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[It comes at some point in the mid-afternoon, not that space is anything but timeless. The Fleet holds its collective breath as a lone figure works tireless at the controls, surrounded by as much machinery as could be feasibly cobbled together in the span of a few short weeks… But Zhade is here and working hard, and at last he finds an opening.

Communicators and consoles light up everywhere, broadcasting his voice and half-shrouded face in a broad echo. There's nothing to lose, and no reason to hide themselves any longer.]

This is Zhade! Prepare yourselves-- the shields are about to come down! You'll need to hit it with everything you have. Spells, cannons, everything, all of it. Don't you dare hold back, not after the heroics you've shown us time and time again!

[He wipes some sweat from his scarred brow and hits a button, broadcasting instead an image of the Marsiva. The space around it crackles and sparks visibly, lightning rippling over the barrier in a honeycomb fashion. This is the same view as from any of the Fleet's windows. The audio picks up the sound of things sparking and crackling around Zhade, but this doesn't slow him at all.

Instead, he roars a simple command:]

FIRE—!

[The shields are down, and all is laid bare.

What happens next is up to the combined strength of the Fleet, whether they are firing upon the ship to maintain a distraction or boarding the ship themselves.]

[ooc: Please see the latest drift post for information on toplevels, threading, etc. and what to expect.]

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[He can't help a grin.]

Aw, now, that's not so bad. It could be worse. [In a few ways. But they'll see how it goes. He brings the massive blade up to rest against a shoulder.]

This old thing? Besides cut anything in half, I suppose it could reap a soul or two, if that's what we're really after. Do you think that has one? [He nodded to the blob.] Maybe a peek into its life and doings will be useful.

I don't know if it actually has like a real soul, but the morality issue kinda points to me thinking it doesn't have a "soul".

[Like, how mean or evil people were said to not have souls because of how cruel they were.]

But, sure... give it a try.

Might surprise you, what does and doesn't have a soul in this old universe. But let's see about this one.

[He isn't worried about retaliation from this thing. In fact, he expects it, and he knows as soon as he sees it, he's going to be on the other side of the room again. So he steps right up, scythe over his shoulder, and once he's close enough, he gives it a good swing, looking to plant the end right into the blob to see if he can view the thing's Cinematic Record.]

[Maybe he can. Maybe they all can.]

[Or maybe it's just a blur of fuzzy images and distorted memories. Undertaker's power wasn't completely turned off, but the sheer amount of history that could be gleaned through the scythe were too much to be displayed properly for them to see and understand it.

And the blob... it didn't appreciate being stabbed. It slowly started to expand over the blade.]

Well, damn. It looks like it's trying to swallow your scythe!

[The records that emerged were muddled and unlike anything he had ever seen. Not that he expected a full lifetime's worth of story from this creature, but it was still something to be gained. They knew now they weren't going to gain information the easy way after all they had been through, but of course it never would be easy. Not with this lot.]

[Already a step ahead, he caught the creature trying to take in his beloved scythe and gave a healthy yank to remove it before taking a reaper's step back, essentially teleporting himself a comfortable distance away and back with his companions with a giggle.]

So it did. Quite fascinating, indeed.

[Duo frowned.]

It's absorbing physical attacks. There has to be something... maybe a magic solution?

Except... I don't do magic.

[Careful not to poke anyone he didn't expect, he set the pole of his scythe over his shoulders and hung one wrist over it.]

Well now, there's a bit of a problem. What I do isn't quite magic in itself, though I would admit it's a bit superhuman. I could, however, sent a wave of sharp energy though it if that might work. Trouble is, if it's near the hull, we're more likely to see me cut through too much and put us all in a spot.

[Duo chuckled a little, a nervous sound.]

Cutting through the hull is definitely a bad idea.

You don't have a way to hold it back a bit?

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agh sorry so late!

same! LOL