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[Planeptune's Basilicom]
As a Nation ruled by the CPU Lady Purple Heart, the country of Planeptune was outfitted with its own Basilicom. Just like the other three of the four main Nations: Lowee, Lastation and Leanbox. Headed by Lady White Heart, Black Heart, and Green Heart respectively.
A Basilicom is supposed to be a beacon showing the prosperity of a Nation and goddess alike. A place of worship to, and residence of the Patron Unit in question.
Not only is it figuratively the house of the Nation's goddess, but literally as well. Seeing as all CPUs live in the Basilicom of their Nation.
And that goes for not just the Nation's CPU. Their CPU Candidate and Oracle also usually reside and work in the Basilicom. All of whom do their best to run their country at the peak of their ability.
And Planeptune was no different. With Neptune and Nepgear, officially Purple Heart and Purple Sister respectively, being the goddess and candidate in charge. With their Oracle being Histoire.
And currently, two of the three roommates were in their main room of operations. Discussing with each other on a topic of utmost importance to the prosperity and future of the Nation of Planeptune as they always do.
"I don't know Histoire, last I saw her, she here with us," Nepgear answered the off-screen question asked of her with a confused certainty and adorable smile.
The Candidate was speaking to the floating book and living encyclopedia that was their oracle Histoire. The best person to go to whenever there was a monster you needed info on, or anything else for that matter.
Apart from the location of their Nation's CPU apparently…
"That was yesterday…" The cute 5-foot blonde responded with a deadpan glare of disappointment.
Nepgear took a second to theorize where her sister could be. Materializing a few theories before speaking again.
"She might be off adventuring again," The lilac haired CPU Candidate proposed confidently.
Wearing her usual get-up Nepgear had on a pair of purple and white shoes, white and lilac striped thigh highs, and a mainly white sailor uniform-esk jacket skirt with purple in the double striped lining, pockets and buttons.
Her accessories were a belt-like object around her right leg, a pale-yellow ascot that sat around her neck with a purple "N" around its centre, a white choker and a single D-Pad hair clip thingy.
"We would've felt if she completed any," To which the Oracle before her shut down with a focus thinking facial expression, "And I doubt it would take her this long to complete even a complex SSS+ quest…"
"Fair point…" Nepgear admitted, remembering what happens when a CPU, Candidate, or anyone that can use/feel Share energy of almost any calibre completes quests of any calibre.
And as if to finalize her point, Histoire went on to bring up a chart using some kind of magic or something. A pie chart that had readings showing the current Share energy distribution for all of the Nations. Four colours, 25% each.
"What if she's off just hunting monsters?" The Candidate brought up with a now wry smile.
"That is a good prospect," Histy nodded, placing a finger on her chin in thought, "But until she returns we're gonna have to work without her, again," She finished with an unreadable expression.
"Dang." Was Nepgear's response, "Well I guess you're right. We can't wait any longer anyways."
We suddenly cut away from our lovely Candidate Nepgear and her amazing assistant Wikipediaaa-I mean Histoire! Changing Locations to a somewhat suburban and modern Bar. Wooden in nature, and with the words "Broken Beer Bar" engraved in Neon on a massive sign that spanned the entire top forefront of the place.
It is at the front of the run down and old-timey Saloon doors we meet half of the new male cast. With a cool zoom-in effect, we hone in on him and his fit of the chapter as he waltzed into the place.
In one hand he held a large black duffle bag and the other was empty. The place was… something. While it still had a feeling of being upkept, the creaking floorboards and not-so-well-kept chairs and other furniture gave a different atmosphere.
But the band that was on stage was bussin. A band consisting of a tall and red-skinned man, with a spaded tail and thin straight horns wearing a gas mask and green long pants on guitar, and a short tar black-skinned man with a vertical red line on his forehead, a red pair of beach shorts, socks with sandals, and a cowboy hat as the lead singer.
"Well, Lazzy, this is gonna go one of two ways…" GyNeo sighed to no one. "Yep, I'm betting on the latter too." He then responded to the same nonexistent entity he'd just spoken to.
He had on what could only be called cosplay of Neo from the Matrix, shades, black hair, and all. His face was also neutral and his posture was straight up to match the movie character. A complete 180 to the usual cocky grin that adorned his lips 24/7.
Upon entry, his ears were immediately filled with a rhythmic pattern of guitar strums, and light murmurs of those already comfortable in the bar that set the mood of the place quite well. They came from a band that was on stage
Strums that went: 1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3... Taking just enough time for the edge clad man to walk over to the bartender who happened to be on duty. Who was cleaning a pitcher with a cloth and his back facing the doors.
"OOOH! That's groovy man! HAha!" The guitarist in the band shouted without a hint of distortion before the next identical set of strums that were set to repeat over and over again. Despite the mask on his face.
1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3…
The stench of cheap booze was strong enough to sour Gynesis's facial expression a bit. The smell was expected, but not any less tolerable to him. Especially since it was the cheap cologne of booze assaulting his nostrils.
Even with that, he proceeded up to the young male with lightly tanned skin behind the counter without flinching or slowing down. He went over and the second he was in arms' reach of the counter he dropped the bag on it loud enough for it to be heard by everyone in the room.
* THUD! *
With an impressive echo, the sound reverbed throughout the hollowed room. The fabric had made contact with the hardened wood enough to almost crack it. As well as make the bartender drop the glass he cleaning and turn around angrily. And every patron there flinched at least a little.
Ironically the band was completely unaffected. As though they weren't even in the room on the stage they were playing on.
"Well, that was rude!" The tanned male expressed halfway through facing the culprit and sounding like a high squidward. To which Gynesis didn't respond. Not yet at least.
Whatever was in that bag was not light. And Gynesis seemed to want to emphasize that with how hard he was staring down the worker who spun around to tell him off. And he stared right back waiting for GyNeo to say something.
"My mind flies, wide eyes, I cryyyy!" The lead vocalist sang in a wild west accent. Which seemingly broke the tension by filling the voided silence left by our protag of this episode and this random bartender. Setting the drinkers back to whatever they were doing prior.
Before the angry worker could've chewed out Gynesis though, he was interrupted by the very man who got him to undoubtedly lose however much that glass cost from his paycheck.
"If that was rude enough to get you to yell, imagine how it must feel to have someone you know held up for ransom," Was the first thing Gynesis decided to menacingly spit out slowly for the chapter.
"For the people that, for the people, that for the people that, for the people that diieed! Yeaah!" The lead vocalist carried on at almost the same time, starting when GyNeo said "imagine".
"You say that like it wasn't something to expect with the kinda life the people who owe us live, especially that bitch!" The bartender spat back in a colder and more menacing tone, "Who are you anyway? The boss said the guy we were supposed to kill had on all red, not some bozo playing pretend." The worker went off roasting the very man the boss had spoken off. Whether or not he knew was a mystery, but Gynesis couldn't care less with how he was talking about his friend.
'Also, "kill"?' Gynesis mentally called out, 'So it was rigged from the start? Pfft!' GyNeo could've guessed as much with how the person he was talking to was speaking to him in his cosplay/ disguise.
"Why expect a thing? Why tryyyy? Really? Nothing? This fucking guy, call the label!" Again, the lead singer kept on, starting from "owe".
"I'm the guy my guy hired to send the money to you guys." Gynesis lied through his teeth. Deciding to amuse himself and pretend he wasn't in a random wardrobe change for the day.
"Well tell your "guy" he's gotta bring his pussy ass here in the cowardly flesh if he dreams of laying eyes that AIDS-infected, loose curtain drag queen thot again." He spoke.
"Why accept a thing, why do we buuyyy, into it?" Okay, this is getting ridiculous…
Hearing this hail of insults thrown at the reason he was in this one-star bar, GyNeo quickly found himself getting mad to say the least. He thought he could just show up, peacefully hand these idiots whatever they'd asked and left. Even after what the bartender first said about him. After all, he did jump him with that bag trick and crack a piece of their counter.
Well… At least he thinks so. With this kinda condition the bar was in, ehhh…
He gave them a chance to walk off literal kidnapping out of pity, since they weren't all that well off in the lower ranks. As you've already figured out with how trash tier their hang space is. He tried the negotiation. Giving them an olive branch in the form of all 7 million credits they asked for on the day they asked.
These guys had that chance at mercy. Now, peace was no longer an option. At first, he brushed off the death threat as some like to talk hot.
But those who talk hot get bagged.
GyNeo was extorted, insulted and his life threatened a few seconds ago.
But now, he's mad. And knows exactly how to solve that problem.
*THCRACK!*
One swift roundhouse to the jaw.
"Where am I? Where am I? Where am I?" The lead vocalist sped sang.
Fast enough to only be a black set of speed lines for just a second, Gynesis's heel had clobbered its way to and almost through the now dislocated jaw of the tanned tender. He had neither the time nor reaction speed to do anything but fall to the floor from such a quick strike.
"Keep the change, you filthy animal!" The still standing male shot at the laying frame of the unlucky loud mouth.
"In the wrong time, wrong time (wrong time)"
Seeing such an uncalled-for attack on his fellow body bag- I mean man, one of the bystanders that were sipping on his overpriced $90 scotch decided he was a bystander no longer and wanted smoke. Rushing forward with a charged yell and fist clenched to avenge his server of the afternoon. He, alongside three others, had had enough of having zero screen time.
"ARRGGHH!" They half drunkardly shouted in almost unison as they winded up their attacks.
Even if they weren't choreographing their swings from miles away, GyNeo would have been already preparing a counter to their quad force of stupidity.
"Oh, well, one, two, three, four!" The lead singer shouted, finally kicking the song off with a burst of fast lines and an epic guitar riff and bassline.
"Ain't nobody dance no more, See the paint up on my pants I tore, now eye melt off, And I bet I'll see you lurking in the corner, you whore, I'm in yo' brain, and I'm in yo' head and I'ma loiter, we poor, I can't afford to be bored, And when I'm riding with the gang, we on the border, be warned, And when I'm yelling, I be feeling what I'm born to be for, And I be smelling all the elements, there's gonna be war, And I'll be ready, I'll be ready, I'll be standing up the wall that they build now, Knock you down, divide the whole field, cow I can't fall, I never go to sleep, For niggas sucking on my dick, you better get up out here"
With a cracked smile and glance at the whisky section of the bar, Gynesis spun around on his heel and clotheslined the closest of the four with the back of his hardened fist. Essentially closing his windpipe with his bare knuckles and sending his corpse- I mean body falling to the floor with a crash that was drowned out by the country rock and rap from the band.
"AR-GUEH!" He screamed in pain before Gynesis made that scream an attempt.
His body crashed into one of the barstools and fumbled harmlessly to the side for all to see. Unfortunately for those that followed, they weren't that lucky. They were pissed at how easily their friend was delt with though.
And his unsettling expression of glee wasn't helping. He only took out two so far, but by the blood lusted look in his eye he planned to make that list fill a morgue.
With the first guy downed, it was onto the next like clockwork. Who tried to jump over his downed ally in a blind fury to avenge him with a superman punch.
DENIED
Shortly before collecting the foot to face receipt for the drink he'd landed on within the second. Slamming to the counter then floor with the second and third crash of the one vs many that's currently taking place.
Orange and red mixed on the side of his face as he slowly began to slide the busted shards of the broken object into his skin across the table top. He then slumped lifelessly to the ground in front of the last remaining of the four rusher retards.
This time, there wasn't enough time for a wind up for the stragglers. Before the last one even realized the third's sudden dropsy, he too met the floor with eyes widened and not even knowing how he got there.
In the blink of an eye, Gynesis had pulled the second-to-last guy by his face and past his knee. Shortly before placing a booted foot at the back of the dude's neck and springboarding over to soon-to-be last standing and future paraplegic.
After making the third to be assailant a hospital patient, Gynesis briefly flew through the air at break-neck speeds and used the final dumbass as an air brake. He wrapped one leg around the neck of the unreactive male, spun him around using said foot, and scratched the back of his neck with his other foot with enough force to launch him over the bar counter.
Too bad he only slammed his midsection into said object before promptly dropping lifelessly to the floor. With the former a lost memory, due to getting rebooted like a faulty 80's computer with how hard he was kicked in the neck.
"Urrghh…" were the collective groans of the now unconscious four, pained moans drowned out by blaring and epic guitar strums and the lead singer's yelling about being on the border.
And sitting above them all was the culprit himself.
"Weaklings." The man declared from his perch on the countertop.
When did he..?
Legs crossed, face straight, and a bottle of Spider Gang™ Jack Daniels in his hand- of which he was casually taking multiple swigs from. Gynesis was not impressed with such failures to his vibe checks. Luckily, there were plenty more where they came from.
* BANG!*
A fact one of the bar patrons made sure to prove when he emptied a shot from his silver handgun at the new bartender. Barely missing his face by a few inches, the shot only destroyed the bottle of whiskey mid-sip. Shattering the shards all over the male's face and alcohol all over his neck and shoulders with a red beam.
* SHATTER! *
Nothing else of value was damaged by the bullet thanks to it embedding itself into the wall behind the bottles. But the contents of his very legally obtained alcohol falling all over Gynesis did reset him off as he did not enjoy his Jack Daniels getting exploded all over his face.
"You mother FU-!" Gynesis was quick to shout as if not expecting a gang den to have someone with a gun to open fire. Turning to face the direction the ringer had come from; Gynesis was about to go off.
He was, however, interrupted yet again by another missed shot. Well, more like he was forced to dodge the could've-been headshot from a man in a pair of orange Weezy's and a white tank top with cargo shorts. By rolling into a backflip, the target of the trajectory managed to (for the most part) easily evade the .50 Action Express that chugged his way.
He had ducked for cover and quickly recovered to a crouched position behind the counter. Out of sight from anyone else in the bar. At least for now.
Seemingly safe and sound, a small smile cocked itself across Gynesis's face in amusement.
"Maybe this can prove itself to be more fun than I thought, Lazlo!" He chuckled to himself, pulling out a small firearm of his own not more than a second later.
A dark red M1911, with the magazine sticking out for some inches, a red laser on the side of the barrel and a miniature holographic sight at the top. Small, but good enough to do the job Gynesis was about to assign it.
On timing with the lead singer going off about dividing a field, Gynesis nods to himself before breaking cover to aim. He closed in his gaze on anything that moved, adding them to the list of things that should stop moving.
"1,2,3… 8," He counted, "New morgue denizens…"
Gynesis smiled wickedly at the sight. Three men with generally the same sets of clothes -give or take the brand or color of their shirt- had a pistol aimed at his head. The rest were either unarmed or carried a melee weapon such as a crowbar or pipe of the sort.
"You'll pay for that!" One of the men holding a firearm declared angrily shortly before readying his weapon to fire, the other two diving to cover and doing the same. And GyNeo just standing idly by the whole time.
* PZZZTTYUUUU *(x400)
All of the armed men fired forming a wall of automatic laser shots and filling the air with the sounds of over a thousand rounds per second. With the one who spoke simultaneously taking cover behind the bar's furniture/infrastructure alongside his drinking buddies before the first shot was made, they unleashed a hailstorm of widespread beams. With Gynesis doing more or less the same with almost the same results to boot.
* PZZZTTYUUUU *(x999)
More shots went off as the men tried their best to kill each other, but most of what was fired missed their mark. Thanks to the inaccuracy of the weapons wielded, it was hard to hit anything besides the broad side of a barnyard with how shit the precision of those small arms were. Gynesis's gun wasn't immune to this, but his excellence with firearms and other forms of weaponry he had trained with helped minimize this.
And those that should've hit were easily countered by Gynesis's Baretta fire from out of the air. Unfortunately, those were also the rounds Gynesis had the most likely chance of hitting his targets with seeing his current rooted position.
Red lasers from the plebs -I mean gangstars- were dancing across the room alongside the matching bright red lasers from the nearly blind firing GyNeo. Spending most of his shots tucked away behind the counter using a mirror to safely keep his cover from turning into swiss cheese. With the other side trying to do the same.
Each 9mm diameter beam moved at around 87,400x the speed of sound. Making them cross the ten meters between their original points in 154433.166667^-12 seconds each, and over 30 rounds were in the air at any given second due to the shooters sacrificing accuracy for rounds per minute. Mostly the trio of firing squad members.
That was until Gyneo paused to check the side of his gun. There he saw a faint red glow running halfway up the handle from where the bottom of the clip sat. 'Shit! Half-empty!' He swore over the lasers blasting around him, 'Alright Lazzy, we gotta finish this now!' Gynesis shouted internally before hopping out of cover for the first time since he'd been stationed there. Popping out like a whack-a-mole.
"I'm about to end these men's whole careers!" Gynesis declared one handing his Baretta, not needing to take the time to aim his weapon before firing and nailing all three gunmen in their chests. Instantly dispatching the delusional delinquents.
Triple Kill
A voice that no one there heard (except Gynesis) announced in a deep reverb that echoed throughout the bar.
Each shot landed with enough ferocious force to knock the already unconscious gunmen back a few feet from the sheer concussive force behind the weapon used. Which forced the maelstrom of projectiles to cease in an instant. And left three new body bags to collect later.
By now, these people (being the last five that now remain) would have decided to either run away or surrender seeing how easily and casually they were being destroyed since the first line of the first chorus, which was the first part of the still playing song.
But that would take brain cells. Brain cells these men were unfortunately not written to have, seeing how those three gun-guys didn't immediately give the main character death by firing squad before being taken out of commission. Then again, they were using weapons designed to take down none-adventurers.
Then there was the remaining five. They all looked at Gynesis with white skin, but a stern stare. As if waiting for GyNeo to do something. Steeling their nerves and readying themselves for the possible scrap soon to go down. Whether brave or stupid, something that resulted from rubbing some synapses together was afoot.
The men looked on the fence between running away and rushing headfirst into a reverse jumping. Scared shitless yet still determined enough to through hands at any second.
By the third victim of aggravated self-defence, the music seemed to have faded out. Whether or not the band was on break from that legendary minute and twenty-five seconds or not, they had paused for now.
'Let's see if you're right, Lazlo...' Gynesis randomly thought up out of nowhere. The protag saw their silence and the lack of kickass music as an opportunity to do a little trolling. With a villainous smile, Gynesis would drop the hand that held his newly fired and still smoking weapon to his side and put the gun in his inventory. He had left himself open for one of the melee fighters to pick up or pull out a ranged weapon. Knowing they wouldn't cross the distance to any of them before he either disarms them or shoots them with his own gun.
Despite the earlier claims of the men's lack of thinking ability, they knew why GyNeo put away his laser pistol.
He then did something both unexpected and completely expected at the same time. Gynesis begins to close the distance between himself and the remaining five. They stood with a firm stance. One ready for action at any second, that wavered slightly more and more into a cold sweat with every step taken.
Gynesis strutted forward. His expression showed a lack of fucks to give.
Silently, slowly, deliberately so. Without making a sound in the slightest, Gynesis moved onward. The sight was… meh. Not really scary or unnerving or anything. Unless you were one of the 5 clustered gang members that were.
He'd already shaved the original ten meters by twenty-five percent. And those teenage looking men hadn't moved an inch aside from the light shuddering they hid by either clenching their teeth or fists.
Gynesis was walking up to them with a smile that only grew with every step he took, and every flinch the generic thugs made thinking GyNeo was going to z-vanish and reappear next to them with a Rasengan in both hands.
"What's the matter?" The cosplayer shrugged with a laugh, his voice sounding inhuman with how deep and gravelly it was, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Y-you really are stupid, aren't you?" One of the thugs sputtered. Feigning confidence through his paper-white skin and clattered teeth, "T-the plan is already complete!"
Suddenly the men began to laugh to themselves. There must have been a joke we missed or something. Because these guys just began to cackle like witches on Halloween.
"Such confidence in whatever you have planned," GyNeo chuckled seemingly in on this joke, "It must be at least a 100IQ play…" He finished with his voice still sounding like a scary movie voice filter.
Now within his lunge range of half the gunfight's distance, GyNeo was mentally ready for any form of attack any of these goonies can throw at him. Although by the look on those guys' faces that wasn't what he should be worried about.
And he was right. Not more than two seconds after his selection, a loud noise filled the room yet again.
Alright!
I'm done.
I hope yall enjoyed this new chapter, cuz it was pretty fun to make. In the next one, "Dead Man's Hand" (Night of Nights p 2), we'll see VI. and IV. make a reappearance as they make an attempt to take down their target.
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