Nemesis walked back into the medbay, still carrying Jessica in his palm, they both looked much better after their talk, and it didn't even take that long.

"You have the little one for the rest of the night? I don't know if I'll be sleeping tonight." Jessica said with a sigh.

"Don't do that to yourself love." Nemesis didn't like to see her push herself so excessively hard, and she always did. He knew her better though and knew her answer.

"This is important, and is bothering the shit out of me, especially now." she told him, he nodded in understanding, but he wasn't going to try to hold her back, it would cause more harm than good, especially with how stubborn Jessica is.

"I understand" he kissed the top of her head with his lip plates, she smiled at the affection, there was never a day when little kisses like that just didn't make her in a better mood along with talks with him.
She hugged his neck "Love you."

"I love you too Starstriker." he too couldn't help a smile and and set her down, then walked out of the medbay so that she could work with her cousins.

"I could not have gotten any luckier and more blessed with that one." Jessica sighed happily. truer words have never left her mouth, she curiously turned to Carrie "Figure out anything?"

"Yes, we figured out something within the 10 minutes you were away" Carrie, again, with the freaking sarcasm!

"Someone is getting crabby.." she made a note

"Someone wants to get hit." alright, that was a pretty good comeback Jess gives her that one, note to self, long nights like this, bring a sacrifice of coffee to her cousin.

"Striker." Starblast watched as the moon became more gold, she had much distaste in that.

"Oh, hell fucking no. My last conversation with that dick wad was one of thee worst. He summons us, I will beat him to an inch of his life." and just like that, good feeling's gone. God this night was going down the shitter, too much of it, where was the damn plunger? Jessica let out a frustrated growl "Looks like the ass munches of the north are summoning us."

"I hate everything..." If it was even possible, Carrie seemed even more displeased with the situation, poor girl. Jessica will have to get her some coconut donuts after this or something in order to make her feel better.

Maranda was just giving barely audible grumbles, while Megan just glared at the moon, poor Megs had one of the biggest reasons to hate them.

The luminosity became almost unbearably bright gold, lighting up the entire medbay, and the NEST girls found themselves at very large, very elaborate golden gates, ones they wished they would never have to step foot near ever again.

"Let's go" Jessica was rubbing her temples as she lead the way in, it wasn't long upon entering they saw their fathers, sitting their lazy asses, in their giant ass thrones, which Maranda, Jessica, and Bre, would like to set on fire, with them burning away with said thrones. "What do you want?" Jessica snapped, getting right to the point. She wanted to get the fuck out of here and the only way she could do that is hearing them out, saying no, and then leaving while flipping the worthless pieces of shit off!

"I want you to stop wasting your time on a different group of gods' mistakes. If they don't know how to control their pets, or not be outwitted by them, hence allowing loopholes? Leave them." Photo, Jessica and Bre's father, said in a low angry voice. Just listen to these conversations a little longer, you will want them dead as much as their damn daughters do, if you don't already.

"No" now that that was out of the way, Jessica wanted to do the leaving part, but it was never that easy. Not with her father. Photo raises a brow dangerously. Oh, oh, the light god was so scary, oh, whatever shall she do? Crabby Carrie has nothing on Jessica in the sarcasm range right now.

"You will do as I say. You are-"

Jessica's anger popped, it couldn't be withheld in the confines of her mind anymore. "I am not your fucking weapon, I am not just some "hybrid that just gains power for our faction" as you put it very recently. I am not a slave! Not anymore. And in particular. I am not your slave." she snarled at the god, her eyes cold and angry, she wanted to beat the shit out of him, so badly. "So if you're not going to help us? Butt the fuck out!" Jessica growled.

"Then just kill them. You need to figure out how to defeat Un. Not save worthless beings like those creatures."

"We're saving some turtle dragons and their families, not you guys." Jessica retorted back. Like she would save them, if someone had a hold of them, the only reason he would save them is so that she could get the last blow on them, finish the douche bags off herself. "You'll have to think of a lot better of a method than to just have us kill them" Jessica crossed her arms

"I don't have to take orders from you." Photo sneered at her.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "You know what? You don't, you're right. But guess what? My cousins and I don't have to take them from you. Defeating Amauro put me on the same rank as him. Same rank as you. I don't have to do jack shit for you." Jessica wanted him to try to attack her, she wanted him to feel frustrated and angry as he has made her her entire existence! Which was a very long time by the by. "And you can't say anything bout it." Come on, attack her, make her freaking day, she will kick the shit out of him.

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Marina suddenly shivered. The rec room suddenly felt much colder to her. Cold and ominous. "Is it me...or does it feel...bad in here?" She asked her sister turtle wives as she rubbed her arms to try and warm them back up.

"Like something bad is hovering just out of sight?" Cris asked, her own arms sprouting goosebumps. Marina just gave her an agreeing nod as she continued to rub her arms. "Yeah...I feel it too." Cris acknowledged.

"Over trained maybe?" Vicky asked as she also tried to rub warmth back into her extremities. She really didn't look to convinced of that either.

"Then why do I feel it too..." Cait quietly asked. "I'm no fighter."

Then, just as quick as the cold feeling hit, it was just as quickly washed away by a sense of warmth and the room seemed to brighten a little. They looked shocked at each other, they had felt this once before. Suddenly they didn't feel so alone.

Cait looked around the room, her eyes hopeful. "You...don't think..." She trailed off with a slight smile. The first one on her face since the guys went missing.

Vicky's eyes also brightened a little as she shook her head. "I don't know what to think anymore... But it would make sense. She does genuinely care about them."

They were so caught up in the feeling and the renewed hope it brought that none of them noticed Dante's laptop glow a soft white a moment before a consistent flash showed up on his screen.

Lavi did notice it. She woke up and stared long and hard at that screen and what it told her. Then she got up and quietly left the room, determination in her steps as she went. She knew if she said anything they wouldn't let her go, and god damn it, she was going to go. Something deep inside her told her she had to go. She didn't know why, but she listened to that prompt, regardless of the fact that she was going to probably get called out on it later. At this point, she didn't care as her feet led her towards the ground bridge.

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"Stubborn child." Photo gave her a seething look.

"Condescending god! You are all the fucking same! but I must thank you. You give us an example of what not to be. And ass biting motivation to keep true to ourselves. Is there anything else you want from us before we get back to our task at hand. Because I am pretty sure this conversation is finished" come on, they got the 'no' part down, all they had to do now is leave.

"Please let this conversation be over. I fucking hate it here" Maranda crossed her arms and grumbles continued through her throat as she had her small fit.

Megan gave a curt nod of agreement, while glaring a hole into her father, if looks could kill, her look could kill him, bring him back to life angrily, and kill him again, he screwed her over so immensely and she knew he felt no remorse for it, she wanted to beat his face in.

"You will listen to me! I am your father" going to the desperate arguments now, which still weren't going to work Jessica kept her arms crossed, giving him her own seething glare while she wondered what his next move was going to be. He was unpredictable, she was usually pretty good about thinking on the fly, but she was still nervous nonetheless

"I had a father. a couple actually, they are both dead. You might have given life to me, but that is all you are to me, I will never call you father again." Photo growled, he didn't care about the fact that Jess's cousins and her weren't going to ever see him and his godly companions as fathers, he was mad he couldn't use his last excuse to control them, tough shit, score for the cousins and sisters, it was past time to leave.

"Come on, we're leaving" Jessica growled, leading her cousins and sister to the doors, they were all too eager to get the fuck out of here with her, and stayed on her tail, the doors were in her reach. Maranda flipped her dad off as a goodbye, oh, did Jessica forget to introduce them? Pyro: douchebag god of fire, Hydro: douchebag god of water, Geo: douchebag god of earth and Aero: which, you guessed it, douchebag god of air, there was Amauro, but

Jessica killed that fucker when he tried to enslave her. their wives can't be introduced, because they have been long dead, they were amazing mothers though, let's just leave it at that.

"Alright child. You wish to not listen? We'll get through to you using other means" oh shit, what was he planning? Jessica turned around just in time to see a flash of light, and Jessica's heart dropped, oh shit.

"Oh don't you fucking dare" Jessica gave him a look of death, sure they got off of the wrong foot, but not only were the women that popped up and glowing in his aura bubbles ones she now unofficially vowed to protect, but they were growing on her cousins and herself, they were becoming friends. And she knew what he was about to do, and just somehow knew they would accept it, and it won't be anything pleasant.

Photo brought the illuminated floating forms of the turtle's wives before him. Then cut the power, making them fall on the ground so they were all awake and can fully engage in a conversation with him, or he might just kill them if they got on his nerves enough. All in all, he was going to get a win out of this night, either they suffered: a death by him, or one, very painfully by their husbands, ones he was going to enjoy watching...