Darling in the FranXX: Insurrection

Chapter 58- Alpha and Omega

Hello everyone, just popping in to apologize for the slight delay. Some things happened and my schedule was thrown slightly out of wack...then we had a holiday too. Anyway, we're back and your patience is appreciated. Now, read on!

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"Omega, so glad you finally decided to join us," the silky smooth voice of Nine Alpha purrs. "I was beginning to think you'd perished after all."

The dry air is clouded by particles of sand and soot, a result of Apololysta's violent entrance through part of the bastion's now destroyed third wall.

"Bold words for an impudent fool staring down his own demise," the reigning Klaxosaur monarch snarls through bared fangs. With a twist of her hand the ring of blades behind her cease their orbit and point themselves at the assembly of FranXX opposite her.

"My honor as a warrior and as royalty demands that you be given a chance to surrender. However, I vehemently hope you do not."

M9 Prime throws back its shoulders and laughs, an action quickly mimicked by the other members of his unit.

"Five against one, and you are demanding our surrender?" rings out Alpha's infuriating holier-than-thou voice. "Come now princess, your dogs are dead, your stamen lives on borrowed time, and your army is naught but dust and atoms. No amount of bravado will save you from meeting your end here."

Anger flashes through your connection as Alpha insults not just Terra but also those that have valiantly fallen to get her here.

"I may be on death's door, but that doesn't mean I can't drag you down to hell with me," you spit back in reply.

M9 Prime lurches forward as a cry echoes across the landscape.

"Omega!"

The FranXX's stamen is able to keep his pistil somewhat in check despite her outburst, as the unit remains in formation. However, he isn't successful in muting her continued cries.

"Omega, my love, if you are to take someone, take me! We can go anywhere together, do anything together. If it is the two of us–"

Psi's ravings abruptly stop as Alpha disables M9 Prime's external communicators. One thing that could be agreed upon by both parties, perhaps the only thing, was that Psi was an obsessive lunatic and that listening to her for more than a few sentences might rot the brain of anyone nearby.

"I've never met someone so dedicated to another," Terra whispers to you. "It is terrifying."

You grimace, not wanting to think about it. "I believe 'dependent' is more accurate. Apparently I was vital to maintaining her mental state. Without me... well, you see how she is."

"You have no qualms about killing her?" the monarch asks, steeling herself for the conflict to come.

"None whatsoever, I just want her gone," you reply.

During your brief exchange with Terra, the Nines have fanned out into a semi-circle around Apocolysta. Beta and Gamma have taken the left flank while the duos of Delta and Epsilon as well as Sigma and Tau have taken up the right. M9 Prime waits directly opposite you with a spear in hand, the only member of the team to wield a traditional weapon.

In the past your encounters with Alpha and Beta have left you with an understanding of their weaponry and capabilities, but you've yet to clash with Gamma or Delta and Epsilon.

Gamma's FranXX is a goliath of a mech, standing a head and a half taller than everyone else, Apocolysta included. Broad shoulders, burly arms, and legs nearly as thick as the chest of a standard FranXX make it obvious he's a physical fighter. Still, the lack of a visible weapon is somewhat concerning.