Post by Phoenix Tempest on Nov 5, 2008 21:14:46 GMT -6
For years, the Ninth Squad barracks had been, for the most part, empty.
It remained the residence of no more than five subordinates at any given time. They would report to the Captain-Commander on behalf of their Captain upon arrival and take up paperwork responsibilities; then, upon resting and recuperating for three months, pick up huge stocks of fresh supplies and switch out with five other members, returning to their squad's station in the Real World.
And why did a Captain have her entire Squad stationed in the Real World? Easy. Cleaning up the mess left behind.
Ninth Squad had equipped themselves heavily with technology from the Research-Development Dept. and spent all of their time working diligently to reduce Hollow levels in the Real World, where the influx of Reiatsu from Shinigami and Arrancar alike had caused a severe energy imbalance. It was a huge problem: the constant battles were raising the death toll, which led to more Spirits, which led to more Hollow. It was a vicious cycle, and Ninth had made a significant dent in the numbers - but not enough to bring everything back to normal.
Captain Vitalani Bianchi stood in the basement of the vacant office building that Ninth Squad had called home for so long, calm amidst the chaos around her as the shinigami frantically gathered their things, organized into groups, checked to make sure everyone was there, and all in all panicked.
Vitalani wore a sleeveless black tube top in place of the typical kimono worn with the black shinigami's hakama pants. She wore her white Captain's haori like a cape; the neck was modified to bunch over her shoulders, with the sleeves hanging loose. A white and grey hawk flew over, landing on her shoulder and digging its dark grey talons into the bunched fabric, its grey beak nipping gently at her earlobe, watching the commotion with calm black eyes.
An alarm rather like a watch going off sounded from the Captain's pocket; she drew out a small communicator, read its message, and deftly punched several buttons before stowing it back in its pocket, and glancing up at her team.
"Alright, we've got five minutes. Be ready in your groups." She needed to raise her voice only slightly to a) be heard, and b) bring about complete silence. All confusion banished, and the shinigami seemed to move with purpose. They were standing quietly in their groups three minutes later.
Two minutes after that, the delicate panels appeared along one wall, parting to reveal the pathway back to Seireitei.
"Advance team first, please," she instructed. A group of twelve passed through the gate, and a few minutes later, they contacted her through the communicator, confirming that the passage was clear for bringing through their equipment unharmed.
It was slow, moving so many through the gate along with their belongings, but at last, the final group remained, and Vitalani soon arrived with them, standing in a back alley of Ninth Squad's barracks.
So today, for the first time in quite a few years, the Captain strode through the dusty streets, pleased to see that improvements were already underway to clean up the barracks and make them habitable again.
Vitalani left instructions with her Vice-Captain to oversee the clean-up, then left them to their work, heading to check in with the Captain-Commander.
Afterward, she stood in a balcony, overlooking the sprawling greatness of Seireitei, glowing in the setting sun. There were many, many new Reiatsu milling about - many strong ones. Things had changed since she'd left, that much was obvious. Vitalani blinked heavily, her blue eyes beginning to water in the bright light, and turned to go back inside. The hawk on her shoulder dug his talons into the cloth, spreading his wings and flying out over the buildings, rising easily on strong wings. Vitalani reappeared at street level, heading through the wide road, wandering around, and just getting a feel for being back home.
The hawk circled overhead several times before lazily landing again on her shoulder, content to eye his surroundings with her as she headed uphill and toward the center of the massive city structure, leaping lightly onto a low building top to continue watching the sun set, crosslegged on the edge of a building.
It remained the residence of no more than five subordinates at any given time. They would report to the Captain-Commander on behalf of their Captain upon arrival and take up paperwork responsibilities; then, upon resting and recuperating for three months, pick up huge stocks of fresh supplies and switch out with five other members, returning to their squad's station in the Real World.
And why did a Captain have her entire Squad stationed in the Real World? Easy. Cleaning up the mess left behind.
Ninth Squad had equipped themselves heavily with technology from the Research-Development Dept. and spent all of their time working diligently to reduce Hollow levels in the Real World, where the influx of Reiatsu from Shinigami and Arrancar alike had caused a severe energy imbalance. It was a huge problem: the constant battles were raising the death toll, which led to more Spirits, which led to more Hollow. It was a vicious cycle, and Ninth had made a significant dent in the numbers - but not enough to bring everything back to normal.
Captain Vitalani Bianchi stood in the basement of the vacant office building that Ninth Squad had called home for so long, calm amidst the chaos around her as the shinigami frantically gathered their things, organized into groups, checked to make sure everyone was there, and all in all panicked.
Vitalani wore a sleeveless black tube top in place of the typical kimono worn with the black shinigami's hakama pants. She wore her white Captain's haori like a cape; the neck was modified to bunch over her shoulders, with the sleeves hanging loose. A white and grey hawk flew over, landing on her shoulder and digging its dark grey talons into the bunched fabric, its grey beak nipping gently at her earlobe, watching the commotion with calm black eyes.
An alarm rather like a watch going off sounded from the Captain's pocket; she drew out a small communicator, read its message, and deftly punched several buttons before stowing it back in its pocket, and glancing up at her team.
"Alright, we've got five minutes. Be ready in your groups." She needed to raise her voice only slightly to a) be heard, and b) bring about complete silence. All confusion banished, and the shinigami seemed to move with purpose. They were standing quietly in their groups three minutes later.
Two minutes after that, the delicate panels appeared along one wall, parting to reveal the pathway back to Seireitei.
"Advance team first, please," she instructed. A group of twelve passed through the gate, and a few minutes later, they contacted her through the communicator, confirming that the passage was clear for bringing through their equipment unharmed.
It was slow, moving so many through the gate along with their belongings, but at last, the final group remained, and Vitalani soon arrived with them, standing in a back alley of Ninth Squad's barracks.
So today, for the first time in quite a few years, the Captain strode through the dusty streets, pleased to see that improvements were already underway to clean up the barracks and make them habitable again.
Vitalani left instructions with her Vice-Captain to oversee the clean-up, then left them to their work, heading to check in with the Captain-Commander.
Afterward, she stood in a balcony, overlooking the sprawling greatness of Seireitei, glowing in the setting sun. There were many, many new Reiatsu milling about - many strong ones. Things had changed since she'd left, that much was obvious. Vitalani blinked heavily, her blue eyes beginning to water in the bright light, and turned to go back inside. The hawk on her shoulder dug his talons into the cloth, spreading his wings and flying out over the buildings, rising easily on strong wings. Vitalani reappeared at street level, heading through the wide road, wandering around, and just getting a feel for being back home.
The hawk circled overhead several times before lazily landing again on her shoulder, content to eye his surroundings with her as she headed uphill and toward the center of the massive city structure, leaping lightly onto a low building top to continue watching the sun set, crosslegged on the edge of a building.