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Act 16—The Fight for our Lives, Part I – A Red Twilight
(cw: child abuse, offensive language)
The flashbacks for this Act will focus on henchwoman Kikiyou Miyazaki , who was only shown in Act 11, in an attempt on understanding the young woman’s motivation for joining Violet’s cause. It should be noted that due to all the VHs wearing masks or full helmets, they won’t be named for most of this chapter. However, at some point, their names will be said once again and in future parts.
Important (please read if you're an actual fan 😍): The release schedule for TBBE and TEHFF is going up from 1 week to 2 weeks from now on. I am so sorry, but I am going through a lot of stress, and now learning that after this weekend, I have to work at the office once again even though my job has been perfectly fine at home and I don't need to go to the office to do my job, like AT ALL. The idiotic inevitability where the guvment thinks they know better than the people when they say stupid things like people are more efficient at the workplace... everyone works differently you out-of-touch politicians. Ugh I am going to keep it there to avoid divisive nonsense because we all know how those turn out 😑. I'm already having it hard enough making content for y'all and it's causing me anger problems at even my own co-writers which I have to apologize to them again, because my anger isn't pointed at them, it's always towards me and the situation at hand. As you may or may not know, these scenes in Koikatsu take me a very long time, and since I have a terrible flaw where I can't focus or retain attention... on literally anything... I get distracted so easily! So yeah, that's why there's a lack of posts from me.
Team Clover doing some skydiving before some hang-gliding. This is the cover art.
During the night sky, the rhythmic lull of the waves provided a tranquil backdrop to the peaceful night. The air was still, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. As the clock struck midnight, appearing in the clear twilight skyline, two large cargo planes loomed over the innocent island. Inside the mysterious plane, a group of enigmatic females wore identical green and white jumpsuits with white high-heeled boots, patiently awaiting their orders. Walking down the row of attractive young ladies, “Okay, ladies, we will be arriving at our drop-off point soon, so I want you to be ready. You know our objective, so let's make Mistress proud,” said a long-haired blonde who tied her hair to one side, wearing the same green and white jumpsuit as the rest of the group. Soon, the whole plane erupted, “Yes, Glory to the Mistress!”
Soon, over the intercom of the cargo plane, came the message, “Readying to drop payload, please stand by.” Without any hesitation, the army of ladies in unison prepared themselves for the task at hand, clipping on their last bit of gear and waiting for the signal to drop. The blonde female began her final inspection of her troops before she took her spot in front of the cargo door, taking out her intercom and pressing a button. “This is Team Clover, status ready to drop,” said the leader, which promptly led to the cargo plane door slowly sliding open, causing a gust of icy cold wind to blow into the plane.
Without any hesitation, the ladies began to leap out into the peaceful night sky, free-falling at speed towards their target location. Feeling the cold air passing over their faces as they dropped, the sense of freedom that they had all been craving for so long surged within them. “Prepare to activate your gliders, ladies. We're getting close to the location,” said the blonde-haired leader through her communicator.
Without a second thought, the group of ladies all pulled their glider cords, releasing their gliders. Gracefully, each lady began to maneuver herself back on a course towards the island to which they were to descend. Landing confidently in the dense, flourishing green forest, hearing the sounds of wildlife, the ladies unclipped their gliders from themselves to move more easily. Seeing that all her group was accounted for, the blonde woman took out her communicator again. “Team Clover here. We landed without any incident, ready to head to Location A.” For a moment, the radio went silent before another voice could be heard. “This is Team Thorn here. We are all accounted for too, ready to head to Location B.” Hearing this, another group of ladies who had already made their way onto the island before the start of the mission, sitting in a cargo truck awaiting further orders, knew that they had an important role to play.
Surprise, I don't know or have a hang-glider asset in Koikatsu... so enjoy the parachute. Sorry.
“Seems both teams have arrived. I guess we'd better get into place before the big show begins,” said a golden-blonde henchwoman with two long split ends at the back, wearing a white lab coat and headphones over her head as she listened to the conversations of the two teams of mysterious invaders. Hearing a sigh from the front of the truck, “Man, all this waiting is so boring. I just want to get in there and get back at those maggots,” said a white-haired female with a long ponytail, who wore a white tunic and matching white hat, which obscured her face from view. “Now, now, Petal, we mustn't rush things like this, as if we do, it can surely kiss our paradise of purifying this cruel world of mankind goodbye,” said the brunette driver with red eyes, who saw that her words had gotten through to the young henchwoman's mind as she soon saw a small smile form on the white-haired young lady. “Yes, my apologies, your Ladyship,” replied the woman as she continued her duties inside the unmarked vehicle.
Lily and Blossom in disguises... kind of.
As two stealth jets approach the deepest parts of the Peruvian jungle, a brunette with a distinct white-and-blue headband is flying the jet, while her passenger has short red hair. Sheathed in a metallic covering, the young woman holds a wooden sword in her hand. She holds the two-handed weapon with just her right hand as she uses her thumb to push the hilt of the sword upward to see a bit of the wooden blade, making a “TCK” sound, while gravity pulls the sword back down to its original closed position, making a clank sound. Her cherry-blossom-colored mask is staring off into the distance as she keeps repeating the thumb motion on her weapon. However, after a loud clash of the hilt on the sheath, it brings the redhead way back to her childhood.
This is Mika and Kikiyou, the two henchwomen that were assisting Daisy's flower shop in Act 11.
You'll soon see why young Kiki thinks her mom abandoned her.
If anyone knows what anime or movie this motion is from, let me know in the comments. I legit don't know, but it looks cool.
A child with red hair that reached the back of her shoulders was listening in on a conversation with her mother and father.
A loud scream from the man resonated through her ears: “Holy shit, woman! Don't you know how much I slave day by day making sure the two of you can live in this home? “Earth to Saeko, mansions aren’t cheap. Our goddamn kid is definitely not cheap, that’s for damn sure!” the man yelled. “Honey, please, I'm trying my best here. You know how hard it is for me to find a job since your production company didn't need me anymore! Also, please stop making fun of your daughter; she just wants her father around. What is so difficult about that?” The young redhead hid beneath the kitchen table as she continued to listen in on the argument. “Bitch! Don't you know how acting works? These jobs take most of my day away. I'm not intentionally staying away from you, especially when it's a big production. I have to be there every freaking day, or they're going to sack my ass, and that is something I definitely can't do, even for you! Do you think our money grows on trees, Saeko?” questioned the redhead's father. “Did you already forget I used to work under you, Johnny? I know how busy the job is, but there were a few days when you weren't shoved in at work for 12-plus hours a day. I know you're lying about something, Johnny, and I want to know why! As your wife, I have the right to know!”
Saeko exclaimed. “You don't have the right to learn shit. How dare you question my integrity? I give you straight and honest answers, but clearly, you just want to be a bitch to me because I don't look after Kikiyou every day! I'm going to have to teach you a fucking lesson in manners!” Johnny yelled as he backed away. However, the child burst from beneath the table yelling, “Leave Mommy alone!”
Johnny exclaimed, “I wasn't going to do anything to your mother. It's called a threat! However, you look like you need some lessons taught to yourself!” Johnny then slapped Kikiyou in the face, causing her to recoil backward, but she kept her balance. However, she ran right back under the table, crying and holding both her ears with her hands.
Yeah, it's fine to hit the kid instead? Nice logic, Johnny... (I'm being sarcastic btw).
It turns out this redhead on the jet is Miyazaki Kikiyou, a recruit from one of Doctor Lavender Demeter's 'classes' to help vulnerable women who have been hurt by other men, physically or emotionally. A 'tch' sound was made by the redhead as, once again, the sword fell, causing the hilt to hit the sheath. “I'm Johnny fucking Carlson, big-name actor and one hell of a fighter, and you're just some fucking kid! You should be grateful that you're even living here!” The man screamed as Saeko jumped at him with her hands trying to restrain him, yelling, “How fucking dare you hit my daughter, Johnny! OUR DAUGHTER!!” However, the brunette was using her communicator to radio in, “Petal Mike India reporting in, we are almost at our destination, over.” The hilt of Kikiyou's sword once again hit the sheath, causing a noise that brought the young woman back.
What the young woman was witnessing this time was herself and her mother, Saeko, living in a small apartment room in Koreatown. A loud, abrasive, and mean-looking landlord, a Korean man, is hounding Kiki’s mother for the rent of the month. “Are you for real, woman? It’s been due for a day so far, and all you’re giving me is excuses! Did the nuke on your shithead country cause your brain to shrivel?!” The landlord screamed as Saeko was in a dogeza position (prostration), begging for another day to pay off the rent. “Please, sir, it’s really tough finding a job right now, and I need to be able to feed the both of us; that is why I’m short right now. If you give me another day, I promise I’ll get it paid!” pleaded Saeko. “I swear to God, you stupid jjokbari! Everyone here is subjected to the same thing; just because you use your attractive womanly games on me doesn’t mean I give preferential treatment. OK! One more day. That’s final! If you fuck this up for me again, I’m personally throwing your child out and you right after!” Yet again, Kikiyou is hiding under a table, scared… But now she shakes her head, realizing it was all just a daydream… “What is going on with me?” thought Kikiyou to herself. She taps the hilt of her sword once again, causing the hilt to clash with the sheath, sending Kikiyou back to her visions.
What Kikiyou was witnessing was herself, maybe a month ago, in what appeared to be a sushi restaurant, wearing a uniform she clearly wasn't a fan of, as it contained a skirt that showed too much of her legs. Kiki communicated, “ズボンを履かせていただけますか？このスカートは着るのに非常に不快です。 (Can I please wear some pants? This skirt is highly degrading to wear.)” An Asian male who was quite muscular but slightly shorter than Kiki, clearly displaying some sort of machismo by puffing up his chest at the woman, replied, “Are you kidding me, newbie? Did you fully read or understand what you applied for? This is part of the dress code. DRESS. CODE. If you had such a problem with it, why did you even apply in the first place? Jesus Christ, are Japanese women always this daft, or is it just you? You're lucky I even know Japanese; otherwise, you would just be yammering gibberish nonsense to me!”
Chizuru, another waitress is talking to Mika (18).
Kikiyou attempted again in reply, “英語でのコミュニケーションが上手ではありませんが、今とても寒いです。これは、あなたが私たち女の子に着せているこの馬鹿げたスカートが原因です。 (I am sorry I do not communicate well in English, but I am very cold right now, and it has to do with this stupid skirt you're making us girls wear.)” The owner replied angrily, “Bro, I could just fire you right now! Would you like that? No?!?! Well then, get to dishwashing, woman. I heard that is what you folk are good at.”
However, an incoming communication went back to the brunette. What appeared to be an Asian accent replied, “Lady Mike Alpha here. We are about fifteen clicks away as well. Don't forget to land at least 700 yards from the target. You do not want your jet to be located. Over.”
Reminder that . o O means it's a thought bubble, so no one hears what Kiki is saying.
Daily reminder that Thorn not the Rose we used to know anymore, she is more sadistic and callous.
Kikiyou angrily pushed the sword up again, causing the hilt to clash with the sheath once more, bringing her back to the same restaurant as before. “Ugh, asshole,” whispered Kikiyou angrily as she walked up to the sink to wash the large stack of dishes. A young brunette with a unique headband approached the redheaded girl and said, “Hey newbie! I know this may be a bit late… The boss is a washed-up sexist prick, but he's harmless. Otherwise, this place would be in the ground way before now.” Kikiyou did not reply and kept to herself while washing more and more dishes. “Strong silent type, are we?” the brunette chirped. Kikiyou didn't know what to say. It's not that she was ignoring the other woman, but her mind was all in a tangle right now. The brunette then swapped to Kikiyou's left and greeted, “Well, I can feel there's something deeply wrong with you, and it's making me more curious. Anyway, my name's Mika.” The brunette then stretched out her hand to the redhead.
It took me two hours to make this little washing area section in this restaurant scene. Props to the original map maker is in the description.
Mika in this timeline is such a sweetheart compared to Beach Bunny Mika... kind of ironic.
Back to the jets, Mika replied to the communicator, “Roger that, Lady Mike Alpha. Over.” Kikiyou started to feel less angered but continued to push her sword up with her right thumb, causing another clashing sound. A voice was heard, “Hello? Earth to redhead, come in.” As the past Kikiyou angrily glared at the girl talking to her because of that statement triggering her abusive incident, she paused for a moment to realize that the brunette's hand was still out, which reminded her of her mother smiling at her, holding her hand out to child Kiki minutes after she was assaulted.
It's a past cutscene inside of a cutscene already in the past!!! Cutsceneception!!!~
The memory of Saeko, her mother, holding out her hand, showing she'll always care for Kiki.
“I'm Kikiyou... Miyazaki Kikiyou,” replied the redhead. “Oh wow, she talks! What a miracle... I'm joking, by the way! It's a thing I'm trying to employ called 'relieving the tension' around the room. It's a method that I was taught by a psychologist, I think; anyway, it is used to help us both reach a balanced level of emotion,” remarked Mika, which made Kikiyou smile a bit. “Hey! I got the lady to smile! Victory for me! Anyway, Kiki-san, I have to get back to waitressing, but lunch is in an hour from now. Maybe you want to hang outside with me?” asked Mika. The young lady didn't know anyone would actively want to hang out with her, making her actually feel welcomed for once. “Sure, that sounds cool. I will see you then, Mika-san,” replied Kikiyou.
Daily reminder that in Japanese culture, the surname is said first... but since Kikiyou here is talking to a foreigner, she said it in the normal ordering the west is used to.
Reliving that memory caused Kiki to look back at Mika with her blue operation mask on. However, since she was focused on piloting, she didn't notice her best friend looking. This time, Kikiyou made a calm raising of her blade from the sheath, causing the hilt to clash again. She was alone in the office of Dr. Demeter, looking right at the violet-haired psychoanalyst and confronting her. “I know how you are, Violet Vanderfleet. I've read about you on many darknet sites. Just because you change your entire persona, wear that outfit, and redo your hair, all of that won't fool me,” validated Kikiyou. “Quite impressive that you're able to even know what the dark net is. May I ask how you knew how to access it, young lady?” asked Violet. “A piece of shit deadbeat father not being there means I got bored a lot,” smirked Kikiyou.
Kikiyou... is... like... the hottest biker chick at the moment.
Back at the jet, she put her left hand on the sheath and then moved her right hand off to let the hilt slide down to touch her left thumb. She then repeated the same motion until the clash sound happened again, bringing her back to Violet's office. “Charming. Since you know who I am, you won't get the tedious speech about men being the blight of the planet. Are you in or out?” demanded Violet. “Of course, I want in,” answered Kikiyou. “Well, that's pretty much settled...” said Violet, then being interrupted. “Nuh-uh-uh, I had a condition before joining. Bring Mika along as well. She's the brunette with the headband who tends to hang around me. It should be obvious, deal?” requested Kikiyou with a smug tone. “That's fine with me. The more, the merrier, they say. This class is a drag anyway. Once I finish the courses, they can go straight home, as I have no use for weakness in my organization,” announced Violet.
Uh, like in manga... read it from right-to-left. Ugh, sorry.
Back at the jet, it felt like an eternity for Kikiyou before they landed. She was excited yet impatient, wanting in on the action, to show the world that she was a great combatant. The blade tapped down, making the clashing noise again. It was outside the back door of the restaurant as the two were talking to each other about their lives. “Damn, that's rough, Kikyo-san. I can't imagine what it's like being completely neglected like that... even though I got thrown away by my parents before I even got to know them, at least I didn't get hit in the face. I'm so sorry,” empathized Mika with her thick Finnish accent.
“Thanks, Mika-san. I just feel like nothing mat...” said Kikiyou as she was interrupted by her phone going off. She listened to her phone and answered, “Hello... yes, this is Kikiyou speaking... what the hell do you mean she's in a coma?! ... I'll be on my way.” The redhead hung up as her eyes were pouring tears, and Mika hugged her immediately to lend a shoulder to cry on. “I'm so sorry, my friend... that's horrible what happened to Saeko-san. We've got to get going to the hospital. Do you know which one she's in?” questioned Mika. “Cedars-Sinai Medical,” replied Kikiyou. “We should go there right now,” suggested Mika.
Both girls are sad.
However, Kikiyou is back to reality, facing a bit of a crisis right now, remembering what really happened at that moment, at least in her recollection of thoughts… Another sword clash is heard as she’s already in Saeko’s hospital room, staring at her mother with tubes all around her mouth, unconscious. “This is horrible. The doctors say they don’t know when she’s waking up… Some sort of drug caused a massive shortage of nerve failures, causing her brain to essentially shut down,” reported Mika. “This is unbelievable… I’ve got to get to the bottom of this…” muttered Kikiyou as she rushed out of the hospital to get to her home. “Wait up!” exclaimed Mika as she rushed to catch up to her friend.
OMG!! How dare the writers put the MILF in a coma?!?!
Kikiyou's head was shaking a lot, but she composed herself before she became noticeable to her friend, still piloting the stealth jet they were both in. Her left thumb raised the blade once again, and “CLUNK!” All of a sudden, young Kiki and Mika were dredging around Saeko and Kiki's apartment, looking for any clues that could have possibly caused the coma. Kikiyou gasped, “What is this? This bottle... and a letter?” The redhead immediately opened the letter to read what was inside while Mika studied the bottle closely. “Kiki, I'll be back in like 10 minutes. I know a guy who can find out what this really is. Just stay there, okay?” exclaimed Mika as she rushed out of the apartment.
More tears streamed down Kiki's face as she slowly said, “Ojiisan died?” The immediate rush of emotional pain hit her like a whip, lashing the young lady back to reality. “Fuck,” said Kikiyou. “Hey, are you alright, hon?” asked a concerned Mika as she was three clicks from the drop-off point. “Yeah, just had something on my mind... it's gone now. Thanks, Mika-san.” The sword sound clacked once again as she was brought back to her apartment, finishing reading Saeko's letter and dropping it to the ground in despair.
Kikiyou's rational mind has left the building.
Crappy quality newspaper article is on the left, and the letter is on the right.
Kikiyou was back on the jet as Mika was starting the landing process. “Petal Mike India reporting in, we are starting to deploy on the target, over,” radioed in Mika. “Acknowledged. Lady Mike Alpha and Maiden Prime Tango are already deployed and are on approach to the installation, over.” The redhead thought to herself, “Why did you do this to me, Mom? Out of everyone in the world, why did you have to keep secrets from me? Your own FUCKING daughter! I'll make sure to be the best onna-musha in the United States and make you look like a fool, Mom ... I mean ... Miyazaki Saeko.”
I'm a family man, even though I'm single man... and writing this was the most heartbreaking thing I did, considering Kikiyou is literally starting to hate her mom...
Her left thumb raised the blade a bit higher, just for it to come back down with a loud “CLACK” sound. Back in Saeko's room, past Kiki pulled out the other document from the envelope, showing a snippet of a news article in Japanese. It showed young Saeko and her family, with Saeko wearing traditional onna-musha armor and her katana, standing proud with someone who appeared to be a leader figure shaking her hand. “I see... an onna-musha... a female warrior... that's what I should be. Okay, Mother. Show me the way then,” whispered Kikiyou to herself. A minute later, Mika ran back inside the apartment room, gasping for air. The redhead rushed out of Saeko's room to see what happened. “Mika-san, what's wrong?” asked Kikiyou. “Oh, nothing... just rush hour... (writer's note: I'm trying to display Mika's charm by referencing a movie line... see clip here if you have no idea what I'm talking about) anyway, my guy told me this bottle contained opium. I don't know how... or why... but it's for real. I'm sorry, Kiki-san.” The tears dried off Kiki's face as now she was burning up in bitter fury. Kikiyou thought to herself, “Why, Mom? Why would you do this reckless shit behind my back? You're already ill, and you take drugs... for what? Your letter already said you were having a hard time living, so what?!?! You want to die and leave me alone in this world? FINE. FUCK YOU, AND ALL OF THE MEN THAT HAVE FUCKED WITH ME. I'll annihilate them all. I'M TIRED OF ALL OF THIS SHIT!” With her head down, she said, “Mika, go back to the restaurant. I don't want you to lose your job. I'm done with it; I'm going to train... to become a great warrior. Here's my number if you want to keep in touch...” announced Kikiyou.
The sound of seatbelts being detached brought young Kikiyou back to reality. “Well, that was more nerve-wracking than I thought it would be... but we're alive, Kikyo-san!” exclaimed Mika, but Kikiyou didn't reply and felt the urge to remain in her rage while the sword hilt once again smacked against the metallic sheath. “I've trained for a month straight... I don't need breaks... I don't need friends... I just need to be strong… I need this win for Violet,” thought Kikiyou to herself. Kikiyou was sent back to Dr. Demeter's office as Violet said, “I suggest you get your friend over here, then take the door on the left. It will bring you outside to a large truck. Both of you get on it and tell the driver this phrase exactly... 'Open your heart.' She'll know to bring you to our base of operations. I hope you don't get seasick easily, Miss Miyazaki; now I have to get back to my class.” Kikiyou went back outside, where Mika was waiting and taking her break. Mika thought to herself, “I'm really worried about Kiki. I just don't know how to tell her my concerns... she's been changing over time into something that scares me... but I care about her, and I want to support whatever goal she is pursuing... this onna-musha thing... it's causing her to see anger instead of tranquility. The things she said to the other women in class were crazy; she speaks Japanese to the white girls to troll them, and then she randomly tells me everything about how she feels about Saeko... it just seems so wrong. That's her own mother, and now she's turning against her own flesh and blood... ugh, what am I thinking? I just have to be there for her so she doesn't go off the deep end.” Kikiyou was already beside Mika, which startled her a bit. “Let's go. My suspicions are correct… this is merely a henchwoman recruitment group. And we're chosen.” Mika smiled and followed along, knowing that this was definitely going to be a tough time, but she had to support her friend. Back to present reality, Mika was waving her hand at Kiki’s mask and asked, “Are you okay, dear?” Kikiyou replied, “Oh, I’m sorry, Mika-san. It’s just… I’m worried about us separating on this mission. I want to be there protecting you…” Mika blushed and noted, “We will soon enough; in the meantime, don’t worry so much about me, meathead… I know how to protect myself too, you know?” The two girls chuckle at each other and then get out of the stealth jet.
Navigating through the exotic bushes and branches of the winding forest scape, the group of ladies wearing green and white jumpsuits quickly made short work of the rough, humid environment. Signaling to stop her team from advancing any further, “Seems we found the area we're supposed to disable,” said one of the henchwomen, carefully observing the area with some high-tech binoculars. “Ok, Maiden Prime, what you do you suggest of the searchlights? They are much brighter than we anticipated,” asked an older woman with black bobbed hair, who stood next to the brunette-haired lady with a black-and-red rose pin on the back of her head, who began to ponder a strategy to use.
Seeing the busy-looking outpost, one of the henchwomen looked on in amazement at how secure the area was, watching a patrol do its rounds with the utmost professionalism. “Looking at this, it doesn't seem easy to get in...” thought the woman with spiked brunette hair wearing a blue-and-white headband before being nudged by her red-haired teammate with short, spiky hair. “Focus. You need to know what part you play,” replied her friend, who soon refocused with the rest of the group. “Ladies, we have discussed the plan back in base, but I want to reiterate some things. Kiki and Mika, since you landed in a different area, make sure to get to your positions ASAP after this report. Turn on your visuals so you can see what I’m looking at…. Are you good? Okay, it seems the area is indeed highly secure, with the highest level of security seen on the island so far. This means we need to be utmost in our attack formation,” explained the brown-haired team leader, who grabbed a nearby stick and began to draw on the ground the current situation they were in. “Seeing how this base looks, we have at least a few guards stationed here and here...” said the group leader as she pointed at several points that she drew as circles on the ground. “We know from our intel that this base is the heart of its operations, so we must strike a decisive blow here,” continued the brunette, pointing at the center of her crude blueprint.
It also took me two hours to make this map on my own... DON'T FREAKING LAUGH AT MY CRAPPY ROADS, ALRIGHT? XD
Watching on, the older, more skilled black-haired henchwoman smiled with joy, seeing the young brunette take charge with her teammates. “They may be able to pull this off with her in charge,” thought the veteran henchwoman as she soon questioned the leader about possible struggles that their team might face. The confident younger woman answered all the concerns that the older woman had and several from her other teammates, which indeed made a mark on everyone present. When the redhead and spiky-haired brunette disconnected from the Maiden Prime’s eyewear, she reminded the black-hair veteran, “As long as those two are separated from each other, their love and wanton need to protect each other won’t be a distraction to their goals.
Inside the heavily fortified military installation, a bellowing, thunderous bark from a well-established military leader screamed at someone on a communication line, “Don't make me laugh! Your spy organization has no jurisdiction over military matters, so just pipe down and let the big boys deal with this threat you're so afraid of,” spat a defiant and irritated man who wore numerous medals showing his experience in combat. “With all due respect, General, you've got no idea how much danger that Violet Vanderfleet can cause if the items she stole from WOOHP are unleashed on the world,” replied the voice of the elderly spymaster who tried to defuse the situation that had spilled over from countless failed attempts to contact the military. Smashing his fist onto the hard desk, “Do you even hear what you're saying right now? If it weren’t for your failed apprehension of that madwoman, we wouldn't be in this mess. So, for the last time, we won't need your spies to come in to save the day,” exclaimed the General. While the heated argument escalated, a shadowy figure zoomed on a green and white hoverboard, skillfully avoiding the security forces. Pulling out what looked like a small green gun, she aimed it towards a small area of the wall, firing three muffled shots that began to drill into the surface. “It’s time to cause some pain,” muttered the mysterious woman as she zipped away. “I've fired the shots into the area. Ready to proceed to the next phase,” communicated the brunette woman with long hair and a rose pin into her communicator.
Soon, hearing a winding sound through the wall, a patrol officer inside began to signal a fellow soldier. “Hey, what's that sound?” asked the first soldier, who sounded concerned about the noise he heard. However, the second guard reassured his friend, “It must have been your imagination since you haven't had a break, have you, Private?” asked the second soldier as he gestured for the first soldier to go to the break room to rest. Soon, the sound of the drilling stopped just as a small, sharp edge peeked through the wall. As the tip of the strange projectile began to swivel open, a peculiar green slither made its way to the cold metal flooring of the enemy base, crushing several important pipes. Steam began to billow out from the destruction caused by the monstrous parasite.
Back inside the General's office, he leaned back in his chair. “Mr. Spy Master, as you can see, my base is one of the safest, and I don't need a third-rate spy agency calling me about a vengeful army of ladies coming towards...” spoke the tired General. He soon quieted down, as a rush of a memory he had suppressed for what seemed like years surfaced-a young blonde female smiling at him before he could reach out or call her name. A single tear began to slide down his face as he tried to call the woman's name, but to no avail. “General! General... Sir, please wake up,” said a muffled voice. His piercing blue eyes flicked open, and he saw that his room was shrouded in darkness. Trying to understand what was happening, he picked up the communicator. “This is the General. What the HELL is going on out there?” he barked in fury as he stormed out of his office to assess the situation.
Commotion sprang outside as the mysterious masked figure began to circle the nearby area and found a small, unguarded spot on the roof. Taking the opportunity that presented itself, the figure flew with skill toward the area she found that would give her the best chance to get inside. “I'm in,” quietly said the skilled hoverboard rider to her other cohorts, who began their duties to take over the base from the military.
Watching everything unfold in the safety of a lab, an elegant figure with long, honey-blonde hair, wearing a pair of green and white safety goggles that had a purple tint to them, observed with interest as the invaders made quick work of taking control of the security system of the military base. “Ooh, it seems the Maiden Primes are living up to Mistress's vision. Wouldn't you agree, babe?” asked the scientist as she licked her lips. Nodding in agreement at the work all the teams were doing, the red-haired female with a short ponytail, in her jumpsuit, replied, “Yeah, they are so effective in dealing with the problems that present themselves so quickly.”
Mika impressing the nobodies around her with her charm.
As we go back to the stealth team of four henchwomen, the black-haired henchwoman with a black operation mask and the brunette with a light brown operation mask are sneaking together to a man that was heading towards where the feeders were shot at, and they both coordinated a sneak attack on him. The black-masked woman grabbed the neck of the male soldier, and as he was being attacked, he tried to reach for his rifle; the light brown-masked woman had a green-and-white pistol pointed at his face. The lady motions him to get on the ground with her other hand, while also ending it with her left index finger pointed straight at her mouth to ensure the man gets down silently. While the pistol is still aimed at the man’s head, she relieves him of both his main weapon and his sidearm and all of his grenades. As the chokehold starts to cause the male soldier to lose his consciousness, the two women make sure he has a silent landing on the rocky ground. Since the two are able to communicate through their masks due to the advanced technology filtering out the outgoing sound, the black-haired lady asked, “Why didn’t we just shoot him?” The brunette lady replied, “Saving ammo. Only have to use it when necessary.”
This random military guy is FUCKED.
WHAT AN AMAZING LEAPING LEG HOLD CHOKE BY MARGARET! HAVE YOU SEEN ANYTHING BETTER IN YOUR LIFE? (I'm trying to sound like a wrassling announcer, okay? Don't judge me).
Beat him down, stole his stuff and humiliated him, classic.
Coming from the radio signal is the redhead Kikiyou communicating, “Petal Kilo on roof. Five bogeys, I’m going in, over.” Mika radioed in, “Petal Mike India on the lower level, I’m en route to the door, over.” Mika thought to herself, “Goddamn, this is one heck of a climb; there are no guards that are solo either. This will be a tough one.” Kiki noticed one guard in heavy military gear on the chest and legs, but these soldiers don’t have much for facial protection other than a balaclava to cover their mouth and a light helmet to cover the top and back of their head. The redheaded henchwoman rushed forward quickly and leaped from the high ground a few yards down to then land both of her legs on the guy’s shoulders and use her thighs to restrain the man’s neck.
Self-doubt, Miss Miyazaki?
Before the man was able to react to move his assault rifle to aim at the woman, she dealt a pendulum flip parkour technique to cause the soldier to lose his balance and flip to the ground. Kikiyou kept choking the guy with her exceptionally strong thighs, making the man panic because now both of his arms are held upward by hers, so he has no way to reach for his weapons, and he can’t yell for help either. She was smart to do the attack while the nearest guard was too far away to hear the heavy armor of the choking soldier colliding with the ground. What was even scarier was there was not a single sound from Kikiyou’s mouth, and neither did she flinch, but she was feeling good about putting a man to sleep as the soldier lost consciousness.
SURPRISE!
It's a lullaby reference.
The pendulum flip part is too difficult, so here's both of them on the ground.
“One blight to society down,” communicated Kiki through her comms network as the brunette leader said to her black-haired co-leader, “Less than a minute and she took out one on her own. Impressive choice of recruit indeed, Mistress.” The black-haired henchwoman noted, “I am proud of my seito. I taught her plenty of useful grappling techniques.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Here's some bonus scenes for those reading this far:
Up close and personal
Damn she has large breasts
Black lipstick is hot
Kiki's true sadness after hearing mommy is in a coma...
... into a complete 180 once she realized that her mom is hiding secrets from her, wanting to possibly commit suicide and leaving young Kikiyou to live on her own
Here's her without a mask, choking the soldier out.