Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

Toshiro scowls, but merely says, "[We shall see. If they have any dignity, they'll take their own steps instead of surrendering when we bring them to heel.]"

He doesn't sound like he thinks that's likely.

It takes a while to reach the part of the ship they're aiming for. The place is a warren of corridors lit in blue-white light, and walls and floor alike are marred in places with the signs of energy blasts and explosions. Instead of lettered signs, holograms indicate which doors lead to where- Toshiro points out one that goes to the place where he sleeps, and another not unlike a rifle that he says leads to a lesser armory. "[I guard this place especially,]" he notes. "[The door won't lock, so as long as the demons live someone has to keep them out.]"

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"[Do they frequently make sorties here? Or have the incidences fallen off recently?]"

Or increased recently.

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"[They strike more often than I would like,]" says Toshiro, "[but not often enough to suggest heavy numbers. I suspect they are coming to the end of their numbers, but that may be wishful thinking.]"

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"[I hope you're right,]" Dinah says. "[You'll come back to guard here while we're working?]"

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"[Of course,]" says Toshiro. "[Is there any other way I may be of assistance?]"

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"[Keep us apprised of any choke-points or potential ambush sites, if you known of them.]"

She smiles, then, a little wryly.

"[And don't neglect watching your own back for fear of ours.]"

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"[Be wary of the vents,]" says Toshiro, indicating one of them as they pass. "[They are too small for a man or a woman, but the demons can use them to travel. I was nearly taken down that way once. But only once.]"

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"[We'll be careful,]" Dinah assures him. "[Thank you for the warning.]"

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Toshiro nods and steps through one more irised door. "[This is the place where I see the demons most often,]" he says, "[and sometimes the bakemono. Good luck.]"

He bows, and retreats to cover the armory.

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"[And to you]," Diana says, before turning to Dinah.

"I find myself wanting to be more optimistic about our chances for succeeding by diplomacy."

Tensions are running high on both sides of the divide, it seems.

"Though I do think my bracers should work for deflecting whatever energy their weapons are firing."

Thermal or not.

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"You always want that, Diana."

Dinah agrees, nevertheless. It would be nice.

She glances up and around, checking their environment.

"I think you're probably right. I hope he was was right and ricochets don't cause too much damage."

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"Well, there's one way to find out."

And that way is probably 'forward'.

"Hopefully any signs of their presence will be detectable long before we can see them."

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The sounds of scuffling, perhaps? Like feet- or boots- against metal floors?

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Just like that.

"You hear that?"

It's a rhetorical question. Dinah pulls a foot back, lifts her hands, knifelike and ready.

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"I do, indeed."

Diana drops one hand down near her hip, equally ready to grab her lasso or block weaponfire.

Or, should their be opportunity, to attempt to parley.

(Hope is nearly impossible to kill. Thank all the gods.)

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The thing that rounds the corner makes no attempt at anything like stealth, or cover. It stops in its tracks at the sight of the two women, levels a finger at Dinah, and wails.

It would be an unearthly prelude to an attempted death charge, if it did not look quite so much like something out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

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Dinah is taken back that it picks her to point at. But it isn't attacking yet, so she holds up her hands showing that they're empty.

"Hey, Diana. How do we try diplomacy?"

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Diana holds up her own hands, palms out and fingers flat.

"Start with non-aggression and go from there?"

Or she could start trying out her stable of alien languages.

Kryptonian will probably be unproductive, but stranger things have happened.

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That would require the thing to have a grasp on language in the first place, alas. It lunges at the nearer of the two women, over-long arms reaching for her neck.

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"Let's try that, then," Dinah says, even as she leaps. Her hands catch the lower arm of the thing and she somersaults over it, twisting the arm to bring it to the ground with as little actual hurt to it was possible.

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The thing is disturbingly strong- then again, it's just disturbing all around, really. It hits the deck and attempts to shove itself up with the other arm immediately, its toes scrabbling for leverage as well.

Oh, and there are two others that just rounded the corner, and they're both pointing at Diana and screaming.

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Two on one, it would seem, at least for the moment.

One option is to close, which opens the door for greater potential damage.

The other --

Diana unhooks the lasso from her waist, spinning it briefly before attempting to snare both oncoming creatures.

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They are not good at dodging, only at headlong charging.

Diana is very, very good with the lasso.

They never really stood a chance, no matter how much they struggle after going down.

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