[Away Mission:] Day 3, Alemar III (Final battle)

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Something strange begins to happen underground. Those pretty, glistering crystals that twinkle from the walls and ceilings start to move, sinking down into the rock, and disappearing from all sight. In each cave and cavern, every arching ceiling and cramped tunnel, they all vanish.

The main cave where the visitors were brought during the tour feels darker now. It has weathered the trauma of the last three days better than some places, but that's all about to change.


[ooc: And welcome to the kickoff of our final leg of the Alemar III plot! Day 3 has officially begun, which means all team posts moving forward should reflect that. Below, this post is split into two sections: the first is for any teams or individuals who want to establish themselves as being in the main cave for the final action of the plot; the second is for our teams of fighters and all who wish to assist them. Bear in mind that the historians and empaths won't step in to reveal what's going on until the next group post; this is primarily for the last battle and gathering all the fractured teams back together. If you're not sure where your group is, check in with your plotting e-mails or the plotting post; if you don't want to join the main group until the fighting stops, the next post will also have a place for your characters to enter and reconnect with friends. If there are any questions, leave them in the plotting post and a mod will get back to you asap!]

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[immafrog]

Black Ranger was already on the way, jumping right over the swinging tail, dodge rolling back to his feet and swing his Power Axe as the barbed tail went after his friend. He quickly switched it over to its Gun Mode, aiming powerful shots at it.

"Mind if I join the party?" He asked rhetorically, switching modes once more to Axe. "Aeryn, try to keep the back and out of its range. Blue Ranger and I can keep up on the close combat front!"

Ranged fighters were meant to be in the back for a reason, but she was a great asset just now and he would hate for her to get hurt because of them.

[awol_redranger]

"These guys keep getting uglier." Andros retorted, joining the fight.Their best option at the moment was to stick together. Maybe if they defeated one, the others would go away. Or, if nothing else, they'd have one less to worry about. He didn't know how the others were fairing, if Adam and Billy had stayed morphed the last few days at least they wouldn't be that hungry. Problem was they weren't at full stregnth, bodily or team wise.

And these guys didn't seem to have any weaknesses. Besides the old hit it really hard and hope you damage it. At least the Crystaloids didn't eat their weapons. That got old fast.

"How you guys doing?" Andros asked, keeping his Spiral Saber out in front of him, gauging the enemy, moving and twisting.

[morphitudinous]

"Rough few days, but we lived," Billy finally answered---his voice sounded like he'd swallowed sandpaper, but that was more of a deliberate attempt to disguise his voice than an indication that he was really sick. He easily fell into line behind his more leadership-inclined teammates, following them.

"You?"

[awol_redranger]

"Could have been worse. Everyone's alive." Andros nodded his helmet toward Billy's lance. "Have you had any luck damaging it?" he asked, hoping maybe their weapons had different effects on the creatures, with their different connection to the Morphing Grid.

Andros, unlike Billy, wasn't disguising his voice at all. Either he was recognized, or he wasn't. It was that simple. If something happened, they'd deal with it.