Something borrowed, something old (EVENT DAY 2)

[Justice]

What was that old saying? Something borrowed, something blue, something old, and something new? She had remembered it on her wedding day. How long ago had that been? Natasha didn't really have time to remember at the moment. She was still wearing the clothing covered in blood. The red head had been rounding up students and herding them together. Now she was headed to her office.

The principal of the school had received a text from her daughter. Explaining that she was with her aunt somewhere in the school. And wanted to meet up with her. The red head had sent a text back. Only three words "My office. Now." She went to her office and quickly unlocked the door. Her sleeves were rolled up, and the blood that had splattered over her form was now dry.

Inside her office were two glass cases. Inside were not trophies for the school or anything normal. Instead were two sets of armor polished to perfection. One was larger than the other, and the smaller one was made for a female while the larger was for a male. One had been Natasha's when she was fourteen, and the other had been her father's. Valekin's. She was too big for her things... but Alaya... now she could use it. Maybe.

And Natasha could use her father's.

So when the two, Alaya and Lina, arrived at her office, they would find their mother/sister unlocking the cases and arming herself. Strapping on the bits that would fit and securing everything. She would use it to kill her enemies. Make daddy proud.

[Alaya Kaluskov]

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Anger

Make daddy proud.

"Мы здесь…"

We're here...

Alaya's voice trailed off as she entered the room. She spotted the armor. Her father's armor, her sister's armor. But not hers, hers wasn't there. Hers was, at the castle, with nine hundred years worth of suits of armor. Swords, and suits of armor. Finely crafted to perfection, all of them. She approached the two missing suits from the Castle, actually only one was truly missing, her father's. That's because Natasha isn't dead. And Lina didn't have a suit for herself. Rytael had one, but he wasn't dead as far as she knew.

"Почему не отец в замоке? Ожидание Oh…… мы не были сказаны, что никогда пошли назад к Сербия…"

Why isn't father's in the castle? Oh... wait... we were told never to go back to Serbia...

Alaya's hand reached out to touch Valekin's armor, it had been made from some kind of black metal, extremely durable. It was well cared for obviously, well polished, not a scratch on it that wasn't earned in battle. As much as she wanted to wear it herself, she wasn't big enough. But she could fit into most of Natasha's armor pieces. It looked like the breastplate wouldn't fit her, but most of the other pieces would.

"Вы будете носить право отца? После этого т середины я ношу твое…"

You'll be wearing father's right? Then that means I'll be wearing yours.

She looked at Valekin's sword, Malfecius, and longed to hold it. But she knew she couldn't lift that thing, it was a long war sword. Natasha's sword wasn't quite as large, and neither was Alaya's sword. But that wasn't the point.

"It's very fitting, for these people to be killed by Templar."

Templar, holy warriors, Zealots. Warriors for God. The incorruptible. Valekin, Alaya's and Natasha's father, had always held true that Kaluskov never strayed from the path, they just found other means than the sword to take. He always held that one must do a little evil at times, to kill off the even greater evil. It was always better to side with the evil you knew, rather than the evil you didn't know. The evil you knew would screw you over in a way that you expected and could be prepared for, the evil that you don't know, well, that's beside the point.

These types that had been attacking the school, maybe they were supposed holy warriors too. Alaya would bet all her money, that they didn't date back as far as Kaluskov, and she'd bet all her money that they wouldn't be expecting real Templar to show up.

[Lina]

When she had gotten the text message from her mother, Lina had told her aunt the second she could. Then she had led the way to her mother's office. They entered to find her mother strapping on bits of armor. Grandfather's armor. The sword... Lina forgot what the sword's name was, but she remember it was something a little odd.

"Mom!"

"Lina, Alaya. Good. Yes, I want you to use mine. Lina's small for it, and not trained the same way. The sword might be a little heavy for you, because I was bigger at your age. I'll use father's."

As Natasha said this she reached up and grabbed her father's sword. Malfecius. She remembered the sword's name very well. Natasha's muscles moved as she hefted it one handed. Easily. It was heavy, but it was easy for the strong woman to lift and use. Those icy eyes calmly looked at the middle aged female.

"You can use it if you promise it's return when you're done. And if you promise not to use it on student nor teacher. Only the invaders. Understand?

OOC: Natasha is the whiter text. Since I'm playing both in the same thread, same post, etc.

[Alaya Kaluskov]

"Будет посылом."

It's a promise.

Alaya said confirming the promise. She walked herself over to Natasha's armor, and started taking it apart, and strapping the bits that she figured she'd need, and wouldn't weigh her down. She was going for practicality. She couldn't fit into the whole set anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem.

"Как раз пообещайте мне что вы будете иметь мои погруженные здесь. Люди на замоке отрегулируют все для вас."

Just promise me that you'll have mine shipped here. The men at the castle will handle everything for you.

Alaya didn't want to be without her armor the next time something like this happened. She didn't want to have to borrow her sister's, she wanted to use hers, the set that her father had made for her, the set he gave her. That's what she wanted.

"Alright, готово. Препятствуйте нам пойти пинок некоторый ишак."

Alright, ready. Let's go kick some ass.

Alaya had strapped on the shoulder plates, the armored skirt to protect her hips and and such, the thigh plates, the gauntlets, and other associated pieces of armor.

[Solaris Awren (Chronos)]

Things weren't going well. Not well at all.

Satellite scans revealed more troops than what was initially thought, possibly an entire division. Only to add to the pain were approximately 15 Main Battle Tanks. The students would never be able to take down one of those unless they actually tried some.

Don't make me laugh.

Solaris shook his head and looked at the battle maps. Paladins had breached the gates, and had engaged the automated defenses there.

*BOOM!*

The entire tower shook as shells impacted its reinforced structure. "%#@!" Solaris started locking down bulkheads, barring the main blast doors. students were starting to come in and hunker down. The elite guards were now stationed at vital security checkpoints. Even Solaris now had his nanite battle rifle slung across his back. It wasn't the best situation, the forward defenses were soon to be overrun with Paladin forces. The battle was gruesome and horrific, but nothing could stop that now.

"General Coms, I need Natasha Sabir or The Doctor to report to the AI core."