Trim, the General, paced the floor, looking up occasionally. He wore a tired expression on his face, practically begging for a night's sleep. The bags under his eyes were warning enough not to stray from line, lest the offender care not for his own life. Finally, he spoke.

"Yesterday, you were mere humans. But today, you are gods." He traced a horizontal line in the air with his right index finger. "All of you have been trained to combat the forces that wish to halt our progress. Progress that my masters have worked dearly for and fought brutally to accomplish. They seek to fill the void that we occupy with prophetic nuances and drivel about pureness of heart. They want to guide their young compatriots down the path of light and show them the way." He sneered. "How about we misguide them, then? There won't be any room for light once Nothing has ousted their rule. To arms, men!"

The troops jeered and ran straight for the armory in a disorderly fashion. Each table had a certain weapon designed for a specific purpose: The sword, the axe, the dagger, and the wand.




"YES!"

Caffar, Much unlike the other nobodys in the aria, responded as if he was full of energy and emotion. He quickly threw on his coat and made a mad dash towards the armory, and soon slid to a halt when he looked at the weapon choices.

"...Well, we don't have many choices now do we? these heavy things look like my style..."

Still mustering a grin, Caffar picked up an axe and ran his thumb along it's edge. The weapon itself reminded him of his last days as a human. In his world, he use to have a weapon like this one, only the "hilt" was inside the axe and had a heated cutting edge. As he continued to study the blade, it brought him back to the last individual to fall prey to such a weapon. He could recall just about every sensation from the event. The smell of the individual frying, the sounds of his screams, even the look on his face would be forever tattooed in caffar's mind. The only thing he couldn't recall was the emotion. He remembered being very angry and distraught over the loss of his only remaining family, and only being able to think about getting revenge against the SOB that did it, but the feelings themselves where totally lost to him. he closed his eyes and sighed. He would never feel that way again.

Opining his eyes again, he could see that there wasn't anyone around. Had he spent that much time recollecting that everyone had gotten ready without him.

"Damn, the last thing I wanted was to go outta here alone!"

The Detective stuffed a few more axes into his coat before leaving the armory. He didn't know what he was going to be put up against, and having a few extra weapons never hurt. Well, never hurt HIM anyway...

"I guess there's a place around here where they tell you what to do next? boy these guys are sloppy!"

Caffar was relatively unamused with the workings of the Nobody's home base. It seemed needlessly complicated and chaotic. He could spot a group of people ahead of him. There was no doubt in his mind this was the same group he was in front of before entering the armory. now however, he was at the very back.

"How did I let this happen?"

He quickly moved up to the herd of people, and tried his best to squeeze in. He could spot an even tighter group of people within this crowd, and was sure that was where he had to go. However, it didn't look like he was going to get anywhere soon...

=== Niniva ===

Niniva's fake thoughts swirled through her head. To her, it was fun pretending to still have emotions, although she still didn't know what exactly fun felt like. In truth, she craved neither blood nor comfort. She merely wished to be and that alone.

The hooded man suddenly lunged into the clearing and shouts filled her ears. His lightning fast reflexes were something to be admired, though she seemed to lack the certain necessary qualities to do so.

=== Caffar ===

Several armor clad soldiers entered the study and walked straight up to Caffar. One of them jabbed him in the ribs with extreme force and removed his robes while he was incapacitated. The discarded his additional weapons and threw one back on top of his clothing.

"One per soldier." He said and the two walked away. It seems no one even looked back to see what was going on. Curiosity was apparently barren in this place.

=== Ross ===

Ross's extra movement when entering the portal had unexpected results. Instead of the normal flying motion that most experienced, he was sent twirling at an extreme velocity. It was over in a instant, but the damage had been done. When Ross landed, his stomach felt like it had shifted twelve times. He vomited harshly on the ground and couldn't regain his balance enough to even stand. The two girls turned back to stare at him as he writhed in agony. One of them sighed and kicked him lightly in the side after the retching stopped.

"Hey. Get up."

===Tekun, Kevin & Althea===

"Very well." The man stated, climbing the ladder that was propped up against the ship, leading up to the coc.kpit. He pressed his finger against his lips, urging his passengers to remain quiet, before he dove into the opened coc.kpit and out of the sight of the trio. There were hushed murmurs that soon evolved into loud screams. "What are you doing here!?" Was the last sentence to escape the Gummi Ship's interior, before it fell completely silent. It was soon after that two unknown men came out and descended the ladder, taking five large steps away from the ship, their hands held up, the sourest look to ever cross a citizen of the kingdom's face evident on theirs.

"That's it, who says you pilots are thick headed?" The man asked as he stepped out of the Gummi Ship interior, his gun trained on the two, apparent, pilots. "Get in." He told his passengers. "Two on the back row, one on the front next to the pilot seat." His commands were specific.

"Heh..."

Caffar managed a smile as he bent over to pick up his equipment. After putting his coat back on and sliding the axe back into his vestments, he pointed at the guards.

"You'll regret that..." He said, just loud enough for them to hear, but he knew they wouldn't care. He didn't even care.

Rather than trying to kindly move his way threw the crowd, he shoved them off to the side as he made his way towards his location. If everyone was caught up in there own thing, than why should he be any different? He had to get to that desk, and nothing was going to slow him down.

Not too surprisingly, He didn't get any resistance on his way to the front counter. With one last push, he was at the counter. He had to wait for the person in front of him to get done before he could be served. It would just be rude to push someone out of the way who was already being helped...

As the particular individual moved out of the way, Caffar quickly moved int place. He said nothing and tapped his fingers on the table before him as he waited for further instructions.

Tekun crossed his arms and raised and eye brow. The man was pointing a gun at two pilots as other people in the hangar began to panic and scream. This guy was kind enough to shut the pilots up though.

"Hmmm.." Tekun made a gesture as if weighing the outcomes and then dropped his hands.

"Ahh why the hell not." Tekun said and hopped into the ship. "So anyone want to sit anywhere particularly?" Tekun asked with a smirk.

Niniva
Her thoughts remained consistent, seeming hallow yet at the same time real. It is true, biologically speaking, she was a nobody. Her form consumed in nothingness; swallowed whole by a void that only left the enigmatic entity she was supposed to be now. But she wondered.. wondered exactly how long that condition would stay. Her genes were engraved with that of the parasite that had first transformed her, gifting her with an intense immunity to many other ailments, such as vampirism. Now she was ..something else. Yet a few passive symptoms of her prior infection remained. It was still there yet it was recessed and transparent. She wondered if it would stay that way for long.. nonetheless, she was a nobody now. Which granted her a certain calmness she rarely had before, subduing the thin layer of violent lust naturally coaxed.

It was now she broke form her momentary thoughts, broken by the sounds of shouts. "He's a fast one.. " Her partner had moved in for the kill, so to speak. She ran in after him, scaling over the brush to accompany him into the area. She had a mission to do after all; and so gripped the handle of her dagger securely, rearing it back into a counter-balanced stance whilst maneuvering over the flora. Feet meeting the earth with a tender thump, raising her eyes forward towards whatever conflict had just transpired.

Althea
Althea smirked, shutting her eyes in a calm display as the two pilots had been forced away at gun point. She knew very well the ship was being hijacked. But felt her 'pilot' didn't mean too much harm. Besides, it was going to be to here benefit. Someone at least had the civility to offer to take her and he had shut up the heckling pilots and engineer's after all. Opening her eyes, she started up the ships ladder behind Tekun. "Im getting back seat" She proclaimed. Front seat would only excite nausea further than it would normally. What with having an up front few of every asteroid and passerby the ship swept pass at mach speed.

Yanking herself in past him, with a hefty swing over the edge of the ship, She threw herself into the back seats, settling herself in and getting herself buckled.

=== Caffar ===

Three particularly ugly brutes had been pushed out of the way by Caffar as he forced his way up the line. They seemingly disliked being treated so disrespectfully, so they all ganged up on him. One of them immediately grabbed his head and flung him against the east wall. The other two proceeded to pound the living hell out of him while laughing evilly. With one last kick, Caffar was sent flying toward the north wall and through to the other side. As he opened his eyes, he saw dozens of half naked or completely unclothed women. They glared at him angrily, an utter shared hatred beaming directly toward him. Dozens upon dozens of nude girls mercilessly beat and maimed Caffar. Various weapons were used including (but not limited to) soaps-on-ropes, towel whips, locker doors, broken 2x4's, and one rather large vending machine. When the lynching was over, the group grabbed his battered body and threw it into the middle of the walkway. They had stolen his clothing and inventory, leaving him completely vulnerable as he was trampled by the uncaring residents of The World That Never Was.

=== Niniva ===

An entire camp was in ruins before her. Fifty carcasses lay strewn about like confetti, deepening the situation. Tents were burning and weapon upon bloody weapon was impaled into each person. Even with her limited feelings, Niniva could hardly believe her eyes. In those mere two seconds that he was out of sight, a small army of soldiers had been completely obliterated by his tremendous and unknown force. The hooded man was standing in the middle of the battlefield, back to her. He slowly turned his head and spoke to her.

"... tell me. Are you capable of producing carnage of this magnitude? If not, I'd prefer you stay behind me and watch like a good little girl."

Unlike last time, Caffar erupted from the ground like a volcano going off. The smaller people where thrown off him by the force, and the larger ones just didn't want to be anywhere near a man as naked as he was. once he was on his feet, he smiled triumphantly and pointed to the girls who looked at him with disgust from the hole in the wall.

"Thanks ladys, Maybe next time I'll beat you with my two by four..."

With a playful wink, he turned his attention back to his original attackers.

"You guys are actually pretty strong..."

Extending his arm outward, all of his clothing and weaponry returned to him. His clothing was actually an extension of himself, which is why he could call upon it without risking another trip into the deadly den of bathing woman. As long as they remained there, he was sure the Key blade wielders would never set foot inside this place.

"However, I doubt you guys could ever take me on one on one. and if you'd like to prove me wrong, I'm open for a challenge."

He made an adjustment to his vest as he looked towards his attackers. This was the first time since he got here that he wasn't smiling.

Tekun took a seat in the back seat after taking his sheathed blade off his back. He sat down, hunched over almost, sword between his legs held up, resting against his shoulder. He didn't bother to fasten his belt.

"Kev, that leaves you to the front." Tekun said. He remained quiet after that, contemplating the battle ahead.

=== Caffar ===

Caffar finished speaking only to realize his assailants had disappeared. Apparently, they didn't care whether or not they left with their dignity or pride. Or perhaps they had already won. One of the women from the washing room threw a brush at his head, leaving a small welt. This apparently wasn't his day.

"Take this and get going. Just down the hall. Hurry up, you're causing a disturbance." A thin, tall man with long lavender hair handed him a slip of paper. The paper instructed him to do a direct assault on Hollow Bastion and eliminate anything that moved in the area. The border was apparently the best place to start as he would silently work his way through, killing as many as he could until deciding to return home if things got too rough. The booth with the yellow light would be his ticket there.

===Tekun, Althea & Kevin===

The back seats were pointed towards eachother, unlike the front seats, so that those seated in them weren't forced to look outside, though if the person sitting across from them was a big improvement remained to be seen.

"Exit stage right." The man murmured, jumping from the Gummi Ship to quickly get hold of Kevin, firing a few shots at the ground of those stupid enough to try and approach him, before dragging him back up the ladder, quickly depositing him in the free seat in the front. "Strap in." He told them both, quickly strapping himself into the pilot chair as example. The coc.kpit closed around them as the man fiddled with the equipment. Soon enough, the ship rose from the ground, as the revving of it's engine was heard quite clearly. It soon shot out of the hangar, taking up orbit around the planet, together with tens of other ships. "Hollow Bastion, was it?" The hijacker asked calmly, already inputting the necessary information.

Sylvia listened greedily to every word the boy said, when he finished she nodded "Yes my aunts said something about that too..." she murmured to herself. "Well thanks for the information" she said with a smile and patted his shoulder. As soon as her hand made contact with the boy she saw flashing images, her “mother” with a green face and a curved horned hat, patted Sylvia on her head reassuring her about...something, she left the room locking the door behind her. Sylvia watched as her mother transformed into a great dragon, spewing green flames, but it wasn't too long until the keyblade boy and his friends defeated her. "Mama!" she screamed rattling the door with all her might "Mama!" she cried again slipping to the floor in tears.

Sylvia lifted her hand quickly as if she had touched something hot, and she looked closely at the boy before her, was this the boy she had seen on that fateful night? She smiled at the keyblade wielder once again. “Well I guess I should get going to the weapon research room” she said “Thanks again for the information” She dashed down the hall, not waiting for a response from the boy, “She’s not my mother” she reminded herself “My mother gave me away to her as a baby” Her heart pounded from the running and the confusion she felt. Once she reached the door, she breathed deeply calming herself down. When she felt like herself again, she entered the room cautiously, “Hey!” she called out, hugging the folder she had received earlier to her chest.

===Sylvia===

Sora blinked, having noticed the rather strange reaction the brand new Keyblade Wielder had to coming in physical contact with him. He found it curious and wished to press her for info, but he wasn't the same old naive kid he was before he got the Keyblade anymore. He knew that even if he got an answer out of her, he probably would get a false one. He was snapped out of his thinking by her words of thanks. "Euhm, sure." He murmured, noticing only too late that she had already put a considerable distance between them. "Strange girl." He whispered softly, rubbing the back of his head, before flinching, suddenly hurrying on to his meeting with the King. He was in hot water, that much, he knew without a doubt.

The guard groaned softly as he saw Sylvia take off. He began to walk after her at a steady pace, knowing he'd arrive at the weapon development center quite a bit after she would, but it wasn't like he could miss her in this rather straightforward hallway.

The weapon development center was buzzing with activity, and none of the many scientists carrying potions, scrolls and books, took notice of Sylvia. The entire series of interconnected rooms seemed to be in complete and utter chaos, but this was in fact the way things worked in this part of the Castle. "Don't mind them, they managed to convince Riku to let them borrow his Keyblade for a day, so they're milking every second of it." A man seated near the entrance of the room explained, motioning to the Keyblade, one that was even mentioned in the classes as being the only one that was currently known to have the influence of both light and dark in it's design. 'The Road To Dawn', it had been called by some of the scholars, who insisted on naming every Keyblade. It was currently resting on a table, surrounded by men and women taking notes of various aspects. "From what I hear, their ultimate goal is the creation of Keyblades." The man continued. He and his two companions occupied chairs near the door, a rather unfitting sight as they didn't look like scientists, at all. He focused one lazy eye on the badge that identified Sylvia as a Keyblade Wielder, before silently pointing towards the young woman across the room, who was currently running her eyes over a small pile of papers at a desk. "She's the Keyblade expert."

Kevin merely blinked at the instructions. He again blinked as Althea and the man sat in the back, leaving him in the front. Too shocked to move, he felt himself being picked up and put into the front seat. "Strap in." He heard the man say simply, and Kevin followed these instructions. He remained quite calm after that, not daring to fidget with his fingers, or dagger. Kevin blinked once more, awaiting further instructions.

Althea
"Hollow Bastion" Althea responded, reaffirming their destination. Her iron-clad hands gripping the buckles on her seatbelt with vigor. Her body thrown into the restraints as the ship took off, keeping her steady in her seat. Her vision growing dizzy, shaking her head side to side. On her back, her sword shook violently in its sheath; causing the metal to clank loosely against her. She shut her mouth tight, hair becoming unsettled. Worst part is almost over.. worst part is almost over.. she thought to herself as they broke through the atmosphere, making headway into space. Suddenly there was a calm..the vibrations weren't as intense, nor was her nausea. Opening her eyes, seeing Tekun in front of her; beyond him, the great emptiness of the galaxy only shielded by the c*** top. Turning her head towards the front, Kevin fastened in his seat, as well as the pilot. Hard getting used to that.. she thought with a deep sigh, leaning back against the soft material of the seat, head lieing upon the rest.


Niniva
Niniva stood up from her stance. Such destruction.. she thought to herself vaguely in awe.. as much as a nobody could be anyhow. Gazing out over the numerous bodies with the hooded man standing between them all in his unequaled victory. The stench of death filling her nostrils, the sound of burning embers within her ears. her vision suddenly flashing before her over this scene, clouding with reminiscence.

The bodies clad in torn blood-stained chain mail, as well as shredded remnants of burlap clothing. A mixture of military and civilian corpses alike. Severed limbs scattered around as if these people had just gone through a storm of serrated blades whisking through the air and cutting into flesh like the butchers cleaver to the hapless swine. Her hooded compatriot in this vision was replaced by a woman. Hair messily hanging over her face, black as night. Skin grey like a storm-ridden sky. Eyes red with a animalistic tension. Pupils seeming to wildly shake. Crimson blood dripped from off two blades she held at her sides. Dark markings quivering along her cheeks, her leather clothing ripped here and there, her ears twitching. Her senses scanning the area for any more forms of life. A sudden clapping broke the relative silence only littered with the crackling of flames.

"Good show, Good show!" An aristocratic young voice beamed from a silhouette standing just far enough to be unable to distinguish its finer features. "Exemplary, consider your first sortie a success, time to pull out"

The illusion broke before her with the out loud proclamation from her compatriot. The woman replaced with reality once more, the 'assist' bringing her along for this mission. The bodies clothing returned as they were, the scene settled back into what had just transpired. Unfettered, relentless murder by a soulless entity. Perhaps not too different, actually.

She sneered silently, her stance becoming relaxed; though she didn't let her guard down quite yet, she knew the battle here was already over. Walking over towards him, stepping over and in between lifeless hunks of meat with careful pacing. Shew knew the answer to his question, at least as it pertained to her months upon months ago. For the first time, she was grateful to now be a nobody. If not much else, it brought an end to feral instinct and pure psychotic viciousness. At least now she remained always in control of herself. She gave him a slight half-smirk, the only visible evidence of her answers semi-fallacy to the truth. "I would hope not, Mr.Mysterious" she added with a layer of sarcasm, for his secrecy of his identity. Making it just behind him as she had been prior to his rush into the field of battle. "Lead the way" she said with courtesy, a subtle acknowledgment of his wishes.