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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2026 1:45 am
It wasn't that Aruna was intentionally going out of her way to seek out Negaverse Generals. She was never as foolhardy as to set out with that as a plan for her night. But sometimes, opportunity arose and she couldn't pass it up.
The night had been surprisingly quiet and peaceful, a truly lovely contrast to the commotion that had been Star Fest for the senshi of Landslides. No murderous bird monsters, no strange creatures, just simple and quiet patrolling. About to call it a night, Aruna paused as she felt the faint prickle on the back of her neck that she had come to learn meant Chaos was around. Stopping to turn in a slow circle, she tilted her head curiously when the only person in sight was a man sitting alone on a bench. Logically speaking, she knew this was a bad idea. A truly terrible idea, really. But she had learned a lot the last time she spoke with a General, and it had left her with quite a few more questions burning in her mind.
Making her way over slowly, she made sure to keep her hands where they could be seen, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. She cleared her throat as she got closer, not wanting to startle them. "Forgive me for disturbing you." She belatedly realized that she had no idea how to ask tactfully, and it was most definitely too late to change her mind. "Would you...be amenable to talking?" Yeah, this was not one of her more brilliant ideas.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2026 5:13 am
Jet had noticed her well before she started walking toward him. It wasn't difficult. The Eternal aura stood out against an otherwise quiet night, and the pale glow winding over her skin made the rest obvious enough. Transcended.
At least that meant he didn't have to waste time wondering whether her starseed was worth taking. He knew enough about Transcendence to know that wasn't going to happen.
That didn't make her invincible.
Jet stayed where he was on the bench while she approached, one arm stretched along the back of it as he watched her without bothering to hide that he was doing so. No weapon in his hands. No attempt to reach into subspace. He didn't need either just because a Senshi had decided to make what was, objectively, a very questionable decision.
Her hands were visible, at least. Probably meant to reassure him.
Jet wasn't reassured.
Senshi didn't have weapons when their magic could be called up with a gesture and sometimes a few words, and holding her hands where he could see them only meant he'd know exactly when she decided to use them.
She was being polite about it, too.
Somehow, that made it stranger.
"You walked up to a General by yourself," Jet said once she finished, his gaze moving over her again before briefly settling on the glowing markings along her skin. "And you're asking if he wants to talk?"
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
Brave or stupid.
Maybe both.
For another moment, he stayed exactly where he was.
Then the bench was empty.
Jet reappeared several feet behind her, hands still empty and posture relaxed, as though teleporting out of her line of sight hadn't been meant to prove anything at all.
"You should probably be more careful who you walk up to."
He made no move to attack. Didn't even reach for the glaive waiting in subspace. Instead, he tipped his head slightly as he studied her. She wasn't acting like she wanted a fight. If anything, she looked like she was trying very hard to prevent one. That didn't mean much. Plenty of White Moon Senshi knew how to smile until they thought they had an advantage.
Still, Jet had spent too much time lately thinking about things beyond Destiny City to dismiss information just because he disliked where it came from. Other worlds. Old civilizations. Things in space that could become a problem for Earth whether the White Moon and Negaverse wanted to cooperate or not.
He didn't have to like her to decide whether she knew anything useful.
"But you came over here for a reason," he said. "So talk."
His gaze shifted for just a moment toward a patch of darkness near the bench before returning to her.
"Just don't confuse me listening with being friendly."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2026 5:46 am
Hearing it stated out loud did make Aruna internally cringe. When it was put that way, it did sound like a very, very stupid idea that if it was anyone else doing it, she would scold them greatly. She was, once again, incredibly aware of just how much of a hypocrite about this she was. "You're people too, not just some mindless enemy entity or something. And not everyone wants to fight." She knew it was a weak defense at best. In a blink, the man was gone, quickly reappearing behind Aruna. The close presence at her back made her tense immediately, and she had to force herself to breathe, to make herself relax. She couldn't have her starseed ripped out like this, and it was the only small comfort she had. Taking a steadying breath, she nodded. "Mistaking civility with friendship is not something I make a habit of, thankfully." She took a moment to think over her words carefully before speaking again. "I met a general recently who said something that....puzzled me, I suppose. And I want to understand better. He said that to your side, senshi like myself are seen as invaders. It....while I can see the concept of how someone might think that, the way he spoke made it almost sounds as if we have nearly the same goal in the end of it. That both of our sides want to protect this planet from any threats that may come to it. I suppose I'm.....confused on if I understood that correctly?" Her words came out a bit hesitantly, as if she was trying to navigate how to say it properly. It was the first of many questions her conversation with Zinkenite had left her with.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2026 7:15 am
Jet watched her tense when he appeared behind her, although he said nothing about it. At least she had enough sense to understand that being difficult to kill one particular way did not make standing within arm's reach of a General a particularly good idea.
Her answer earned a slight raise of his eyebrows.
"That's a pretty low standard," he said. People. As though acknowledging that much was supposed to make approaching someone from the Negaverse less dangerous. "Most enemies are people."
He let her continue without interrupting, expression settling into something more thoughtful as she explained what the other General had told her. By the time she finished, Jet had a fairly good idea of the conversation she'd already had. It sounded familiar enough. Senshi were tied to worlds beyond Earth through their starseeds and magic, whether they had been born on Earth or not. Knights were more complicated. Some of their Wonders were on Earth, but their power still came through the Code — an entity whose pieces were scattered far beyond this planet.
Most of them had been born on Earth, and plenty probably had every reason to consider it home. That didn't erase the powers and connections that tied them to something much larger than Earth.
The simple version.
It wasn't necessarily wrong. It just left out everything that made a thousand years of war more complicated than something handed to a Lieutenant during training.
"You're making a jump," Jet said after a moment. "Wanting to protect Earth doesn't mean we have the same goal."
He shifted enough to face her more directly, although he made no effort to put additional distance between them.
"You think you're protecting Earth from us. We think we're protecting Earth from you."
It was more complicated than that, too, but she didn't need everything he knew. Jet wasn't about to start explaining the Negaverse's structure, its priorities, or anything else that might actually be useful to an Eternal Senshi just because she'd asked politely.
"You were told Senshi are invaders because that's how the Negaverse sees you," he continued. "Not because every one of you was born somewhere else."
His gaze briefly traced the glowing markings along her skin again.
"Most of you were born here. I know that. Some Knights even have Wonders here. But Senshi are still tied to other worlds, and Knights still get their power through the Code. That doesn't change because Earth happens to be where someone was born."
His gaze dropped pointedly to the luminous lines across her skin.
"And you have an entire world out there that's connected strongly enough to you to do that." He tilted his head slightly. "So I'm not going to pretend Earth is the only place the White Moon belongs when the universe keeps proving otherwise."
Jet folded his arms loosely across his chest. He'd heard enough variations of the argument before to know where it usually went.
"That doesn't mean I think every Senshi woke up one morning and decided to invade Earth. Most of you probably don't think of yourselves that way at all. Some of you probably genuinely believe you're protecting your home."
His mouth pulled slightly at the corners, although there wasn't much humor in it. "Doesn't mean we agree on what you're protecting it from."
Intent mattered, sure… but it wasn't everything. People could do plenty of damage while believing they were helping.
"As for protecting the planet…" Jet paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her. There were things beyond Earth. He knew that better now than he had years ago, and pretending every danger began and ended with the White Moon would be stupid.
"Earth has threats that aren't Senshi, Knights, or the Negaverse," he said. "I've seen enough to know better than to pretend otherwise."
His expression hardened again before she could mistake the admission for agreement.
"But if you're asking whether that means we're secretly on the same side?" Jet shook his head. "No."
Then, after a moment, his attention sharpened on her. "Which General told you that?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2026 11:23 am
"A low standard, perhaps. But something people on my side of things seem to often forget. I think sometimes it makes it easier to fight against you all, to blindly go forward without thinking of you as people. Or at least that's my best guess." Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the notion. Aruna listened as the General spoke, nodding slowly. It made sense that both factions thought they were protecting the planet from one another. "This may sound naive and ridiculous, and I'm not sure how to word it to make it sound less blunt so I apologize, but may I ask what your side thinks we are doing that Earth needs to be protected from? I'm not asking for any sort of plans or anything like that. I just..... genuinely don't understand what we're supposed to be doing that's harming it..." Chaos she understood the reasoning behind needing to protect Earth. But if it was solely for the fact their souls didn't originate on Earth, Aruna was truly stumped. His comment about enemies from beyond Earth made her expression harden. "Like the Calamitous Hollow. And whatever else might be out there like it. If you'd be open to it, I'd like to...to discuss that in particular as well. It's something that's weighed on my mind heavily lately, to be honest."She hadn't expected him to ask who told her about that particular view. "He called himself Zinkenite. He wasn't anyone I'd ever seen before, not that that means much." She paused, realizing something. "I'm.... I'm Aruna, by the way." She didn't expect him to give his own name in exchange, but if he did, she wouldn't be opposed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2026 1:33 pm
Jet stared at her for a moment after she admitted that people on her side sometimes found it easier to fight when they stopped thinking of the Negaverse as people.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Not quite a smile.
"That's probably easier," he said. "People don't usually like thinking too hard about who they're hurting."
There was something almost entertaining about hearing it from her, though. She seemed genuinely bothered by the idea. Not offended on behalf of herself, exactly, but disturbed that anyone might make the war easier to comprehend by stripping the people on the other side down into something easier to hate.
Naive. Painfully so, maybe.
Jet had met enough people willing to offer kindness to someone holding a weapon. He'd been on the receiving end of it before, too. People who thought patience or understanding or one more chance might somehow change what he was willing to do.
Sometimes they learned otherwise.
If Aruna wanted to look at an enemy and decide that remembering he was human made him safer, that was her mistake to make. Jet wasn't going to correct it for her.
Her next question made him study her a little more closely.
"What do I think you're doing?" he repeated. He unfolded his arms, considering how much of an answer she actually needed.
"You interfere."
It was simple, but that didn't make it inaccurate.
"You stop energy collection. You attack our officers. You interfere with operations you don't understand because you've already decided anything involving Chaos has to be wrong," he said, his gaze staying on her, calm enough that the accuration almost sounded conversational. "And when you need something badly enough, suddenly collecting energy isn't beneath you either."
The Hollow was proof enough of that.
Jet hadn't forgotten how much energy had been thrown at the Hollow once everyone realized how dangerous it was. Each faction had launched its own attack against the thing, trying to weaken it enough. In the end, it had still taken all six spikes to actually contain it.
"You saw what happened with the Hollow," he continued. "Every faction threw something at it. Yours included." His expression shifted slightly, thoughtful. "Which leaves me with a different question."
Jet's gaze settled on her a little more sharply.
"Where did yours come from?"
He wasn't asking about the attack itself. He'd seen that much. He was asking about the power behind it. The White Moon wasn't supposed to have reserves like that. Not enough to produce something on that scale without preparation, coordination, or a source they weren't advertising.
"You object to the way we collect energy," he said. "Fine. But when your side needed power badly enough, somehow it had enough to launch an attack against that thing."
The corner of his mouth pulled a little.
"So either you've been sitting on more than you like to admit, or you found another way to get it."
Neither possibility was particularly reassuring.
There was more to it than energy, of course. Senshi and Knights disrupted operations, destroyed youma, attacked officers, and continued to grow stronger through powers tied to things beyond Earth. Whether they meant harm didn't matter nearly as much as Aruna seemed to think it did.
Poison didn't have to know it was poison.
She gave the name of the General she'd spoken with. Zinkenite. Jet kept his expression composed, but amusement stirred quietly beneath it. Apparently he wasn't the only General King who saw no reason to announce what he actually was.
"Zinkenite," he repeated. "I know him."
That was all she needed.
And since she'd introduced herself, he considered her for another moment before answering.
"Jet."
The shadow near the edge of the path shifted. Barely. Jet noticed it. Aruna probably didn't. A voice touched the edge of her mind, quiet and strange enough that it might have taken a second to realize it wasn't her own thought. 'Names are curious things. People hand them over as though knowing what to call the wolf changes its teeth.'Jet's gaze slid toward the darkness.
"Arles."
The shadow went still. No shape stepped from it. No eyes opened in the dark. Whatever was there seemed perfectly content to remain unseen.
Jet looked back to Aruna as though there hadn't just been another presence speaking directly into her mind.
"As for the Hollow," he said, "that's something I'm willing to talk about."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2026 2:07 pm
"What bothers me is how easily some kill because they don't see the opposing side as people." Her brow knitted into a frown, thinking of the multiple instances she had heard of it. "Or kidnapping and torture, in some cases. It's easy enough to wash the guilt from ones hands if they don't consider the victim to be a person." Her mind went to Heliodor and what had transpired back then. They interfere. She tilted her head, trying to pick her words carefully. "The few experiences I've seen of what Chaos can do....it's been what brought the destruction of worlds. The senshi I have met that came to Earth from other planets, they have spoken about the horrible things that Chaos has brought to their homes. To the best of my understanding, that is what we want to stop from seeing here. I....admit to having given this more thought than I should have, and I know it isn't my business, but I think in the case of energy draining, it's an ethics question for many? I'm sure it'll sound absurd but...what if there was some form of willing donation instead? Like how blood banks have donation drives." She knew it sounded utterly ridiculous, but it was something she had most definitely thought of. Aruna nodded as Jet spoke of the Hollow, the expression on her face hardening. It was a terrifying ordeal and she didn't even know half of it. Still, what little she did know was something she shouldn't give so lightly "I don't know the specifics. I don't know how things worked or how they were implemented. What I can tell you, however, is that the energy was given from within our own faction, that a great many of us gave energy towards it." She chose her words carefully, not wanting to directly out the Moon Palace as where it had come from. "I unfortunately was fairly newly awakened at the time, and I wasn't in a position to know or understand much about it. I'm still not sure I understand how it worked, to be perfectly fair." And that part, for her credit, was true. She didn't understand how the energy gathering had worked, other than it was voluntary. Aruna jumped, however, at the voice that formed inside her head. Eyes wide, she looked around to try and see if she could figure out where and what it had come from. She shuddered and rubbed at her arms, as if she could banish the discomfort so easily. "Do I want to ask what that was just now?" She gave Jet a slightly uneasy look, hoping she wasn't about to be attacked by whatever had spoken. When Jet agreed to speak of the Hollow, however, her attention focused entirely on him, disembodied voice in her mind be damned. "I don't have much in the way of information to trade, but I would be willing to trade what I have." She had a feeling, however, that he likely already knew most of what she did. "I know that it's old. And that before we had the displeasure of encountering it, it was imprisoned." She started with something small, testing the waters first.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2026 4:09 pm
Jet's expression didn't change much at the mention of kidnapping and torture, though something colder settled behind his eyes. It was easy to talk about those things as though war was that simple. People who hurt others and people who didn't. Victims and monsters, carefully separated by the uniform they wore.
Jet knew better.
"War gets ugly," he said simply. "People do horrible things to each other and find reasons they think make it justified. Your side isn't exempt from that because you don't like ours. And you don't need magic to do horrendous things."
He wasn't interested in comparing scars with her, and he certainly wasn't about to explain exactly how well acquainted he was with both sides of that particular subject.
Her explanation of Chaos earned more interest.
"You're talking about Chaos like it's one thing," Jet hummed as he tipped his head slightly. "Maybe it isn't."
Other worlds had their own problems with Chaos. Their own versions of it, from what he'd learned. But Earth was still there. More than that, it was alive, populated, thriving despite centuries of the Negaverse existing alongside it.
"The Chaos on Earth hasn't destroyed it," he pointed out. "Maybe because it isn't the same as whatever destroyed those worlds. Maybe because it's being controlled. Maybe the energy we collect is part of what keeps it that way."
He couldn't prove that, but he didn't need to. She couldn't prove the opposite either.
"Dark Mirror Senshi carry Chaos and you don't treat them like they're the Negaverse. The Vanguard collects energy too." His mouth pulled faintly at one corner. "Funny how the rules seem to change depending on who's doing it."
Especially when he'd seen enough questionable friendliness between people who were supposed to be enemies to wonder exactly how seriously some of them distinguished one from the other.
Her idea of willing donations almost earned an actual laugh.
"A donation drive." Jet looked at her for a moment, as though genuinely considering it. "You think people are going to line up every week and volunteer enough energy to support everything the Negaverse needs?" His tone wasn't mocking so much as plainly skeptical.
"And when they don't?"
That was the part people always seemed to skip over. It was easy to make something sound ethical when there was no consequence for failing to meet what was actually required.
But it was her answer about the Hollow that interested him more. Jet listened without interrupting as she carefully explained what little she claimed to know. Energy from within their own faction. A great many people contributing. Voluntarily, apparently. And yet she didn't know how it had been collected. Didn't know how it had been stored. Didn't know how it had become an attack powerful enough to throw at the Hollow.
"You don't know the specifics," he repeated quietly. His gaze stayed fixed on her. "But you're sure every bit of it was willingly given."
It wasn't really a question.
"Would you bet your life on that?"
There was no glaive in his hands. No sudden movement toward her. Jet didn't need either to make the implication clear.
"Because you were there. I saw how many of you were still standing afterward." His eyes narrowed slightly. "If everyone involved gave enough of their own energy to create something like that, I'd expect more of you to have looked like you'd actually paid for it."
Maybe they hadn't given everything they could. Maybe someone else had supplied the difference. Maybe the White Moon had found a way to store energy long enough before the Hollow ever appeared. Any of those answers were worth knowing.
Her reaction to Arles distracted him only briefly.
"Probably not," Jet said when she asked whether she wanted to know what had spoken to her.Somewhere within the darkness, amusement brushed lightly against the edge of her thoughts.
'Questions are doors. One should be careful which ones one opens.' Jet glanced toward the shadow, but didn't bother admonishing him this time. "He's Arles." That was explanation enough.
Then Aruna offered to trade information. Jet looked back at her, and this time the amusement was harder to hide.
"You don't have much information to trade," he repeated, "but you want information from me." His eyebrows lifted. "That's not much of a trade." Still, she had offered him something, and Jet wasn't going to discourage her from talking. If she wanted to tell him what the White Moon knew about the Hollow while hoping he'd return the favor, he could work with that.
"You're right about one thing," he said. "It was imprisoned." He paused, watching her. "But if you want more than that, you're going to have to give me something I don't already know."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2026 5:05 pm
War was ugly. He was right about that, and Aruna knew it. She had always known it, even before she knew she was in the middle of a war. "No.
..I know that those in my faction are no exception, and I know that no amount of apology from me would even begin to right the wrong that have been committed. But you're right. War is ugly. Be it magical or not." It was rare for her to speak of this as an actual war. It was a word she avoided when speaking of this to new senshi or knights, not wanting to scare them. But she knew that war was exactly what this was. And by all accounts, that made her a traitor. "Not one thing....like different branches?" She tilted her head curiously. It was an interesting way of seeing it that she hadn't considered. "I am....admittedly very unfamiliar with what the Vanguard is and does. I've never spoken with any of them and as far as I know, I've never encountered them save for seeing them during the fight against the Hollow. But...as far as I know, we treat Mirror senshi the same as the Negaverse." She had always assumed that they were both Chaos and therefore should be treated more or less the same. Jet's laugh made her smile, laughing a little herself. "I told you it would sound absurd." Though his follow up was valid. "Out of curiosity, would your own faction be able to donate, in such a hypothetical situation? Just....again, purely hypothetical and out of curiosity here."And then the mood turned more serious. It was a valid question, but she sensed there was much more beneath it. "I know that I gave freely. As far as I have any knowledge of, it came from willing people who gave the energy freely. If ....if I were to say that I think whatever concentrated the energy was older than either of us, would you believe me? I'm sure you understand that there are some things I can't say, just as I know there are things you cannot as well. But.... I know that we began pooling the energy perhaps two weeks before the battle. It wasn't anything I think we were able to do before that time, and to my knowledge we have not done so since." How much information she should give him still was uncertain to her. But she wanted to be as honest as she could. "I would assume that we looked none the less for the wear because it wasn't done all at once, nor directly prior to the battle. We had time to recover from it." A lot of that was guess work, she had to admit. Anything to do with the moon and Queen Serenity was far beyond what she understood. Arles spoke again and she shuddered. "Going out on a limb, I am going to assume that's a youma. I've...never known one that could speak directly into the mind before. Not that I habitually try to speak with them." She seemed troubled as she said that, a pang of guilt in her chest. Zinkenite had said that youma used to be people, after all. "That must be lonely for them.... Zinkenite said they used to be people. It must be lonely for them to be treated like monsters." If you'd told her a year ago she would feel sad for youma, she never would believe it. And yet here she was. "I am not as well informed as some of those who I know. But I do know a few things. I shared as much with Faustite before the battle, though whether he passed that on or not, I am unaware." She chewed the inside of her cheek as she ran over the things she knew to be true about it. "I know that it left a trail of destruction in its wake and it's hunger was insatiable." She paused, thinking over something. "And I do not believe it is the only Herald of the Dark Star we may face."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2026 5:34 pm
Jet gave a small shrug at her attempt to categorize Chaos. "Call it branches if you want. Magic isn't one thing. I don't see why Chaos has to be."
He wasn't particularly interested in debating terminology with her. Whatever had destroyed distant worlds clearly wasn't behaving exactly like what existed on Earth, or there wouldn't still be billions of people living their lives above the Dark Kingdom. Whether that was because Earth's Chaos was different, controlled differently, or sustained differently mattered considerably less to him than the fact that it was obviously still there without having consumed the planet.
Her claim about the Dark Mirror earned a slight tilt of his head, but he let it go. Whether she personally treated them the same or not didn't really change the larger point, and he wasn't interested in arguing every exception with her.
Then she asked whether the Negaverse could donate its own energy.
This time Jet actually looked amused.
"What makes you think we don't?"
Why wouldn't they? Their goal was to collect as much as possible, and officers had direct access to exactly the resource they needed. Aruna seemed to be imagining the Negaverse as some distant machine that took from everyone except itself, rather than an organization whose members were invested in keeping it running.
"You understand it's renewable," he pointed out. "You recovered from what you gave. So does everyone else." His eyebrows lifted slightly. "But we're criticized for collecting it, while your solution is apparently to ask nicely and hope enough people volunteer."
Maybe that worked when there was time to prepare for a single battle. It was less convincing as a way to sustain something on the scale she clearly didn't understand.
Her answer about the Hollow was more useful.
Jet didn't interrupt as she spoke, though he quietly filed away each piece. Two weeks of collection. Something old enough that she was being deliberately vague about it. No evidence they'd been able to pool energy that way before, or since. And enough recovery time between donation and battle that their condition afterward told him very little.
"I'd believe something old was involved," he said. That wasn't much of a concession. Old things with powers no one fully understood were hardly unusual anymore. "Two weeks makes more sense."
It still didn't tell him where the energy had been kept, what had concentrated it, or exactly who had access to it. But it was more than she'd known she was giving away when she'd walked over.
Then she started feeling sorry for Arles. The darkness beside the path moved. This time it didn't stop. Stars seemed to gather first, pinpricks of light shifting through a shape that slowly separated itself from the shadow until a massive wolf stood where there had been nothing at all. Night sky stretched across his body instead of fur, his outline difficult to follow whenever he moved.
Arles regarded her for a long moment.
'Yes. Terribly lonely.'
The words slipped into her thoughts with such perfect, deadpan solemnity that it was impossible to tell whether he meant any of it.
'Being treated like a monster is simply dreadful.' Jet's mouth twitched, but turned his attention back to what she'd offered about the Hollow. An insatiable hunger and a trail of destruction told him nothing he hadn't already seen for himself, and the possibility of other Heralds was hardly a revelation.
"I already know there could be more," he said. "If that's what you're offering for information, you're going to have to do better than that." There was a faint amusement in his expression again. "You came to me asking questions, Aruna. You should've brought something worth trading."
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