbat's point of control fell faster still than even a corrupted astral tether could pull against among riotous storms beyond the bulwark. Waterspouts of inky fluid and trundling gears sent an eternal tide at weakening Ophaniel backwashed through the link into the Sabbat mind.

All sides buoying a drowning soul into a false image of its last frozen moment within an inner reality twisted by a cancer of willpower in gear and void. Ground and light in that place now gone nothing but withered grass sparse among dunes of grey ash alit from all directions suppressing all shadow. Sun gone or blotted out by twitching clouds in this place the light no elemental force but a controlled awareness devoid of light or shadow in hostile ticking from all corners. Becca's own face held into a moment of anger and though his hand around her throat pressed her into some metal relief inside a ash drift. A delicate clockwork heresy writ in red brass and stained glass depicted the death of Aetherkind in careful metal curves that cradled her body.

A clinking of gears in the distance over once grassy hills lurked as the astral tether frayed. Whirlwinds of moving funnels of wrath spinning long gunmetal chains ending in long barbed spears. Like some twisted circus ride as tall as a sky they screamed among screeching chains spinning along with the funnel's wrath. Until one stopped for a moment, just for him, a single spear headlong to the Sabbat the brass screeching among crying souls floating in midair.

Screaming came from each skewered soul a machination of howling along flashes of a Necropolis ringed in tall watchtowers deep within the Black Storm, "Etiam Deum, ut moriatur."

~~~

Becca saw him sit bolt upright and the black armor collapse inward with the Sabbat's chest then outward from his back. A sickening crunch and jerk as his body went slack the broken husk leaking cobalt ichor from holes for eyes. Though with the failure of his black armor his chest exploded from sunlight turned the vampire to ash. At least she figured that's what it was. Though there was that sense she'd missed something. A distant noise in a single instant she couldn't grip, as Ducky was curiously silent looking backward through her hair, and the Vampire had looked at something too just behind her. The ash left by the vampire made some weird angular pattern among the sand in grey and blue as she looked around.

There wasn't time to consider it as jeans swung around to get up. A leg with growing fragility shot a painful reality up her knees and hips pushing the thought further away. Then she stumbled out of the imprint as the other created a mini earthquake to make a small dust storm. At her left the imprint seemed almost indolent and sat unmoved by impulsing shadow but there was more than enough free sand on this beach to make it really damn dark. As Ducky's thoughts crossed with her own it helped hold back the pain though it left her with a strange notion.

The mixed female voice rung with a resonant quality, "Said by one who does know as much as they think what Aetherkind used the sun to contain."

A small hud appeared in Becca's view as the concordance slowly understood how to communicate with the foreign cortical hardware attached to her eyes and requisite implants. Red lines complained to an image of herself of vast minor and severe fractures attended with various uncomfortably long timers attached though some of it in unrecognizable language. Okay so she'd pushed her body even with Ducky in a smidge too far. Apparently some of it she didn't even understand yet was damaged, probably. She worried a bit about Ducky with the exhaustion she felt in her head but the things had to go.

Becca shot forward in seeing the ashen leg of one Sabbat intent on reaching into the draining wound. Good leg forward for stability, and to cover the fractured one, bent low with an eye upward to defend with a forearm as hands reached to grasp the bone. Hoping she could by widen the hole with her tearing hands fairly sure Ductu was still strong enough to hew some of it out of his tasty meat by force.

The Sabbat's plan was to take Gabby and Akshasha by surprise, overwhelming them with numbers and spiriting the mutant away when she was least defended. They hadn't counted on Gambit's being such a hot-spot, and the opposition they met there had taken its toll. The last two Cainites were no longer certain that they had any chance out of this. The last two spoke in unison, "Glory or Death, stay away from the Hairworm."

Gabby plunged the silver dagger charged with energy into the barely wounded Vampire and with the mutant girl's shout of defiance the dagger exploded, taking the creature's leg with it in a flash of light. The creature faltered, buckling slightly under the duress of losing a leg but it soon regained footing. A limb made of quasi-real shadow stuff grew from the severed limb, extending out of the black armor and spiraling across the ground

The Hairworm Hybrid grabbed the still open wound of the other Cainite, it turned to hiss at her, wild with rage and fearing dying like his pack member. "The Sabbat will remember this, our brethren will never forget this slight. You made a horrible mistake in coming here." The dark syrupy blood of Cainites, a dark sweet smelling liquid, his blood, began to stream from the creature's eyes, as it lashed out with the foot that wasn't being torn apart and eaten. The beast within wasn't even willing to frenzy, the sudden brutality of its comrade's death instilled fear even into the kamikaze soldier. It's efforts to fight the Hybrid off were getting more and more labored, it's growls becoming less bestial and slowly becoming the pathetic mewling of a dying animal.

The Vampire standing over Gabby looked around with a look of annoyance, dark eyes flickering with impotent rage. "Even if we all die here, The Sabbat WILL keep coming with you, Camarilla sympathizer, your business is as good as ruined!" He burned through Vitae, allowing the darkness in his hand to form a short spear, one that he stabbed down into Gabby's shoulder. With an increasingly unhinged look in his pitch black eyes, a longer spear formed out of shadow in the other hand and an inhuman snarl signaled its launch as javelin at the Hybrid, soaring with improbable force.

The sand had started to settle, the last Sabbat going to die with the sun when it did, the thought driving a wild chortle into the Undead maniac. He was determined to make them pay every inch for the fight, even though much of the assault force had been newly turned shock-troopers, they had still lost some important members in this raid. He leaned forward, preparing himself to fight to the death, standing in a low crouch and ready to pounce on the first person who opened themselves up.

“You’re the ones that made the mistake by coming to Gambits. Don’t fuck with my family’s bar or with me or my friends, patrons, and staff!” Gabrielle snapped out, glad that her plan was at least working despite the agony she was in from the spike to the side. The mutant was vaguely aware of blood seeping from the wound but didn’t have the chance to fix it with everything going on at once. Her attention and energy were on the two remaining Sabbat and despite wounding them both, the sun was still covered and the shadowy crap coming from them was not something she had been counting on.

Plan C? She mused, knowing she still had another trick up her sleeve, but also knowing what it would do to her if she were to use it. Before she had a chance to decide either way, the teenager was suddenly aware of something sharp being plunged into her shoulder. Screaming out in pain and surprise, Gabrielle was lost for a moment as to what to do.

“Fucker!” Gabby shouted and once the sand started to settle and the sun once again shone bright, the mutant snatched out a trio of cards and charged them. Throwing them at the Sabbat even with pain shooting through her side and shoulder, she focused and as they exploded. Without giving it a second thought, she called upon the namesake of her mother, Sunstar, and started to glow with the power of the sun. Every inch of her body grew brighter and she lunged at the vampire, intending on burning him to death.

The lashed out foot of the Sabbat connected with her raised forearm and cracked her ulna raising a chainsaw scream from Becca a forceful noise pushed through the carpet of dusty spikes racing about the inside of her mouth. The other hand tightly gripped to bone tore free a tibia from tendon and cartilage. Vampyric bone emerged from shadow armor pivoting by tear through flesh with a wet sucking noise. Her grip slid to the bulbous tendon end though in her hands the bone stood stark and bloody persisting in spite of the warm sun and the glowing Gabby. Marrow leaking out the splintered end some necromantic source feeding a mockery of vitae.

"Mistake?!", Becca stared at the creature her broken arm shifting to her chest, "AAgh! My arm, damn you. I am a walking mistake! A personal ruin today's special just for your ass! The better half of me doesn't regret hating every vein of your tainted existence and nowadays your destruction is my new home."

The patina eyes stared him down as she fought through the pain much like when her body started rejecting her replacement heart, "So we're going to stab you to death with the only part of you that will ever feel the warmth of the sun."

She rushed forward again to the one that threatened her using his shadowy outline to shield her from the glare of Gabby's flashbulb body. Though she took slashes across her shoulder and stomach with the other hand unable to deflect the sharp end of bone rammed toward the Sabbat's armor with all her waning strength. Successful strikes conducting vitae away into the raw consumption dancing on the back of her hands as she drove him toward Gabby's strike to his compatriot. Though likely taking more damage than she healed from the direct consumptive assault the intent was to push him backward at least if the creature still survived.

"No! What are you doing?!" John cried out as Gabrielle lunged towards the vampire. " You'll be killed!"
He would then shield his eyes from the great blast of light that was soon to come.

As Gabby began to glow, the last Cainite's armor and spears began to flicker and fade away into nothingness, giving the Hairworm sudden leniency in her assault. His skin started to peel slightly, taking on slightly paler and paler hues of color the longer he stood in the light. The hairworm hybrid had left his last companion in torpor, and he was also beginning to immolate in the sudden sun-like glow.

Sand began to settle again, the sun gleaming in the sky, smiling down at a expansive beach overlooking the Solinus Sea. The Vampire spoke with a plain Eastern accent, perhaps trying to garner up poise in the last moments of its life, addressing Gabby as she lunged forward. "Typical Humans, you're all dust, you just refuse to acknowledge to dust ye'll be returned. It shan't end with us. Your home will be plagued by both the Sabbat and Camarilla now." In spite of falling apart in the mixed assault of natural and mutant-produced sunlight and a maddened hairworm, the Undead continued to drone on almost religiously, as he fell apart.

"Same with Myrkul and all Her followers. The Bar wasn't protected under thy rules, this' be a declaration of war." The thing's body crumbled into ash, partially buried in the falling sand and partially sent sailing into the Sea. It's voice seemed to echo even after it had been reduced to dust.

"The LeBeaus started this fight anyhow."

Waves of cerulean water lapped against the shore, blissfully unaware of the carnage that had just transpired. Flecks of blood dyed little red spots into the beach, spots that would be washed out by the incoming tide. The skirmish had ended as quickly as it had begun. In the distance, a gull cried out excitedly at having caught its next meal.

Despite being focused on the shit-talking Sabbat, Gabrielle was also aware of where the others that had come with her happened to be at and what they were doing. For some reason, she was pretty good at multitasking, but terrible at making good choices. Figuring that it would all even out eventually, the teen didn’t worry too much about it, though lately it seemed that her choices were not just bad, they were dangerously close to being deadly. What was it about people or things wanting to get her and hurt her? Shaking off those thoughts as one of those that came with her shouted about her arm, Gabby briefly glanced over towards the Hairworm, noting that the other vampire was being pushed closer to her, which was fine and dandy as far as she was concerned. She heard John’s words and briefly worried if this was going to kill her, but she was already moving, and it wouldn’t matter now. It wasn’t like she could stop herself after all.

“I’ll be fine, John!” She shouted despite not believing her words at all. At least if she did die, she would go down with a fight and not like a little wimp like in the past.

As the Sabbat that she was frying started to threaten her, Gabrielle narrowed her eyes, watching as he started to fall apart. If the rest of the Sabbat and whoever the Camarilla wanted a fight, they would get it. She kept those thoughts to herself and held up her hand, the middle finger raised up in the air proudly. It was a typical teenage thing to do and she embodied that persona perfectly.

“Go.Fuck.Yourself. We LeBeaus always get blamed for shit, but I guarantee you, we didn’t start it. Your kind will all fall if they fuck with my family anymore.” She spat out her words, still flipping him off even as he crumbled to ash. Gabby didn’t care if he heard or not of if the Sabbat had a way to watch what had happened and they heard. She was incredibly tired of the bar being attacked and her family being attacked and she would go to war if necessary to keep Gambit’s a safe haven. Once it was over, she dropped down to her knees, her side and shoulder bleeding profusely. She was exhausted and had expended a lot more energy than she realized. The brightness around her body disappeared and she was left panting, hands pressed into the sand.

She didn't have the energy to respond as the last Vampire started to fall apart with his kin. The battle done her knees made a crater in the rough sand as Ductu abandoned efforts of strength instead focusing on setting the broken arm. Ductu was spread thin and knew where all the bits went as shards of bone moved through Becca's flesh to rejoin.

Becca screamed while resisting the urge to touch an arm lurching back straight on its own, "AAAAAAGH! Fuck that hurts!"

Her legs refused to go down as she stumbled and landed facing the sky opposite Gabrielle straining out, "Hi, I'm... Becca. You gonna be okay? Ducky is busy holding me together right now but I'll be okay. Been on the street long enough to fight off gangbangers when I have to. Ducky's a lot better at it..."

A thought occurred to her and it was a lot easier to talk lying down side-eying nearby to look for the minotaur, "Do they think Myrkul's me? Aren't they going to get an awful shock if they step up to a clossuss wellhead! HA ha H-AGH FUCK! Ribs too. Right. Think I cracked a boob support. I think we need a carry, hornmuscles."

She tried not to move while looking up the Almanac again talking to keep away the pain, "Other bar lady is your sister, right? There's like 20 Jinhai following her around now. Hard to focus to find where. Meant to tell you. There's a lot of free servitors running around. Delivery's priority over idle tasks."

With Ducky holding her still now she couldn't move if she wanted to. All her muscles burned and ached from the punishment they'd taken. Her chest was busy being quietly cauterized given the scent of her own meat rising under seared vampire. It was odd but there was a strange ticking noise making some of the burn go away though a heck of a lot slower than she'd like.