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The Last Avenger and the World of Omni: The Hunt for Kusanagi!

“I’m surprised you let me summon some wheels for us.” Kuzuru said from the comfort of Italian leather seats, in his newly summoned doombuggy. “ Don’t you normally run around everywhere like a cracked out methhead?”

Sasuke scoffed as their gas-powered ride sputtered though the blank canvass of the Nexus. “Maybe I didn’t think you could keep up.” he said. 

Kuzuru erupted in laughter, “Kid, only thing faster than you is that tongue of yours. Though, I wonder if you’re fast enough to stop me from cutting it off?”

“Won’t know until you try.” the shinobi provoked with a wild excitement alive in his eyes.

Kuzuru slapped a kind hand to Sasuke’s shoulder. “Love that young spirit of yours!” he laughed. “You make me feel a thousands years young again!”

Sasuke shot the mercenary a perplexed glare, eliciting a change in subject from the Ashen Blade. “So, I have been dying to ask,” the demon confessed with one hand on the steering wheel, “what the hell happened back there?” I never expected the returning champ to get eliminated before the semifinals.” Kuzuru jabbed at Sasuke’s shoulder, “Honestly, I want my money back.”

Sasuke just stared out into the open nothingness for a moment. “I blacked out.”

“You blacked out?”

“I’m not really sure what happened.” the shinobi said as their vehicle neared their chosen gate. “I was prepared for that match, excited even, but then, as soon as it started, everything went blank. When I came too, I hadn’t just lost the match, my Sharingan was active.”

Sasuke scanned for commander Arnold Hammond on approach, but found only nameless stormtroopers manning the gate. Kuzuru eyed the checkpoint as he came to a stop and asked, “Your Sharingan?”

“Yea,” the shinobi grinned, “and that’s not the whole of it. It's here. I know where Kusanagi is.”
Dante's Abyss 2015
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Mark Twain Wrote:"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug."

That was the thing about sword guys, Kuzuru figured, they were always so damned proud of their swords. Humans seemed to have this odd fascination with inanimate objects, as if a magic stick or a sparkly sword would make them out to be anything other than they were. The demon smirked. Kusanagi was just another hunk of metal with a fancy lightshow strapped to it, no different than any other weapon. Were it not for the Uchiha’s insistence that they recover the damned thing Kuzuru would have been content with letting it go to waste in the bowels of Coruscant. A fancy weapon does not a warrior make, and in fact usually served as nothing more than a crutch so that a child could play soldier. With that said, Sasuke was not a child, at least not metaphorically. He passed Kuzuru’s litmus test with flying colors, every member of the Ashen Blades did. Magic sword or not the shinobi was a killer, and it was for this reason that Kuzuru accompanied him on his quest.

“Whatever you say kid,” Kuzuru said as he desummoned his buggy, “I’m just here for the ride.”

“Well don’t get too comfortable,” Sasuke said, “whoever has it probably isn’t a pushover.”

Kuzuru adjusted his shades and responded, “Wouldn’t be fun if they were.”

The duo approached the checkpoint and came to a halt in front of the cadre of stormtroopers. They were ushered into seperate lines and corralled through a series of scanners. X-rays revealed no weapons, but the more advanced scanners laid his abilities bare. While biologically he was not much different than a regular human, it was his omnilium-enhanced characteristics that gave away his true nature. As he reached the final chamber he was presented with a closed gate and a speaker.

“Kuzuru, leader of the Ashen Blades,” Said a metallic voice.

Kuzuru just smiled and answered, “That’s me, and you’ll see that all of my appropriate paperwork is up to date and submitted appropriately.”

Mercenaries weren’t outright banned from Coruscant, especially since the Empire made heavy use of bounty hunters, but their presence was heavily monitored. While Kuzuru had no patience for bureaucracy, Mathaziel took to it like a fish to water. Every member of the Blades was registered with the Empire’s databases and allowed free reign of Coruscant, barring any extenuating circumstances. For all intents and purposes the Ashen Blades were model mercs.

“Indeed it is, you’re a long way from home, what business do you have here?” The intercom asked.

“I’m here for pleasure.”

There were a few moments of silence before the voicebox spoke again, “Very well, but please do be aware that your movements will be monitored heavily, and any actions against the Empire or her citizens will be met with overwhelming force.”

“Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Kuzuru said, “I’m just looking for a good time is all, you know, get away from the clouds of ash and rivers of pyroclast.”

After a few more procedures the duo were released into Coruscant proper. Kuzuru slapped a hand on Sasuke’s back and pointed down the main strip leading away from the checkpoint.

“Before we go poking our heads in places they don’t belong, let’s go get something to eat.”
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Miranda didn’t have much time to leave the building. It was very likely authorities were starting to catch wind that something was up in one of their secure buildings. It wasn’t unlikely for the old woman imprisoned here to cut off surveillance installations in her building when taking part in experiments way above the usual investigator’s pay grade, but it had been down for too long. Luckily for Frost, her means of exiting the building safely had already been established in her clearance package. She would not be hassled even if authorities do come knocking, but dealing with them still wasn’t on her list of priorities.

As she slowly strolled onto the durasteel decking of the hangar bay, the doors were already opening for her, the natural light streaming through the blast doors to illuminate the pristine industrial aura of that compartment. Her eye flickered to adjust to the lighting, her steady stroll leading her to the edge of the opening. She looked out and over, marveling over the sheer size of the city-scape. She tapped the side of her helmet and her sensors automatically loaded the predetermined flightpath from the suit’s memory banks.

For a moment she scoffed and took a step back from the open space. The more she read the data on her optical sensor the more it seemed as if the suit was capable of flight or that she was capable of flight. Her hand moved to the blades sigil on the right side of her breast plate and pressed the blood jewel centered upon it. Plates of durasteel and ceramite open and slid over each other as the Valkeria-class Terminator armor opened, allowing Miranda to step out in a more manageable form factor. Although still awkard to move, the speed in which she could was definitely a plus. Perfect

She turned and pressed her palm to the chest of the hulking Terminator armor, condensing it down into the blood jewel she had pressed earlier. It was a quick modification on her part, giving her an easy method to transition from the two without help from servant droids. She couldn’t imagine having to wait that long to step out of that giant durasteel coffin. In a spectacular array of rainbow light, the armor stored itself within the jewel. She pressed the jewel into the Blades sigil on her current suit, completing the mark with the gleaming, softly glowing ruby.

Frost thought about how she could fly using this suit and not one of the countless vehicles she saw zipping to and fro over the Coruscant sky. Her mind was brought to the memory of her transformation, the sprouting of her aethereal angelic wings and halo. Although it had never given her true flight, the aesthetic was still present. She bit her lip and stepped out against the edge once more. “Alright Miranda, just a little bit of power”.

Miranda focused not on the unleashing of the vengeful aura, but in controlling it to the point of focusing all of it into the wings itself. The vents just under the suit’s power pack were a perfect size for her wings. She grinned as the crimson flame like wingspan sprouted spontaneously from her back like a bird of prey proudly displaying its massive vanity. It was strange, this transformation of hers. Unlike before Miranda couldn’t feel the two appendages but now they were as receptive as her own two arms. She could feel the heavy gusts of the wind and the warm touch of the sun’s rays.

She lept from the ledge, the wings carrying her in a seemingly instinctive manner. No focus was needed, she merely flew.

The flight itself was over quicker than she had hoped. As she walked towards the entrance in which she had come, she found it hard to slow the fast and heavy beat of her heart. The experience in on itself was exhilarating, a thrill she never thought she’d ever live through. She’d stop in her place, her eye-catching the visage of someone familiar. Walking through the gates Kuzuru and someone else. Miranda moved to block their path, her towering figure casting them in her shadow. Her hands raised to move the helmet, her long, pale hair spilling out over the ceramite breastplate. Of her armor.

Her face was lighter than usual, with a smile not often seen stretched over her face. The familiar crimson glow of her sole artificial eye was still as prevalent as always. She was relaxed, and her stature showed this. “Long time no talk, Kuzu-boy.”, She greeted, tucking the angelic themed helmet under the crook of her arm. Her eye flicked to the boy at his side curious. “Now you’re adopting kids? You’re growing soft.”
"I've been here before, used to this kind of war. Crossfire grind through the sand. The orders were easy: 'It's kill or be killed'. Blood on both sides will be spilled."
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Sergeant Commander Arnold Hammond had told Sasuke a great deal about the marvelous city of Coruscant, but nothing had quite prepared the shinobi for what awaited them upon their arrival. Even Kuzuru, who was already accustomed with the verse, took a moment to appreciate it’s futuristic grandeur. A moment of adoration, Sasuke was blatantly captivated by the radiant skyscrapers that marked the horizon, the neon lights that flooded the city’s futuristic airways, and the intricate infrastructure that held it all together.

The wonder of nature, replaced with a new wonder. Sasuke thought as the pair of primes were ushered through the Empire’s checkpoint. Technology, it shaped the very foundation of the city. Embedded in it, it molded a city out of Orochimaru’s wildest dreams. As far as the eye could see, flying machines raced around haphazardly, advertisements pixelated out of thin air, and even the night’s sky was just an artificial portrayal of a beautiful sunset. Sasuke had to consciously remember to close his mouth. 

Beyond the glitz and the glam, a sense of military and security welcomed Sasuke and Kuzuru. In separate but parallel lines, pop-up stations, equipped with even more estranged technology, proceeded to visually probe the primes. Sasuke’s Sharingan flared up immediately, but the shinobi relaxed as the scans proved harmless.  

“Sasuke Uchiha.” the metallic voice stated. “Prime. Last seen competing in this year’s Syntec hosted event, Dante’s Abyss.”

“Hot damn,” one of the stormtroopers manning the station said, “this says you’re the inaugural grand champion.” Then the stormtrooper radioed something inaudible for Sasuke over his com, followed by what sounded like a scoff. “Don’t let that go to your head though,” the stormtrooper said, “doesn’t mean much around here. The primes employed by the Empire make that little competition look like a joke.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” the shinobi responded nonchalantly, concealing an internal smirk. 

“Known associations are an unrecognized regime in a city named Nippur,” the metallic voice continued, “ran by an ambitious prime named Gilgamesh in the Endless Dunes.”

“City of Nipple, huh?” the guard laughed.

“It’s Nippur,” Sasuke said while keeping a cool temperament, “and it might do you some good to remember that, if ever you’re around those parts.”

“Yea?” the stormtrooper scoffed again. “Don’t worry. I won’t be. You’re good to go. Stay in line and you’ll enjoy your stay.” Deadpan, Sasuke kept eye contact, gave a nod, and rejoined his companion.

Quote:Kuzuru slapped a hand on Sasuke’s back and pointed down the main strip leading away from the checkpoint. “Before we go poking our heads in places they don’t belong, let’s go get something to eat.”

“That’s fine,” the shinobi agreed while they made their way through the crowded streets, “but let’s find a restaurant on tier two.”

“Why there?” the demon asked as he took in the scent of the place. A plethora of food vendors almost as diverse as Coruscant’s inhabitants themselves dominated the smells and adorned both the city’s roads and airways.   

“That’s where we’ll find our next lead.” Sasuke answered.

“How do you know that?” the demon asked. He almost looked disappointed at the idea of leaving tier one and all of its food behind. “Ah, right,” Kuzuru teased, “Shish Kabob or whatever.”

“Sure, I’ll eat that.” Sasuke said with a grin and they both shared a laugh. Before they could get much further into the city however, a giant armored behemoth of a woman impeded their way.

Quote:“Long time no talk, Kuzu-boy.”, She greeted, tucking the angelic themed helmet under the crook of her arm. Her eye flicked to the boy at his side curious. “Now you’re adopting kids? You’re growing soft.”~~

“Shinobi aren't kids. They’re weapons.” Sasuke rebutted off the cuff and without emotion. “Tools used to serve a purpose.” 

“I bet you’re a hit at parties, aren’t you?” Kuzuru said while slapping a hand to Sasuke’s shoulder again. “He’s right though, you know.” The demon embraced the youth. “He’s a blade. You’re looking at the newest member of the Ashen Blades, or he will be after we finish this job here.”

“Is that so?” Miranda responded quizzically. “Impressive, but I’ll be the judge of that though. I happen to know Kuzuru hates baby sitting, so you better pull your own weight.”

“You can try me if you like.” Sasuke taunted the newcomer, placing a hand to the rested hilt of Kusanagi at his waist. “Right here, right now.”

Miranda stepped forward, Sasuke lowered his center of gravity, and Kuzuru’s eyes widened before shooting to the stoormtroopers less than half a mile away. Eyes back to his squad again, the demon stepped between them. “Now, now,” Kuzuru interjected, “normally I’d have a drink and a blast watching the two of you tear eachother up, but not here, not right now.”

“My, my,” Miranda teased her leader, “Kuzuru, are you being the level headed one here?”

“Awe,” the demon moaned, “just back me up, will ya? The kid checks out. Sasuke, tell us about the target. Who do we need to terminate?” As he finished talking, Kuzuru hailed a cab and opened the door for his companions.

“Colonel.” the ninja answered as the trio of primes traversed the city by hover-taxi, headed towards the tier elevators. “He’s rumored to be a high ranking EPD official here. I had a run in with him a while back.” Sasuke said as he leaned back into the tattered leather of the cab seat, then sighed. “He’s a real piece of work, but he’s handy in combat.” Sasuke took a considerate pause then said, “Real handy. I never thought I’d cross paths with him again, certainly not like this. The Omniverse is funny like that.”

"Colonel huh?" this time it was Miranda who asked as they finally arrived at their destination. “So, where’s he held up at?”

“I can’t really explain it,” Sasuke said as they all exited the cab and Kuzuru summoned some Omnilium for the driver, “but I get the sense he’s in this neighborhood on tier two somewhere.”

“So, all we have to go on,” Miranda said as they all boarded the tier elevator to descend, “is that he’s somewhere in the ballpark of all of tier two and he’s a fucking cop? Brilliant.”
Dante's Abyss 2015
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Mark Twain Wrote:"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug."

Tier Two was as spectacular as Tier One, but underneath the technological wonder, it felt very much the suburbs to the inner city metro of Tier One. Futuristic downtown market places, captivating vendors, and government facilities had all been replaced with futuristic parks, restaurants, and government facilities. Still, the Imperial might was significantly less present here, than it was on Tier One, and Sasuke was thankful for that. 

The trio of primes hailed another cab and soon one answered, hovering to a stop in front of them. “Where ya headed?” the alien taxi driver asked from over his barnacle stricken shoulder as Sasuke and Kuzuru entered the cab with ease; Miranda’s larger stature made entering the cab more difficult for her. 

Kuzuru just looked to Sasuke, who in turn flashed crimson eyes and said, “That way.” Dark eyed again, he extended a finger to indicate which direction.

The driver turned his head to an erie degree and used all nine of his arthropodic eyes to glare at them. He made a hand gesture encouraging them to elaborate and asked, “That way…?”

“Yup,“ Kuzuru answered, “that way. Take us to the first Italian restaurant you see headed in that direction.”

“You got it boss.” the cabbie grunted as he turned his attention back to the airway, and everyone felt the lift off of the taxi’s propulsion. Flight wasn’t something Sasuke was particularly familiar with, but fear isn’t something that comes naturally to a shinobi, especially one’s affected by mass genocide such as the Uchiha. The youth kept his eyes glued to the window as they zipped and zoomed sporadically through the orderly chaos of Coruscant’s evening air-traffic.

“It’s quite something, isn’t it?” Kuzuru asked, surveying his newest recruit closely. Sasuke just kept watching the cities moving parts while the demon spoke. “I remember my first trip here. It’s easy to get lost in the thrill of it all. I’m not going to have to keep my eye on you, am I?”

Miranda damn near snorted from laughing so hard. “I told you he doesn’t like to babysit.”

“That won't be necessary.” Sasuke replied solemnly, eyes unaverted from the window. “I just want to get this over with. In and out.”

“That’s the spirit,” Kuzuru said just before his eyes lit up from the approaching restaurant, “but let’s eat first!”

“We’re here.” the alien said as their vehicle came to a stop. “You can pay in credits or raw omnillium, but none of those horseshit tokens from Camelot.” The cabbie snorted and Kuzuru paid with raw Omnilium, then all three primes shuffled out onto street, in front of a restaurant called ‘Cielo Spaziale Polpetta’. Sasuke summoned an orb of omnilium and snagged himself a newspaper from a newsstand on the way into the restaurant.
Dante's Abyss 2015
[Image: Sasuke_DA_zpsb4vizgxd.png]       
Mark Twain Wrote:"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug."

Miranda stopped as the two boys left the cab, a leather gloved hand gripping the doorframe of the cab. Fortunately, the two bafoons hadn't spoken anything about their mission in the cab, but they did leave a trail of various tails and hooks. From what Miranda saw in the research facility, the Empire was a glutton for information. Whether the cab they rode in was bugged or not, the trio didn't need their chances raised. Gently she crouched back down, her head peeking back into the cab. "Listen. You're going to be our driver for today. Understood? You'll be compensated for your work."

 The alien's eyes shifted from mild annoyance to a pleasant contemplation, his chin tentacles quivered at the thought. Surely the old alien was experienced in what he does and that's just what the trio needed "Compensation. Credits or Omnilinium?", he queried.  Miranda held out a leather bound hand, a shard of raw omnilinium forming within her palm, coalescing from radiant rainbow light. The old driver hesitated but took the rock, seemingly inspecting its legitimacy.

 "We can pay you in whatever form you wish, but first...", the scarlet light of her eye focused on the dashboard, her vision piercing deep into the center console of the cab, her eye searching for what she suspected. Sure enough, it was there, embedded within the navigational equipment. The light of her eye dimmed and turned towards the driver. "There is a bug embedded in your navicomputer. You will remove it. You will wipe it clean. You will dispose of it. Do we have a deal?"

 The male alien stroked at his matted mass of chin tentacles before nodding. "You've a deal lass. When will you need to be picked up?"

With her hand still outstretched she fabricated another object. a small but tough device no bigger than a casino die constructed with a ceramite casing. In the middle of the small hemispherical object was a red LED and on the backside was a data port. "When its light flashes, the device will have the coordinates of our estimated positions. Come to pick us up then." With that said she backed away to follow the two "Children" inside. The door closed and the driver drove off, leaving Miranda with the most curious of grins.

 She quickly found the two sitting in a booth of the small diner they were dropped off near. Something about it made the woman glow in this nostalgiac feeling. There was something about the red leather seating and the checker style floor tiles that just made her grin. She slid into the booth next to the new kid, her eye glancing at the newspaper his head was buried in.  "I've secured us transportation for the duration of our stay, Kuzu."

 "Perfect. Driving is for the help."

 Miranda sighed and leaned back into the soft seat, her arm resting atop the booth. A single claw inched over, gently flicking at the flimsy paper. "Watcha readin'?"
"I've been here before, used to this kind of war. Crossfire grind through the sand. The orders were easy: 'It's kill or be killed'. Blood on both sides will be spilled."
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Sasuke had never experienced anything like this. He was just boy, and he wasn’t prepared for this. The smells alone, the smells that hit you in the face when you entered the building. This was no Ramen House. 

Spices the ninja had never smelt, aromas he couldn’t explain, they left the very air deliciously palpable. The hostess led the pair of primes down the aisle to their booth, and the scent of exotic seasoning left them all but frothing at the mouth. The ninja would never show it, but he was besides himself with gleeful anticipation. Instead, he kept to the task at hand. Plopping down onto the both, he ordered a simple water from the waitress when she asked them, and began to study the newspaper he had bought, “The Daily Stormer”.

“What’cha readin’?” It was Miranda who asked. She had secured further transportation, and rejoined the party in the booth. She took up more space than either of the males, and as such, didn’t need to lean in to read from over Sasuke’s shoulder.  

“Gotta check for leads.” Sasuke said as he held “The Daily Stormer” up for her to see anyway. It was one of the first lesson taught in the academy, shinobi 101. Everything is a resource to the ninja. You can find answers in even the thickest of propaganda.  

Miranda scoffed slightly, her face not unpleasant, just amused. “-And this is how you do that?” 

“Best investigated reporting in Coruscant.” Sasuke said as he held the paper up again to point out where the paper said just that. He gave Miranda a wink and a grin before diverting his eyes back to the paper. Then he said, “Go ahead, you can laugh, but they probably get lucky sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine,” Miranda said as the waitress came and took down her own beverage order, then left again, “I just can’t believe that you are looking for tips in the state-run tabloids.” Kuzuru and her both chuckled.

“Not looking for,” the shinobi grinned as he slid the newspaper across the table to her, “found.”

Miranda’s eyes lit up as Kuzuru leaned forward to get himself a better look. Miranda slid the newspaper across the table to Kuzuru, pointing out what Sasuke had found. They all shared a nervous look and a charged silence that was only interrupted by their waitress returning.

“Hi!” the waitress said as she approached the table with a bubbly attitude and a digital pad for taking orders. She was alien, but that didn’t stop her from being attractive. She had plush, pink skin and a voluptuous figure, with radiant diamonds for eyes. It was obvious she was tipped well. “My name is Vixonya and I’ll be your waitress tonight.”

“Tonight is Spaghetti Saturday, so it’s all you can eat pasta with spaceballs from seven to nine. You guys have about... forty-five minutes left for that and it’s our specialty. It’s what we’re known for, so I highly recommend that.”

“Aaaand, let’s see. We also have Chicken Parmigiana, and our famous House Shrimp Carbonara. Both Chef’s favorites and they’re delicious. Just let me know when you guys are ready to order and I’ll get you guys taken care of. Okay?” 

“Uhh…” the ninja said with a raised finger to get her attention, “What’s Spaghetti?”

“Are you serious?” the waitress was taken aback. “Oh wow, kid, you’re in for a treat.”
Dante's Abyss 2015
[Image: Sasuke_DA_zpsb4vizgxd.png]       
Mark Twain Wrote:"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug."

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