Deep beneath Genera Meadows University, a woman's face hovers in a pillar of light, watching a series of screens arrayed opposite it. The screens and the face are the only sources of light in the room, casting all else into shadow but for five objects set on a table between them. "The morphers are ready..." The face speaks. "And not a moment too soon either, I fear Ravish will renew her attempts to breach my bunker any day now."
The room is silent. "Y'know puss..." The face breaks it by speaking again, rolling her eyes. "They do say Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity... Though I'm not sure they have supercomputers in mind when they say it..." She glowered at the five objects, stylized hand-held devices, each almost like a little cell phone, each containing technology far beyond the ken of even modern man.
'Puss' turned her eyes back to the screens, security camera feeds from all over the school that had been built over top of her bunker, the only access point sealed within it's halls. Reflexively she checked the hall with the concealed entrance, a disused basement shrouded in darkness, but there was no one there, no threat approaching, so she turned her attention back to the cameras, watching three figures.
Three girls in particular, the first with spiked black hair and an outfit that screamed 'attitude problem' to any sort of authority figure. The second a straight-haired redhead dressed in something that was not quite a schoolgirl's outfit as the shirt left some of her midriff exposed rather than reaching all the way down to the skirt. The third, a tall blonde, in businesslike shirt and jacket...
These were the three she'd chosen to attune the morphers to, the three she thought would be most able to defend the school when trouble came calling again, but there were five morphers, and so two spaces went unfilled on the team.
It wasn't ideal, but with attack looming, it would have to do.
Already she'd picked up anomalies, little blips that represented concealed agents of the wicked Mistress. They were moving among the student body, and while 'Puss' remained confident that they would not manage to get down to her bunker without revealing themselves, they had to be scouts of some sort.
"In fact..."
A new screen opened up, a blinking dot tracking a pair of inbound contacts, heavy foot soldiers, Beastmen by her guess. "Looks like Ravish just made her first move..." She cursed, turning back to the morphers and preparing to lock on to the girls she'd selected, ready to send them at a moment's notice. It wasn't a full team, but now more than ever, it would simply have to do.
It was Wednesday midafternoon, and the war had begun again...
The room is silent. "Y'know puss..." The face breaks it by speaking again, rolling her eyes. "They do say Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity... Though I'm not sure they have supercomputers in mind when they say it..." She glowered at the five objects, stylized hand-held devices, each almost like a little cell phone, each containing technology far beyond the ken of even modern man.
'Puss' turned her eyes back to the screens, security camera feeds from all over the school that had been built over top of her bunker, the only access point sealed within it's halls. Reflexively she checked the hall with the concealed entrance, a disused basement shrouded in darkness, but there was no one there, no threat approaching, so she turned her attention back to the cameras, watching three figures.
Three girls in particular, the first with spiked black hair and an outfit that screamed 'attitude problem' to any sort of authority figure. The second a straight-haired redhead dressed in something that was not quite a schoolgirl's outfit as the shirt left some of her midriff exposed rather than reaching all the way down to the skirt. The third, a tall blonde, in businesslike shirt and jacket...
These were the three she'd chosen to attune the morphers to, the three she thought would be most able to defend the school when trouble came calling again, but there were five morphers, and so two spaces went unfilled on the team.
It wasn't ideal, but with attack looming, it would have to do.
Already she'd picked up anomalies, little blips that represented concealed agents of the wicked Mistress. They were moving among the student body, and while 'Puss' remained confident that they would not manage to get down to her bunker without revealing themselves, they had to be scouts of some sort.
"In fact..."
A new screen opened up, a blinking dot tracking a pair of inbound contacts, heavy foot soldiers, Beastmen by her guess. "Looks like Ravish just made her first move..." She cursed, turning back to the morphers and preparing to lock on to the girls she'd selected, ready to send them at a moment's notice. It wasn't a full team, but now more than ever, it would simply have to do.
It was Wednesday midafternoon, and the war had begun again...