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("Bring. The defensive systems. Online. NOW.")

They answer his demand with pitiful complaints of its impossibility. The tower has suffered Class 6 damage to its deepest structure, causing an internal collapse that spread upwards all the way to the ground floor. The 'building' is, for all intents and purposes, completely defenseless from a single detonation, though as the computer monitors glare where they are not broken with a soft electric shine, he sees the remnants of its warning systems flash error messages in a panic. Subject AU-X1 has escaped. She cannot be tracked. She cannot be stopped.

("Reroute power through to the back up generators themselves, then initiate the main lock down sequence. If they want to invade, then they can stay here FOREVER. How exactly did the beast get out of it's cage? ")

They bore him with details; something about an energy backlash, a destabilization of chakra brought on by his shadow clone's destruction at the hands of the Tenzo Clan Head. He finds the idea amusing; he'd only wanted the Shikigami so that the Echomire could make copies of him, but now he was proving himself to be a most delightful distraction. The man was exhausted of nearly all his chakra, and AU-2 laughs at the notion of 'running out' of the near infinite power in his grasp. He laughs to himself as he watches the few remaining scientists scramble for answers in the wreckage, and the space surrounding his body shimmers slowly away from existence.

("Direct anything that would wish to penetrate the outer walls towards the girl. Feed her until she tires, and then I will reclaim her. There is something I must attend to in the meantime.")

His voice lingers behind for only a few seconds after the image of his body disappears, and those who hear his command grunt acknowledgment in unison before scrambling to carry out his orders. The outer labyrinth will shift and change as instructions are fed into the variety of machines trying vainly to continue functioning without their most vital parts.

The final chapter of this war is coming to a close, but one truth remains, one frightening realization that at the moment, not even AU-2 can do anything about.

Kyofu is free.

("They are intruding, that is what you should know about them. They are unlawfully entering an area that is mine")

His eyes change. The aura of malevolence around AU-2's body sends a pulsing sensation into the air and the scientists at their work-stations feel driven mad, to the barest edges of sanity by an inescapable fear. AU-2 has raised his head, and stares into the eyes of the armor-clad man who has entered, the familiar red-black pattern of the sharingan settling into light violet ripples that promise violence even as the world around him seems to slow to a halt.

("What you need to know is that they are driven. They believe themselves the true heirs to my city, and they will stop at nothing to wrestle control of it from me, destabilizing the peace I have worked so hard to introduce.")

But as you look around, the man's words ring false. There is a little peace here. There is only death and the unforgiving despair of a tyrant. The Uchiha presses a series of display codes into the monitor's off-grey surface as an image overtakes the static air directly before them both, showcasing the Tenzo and Kekkai clan symbols respectively. He raises the crescent of his palm up to slash impatiently through both, but their light projected image is undisturbed. His hand passes through them like water, and he snarls lightly as his gaze returns to the monitors.

("In order to defeat them, you must know that which already seeks to destroy the fragile alliance their shared history should have already prevented them from forming. What you need to know...is....")

And AU-2 looks up at you for the briefest of moments, his face no longer carrying the arrogant smirk that has become his namesake.

("Hatred motivates them. It pushes them. Hatred of each other, of the very family they believe justifies their intrusion. Use that against them. Destroy the bonds that allow them to overcome that hatred, and reintroduce it as the only way with which they can interact with each other. Feed their anger. The darkness inherent behind their posturing. Do these things, and you shall succeed.")

The monitor switches again to the tiny girl in the cage. Her faded red eyes, her black sweep of long hair, the pale skin that makes her seem doll-like an innocent even as the pixelated image refracts the sheen of fresh blood coating the insides of her restraints. She is playing with the tattered rags of her shoes now, her gaze unfixed, almost content.

AU-2 reaches a hand towards the screen, tentatively, as if momentarily compelled by some deeper longing, then snatches back his fingers, forming a claw, and slamming them down on the wide steel birth of his machines.