The players had arrived. The boards were set. It was time for the games to begin. A primal and innate part of Honiko picked up on the sudden shift in reality even before Merryweather's signature ability kicked in. The part of her that was Ōtsutsuki had always been somewhat attuned to that kind of thing but she had always suppressed it. She didn't think of herself as a daughter of the Otherworld, but as a Sage of this one. A nanosecond after the gut-feeling came the sudden shift in temperature. The climate in the area changed dramatically as it oscillated between extreme heat and cold. The fluctuation in climate heralded Merryweather's imminent arrival, and several of the Missing Ninja stood up a tad bit straighter. The climate soon stabilized and a shutter from another world appeared in the space five meters from the open semi-circle of leaders. A tall and deathly pale woman stepped from the pitch black background of the portal. As soon as she came into this world, a stream of locusts followed her before the portal shut like a cascading window. The locusts buzzed around her form, obscuring her appearance for a moment before lifting off into the sky above the encampment. With the locusts gone, Merryweather was now fully visible to the camp.
Xeimi "Merryweather" Ōtsutsuki
Ōtsutsuki Ability: Neo-Amenominaka
Occupation: Inter-dimensional Fugitive, Arms-Dealer, and Mercenary
Merryweather was a six-foot-tall Ōtsutsuki with piercing red eyes, silky white hair, and black lipstick. She wore a black top, pants, and matching arm-guards. Two devices of extra-terrestrial origin were strapped to her hip and thigh. The devices made an audible beep when she stepped into this world, and the red glow they emitted appeared to brighten a bit. Merryweather's usual charm and devilish sarcasm were nowhere to be found. The mercenary's body language exuded pure seriousness. At that moment, the mother and daughter were like mirror images of each other. Merryweather was a bit taller and maybe a few years older in appearance, but other than that it was clear to all who could see that the two were related. The solemn mood of the meeting was overpowering. What they were about to attempt was unheard of in the history of the ninja world. "I normally don't waste time repeating my offers but I want you all to know what you stand to gain if my daughter is freed. If Chiheisein comes home, everyone here will receive 1 million ryo and a rare item of considerable value. The shinobi that proves to be the most useful will be granted the Flying Thunder God Technique. Of course, if you're interested in other curiosities...I'm sure something else can be arranged..."
Merryweather's voice was very peculiar. It seemed to bounce off of reality in a fashion that was totally alien to the sounds produced by the native inhabitants of this world. It wasn't so strange as to be entirely distracting in of itself, but it was noticeable. This was especially true for those with enhanced senses.
The criminals muttered amongst themselves but said nothing to her directly. She was merely confirming what they already knew. A final meeting of the minds before they embarked on a suicide mission of epic proportions. Merryweather pointed above but eyed each of the leaders. The neutral and serious expression on her face remained unchanged. "These are my friends. Please do not kill them. They'll feed me valuable information about the jailbreak as it progresses. I can use it to assist you by relaying information. It'll also give me a good idea on which one of you prove to be the.....
"Merryweather struggled for the word that humans used in situations such as these.....MVP of this operation."
As Merryweather spoke, storm clouds appeared to be gathering in the airspace above and around the prison. The clouds seemed to dart in and out of reality. A tell-tale sign that Merryweather was calibrating her coveted Neo-Amenominaka ability to achieve maximum effectiveness. The Ōtsutsuki had been born with a version of Amenominaka. Amenominaka was jutsu used by the infamous Kaguya to sculpt and mold realities. Over the course of many generations, the ability had changed and become disassociated with the Rinnegan. It gave her the ability to "capture" the inherent climate of a given reality and "bleed" it into another dimension at will. The result was weather manipulation on an unprecedented scale. Merryweather, and indeed the Clan as a whole, considered it the ultimate terraforming and field control technique. It would serve the insurgents well today, but its effectiveness was limited given that the Warden had found a way to counter its most dangerous aspects.
Honiko would be the first person to speak directly to Merryweather.
"And will you be doing anything else besides spying on us from above?
The question was pointed, but whether it was because of Honiko's animus toward the woman or just her general nature was anyone's guess. For the first time since her arrival, Merryweather's characteristically guile demeanor showed itself. She appreciated Honiko's bite towards her. It elicited a hodge-podge of feelings such as pride, anger, love, and jealousy. She had often struggled with wanting to discipline and protect her little Sage, but she learned long ago that those instincts were useless. Honiko was just one child, on one world, and a particularly disobedient one at that. Once Chiheisen was returned to her, she could go back to grooming her true heiress. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I'll be blocking off reinforcements with Neo-Amenominaka. That way, they won't be able to cut off your escape. Which reminds me, Honiko, Hype, and Resin. I'll need you three here with me. Once the Warden realizes what we're planning, he may call for Grass Special Forces or even international aid. You three are the strongest Nin here which means you'll do well in helping me fend off whoever or whatever gets sent our way to interfere with the operation. That won't be a problem will it?"
There was a rumble of confusion in the camp. To make such a request just before a jailbreak was highly unusual. Many felt that it was bound to rattle some plans. Interestingly enough, Honiko, Hype, and Resin did not appear perturbed. They were not only masterful warriors, but they were also amazing tacticians. They had already calculated the likelihood that Merryweather would make such a request and factored it into their plans. Hype
, an old and decrepit looking man with a misshapen head, merely shrugged. He looked at his lieutenant and gave a simple nod. "Hmmm...no problem here" Resin
, a man wearing a gas mask and suit of armour exchanged words with two men who walked over. He snapped his fingers and pointed in another direction as if he was calling a play. "I'm set." he responded. All eyes fell on Honiko who only glanced at Nozomi briefly. They'd note that Honiko's lieutenant was the blonde Jinchurikki that had bested the world's finest in an epic tournament. The two would lock eyes for a second and at that moment Honiko hoped that her thoughts were clear. Ensure that Chiheisen is brought back.
Honiko was depending on Nozomi to get the job done. Merryweather's assessment of the situation was probably accurate. The Blood Prison would raise hell once the jail-break was in full swing. There was a chance that they could send their best, or at the very least contract shinobi of elite caliber to put down the attack. Best case scenario, they would only be facing off against the Grass Special Forces and but even then they would be responsible for covering thousands of meters of entry points between the four of them. It would be all hands on deck for even the absolute strongest of shinobi. She could not aid them directly. Raijin and Nozomi would have to stand on their own merit. The Dragon Sage folded her arms and raised her head a quarter of an inch.
"That's acceptable. Are we ready to begin?
Merryweather's playful air melted and she grew serious for a few seconds. She looked around, closed her eyes, and savored the moment. Once she had captured the memory, she then opened her eyes, smirked and nodded. She began walking in the direction of the prison. The locusts that swirled above began to follow her while keeping their altitude. The criminals followed her and slowly the entire camp would inch forwards. The semi-circle of leaders would disperse, and join their respective groups for a last minute pep talk. Honiko would return to Raijin and Nozomi, with their dragons following closely behind on foot. She spoke to them both while there was still a chance to communicate.
"You can fly on Balerion and Thorn into the prison once the outermost wall is down. They don't have much time left but they should be able to get you to Block B at a minimum.
Soon, Merryweather would give the signal and all hell would break loose. The jailbreak would officially begin, and a multitude of criminals would rush the prison.