#mini claire

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Change in Management (Final Rose)

Genocide Mini-Diana cackled malevolently. Finally! All of the other minis in Saviour space were currently occupied, and Saviour herself was out of commission due to Averia pushing herself too hard. Thanks to an oversight in the chain of command, she was now in charge!

It was time to start the murdering.

Mwahahahaha!

X     X     X

“Mom,” Sigrid said. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” The little girl paused. “Wait... you’re not mom... and... and you’re not Saviour.” She took a slow step back. “Who... who are you?”

Genocide Mini-Diana looked out through Averia’s eyes. As the mini-in-charge, she had full access to Saviour’s friend-foe-identification system and other databases. She also had full knowledge of the various interaction subroutines and process that helped Averia get through day-to-day life as smoothly as possible.

“Don’t worry, kiddo.” Genocide Mini-Diana nodded sagely. “I’m one of the mini-Dianas. Saviour is a bit busy at the moment, so I’m running things.” She smiled. “Can you keep it a secret?”

Sigrid’s eyes lit up. She had met the mini-Dianas before. They were so funny and friendly. “Which Mini-Diana are you? Are you Admiral Mini-Diana... or... or maybe Grand Marshal Mini-Diana?”

“Uh...” Genocide Mini-Diana stroked her imaginary beard. “Not exactly. I’m a very special Mini-Diana. I don’t normally get to do a lot, so this is a really big opportunity for me.”

“Oh.”

“But don’t worry,” Genocide Mini-Diana reached over and picked Sigrid up. She settled the little girl onto her shoulders. “You can come with me. It’ll be lots of fun. And don’t worry. You’re perfectly safe with me. After all, your safety is one of my very top priorities.”

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Genocide Mini-Diana was still cackling on the throne. Oh, the killing she was about to indulge in. And bringing Sigrid along was just the icing on the cake. The minis down in future perception had Sigrid pencilled in as the next bearer of Saviour. There was no reason she couldn’t learn how to genocide stuff early!

Alas, her plans to find stuff to genocide came to an abrupt halt as she realised she was no longer alone in the throne room.

“Hmm! Hmm... hmm!” Admiral Mini-Diana jabbed her finger at her accusatorially and brandished her trusty janitor’s broom. Worse, she had been accompanied by a small army of Mini-Claire’s.

Genocide Mini-Diana got to her feet. Admiral Mini-Diana might have been promoted, but Genocide Mini-Diana was one of the very oldest minis there was. She got to her feet, countless processes, subroutines, and algorithms whirring to life only to be bonked over the head by the First Mini-Diana.

“Hmm?” Genocide Mini-Diana slumped to her knees and was promptly thrown in chains and dragged off as the First Mini-Diana, the one who had been there when Saviour itself first awakened, settled onto the throne.

“Hmm... hmm!” the First Mini-Diana folded settled onto the throne and motioned for Admiral Mini-Diana to call a meeting of all the highest-ranking minis. How on Remnant had Genocide Mini-Diana slipped onto the throne unnoticed?

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Panic Stations (Final Rose)

Mini-Dianas ran back and forth as crystal dust shook loose from the ceiling and tumbled to the ground.

“Well,” Saviour drawled. “This is going swimmingly.”

Around her, a variety of holographic displays had sprung up, each connected to the many observatories, armouries, and weapons depots scattered throughout Saviour. There were also connections to the various maintenance and repair departments, and even the fishing fleet was in full swing, trawling Averia’s ocean of memories for anything that could help them in this battle.

On her lap, the Protect Mini-Diana hummed thoughtfully.

“Yes, it’s not often we’re stuck in a fight we can’t win. On the upside, this does give us a chance to test some of our more interesting weapons.” Saviour gestured, and a small horde of weapons depot mini-Dianas in military uniforms scurried off to deploy the necessary weapons. “Let’s see how this goes.”

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Averia hit the ground and actually felt the pain of the impact. That was a bad thing. Saviour’s physics cancelling and other assorted methods of bullshit should have negated the impact entirely. The fact that she’d felt it meant that her defences were being overwhelmed.

Above her, her mother floated in the air, head tilted to one side. The third level of Saviour swirled around her, a black miasma tinged with red. “Is that all you’ve got?”

The space around Averia erupted in a rainbow of colours as myriad exotic effects and esoteric attacks launched themselves at the older woman. “I’m only just getting started.”

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Saviour grinned as the Teaching Protocol Mini-Sarah cackled in amusement. “Hmm... hmm... hmm!”

“Yes, our daughter is progressing nicely.” Saviour took a sip of tea and reached down to ruffle the hair of the mini-Lumina who had brought the drink. “She’s gotten a lot better, but she’s still no match for us.”

Another mini-Serah made a hopeful sound, only to be slapped over the back of the head by a mini-Lumina.

“No, we are not going to be using the genocide protocols,” Saviour said. “Not even a little bit because even a little bit is too much.” She paused as the mini-Serah continued to plead her case. “Yes, Averia would survive the first level of the genocide protocols, but those don’t tend to stop. No. They tend to escalate, and that is not a good thing.” She nodded at the mini-Lumina. “If she suggests that again, slap her again. Harder.” She smiled. “Although I suppose we could up the difficulty a little bit. Our daughter is quite formidable, after all.”

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Averia was forced to fight for her life as her mother upped the intensity of her attacks. Even the second level of Saviour was barely keeping her from disaster, which only highlighted the massive gap between the second and third levels. Desperately, she called on more of her Semblance’s power.

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Saviour covered her face with her hands. There were no mini-Dianas and mini-Claires running around with fire extinguishers to douse all the flames that had appeared as Saviour began to reach the limits of what it could currently do at the second level. Good grief. And they still weren’t anywhere close to defeating their mother.

A mini-Diana with a nail gun was also frantically nailing wooden planks into place on the ceiling as cracks spread across it. The amount of damage they’d taken in the last five minutes exceeded the amount of damage they’d taken against Grimm in their entire existence.

Fortunately, this was only a training spar. If it had been a fight to the death, they would have been in serious trouble. As it was, their mother was already beginning to decrease her power, no doubt sensing that they were reaching the limits of their abilities.

The mini-Dianas and mini-Claires breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was time to get things cleaned up.

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Observation (Final Rose)

“I’m not saying you’ve got a sister fixation,” Claire drawled as one of the Mini-Dianas climbed up onto Diana’s head and began to make a nest out of her hair. “But...”

“Oh, shut up,” Averia grumbled. “I have no idea why it looks like this.”

Diana chortled. “A sister fixation isn’t all she’s got.”

Averia covered her face with her hands as a Mini-Claire arrived on the scene, hopping up onto Diana’s shoulders and dragging the Mini-Diana out of her hair. “Not one word.”

“But...”

“Not one word.”

Naturally, that was when another gang of Mini-Dianas and Mini-Claires arrived to unfurl the welcome banner.