At twenty-five minutes past midnight, SttQ, Wik, Lycaenion, Lowtide, Blue Mage and Kyoki were crouched behind a low wall, some distance from the six rather scattered buildings that made up the fish packing plant, watching it. The windows were aglow with urple and wilver lights, interspersed with flashes of blello and glose, causing the Boarders, even the ones with sunglasses, to squint in order to protect their eyes.

Sounds of sugary harp-music and impossibly perfect voices that set one's teeth on edge came to them from inside the building, coupled with the sickeningly cloying scent of concentrated rose-water. And, somewhere, there was a hint of... heavy metal and motor-oil? The Stus, of course.

SttQ felt the hair in the nape of her neck stand on end. She was terrified, there was no denying it. Hell, she wouldn't have been human if she hadn't been. But she'd be damned before she'd give up. And she knew that this was true for her team-mates as well. No question. The demons would die this night.

"Okay, crew," she said in a low whisper. "Listen up. Each of us will head for one of the buildings, and plant the charges. Remember, C4 is highly malleable, so stuff all the cracks you can find. Make sure you duck when you have to pass a window. Be on the lookout for bits and Cute Animal Friends. Avoid them if possible, and if not, kill them as quickly and silently as you can. If you have low-calibre guns and they're not silenced yet, hand them over to Wik and he'll do it for you. When you're finished, come back here, wire in hand, and wait for the others.

Also, it is possible that you will hear the voice of your own personal Sueish nemesis coming from the building you're working on. Ignore it. Repeat, ignore it. Going into a killing frenzy would spell death for us all. And that, I think, is all. Let's go, and good luck to all of you."

With that, SttQ vaulted over the wall and headed for the main building, running inaudibly in the shadows. She caught a few glimpses of the others, as, silent as ghosts, they ran for the buildings they'd chosen. Biting her lip, she prayed everything would be all right.

Panted out Kyoki wheezily and apologetically as she staggered over to the group. "I would've shown up earlier, but I just got so indecisive about what I wanted to bring. I ended up just dumping most of my explosive collection into a my backpack... I didn't think I had so much - it's worse than running late with my textbooks."

Carefully setting down the bag, Kyoki rummaged through her jacket pockets muttering, "Not that, forgot I had that... Ooh! That's gonna be useful, but it's not what I'm looking for. Aha!" Pulling out a rubber band, she pulled back her sweaty black black hair into a ponytail and asks, "So what's the plan so far?"

, A voice said to the group, "What am I missing?"
The voice belonged to a girl, who had just noticed them. The girl had blue eyes and long, red hair that was tied into a ponytail by her pink ribbon. She worn a plain yellow shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. She also had circular glasses on, as she couldn't read very well without them.
She straighted her pointy blue hat as she thought about what she should do next. As she did this, she made sure that her sapphire was within the red backpack that she had on. She sighs in relief when she realizes that it's still there, then speaks out once again to SttQ and the others,
"The 9th Blue Mage is finally here, at your service!"

((OOC: If I'm doing anything wrong, you just let me know. I'm trying my best at writing as I possibly can.))

At about twelve past midnight, or simply shortly behind Wik, whichever you prefer to think of it as, a rather lanky girl with some rather short dirty blond hair was rapidly looking back and forth, quite obviously worried and just a little bit confused about this whole deal. She had just moved to The Board to attend college so she could be a police detective, and the very first thing she was assigned to do during her internship with the local police was, well, something she wasn't quite sure about. The detective she was working under had mumbled something about a police attache around his cigar, sent her off to the armory to grab a weapon, and left her to figure out just what in the name of Glod she was supposed to be doing.

It had taken her about half an hour to complete her paperwork, another ten minutes to get her piece checked out, and another thirty to go back home and grab a weapon she had been given during her welcoming party. After that, she finally read the orders she had been given along with everything else and kicked herself while she got in her car and got driving. if she was quick about it, she wouldn't arrive more then, say, fifteen minutes late. Somehow, including parking and unloading, she had managed it in twelve. And somehow she still found the time to be cagey about the entire ordeal. What kind of police work involved explicit orders to go in armed for close-quarters fighting, and why were they giving it to her?

Eventually, she spotted who was supposed to be her contact; a girl in an overlarge raincoat. So, with a deep breath she stepped over to the group and stammered out a greetings... of sorts. "Uhm, hello. My name is Sub-assistant Detective Lowtide, I was sent here at the behest of the police as an attache. I, uh, I wasn't told anything besides that I was supposed to assist you with something that involved possible combat, could somebody fill me in?" Sub-assistant Detective Lowtide had the figure of a beanpole, a cheap haircut, and was dressed in a shirt and slacks that were maybe half a size too small for her, probably from an old wardrobe. In other words, a college student trying to crimp and save everywhere she could. On her belt was a pistol in a holster, a few spare clips, and what appeared to be a Katana of some sort in its scabbard tied onto a belt loop, which she was nervously fingering while she glanced at the van. With the stuff stuffed into the back of that thing, could you really blame her?

The voice was amused, and its owner, despite her words, was scarcely more than a silhouette herself; as she walked closer, it became apparent that her clothes were entirely black, and the hat tilted down over her face likewise.

There was a fleeting gleam of dim light on metal, and the low scraping sound of a sword being returned to its sheath. "No worries," the newcomer added, and grinned widely, reaching up to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "This was where you were supposed to be, and no Sue worth her salt'd be caught dead in a coat like that."

She shook back the sleeves of her own as she spoke; it was a heavy affair, and was, of course, black. "This ought to be a good time," she mused. "Wonder what kind of mucking about with spacetime threw this monster up... I'm Lycaenion, by the way."

((OOC: It's currently 1 AM on my end, and I have to sleep. However, I want to join this RP before the influx of Boarders commences.))

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! He was glad that he had recived the message from Sedri and that there were no qualifications needed to join in except weapons, the training to use them, and the willingness to fight.

He usually didn't join in such things, his rashness having led to blunders before. The recklessness was not battle-related, but rather one of a social nature. He was too quick to scream and insult those that he had disagreed with, or worse, took it out on unrelated targets out of a sudden flash of sadism.

He cannot promise that he may not do the same this day, but he sure as heck gonna try.

He got to the gates, a little sweaty from running.

"I'm here! Boarder Wik reporting."