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Sunward Atop Sunrest Mesa

"What other choice do we have?" he said to Odette. "We have to save her!"

"I agree with that," Mhynt said, "but... the question is how we go about it."

"I'll try to... figure out how much time I have keeping her stable," Owen reported.

Mhynt nodded. She glanced at Sada, then at others. "Does anyone know the actual schematics for this... thing?" She pointed at the Iron Moth. "What does it do? What is it connected to?" She glanced at Brisa, then Matthias, still restrained, then the other scattered, less familiar faces.

Owen stared at Brisa for far longer, like something was suddenly bubbling up, yet not quite reaching the surface. This seemed to puzzle him.

"Have... we met? ...Before?" Before. That word felt... weighted. Hmm.

"Focus on the task at hand, Owen," Mhynt reminded.

"Right--sorry."
 
"Leaf! Help me reach Articuno! We'll call out to him together." (Could she feel how he was feeling, too?)

With one last apologetic look towards Odette and Archie, Steven closed his eyes and focused. (Gods, today was a day of firsts all around, wasn't it?) 'Lord Articuno, please! If you can hear me, we need your help atop the Sunrest Mesa, immediately!'

They had to hope, too, that if it came to it, they could stop the Covenant again. They would. For Amida.

Leaf had never really bothered practicing telepathy before. Talking to and through Beetle, sure, but that was their thing, nothing to do with her being psychic now because unicorn. The telekinesis had been more useful (and cooler) so far. But now she was supposed to, what, somehow find one guy out in the middle of nowhere and hope that if she brain-screamed loud enough, they'd hear it? Brain-hear it? Ugh.

(Did she really even want Articuno to hear? There was still a part of her that didn't trust them, either. Did the volcarona even really understand what was being offered to her? The risks involved?

...didn't matter. Amida wanted a chance. Needed a chance. So a chance was what she was going to get.)

She screwed her eyes shut, made a herculean effort to drown out the shouting shut up shut up shut up, and tried pushing her thoughts out without Beetle's help.

[Arti— Lord Articuno? We found some of the hidden Coven...ant guys. But Ami— the Living Sun is also here, and she might fall apart. You're the only one here who can stop it!]
 
Kimiko was more than a match for him, and her bladed leaves sliced into the weapon's controls more than well enough to prevent its use.

There were, however, other platforms.

The remaining barrels spat brimstone as the dirigible's guns launched twelve-pound shells towards the Wayfarers below.

Had she any time to think rather than worry about the safety of her friends below, Kimiko might have been impressed at just how easily she'd downed that machoke by herself. Alas, there were more pressing concerns. Like, perhaps, just maybe, the fact that her infiltration hadn't been enough to sabotage all the cannons...!

She felt the reverberations before she heard them fire, and they shook her to her core. She dashed to the nearest window, not even the dizzying height enough to distract her from the dread, staring in horrible anticipation, as all she could see was the smoke from the shot...

She'd hesitated. If only she'd gotten there a little quicker... those seconds she wasted blasting Matthias just to selfishly vent her frustration...

Until the smoke begin to clear and somehow, she realized, no damage had been done. The missiles had been halted in midair, by - was that Steven? Regardless, she breathed a sigh of relief.

A flash of light startled her and suddenly there was Gladion, gleefully angrily tearing apart any machinery he could get his claws on. How did...? Oh, right... Kimiko had one of those orbs, too. Well, on the bright side, she could use hers now rather than try to figure out how she was going to get back down the chain...

She left Gladion to the carnage and popped back into existence down below just in time to see Matthias crumple to Valere's finishing blow. Good, that was two problems now dealt with.

Moments later, the rest of the squad also popped into existence, along with... oh. Crap. That must be the light that the robot moth was meant to contain. The professor was suddenly in contact with Betel of all things, and there was a lot of hasty discussion of how to handle this.

You can’t be serious!?” Archie yelled. “You can’t actually believe they’re going to just let Amida go free, after all this!? Destroy that thing, before it’s too late!”
“So let me get this straight,” she seethed. “We come up here to stop the fucking Covenant from usurping this Radiance power, and now that things have gone so far off the fucking rails for them, the convenient answer to the current woe is ARTICUNO?”

"I don't... do either of you have a better idea?" Kimiko snapped back in desperation, instantly regretting how harsh it came out, but they had no time to debate this! "We can't just let her die."

Her tail lit up in anticipation of another round of battle. She was tired from dashing around, but otherwise healthy; she could handle a couple more goons if necessary. "We've beat down saints before, we can do it again. If they pull anything, we're right here. Let them try."

That this was their only acceptable option (in her eyes) left a sour taste in her mouth; she'd never met this Articuno, but it didn't sound like anyone she had any reason to trust. But that didn't change their situation. So, she dashed back towards the robot moth, planting herself directly in front of it. If anything even remotely suspicious arose, she'd be ready to start cutting.

Gods, I hope this is the right thing to do...
 
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