In Search of Sanctuary

With only a fraction of time to respond, Astraea managed to scour the remaining magtect away with a brilliant moon beam before it could fire again. In the same instant, as the platform raced away from the large iron crucible, the lava-bathing virus launched a second elemental shot towards it as a parting shot. This one hit the centre of the platform squarely, splashing over the mechanical abductor. the machine stayed up, despite some structural damage, while the platform beneath it grew super-heated. It didn't melt entirely, as a stationary tile set might do, but it did become a baking furnace beneath the abductor's legs.

That was all there was time for, however, as the ledge continued forward. After the burst of moonlight faded, it made the rest of the area feel suddenly darker, though it was likely no dimmer than it had been before. The gaps between the ledge and the walls narrowed as the track pressed forward into the dark; the occasional green lights stopped, and before long the space was plunged into true darkness, with only the whistling of the wind and the sensation of claustrophobic mechanical structures rushing past on every side.

All around her, Astraea was still aware of the dozen or so metools, still huddled under their helmets, and the heat glow from the patch of damaged platform in the centre felt more palpable in the gloom. After about a minute of travelling at break-neck speed through the dark, small points of light began to come into view. Individual pin-pricks at first, scattered about to either side, and often seeming to blink off and on again as different parts of machinery obscured the view. They didn't quite seem to draw closer, but there were steadily more of them. Before long, the engineer navi could probably make them out as individual energised solar panels, glowing bright in amongst the other metal work and jumbled parts. As they reached the first ones, it was almost like passing through a scattered star field; the solar panels were never close to the edge of the platform, and their individual points of light never quite gave a clear view of the surrounding mechanisms. There were enough gaps in the complex mechanical block to give glimpses of pockets even quite along way from the ledge, but it only made the feeling of being penned in by darkened metal lactic-work all the more pronounced.

The platform began to slow down now as it moved through; the rail began to wind and curve, sliding around particularly dense sections of machinery rather as though it had been threaded through whatever gaps were wide enough for it, rather than built at the same time. If not for the poor safety of the situation, it might have been a vaguely pretty sight and experience. And then something moved. At first, it seemed like it might just have been another stretch of pipe moving across her field of view between the platform and a far-off light, but then it happened again, and again. Next time the shift came with the sound of metal scraping over metal. A series of sharp, small clinks and taps.

More movements in the dark accompanied by the sounds of creatures running across metal. Just as the platform passed by a pair of solar lights that were closer than the other others, the alien navi caught sight of three shapes leaping across the small gap and towards the platform from different directions, their forms mid-spring as the moment seemed to hang.

The frozen beat passed and three creatures landed on different edges of the platform all around her; they looked like small foxes, mostly, but with a metallic sheen to their coats. As each landed, head low and ready to spring again, glittering light reflected of a myriad of long, waving metal tails that caught the light and reflected sharp edges. The three foxes picked their footing between the cowering metools, seeming to ignore them while there was a more vulnerable target on the scene.

-=Viruses=-
OldstoveOldstove (Oldstove)

Oldstove viruses move and dodge at a very slow pace.

Area: ACDC, Kotobuki Town, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 50
Attack Damage/Effect: 15 Fire + Line Attack(3) + Panel Crack
Attack Accuracy: B
Attack Description: Flamethrower to one enemy.
Element: Fire
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): FireBurner1, Zenny
Special: Slow Movement. Cracks Terrain. A: PING!
OldstoveOldstove (Oldstove)

Oldstove viruses move and dodge at a very slow pace.

Area: ACDC, Kotobuki Town, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 50
Attack Damage/Effect: 15 Fire + Line Attack(3) + Panel Crack
Attack Accuracy: B
Attack Description: Flamethrower to one enemy.
Element: Fire
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): FireBurner1, Zenny
Special: Slow Movement. Cracks Terrain. B: DELETED
WindBoxWindBox (Wind & Fan)

All viruses in this family are immobile during combat, with the exception of being able to turn to face any direction it wishes. Later versions of this virus may switch between Wind and Fan effects, which requires one action, during which time all wind or fan effects cease. Bonuses and penalties do not stack if multiples of the same virus family exist on the field. Wind and Fan do not push or pull Objects, only creatures.

Area: SciLab, Yoka, Beach, Sharo, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 100
Attack Damage/Effect: Wind Effect, Northwind
Attack Accuracy: S
Attack Description: Causes a large scale gale of wind to blow across the entire field in the direction the virus is facing. This gale will constantly move all targets this virus considers to be enemies in the direction the wind is blowing, which makes it difficult to land many kinds of attacks on it and allied viruses, such as thrown attacks and close ranged attacks. All those affected by the wind will also have their barriers and auras blown off by a constant Northwind effect.
Element: None
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Wind, Zenny
Special: Causes short ranged attacks, such as (but not limited to) swords, melee attacks, and flame thrower style weapons, to suffer from a 30% accuracy penalty against targets they are being pushed away from. Both sides of the engagement suffer a 30% accuracy penalty with direct attacks perpendicular to the direction of the wind, and all thrown attacks.
Special: Those allied with this virus may opt to take advantage of the wind to increase movement speed or evasion by going with the wind. They do not suffer any penalties, however. Conversely, anyone may move along with the wind to increase accuracy by 10% for close ranged attacks, assuming the target is in that direction.
Special: Northwind effect to all enemies once per virus action while maintaining wind effect. A: DELETED
MagTectMagTect (MagTect)

MagTect move and dodge at slightly above average speed. In spite of the fact that they have wings, and hover above the ground, they are still subject to the effects of the terrain below. Regardless, they are very dangerous thanks to their ability to exert control over enemy movements with pincer attacks and magnetic pull effects. They know how to use these effects, too. MagTects avoid liquid terrain types if at all possible, as they do not function well at all if forcibly submerged.

Area: SciLab, Electown, Netfrica, NAXA

HP: 90
Primary Attack Damage/Effect: 20 Elec + Stun 1 + Magnetic Pull
Primary Attack Accuracy: B
Primary Attack Description: Pulls opponents towards them and hits with a magnet. Stuns.
Secondary Attack Damage/Effect: 10 Elec + Seeking + Pincer Attack x 2 Missiles
Secondary Attack Accuracy: C
Secondary Attack Description: Shoots two MagnetMissiles at a target: one from each side. The missiles move as if to pass the target, then suddenly turn towards each other in a pincer attack with the target between them.
Element: Elec
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): MagBolt1, MagnetMissile1 (Rare), Zenny
Special: Pincer Attack: Attacks a single chosen target from two opposing directions at the same time. A: PING!
MagTectMagTect (MagTect)

MagTect move and dodge at slightly above average speed. In spite of the fact that they have wings, and hover above the ground, they are still subject to the effects of the terrain below. Regardless, they are very dangerous thanks to their ability to exert control over enemy movements with pincer attacks and magnetic pull effects. They know how to use these effects, too. MagTects avoid liquid terrain types if at all possible, as they do not function well at all if forcibly submerged.

Area: SciLab, Electown, Netfrica, NAXA

HP: 90
Primary Attack Damage/Effect: 20 Elec + Stun 1 + Magnetic Pull
Primary Attack Accuracy: B
Primary Attack Description: Pulls opponents towards them and hits with a magnet. Stuns.
Secondary Attack Damage/Effect: 10 Elec + Seeking + Pincer Attack x 2 Missiles
Secondary Attack Accuracy: C
Secondary Attack Description: Shoots two MagnetMissiles at a target: one from each side. The missiles move as if to pass the target, then suddenly turn towards each other in a pincer attack with the target between them.
Element: Elec
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): MagBolt1, MagnetMissile1 (Rare), Zenny
Special: Pincer Attack: Attacks a single chosen target from two opposing directions at the same time. B: PING!

NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). A: 90Hp [Normal]
NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). B: 90Hp [Normal]
NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). C: 90Hp [Normal]

-=Navis=-
Astraea.CMD: 85Hp [Normal][Strengthen: 30]

-=Terrain=-
35% Normal

• No effects.

[Circular Platform]
10% Missing

• Permanent bottomless hole.
• Doubles dodge penalties for bad RP.
• EJO if you fall in.

[Not the Platform]
30% Metal

• Cannot be Broken or Cracked except with Geddon/PanelShot, cannot be Burrowed into.
• Elec attacks: +100% Source Damage.
• 100 Damage Aqua attacks: Change terrain hit to Cracked.
• 100 Damage Fire attacks: Change terrain hit to Furnace.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Break.

[Machinery to either side of the platform]
20% Solar

• Elec Elementals get +5 HP/action.
• Wood attacks: +100% Source Damage, change terrain hit to Cracked.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Stun1.

[Scattered sections of the side areas]
5% Furnace

• Fire attacks: Splash to all adjacent panels for 20% Source Damage. Does not chain across multiple Furnace panels.
• Heat Mirage: Non-Fire Elementals get -10% Accuracy, +10% Evasion against Non-Fire Elementals.
• Aqua attacks: Vaporize into steam, increase accuracy penalty to -20% for Non-Fire Elemental and -10% for Fire Elemental for turn after hit.
• Changes to Metal Terrain when hit with an Aqua attack of 100 damage or greater.
• Echolocation nullifies the effects of the steam cloud and heat mirage for the user, and Seeking just ignores it.
• PanelShot: Imbue Fire.

[Small patch in centre of platform, under Abductor Unit]

Terrain Quick-Slip: Things mare moving quickly; terrain changes to the exterior area will not last, as the battlefield moves past them. The fast moving platform itself will be resilient to terrain changes.

-=Objects=-
Transport Lift: 200Hp [Made of metal, but presents as non-conductive normal terrain on the surface][SteelBody]

Abductor: 16Hp [Furnace][Centre of platform]

-=Battle Mode=-
Pursuit:
- Win Condition: Reach the end of the pursuit [Minimum of 3 turns]
- Additional Failure Condition: Becoming unable to continue pursuit without successfully concluding it.
- Versus 3-5 Area/Net tier appropriate viruses on battle start
- Viruses get one turn to act and be acted upon, before the pursuit moves past them. 3-4 additional viruses from the area list will join the battle at the end of each turn, as the 'next' upcoming viruses.
- All players will be given an automatic voluntary escape after the win condition is fulfilled, and may use this to signify the conclusion of the pursuit in their favour.
- Players may continue for additional turns after the victory condition is met, but the failure condition will still apply if it is reached.
- At battle conclusion, players receive full rewards for their performance in battle.
- Terrain, field objects, and other features of the battle are left to mod's discretion

- Defeat the Ninetails to clear the pursuit!

-=Turn 3!=-

It was like being back in space.

The warmth of the furnace at her back, if she ignored the Metools and the machinery it was like being back in the deep infrastructure of her satellite's network, her personal display window showing the every changing view of the stars outside while she performed her maintence checks.

But she wasn't.

Something eclipsed the light. She mentally shrugged it off at first - just a bit of machiner in the dark. But then it happened again and this time it came with sounds. She squinted to try to see. The faint light of the molten panel didn't reach nearly far enough.

"Alex, Abductor, something is out there." That was all she had time to say before the shapes leapt.

Thin narrow snouts, sharply pointed ears, and sharpened, gleaming tails.

They landed and time began to move again. She matched names and statblocks to the lithe shapes that wound their way between the Metools. She doubted they were ignoring the Metools simply because they were also viruses and found herself glad for their near impervious helmets. She would need to be quick if she wanted to remove them.

And careful too.

She glanced back at her summoned object, her nose creasing at it's shape. She couldn't heal it and she would need to be aware of the blast radius from it's self-destruct.

"Oh, they look mean. My ex wore that exact expression whenever she was made at me. I wouldn't bother with your shield, by the way." Alex mused. Astraea wasn't really sure what to do about the information about his ex, and she was a little confused by the comment about her shield but she could improvise. "It looks like the platform is coming up to the end of the line so lets play it safe. Quick feet, here's this for some healing aannnnd-oh, oh yeah we can finish 'em off with this if you use some of that extra strength."

"Understood. I'll do my best." Astraea stepped away from the blast radius of her summoned helper somewhat regretfully. It felt a little cruel to leave the saucer and depiction of her alone to its fate but if it survived this fight then maybe she could thank it properly.

The first chip loaded and she lifted a hand in front of her chest, palm up Above her hand a small swarm of mechanical Skeeter virus. They lumbered through the air toward the last fox to land on the platform and she frowned. How long would it take to reach the virus?

Apparently her Abductor Unit also had the same though. Her poorly rendered doppleganger frowned and manipulated the controls. The hook underneath swung wildly as the ship rotated, then flew out past the Skeeters toward the Ninetails as well.

Astraea wondered at that. It made sense for the construct to know what she was thinking to some extent- it was running off her processors, but wasn't that degree of synchronity a little weird?

Whatever. The next chip was downloading. Alex had mentioned speed but most of their gun-based chips had been used already. The dragon would probably be fast enough to catch them, but she thought Alex also wouldn't want to test if the Metools were protected from the unerside by their hardhats.

All that to say it wasn't a surprised when her hand reached for her wrench so she could use her sword. The familiar beam of light extended out and she stood for a moment to channel all the extra power she had into it. The she charged the first of the Ninetails. She stepped around the Metools and brought her sword down in a diagonal slash. Next she spun about and shifted her grip to lunge directly toward the so far untargeted Ninetails, attempting to spear it through with the empowered blade. She pulled back from her lunge and skip-step-twisted to face the last Ninetails and lashed out with her weapon.

There wasn't anything particularly pretty or flashy about her swordplay but it would be enough to get the job done or at least make the job easier to complete.

"I don't think that's what people mean when they say sword and shield is the best combination but I'll take it."

Hurtling through the flickering darkness, the intermittent pin-points of light reflected on the waving metal tails of the three viruses as they moved in; Each was a flurry of quick, nimble movements that made them hard to pin down, and as Astraea formed a plan, the first one darted forward, seemingly ignoring her abductor unit and going right for the alien navi herself. Its tails flashed in the dark, wildly flaying the are where Astraea had been standing a moment before. Fortunately, the engineer had backed off, away from the attacking virus just in time, and only one single whip of a single tail lash managed to connect, drawing a slim razor cut across her form.

From the other side, a second one appeared in her periphery spinning in place as it whipped out with its own mesh of blades; two of these managed to catch Astraea in the back and side despite her best efforts to get away.

The third had waited a moment longer, watching, and it gave Astraea enough time to send her helpful mechanical swarm in its direction. Before the dubiously precise insects could reach it, Astraea's low resolution companion evened the odds; her better-rendered self wouldn't need to worry about the cagey, unpredictable virus if it was baited in advance. It launched the hook with a knowing certainty.

Outside, the Ninetail virus jumped away from the obvious attack, ready to dodge the assault, but just as calculated, this left the virus to chance to react as the swarm of mechanical bugs descended on it a moment later, drawing off data and sending it back to Astraea. Harried and stun,g the virus thrashed around and lashed out, but only one of its tails managed to connect with anything at all, scarping with little impact off the edge of the abductor unit.

Taking her moment, Astraea fired up her wrench and attempted to extricate the trio of viruses with careful, precise strikes. Unfortunately, the difficulty of seeing and the unusual surrounds let her first attack go wide as the virus skipped to one side. The second virus tried to do the same, eyeing her blade, but it seemed to stumble on a huddled metool that had almost certainly been a few inches to the left a moment before, and in the hesitation Astraea managed to cut it down. The third was still recovering from the biting insects and making a low threatening sound in its throat at the abductor unit – the little image of Astraea inside was waving at it as he counterpart managed to move in undetected for the moment, and finish it off as well.

Further ahead, the curving track seemed to grow increasingly complex in its meandering, manoeuvring though the tight space; a growing light source was approaching from somewhere far off ahead. The trip might almost be over, perhaps, but Astraea still had one more virus to contend with before she was in the clear.

-=Viruses=-
OldstoveOldstove (Oldstove)

Oldstove viruses move and dodge at a very slow pace.

Area: ACDC, Kotobuki Town, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 50
Attack Damage/Effect: 15 Fire + Line Attack(3) + Panel Crack
Attack Accuracy: B
Attack Description: Flamethrower to one enemy.
Element: Fire
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): FireBurner1, Zenny
Special: Slow Movement. Cracks Terrain. A: PING!
OldstoveOldstove (Oldstove)

Oldstove viruses move and dodge at a very slow pace.

Area: ACDC, Kotobuki Town, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 50
Attack Damage/Effect: 15 Fire + Line Attack(3) + Panel Crack
Attack Accuracy: B
Attack Description: Flamethrower to one enemy.
Element: Fire
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): FireBurner1, Zenny
Special: Slow Movement. Cracks Terrain. B: DELETED
WindBoxWindBox (Wind & Fan)

All viruses in this family are immobile during combat, with the exception of being able to turn to face any direction it wishes. Later versions of this virus may switch between Wind and Fan effects, which requires one action, during which time all wind or fan effects cease. Bonuses and penalties do not stack if multiples of the same virus family exist on the field. Wind and Fan do not push or pull Objects, only creatures.

Area: SciLab, Yoka, Beach, Sharo, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 100
Attack Damage/Effect: Wind Effect, Northwind
Attack Accuracy: S
Attack Description: Causes a large scale gale of wind to blow across the entire field in the direction the virus is facing. This gale will constantly move all targets this virus considers to be enemies in the direction the wind is blowing, which makes it difficult to land many kinds of attacks on it and allied viruses, such as thrown attacks and close ranged attacks. All those affected by the wind will also have their barriers and auras blown off by a constant Northwind effect.
Element: None
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Wind, Zenny
Special: Causes short ranged attacks, such as (but not limited to) swords, melee attacks, and flame thrower style weapons, to suffer from a 30% accuracy penalty against targets they are being pushed away from. Both sides of the engagement suffer a 30% accuracy penalty with direct attacks perpendicular to the direction of the wind, and all thrown attacks.
Special: Those allied with this virus may opt to take advantage of the wind to increase movement speed or evasion by going with the wind. They do not suffer any penalties, however. Conversely, anyone may move along with the wind to increase accuracy by 10% for close ranged attacks, assuming the target is in that direction.
Special: Northwind effect to all enemies once per virus action while maintaining wind effect. A: DELETED
MagTectMagTect (MagTect)

MagTect move and dodge at slightly above average speed. In spite of the fact that they have wings, and hover above the ground, they are still subject to the effects of the terrain below. Regardless, they are very dangerous thanks to their ability to exert control over enemy movements with pincer attacks and magnetic pull effects. They know how to use these effects, too. MagTects avoid liquid terrain types if at all possible, as they do not function well at all if forcibly submerged.

Area: SciLab, Electown, Netfrica, NAXA

HP: 90
Primary Attack Damage/Effect: 20 Elec + Stun 1 + Magnetic Pull
Primary Attack Accuracy: B
Primary Attack Description: Pulls opponents towards them and hits with a magnet. Stuns.
Secondary Attack Damage/Effect: 10 Elec + Seeking + Pincer Attack x 2 Missiles
Secondary Attack Accuracy: C
Secondary Attack Description: Shoots two MagnetMissiles at a target: one from each side. The missiles move as if to pass the target, then suddenly turn towards each other in a pincer attack with the target between them.
Element: Elec
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): MagBolt1, MagnetMissile1 (Rare), Zenny
Special: Pincer Attack: Attacks a single chosen target from two opposing directions at the same time. A: PING!
MagTectMagTect (MagTect)

MagTect move and dodge at slightly above average speed. In spite of the fact that they have wings, and hover above the ground, they are still subject to the effects of the terrain below. Regardless, they are very dangerous thanks to their ability to exert control over enemy movements with pincer attacks and magnetic pull effects. They know how to use these effects, too. MagTects avoid liquid terrain types if at all possible, as they do not function well at all if forcibly submerged.

Area: SciLab, Electown, Netfrica, NAXA

HP: 90
Primary Attack Damage/Effect: 20 Elec + Stun 1 + Magnetic Pull
Primary Attack Accuracy: B
Primary Attack Description: Pulls opponents towards them and hits with a magnet. Stuns.
Secondary Attack Damage/Effect: 10 Elec + Seeking + Pincer Attack x 2 Missiles
Secondary Attack Accuracy: C
Secondary Attack Description: Shoots two MagnetMissiles at a target: one from each side. The missiles move as if to pass the target, then suddenly turn towards each other in a pincer attack with the target between them.
Element: Elec
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): MagBolt1, MagnetMissile1 (Rare), Zenny
Special: Pincer Attack: Attacks a single chosen target from two opposing directions at the same time. B: PING!

NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). A: 90Hp [Normal]
NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). B: PING!
NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). C: DELETED

-=Navis=-
Astraea.CMD: 120Hp [Normal][Sword: 3 Uses]

-=Terrain=-
35% Normal

• No effects.

[Circular Platform]
10% Missing

• Permanent bottomless hole.
• Doubles dodge penalties for bad RP.
• EJO if you fall in.

[Not the Platform]
30% Metal

• Cannot be Broken or Cracked except with Geddon/PanelShot, cannot be Burrowed into.
• Elec attacks: +100% Source Damage.
• 100 Damage Aqua attacks: Change terrain hit to Cracked.
• 100 Damage Fire attacks: Change terrain hit to Furnace.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Break.

[Machinery to either side of the platform]
20% Solar

• Elec Elementals get +5 HP/action.
• Wood attacks: +100% Source Damage, change terrain hit to Cracked.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Stun1.

[Scattered sections of the side areas]
5% Furnace

• Fire attacks: Splash to all adjacent panels for 20% Source Damage. Does not chain across multiple Furnace panels.
• Heat Mirage: Non-Fire Elementals get -10% Accuracy, +10% Evasion against Non-Fire Elementals.
• Aqua attacks: Vaporize into steam, increase accuracy penalty to -20% for Non-Fire Elemental and -10% for Fire Elemental for turn after hit.
• Changes to Metal Terrain when hit with an Aqua attack of 100 damage or greater.
• Echolocation nullifies the effects of the steam cloud and heat mirage for the user, and Seeking just ignores it.
• PanelShot: Imbue Fire.

[Small patch in centre of platform, under Abductor Unit]

Terrain Quick-Slip: Things mare moving quickly; terrain changes to the exterior area will not last, as the battlefield moves past them. The fast moving platform itself will be resilient to terrain changes.

-=Objects=-
Transport Lift: 200Hp [Made of metal, but presents as non-conductive normal terrain on the surface][SteelBody]

Abductor: 13Hp [Furnace][Centre of platform]

-=Battle Mode=-
Pursuit:
- Win Condition: Reach the end of the pursuit [Minimum of 3 turns]
- Additional Failure Condition: Becoming unable to continue pursuit without successfully concluding it.
- Versus 3-5 Area/Net tier appropriate viruses on battle start
- Viruses get one turn to act and be acted upon, before the pursuit moves past them. 3-4 additional viruses from the area list will join the battle at the end of each turn, as the 'next' upcoming viruses.
- All players will be given an automatic voluntary escape after the win condition is fulfilled, and may use this to signify the conclusion of the pursuit in their favour.
- Players may continue for additional turns after the victory condition is met, but the failure condition will still apply if it is reached.
- At battle conclusion, players receive full rewards for their performance in battle.
- Terrain, field objects, and other features of the battle are left to mod's discretion

- Defeat the Ninetails to clear the pursuit!

-=Turn 4!=-

"One left! Finish it quick, Astraea!" Alex called. There didn't appear to be a need for him to slot in another chip, the one she had should do the job.

"Just in case." He said as he did so anyways. Better for her to have the chips and not need them then to not have them at all.

The alien had felt the strike of the tails earlier and now she eyed the nine remaining. She didn't want to get hit by that again. But now the last virus had nothing else it needed to focus on.

Except it did. A look back showed that despite everything the Abductor Unit was still standing. The saucer was looking battered and there were scrapes across the mini-control room where her double resided and the main body of the machine and one of the tripod legs was almost sheared through but it was still standing. Astraea nodded to her double who gave her a double thumbs up. Astraea smiled and stepped to the side.

She slipped away from her previous location, double-timing it between two of the Metools to vacate her previous position. She had lingered too long looking, hopefully the abrupt movement would throw the fox's aim off. Over the place she had been standing flew the hook from her abductor unit, attempting to distract or drag the metal virus into range of its summoner's blade.

A swing of her arm brought the sword up in a diagonal slice in the fox's direction. She let her arm's momentum carry her forward and to the side before she dug in her heel and pivoted, spinning back aground in a horizontal slash at the virus's side. She was out of the extra power her shield had granted her earlier. Now it was just a matter of slicing enough times to put down the virus.

She could feel the other chip data Alex had sent her but she let it lie unusued as she pivoted away from the fox only to step back in and drive another thrust at the virus's side. With all the Metools around she didn't want to risk an AOE, nor the chance that one might raise its helmet too early.

The Sword worked well as an instrument of precision for those purposes.

With jsut one virus left, the Ninetails seemed cagey but still aggressive as it circled the edge of the platform in small skips and hops, looking for an opening. the glow of light was slowly growing brighter and its head turned forward for a moment before snapping back to spot the next attack coming in from Astraea's abductor unit. It dodges aside, making a small, metallic-sounding noise somewhere between a bark and a growl, threatening. The distraction was enough, however, for Astraea to move in and strike it with the laser edge of her weapon. The fox recoiled and spun its tails about, flailing in the navi's general direction, but Astraea had learned quickly enough and backed off after her first cut; the storm of flashing tail-blades hit only air and well-protected metool helmets. When it slowed from the attack, she was ready to come in again and make a second strike, this time enough to finish the virus off.

With the immediate conflict ended, Astraea had a moment to gather herself while the platform wound along its rails in the gradually fading dark. Soon enough, she could make out what looked like another docking bay, bathed in green light as the platform drew closer. The rail seemed to end there, just short of a large set of reinforced blast doors with a yellow paint scheme and green crosses marked symmetrically across it. The wind died down as the platform slowed the last few grades and began to move in towards the dock at a controlled pace.

-=Viruses=-
OldstoveOldstove (Oldstove)

Oldstove viruses move and dodge at a very slow pace.

Area: ACDC, Kotobuki Town, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 50
Attack Damage/Effect: 15 Fire + Line Attack(3) + Panel Crack
Attack Accuracy: B
Attack Description: Flamethrower to one enemy.
Element: Fire
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): FireBurner1, Zenny
Special: Slow Movement. Cracks Terrain. A: PING!
OldstoveOldstove (Oldstove)

Oldstove viruses move and dodge at a very slow pace.

Area: ACDC, Kotobuki Town, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 50
Attack Damage/Effect: 15 Fire + Line Attack(3) + Panel Crack
Attack Accuracy: B
Attack Description: Flamethrower to one enemy.
Element: Fire
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): FireBurner1, Zenny
Special: Slow Movement. Cracks Terrain. B: DELETED
WindBoxWindBox (Wind & Fan)

All viruses in this family are immobile during combat, with the exception of being able to turn to face any direction it wishes. Later versions of this virus may switch between Wind and Fan effects, which requires one action, during which time all wind or fan effects cease. Bonuses and penalties do not stack if multiples of the same virus family exist on the field. Wind and Fan do not push or pull Objects, only creatures.

Area: SciLab, Yoka, Beach, Sharo, Netfrica, Hades Isle

HP: 100
Attack Damage/Effect: Wind Effect, Northwind
Attack Accuracy: S
Attack Description: Causes a large scale gale of wind to blow across the entire field in the direction the virus is facing. This gale will constantly move all targets this virus considers to be enemies in the direction the wind is blowing, which makes it difficult to land many kinds of attacks on it and allied viruses, such as thrown attacks and close ranged attacks. All those affected by the wind will also have their barriers and auras blown off by a constant Northwind effect.
Element: None
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Wind, Zenny
Special: Causes short ranged attacks, such as (but not limited to) swords, melee attacks, and flame thrower style weapons, to suffer from a 30% accuracy penalty against targets they are being pushed away from. Both sides of the engagement suffer a 30% accuracy penalty with direct attacks perpendicular to the direction of the wind, and all thrown attacks.
Special: Those allied with this virus may opt to take advantage of the wind to increase movement speed or evasion by going with the wind. They do not suffer any penalties, however. Conversely, anyone may move along with the wind to increase accuracy by 10% for close ranged attacks, assuming the target is in that direction.
Special: Northwind effect to all enemies once per virus action while maintaining wind effect. A: DELETED
MagTectMagTect (MagTect)

MagTect move and dodge at slightly above average speed. In spite of the fact that they have wings, and hover above the ground, they are still subject to the effects of the terrain below. Regardless, they are very dangerous thanks to their ability to exert control over enemy movements with pincer attacks and magnetic pull effects. They know how to use these effects, too. MagTects avoid liquid terrain types if at all possible, as they do not function well at all if forcibly submerged.

Area: SciLab, Electown, Netfrica, NAXA

HP: 90
Primary Attack Damage/Effect: 20 Elec + Stun 1 + Magnetic Pull
Primary Attack Accuracy: B
Primary Attack Description: Pulls opponents towards them and hits with a magnet. Stuns.
Secondary Attack Damage/Effect: 10 Elec + Seeking + Pincer Attack x 2 Missiles
Secondary Attack Accuracy: C
Secondary Attack Description: Shoots two MagnetMissiles at a target: one from each side. The missiles move as if to pass the target, then suddenly turn towards each other in a pincer attack with the target between them.
Element: Elec
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): MagBolt1, MagnetMissile1 (Rare), Zenny
Special: Pincer Attack: Attacks a single chosen target from two opposing directions at the same time. A: PING!
MagTectMagTect (MagTect)

MagTect move and dodge at slightly above average speed. In spite of the fact that they have wings, and hover above the ground, they are still subject to the effects of the terrain below. Regardless, they are very dangerous thanks to their ability to exert control over enemy movements with pincer attacks and magnetic pull effects. They know how to use these effects, too. MagTects avoid liquid terrain types if at all possible, as they do not function well at all if forcibly submerged.

Area: SciLab, Electown, Netfrica, NAXA

HP: 90
Primary Attack Damage/Effect: 20 Elec + Stun 1 + Magnetic Pull
Primary Attack Accuracy: B
Primary Attack Description: Pulls opponents towards them and hits with a magnet. Stuns.
Secondary Attack Damage/Effect: 10 Elec + Seeking + Pincer Attack x 2 Missiles
Secondary Attack Accuracy: C
Secondary Attack Description: Shoots two MagnetMissiles at a target: one from each side. The missiles move as if to pass the target, then suddenly turn towards each other in a pincer attack with the target between them.
Element: Elec
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): MagBolt1, MagnetMissile1 (Rare), Zenny
Special: Pincer Attack: Attacks a single chosen target from two opposing directions at the same time. B: PING!

NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). A: DELETED
NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). B: PING!
NinetailsNinetails (Ninetails)

A small fox-like virus, that would otherwise be nondescript if it didn't posses nine metal, razor sharp tails. Despite appearing as though the tails would hinder their movement, they are actually quite good at dodging, and are treated as having Haste for Evasion purposes only at all times. Ninetails Omega has double Haste. As one would expect, they attack via a series of vicious tail whips.

Area: Netfrica

HP: 90
Attack Damage/Effect: (3 Null + Slashing) x 9 Hits
Attack Accuracy: D
Attack Description: Whips a target with all nine of its tails.
Element: Null
Possible Rewards (Per Virus): Varitails1, Zenny
Special: Dodges by this virus are treated as having Haste (+10%). C: DELETED

-=Navis=-
Astraea.CMD: 120Hp [Normal]

-=Terrain=-
35% Normal

• No effects.

[Circular Platform]
10% Missing

• Permanent bottomless hole.
• Doubles dodge penalties for bad RP.
• EJO if you fall in.

[Not the Platform]
30% Metal

• Cannot be Broken or Cracked except with Geddon/PanelShot, cannot be Burrowed into.
• Elec attacks: +100% Source Damage.
• 100 Damage Aqua attacks: Change terrain hit to Cracked.
• 100 Damage Fire attacks: Change terrain hit to Furnace.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Break.

[Machinery to either side of the platform]
20% Solar

• Elec Elementals get +5 HP/action.
• Wood attacks: +100% Source Damage, change terrain hit to Cracked.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Stun1.

[Scattered sections of the side areas]
5% Furnace

• Fire attacks: Splash to all adjacent panels for 20% Source Damage. Does not chain across multiple Furnace panels.
• Heat Mirage: Non-Fire Elementals get -10% Accuracy, +10% Evasion against Non-Fire Elementals.
• Aqua attacks: Vaporize into steam, increase accuracy penalty to -20% for Non-Fire Elemental and -10% for Fire Elemental for turn after hit.
• Changes to Metal Terrain when hit with an Aqua attack of 100 damage or greater.
• Echolocation nullifies the effects of the steam cloud and heat mirage for the user, and Seeking just ignores it.
• PanelShot: Imbue Fire.

[Small patch in centre of platform, under Abductor Unit]

Terrain Quick-Slip: Things mare moving quickly; terrain changes to the exterior area will not last, as the battlefield moves past them. The fast moving platform itself will be resilient to terrain changes.

-=Objects=-
Transport Lift: 200Hp [Made of metal, but presents as non-conductive normal terrain on the surface][SteelBody]

Abductor: 13Hp [Furnace][Centre of platform]

-=Battle 4, Victory!=-
Spoils: 1800z, 32 BugFrags

Success came surprisingly fast and painless once Astraea got into it with the remaining virus. She stepped back with a long exhale of relief, blade of her sword disappearing as the card's effects ended with the end of the battle. She slipped her wrench back to it's spot.

"Nicely done! You're back to full health and your metool buddies haven't been scratched." Alex crowed. The alien nodded and turned to face her summoned machinery.

"Recognition belongs to this." She said simply. The mini-her in the saucer blushed and put both hands on the floating splotches of pink within the wire-frame of its face. Astraea smiled a little in response then tapped out a quick command to send the construct home. The figure in the saucer blinked as light began to shine beneath the saucer's legs then waved a goodbye just before the entire thing disappeared in a flash of light back to her workshop. "Rest, I will call on you again."

"So, stilll bothered by the appearance?" Alex asked as she went about gathering up the spoils of the fight. She shook her head, smile still in place.

The platform began to slow and she looked up and stared at the doors before her. A glance showed the Metools were still huddled beneath their hats. Did this mean more trouble awaited or were they playing it safe?

"Be ready Operator. I do not think our trouble has passed yet."

[Ready for Battle 5/Continue]

[Abductor Unit has been sent away!]

As the platform came to a halt, it shuddered with another heavy jolt; it was easy for Astraea to identify the familiar sensation of something beneath the platform being released and re-locked by another system. A hiss of steam followed and a green and yellow light flashed from above the huge blast doors while a short mechanical tone sounded. all around her, the little metools picked themselves up and began to filter of the platform, chatting to each other again in a murmur that picked up right where it had left off before the danger began.

The are a before the doors had all the signs of a massive loading bay, but the mets all filtered towards a much smaller panel near the bottom left of one door, just barely high and wide enough for them to walk through in single file. The door had an arch-eye metool painted on it, and a green scanning light crossed over each virus as it approached the door. It chimed each time and the line moved forward. It wouldn't take them very long to all get through, as the process continued in an efficient and relaxed way.

One of the mets that had been near to Astrea earlier – it might have been the same one that had gestured to her before, but it was exceptionally difficult to tell at this point – turned back to look at her, then waved its pick-axe in the air to get her attention. Rather than the little hatch, it gestured more towards the centre of the massive blast doors for her. Intimidating as it seemed, Astraea had little other option but to approach, if she wished to go forward.

Moving towards the centre, once she did, didn't give the alien engineer much opportunity to announce herself or make any kind of request or case. Rather, the lights spun again, and another small siren sounded from somewhere inside the blast doors. A green scanning light began to trace across her form, emitted from somewhere near the top centre of the gates, and it took many long, tense seconds to do a meticulous ray trace of the navigator.

Eventually it withdrew and a deeper, more resonant chime sounded. The sounds of machinery moving began from deep underfoot, lurching into the increasingly heavy churn and ratchet of gears and hydraulic hissing. The great doors shuddered, then their seal disengaged. Gradually, they began to slide open.

On the other side, Astraea had a brief glimpse of a broad, open area, split across many different level,s and covered with a variety of different sized dome-like structures, most of which unmistakably looked like very large metool helmets, large enough to be houses and other buildings. the space itself was still lined with machinery and metal piping – it was a sanctuary nestled away amidst a deep nest of mechanical and technological systems, and seemingly with none the wiser for its existence.

As marvellous as this was, the gates pulled open slowly, and Astraea's main focus was drawn to the shapes on the far side, not too far in front of her now. Multiple storey's tall and made of heavy-duty industrial iron and steam-punk fixtures, Astraea would immediately recognise the shapes of two giant machines, both very similar in design and style to the Metangler she had met previously and was now seeking a home for. They weren't quite the same; these ones looked to be in good condition, with well kept paint jobs and well maintained systems. They still bore their digging arms, but looked to have a number of other changes, modifications or additions besides. they were also both leaning forward, arms down on the ground, peering at Astraea with the intensity that only giants of this size could manage.

A few seconds stretched and the doors finished opening with a last heavy metal clank and a hiss of steam. Given the stance of the two massive behemoths, stepping over the threshold right away didn't seem like the wisest course of action, but they didn't seem immediately violent either.

“Brother,” a booming voice echoed and reverberated through the metal body of one of the metangler guards. “This Is A Network Navigator.” The met-helmeted head of one of them twisted slightly, its reticulated neck joints ratcheting around as many sets of eyes shuttered and opened again in the direction of the other one.

“Yes. What Is The Correct Action?” The other one had a similar, almost deafening voice.
“She Is Marked As Sympathetic.”
“Yes. Should We Invite Her Inside?” The second guard's head turned as well now, looking back towards the first while their engines rumbled and steam belched from the stacks on the backs of their huge forms.
“We Do Not Know Her Purpose.”
“Yes. She Might Have Business Here.”
“We Should Ask Why She Has Come.”
“Yes. Should We Obtain This Information Before We Invite Her?”
“If Her Business is Pressing, The Tour May Be Inconvenient.”
“Yes. We Should Ask First.”

As one, the two massive, many-eyed head cranked back again to face Astraea. Unsurprisingly, when they next spoke, it was in thunderous unison, with a rather predictable question.

“Network Navigator! Why Have You Come To This Sanctuary?” It would really be nice if they could tone down their volume a bit, but she might remember that the first Metangler she had met had displayed a similar issue at its full size. Behind the two guards, Astraea could get a glimpse of a great many other regular-sized metools moving about between the buildings and seeming to go about their business, unconcerned by the giant met-themed machines interrogating her at the door.

natural for this to be goodbye but-no, the mattock's tip was being pointed rather purposefully at the large doors. Astraea let her hand drop.

"Looks like you've got your in! Might want to get to it, We don't know what else is out here." Alex urged. Astraea straightened her spine and nodded. She strode determinedly to the big doors and stood through the green light.

What awaited her on the otherside of the doors was a wonder. Buildings clearly designed with the mets as their inspiration, a sprawling cityscape full of activity and machinery.

But that wasn't the only wonder. Two familiar forms (albeit much cleaner) were revealed between her and the city at large. She gaped at them, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes wide as they flicked from one to the other as they conversed.

"Hah! You've got your foot in the door now seal the deal!" Alex's voiced was loud in her ears and she closed her mouth and nodded just the tiniest bit.

The giants were loooking at her and she felt a great pressure settle upon her tiny frame but she ignored it. She had a job to do.

"I am here to find a place for one like you, a being designated Metangler." She answered, pleased that her voice trembled not at all. Her words kept their clipped, matter of fact style and she took comfort in that. "I encountered them in a facility in another network that had fallen into grieveous disrepair. I offered to seek a space where they might stay, for now they have compacted themselves to fit within my PET while I searched the net."

She cleared her throat, aware that she was skipping some rather sizeable bits of the story but she felt that information was unneeded. She did not need to fill in every little detail after all. "I need nothing myself, I merely wish to bring them to a safe haven where they can prosper."

Alex was silent in her ear,s he could hear the faint lack of buzz that meant the mic had been muted. Still she knew he was watching and she hoped to do him proud.

The two waiting giants watched and listened with looming intensity to Astraea's response. Their many-lensed eyes scoped and reticulated at different intervals, and it was hard to take any kind of read for what they might be thinking. The rumble of their internal engines prevented anything like actual silence to follow in the gaps between her words, and the constant plumes of curling steam coupled with the obvious village life carrying on far behind them, stopped there from being any true sense of stillness, but there was, all the same, a waiting, contemplative pause.

“Brother, She Speaks Of The Lost Sites.” One rumbled of sound broke the tension as the left giant's head craned around on its articulated joints again. The other turned its head again in response as well.

“Yes. Many Are Unaccounted For.”
“Many Are Abandoned Or Destroyed.”
“Yes. Our New Brother Will Need Help.”
“We Must Inform The Core.”
“Yes. More Space Will Be Required.”
“Our New Brother May Not Understand Yet.”
“Yes. We Remember Losing Our Directives.”
“This Is... Joyous.”
“Yes. It Is Also... Difficult.”
“We Must Meet Our New Brother.”
“Yes. We Must Ensure He Is Safe.”
“For Our Sanctuary?”
“Yes. Also For Himself.”

After a pause the two large helmeted heads cranked and ratcheted back to face Astraea again. The spoke in unison, booming at her from both sides.

“You Must Bring Our New Brother Here!” As the echoing sound rumbled away again, however, Astraea was able to notice a different sound coming from somewhere else. It started like the sound of wind, but gradually grew into a moaning gale, coming from somewhere out in the dark, beyond the loading bay doors. There was no telling how far underground the fast-paced platform had taken Astraea to get here, but a sudden wind seemed out of place. Beyond the open space in front of the doors, and the bay where the platform was docked, the complex nest of forgotten machinery faded into darkness, but distance light points gave the impression of red soil and deep rock.

The sound of the wind carried something else; it was hard to pick out at first, but as it drew closer it definitely began to sound like an angry war cry. The two gate guards slowly rotated their heads towards the distant dark, now hearing the sound as well.

“Brother, Something Comes.”
“Yes. We Must Prepare To Defend.” Their hulking forms began to shift slightly, picking themselves sup from the stopped position they had been interviewing Astraea from, and they each moved slightly forward, onto the threshold of the blast doors. An insightful navigator might see that Astraea herself, and possibly the compact-form Metangler, might be the fly in the ointment at this exact moment; the guards were not bringing her inside yet, but they also didn't seem intent upon simply closing the blast doors and leaving her outside.

A red flicker in the dark drew closer, and the howling wind became a hot gale of blasted desert air; Astrea could feel the leading specks of scouring desert sands being whipped across the loading bay. The shout grew intelligible moments later as waves of heat washed out from the shadows and coils of darkness began to reach forward with them.

“Now I've got you! Userpers! Thieves! Defilers!! I'll destroy you all!!” The voice was manic and wild, with a feminine accent to it, though it was rough regardless. A dark shape burst forward, flying out of the dark in a maelstrom of burning sand. The form was shadowy and indistinct at first, but a female form was clear, vaguely humanoid, but tall and thin. As sand began to cover the loading platform, the whipping winds carried her towards Astraea, the guards, and the open blast doors. In the glimpse of time remaining, Astraea could see dark brown skin, clad in gold-trimmed veils. Her feet faded away into indistinct shadow below the knees and her hands grew into long, almost incorporeal shadow claws instead. A blaze of red hair trailed behind her, making the brightest point of light within her form, as it burned like an unnatural fire.

“I'll burn you all from my desert!!” This last scream was about all there was time for as she reached the platform, one clawed hand already upraised; she showed no sign of slowing or stopping, and seemed to be intent on attacking at full speed.

-=The Vengeful Wind=-
SiroccoShade.rcvr: 500Hp [Sand] [Central-Eastern edge of the battlefield]

-=Caught in the Crossfire=-
Astraea.CMD: 120Hp [Normal] [Centre of the battlefield]

-=Holding the Gate=-
Metang-Sual: ???Hp [Metal][Left side of blast doors]
Metang-Takid: ???Hp [Metal][Right side of blast doors]

-=Sanctuary Exposed=-
60% Normal

• No effects.

[Most of the loading bay area]
20% Metal

• Cannot be Broken or Cracked except with Geddon/PanelShot, cannot be Burrowed into.
• Elec attacks: +100% Source Damage.
• 100 Damage Aqua attacks: Change terrain hit to Cracked.
• 100 Damage Fire attacks: Change terrain hit to Furnace.
• PanelShot: Imbue Elec + Break.

[Blast doors and beyond]
20% Sand

• -20% Evasion and reduced movement speed to all.
• Can Burrow as standard action, incurable Blind1 until turn after exiting Burrow.
• Wind attacks: +100% Source Damage + Blind1, change terrain hit to Normal, trigger Sandstorm for 3 turns: Lose 5 HP/action, Blind1, Fire attacks gain Slashing.
• Fire attacks: Change terrain hit to Glass.
• Terrain changes between Sand and QuickSand do not inflict damage upon burrowed entities, nor do they eject burrowed entities to the surface.
• PanelShot: Blind1.

[Eastern edge of the loading bay]

The bay is a large, mostly ovular area, broader than it is deep. The eastern side is beginning to be encroached on by sand, and drops away into darkness and missing terrain. The northern side holds the large blast doors, while the southern side holds the platform that Astraea arrived on. The western side ends against a wall of old machinery and metal.

-= Battle 5, Start!=-

They called him Brother.

Astraea felt light headed. She let her pose relax as the two spoke back and forth about the topic, her mind grabbed onto the hopeful ones and the fact that they were willing to take on the task of assisting Metangler in- something? Adjusting maybe?

She was happy for him. Clearly by their demands they cared for him, wanted to protect him. He was wanted here and she felt a spreading pool of relief course through her. She had wanted to help him yes, but she hadn't been sure of her ability to assist him in finding a goal outside of his old directives. She wasn't programmed for social work.

"Of course." She said in response to the demand to bring him here. The noise washed over her but it was comforting rather than frightening. She began preparing to call the travel-sized Metangler to her side as the echoes of the noise reached them. She shut her eyes against the rushing wind and called, an appropriatly sized target appearing on the ground in front of it. It was identical to the ones she used for summoning her machines to the field and this was no different: a flash of light from the ceiling and then Metangler would be there.

But something else was arriving as well.

Astraea finally registered that the noise in her ears wasn't the reverberations from the massive machines and turned her whole body to look, her hand dropping to the haft of her wrench as the gate guards stated their intent to defend. Her eyes hardened and she shifted to look at Metangler. "Get inside, with your brethern."

"What? I mean he's small but he put up a pretty good fight before and you didn't even get a chance to see what he could do." Astraea nodded once to acknowledge Alex's words before she answered.

"Our mission was to find and deliver Metangler to somewhere safe." She stiffly stated. Would he accept her reasoning? "If, as a result of conflict Metangler is hurt or deleted then our mission is a failure. I can be recalled to the PET, they cannot."

"Hey, you don't have to convince me to fight! That's sound reasoning though, let's get ready to rumble!" Astraea nodded and adjusted her position to put her firmly between the gates and the edge of darkness where the sound of wind was coming from. It was louder now and she could almost make out a voice.

The heat came, with it the shadows and then finally their source. Astraea wanted to try to talk it out but she remembered the previous fight with the viruses, the ones that hadn't been keen on diplomacy. Her eyes narrowed and she moved into a fighting stance.

"Well she looks crazier then a bag of cats fished out of a river.Doesn't she realize she brought the desert with her?" Alex remarked as the sand devil appeared on the scene. "Whatever, she wants a fight she's got one! Battle routine set!"

Despite the encouragement she wasn't inclined to rush in to a brawl with the unknown foe. She still remembered the vampire, the desperate fight in the dark. She hardered her resolve and shook her wrist, her shield snapping out in front of her. "Ready to recieve chips."

"As much as I want to rush in, let's start it off from a distance! Here's this, you already have a shield, that's not really helpful here, what if she dodges that? Huh. Let's call your Turret too." Alex finished pondering and sent the chips.

The running narration was a bit unnerving but it was also a little nice to hear him planning things ahead. The first chip data settled in her systems and she scurried across the still normal floor out of direct line with the gate guarnds and Metangler. Once she was a suitable distance away she pulled her raygun, the usual white overwritten with the familiar green coloration of the chip she was channeling through it. She lifted her gun then fired at the opponent, vaguely hoping to knock her right off the edge of the platform.

Chip spent she reholstered her buster and hurridly shifted a little from where she had just been standing in case of retaliation. Her other hand dropped to her belt and soon the targetting display appeared on the ground in front of her again.

Once more Cinder Turret Alpha took the field in defense of its' maker. It felt the firm tap of her wrench on its' shell, felt its' armor thicken and its' screws tighten. It knew what it had been called for.

Beep beep!

A pair of buring shells were spat toward the shady character.

The alien mechanic changed her positioning again, shifting around the turret's frame to give it a clear shot.

Summoned in on the cusp of an unexpected battle, the now-compact Metangler appeared not far from Astraea with its shovel arms still folded away neatly on the back of its much smaller drum-like body. It looked up at the two still massive guards before it but, before there was any time for greetings or pleasantries, danger was upon them. It turned to look back to Astraea for direction, then towards the howling Valkyrie that was assaulting the platform, then finally down at its own much reduced form.

“Security And Defence Of Valued Entities Is Priority!” In a brief moment, it unfolded its digging arms, looking back towards the attacker as wind continued to blast across the platform. the smaller rumbling of its engines sounded less even than the two larger metanglers, and the smoke that emanated from its miniature chimneys spluttered and blackened every few seconds. It looked down at itself again. “Security Grade Scaling Cannot Be Resumed Without Replacement Data. Damage To Core And Auxiliary Systems Remains. Current State Is In Liability To Present Danger. Directive Accepted. Seeking Shelter.” It delivered its response in the same absolute tone, albeit a higher pitched and quieter one than the gate guards, but there was something, if only slightly, to suggest that it might have sounded unhappy about its assessment. It moved towards the gate with heavy mechanical steps; it was not a fast program, unfortunately, but the movement was steady.

“Curse you all! Curse you all for despoiling my desert!!” A howling shriek interrupted the moment as the red-haired figure screamed at them and came on. The blistering winds accompanied her, but even as she raced towards the blast doors, her physical body grew steadily darker and more wrapped in shadows; dark brown skin tones faded to pure black and a heat haze mixed with indistinct shadows until only her flaming hair and burning red eyes were clear.

Astraea was on the move as well, and turned to fire off a crack shot at the enraged woman. The cannon shot was accurate, sure enough, and blasted through her chest as she flew towards the door, but it didn't seem to have any true impact on her; something about the way the darkness was enshrouding her made her form too incorporeal for the time being.

She flew past the trundling little metangler, seemingly disregarding him for now, and instead flew at the two guards in a violent fury. Her form became a dervish if long, clawed strikes that grew with the shadows and raked at the first machine again and again while the winds around her cut and scoured. Small nicks and gouges began to appear on its metal body, but for the time being they looked mostly superficial, though the metal where she struck glowed red hot. She hovered between the two, though still low enough for Astraea to reach in close quarters if she wanted to, weaving back and forth in the air as the two massive guards began to counter her assault. Each began to swing their diggers at the much smaller target, one after the other taking inter-changing strikes in compliment to each other. She seemed to make some effort of dodging around the strikes in between her own flurry of raking claws and scouring winds, but the strikes that passed through her shadowed body didn't seem to phase her. She turned her next storm of strikes against the other metangler, scoring and scratching. It didn't seem like too much damage against such impressive beings, but their own inability, so far, to repel her cast the conflict in a more dangerous light.

In the midst of this melee, Astraea called in a construct of her own making. CTA found itself on the field surrounded by many other machines, but only it was actually of the maker's own hand. Her touch galvanised the turret's resolve and it immediately joined the fray, firing a pair of cinder shots at the obviously hostile one. Though the shots passed through, as previous strikes had also done, it did seem to get the assailant's attention and she turned, fixing her burning gaze on Astraea and her turret now.

“You as well! Defiler! Despoiler!! Violator!! You'll all return to the winds and the sands!!” Her screech reached a crescendo and her hands lifted up above her form. The winds rose further, whipping about the platform in a scorching maelstrom as more sand began to spread and build up. Soon Astraea could feel that she was up to her ankles in coarse desert sand, though she was able to shelter more or less from the biting way it scratched at everything. Beside her, CTA was damaged by the blast of heat and flying particulates, but it bore up with staunch determination. Towards the doors, her Metangler friend seemed unharmed, by chance, though he was struggling now to step through the shifting terrain.

The two mentangler guards were not able to avoided the scouring sands in any real way, but they bore the brunt of it without any obvious complain. Instead, they each took the opportunity of the desert-woman's distraction to raise their diggers up and slam them down on her together. This time, though their arms still passed through, the blow seemed to flinch her somewhat, her shadowy form wavering as she half turned back. For a moment, the shadows enshrouding her feel away and her physical body was more visible again; the moment's dazed stun wouldn't last long, most likely.

-=The Vengeful Wind=-
SiroccoShade.rcvr: 500Hp [Sand][Near the centre of the blast doors][Self-Slow][Stunned!(1)][Shadow (ending now)]

-=Caught in the Crossfire=-
Astraea.CMD: 120Hp [Sand][Western side of the battlefield] [1-Hit Shield]

-=Holding the Gate=-
Metang-Sual: ??? (-65) Hp [Sand][Left side of blast doors]
Metang-Takid: ??? (-65) Hp [Sand][Right side of blast doors]

-=Mechanical Considerations=-
Metangler.sec.ogg: 40Hp [Sand][Approaching blast doors, 1 movement away]

CTA: 36Hp [Sand][Reinforced]

-=Sanctuary Exposed=-
100% Sand

• -20% Evasion and reduced movement speed to all.
• Can Burrow as standard action, incurable Blind1 until turn after exiting Burrow.
• Wind attacks: +100% Source Damage + Blind1, change terrain hit to Normal, trigger Sandstorm for 3 turns: Lose 5 HP/action, Blind1, Fire attacks gain Slashing.
• Fire attacks: Change terrain hit to Glass.
• Terrain changes between Sand and QuickSand do not inflict damage upon burrowed entities, nor do they eject burrowed entities to the surface.
• PanelShot: Blind1.

[It gets everywhere]

The bay is a large, mostly ovular area, broader than it is deep. The eastern side is beginning to be encroached on by sand, and drops away into darkness and missing terrain. The northern side holds the large blast doors, while the southern side holds the platform that Astraea arrived on. The western side ends against a wall of old machinery and metal. It's all covered in sand now.

"Oh this is going to suck." Alex groaned as he and Astraea watched her shots fly through the crazed desert lady without harming her. "That's the shadow defense, I should've known from the shadows dammit... Ryeboy's ninja navi uses it so I know it's going to be a pain."

"How do we circumvent it?" Astraea's eyes were on the guards and Metangler and she felt a pang of regret for summoning the smaller one so soon, she could see it struggling through the new terrain. At least she had gotten the shrieking fiend's attention.

"With slashing, it'll dispell it. It looks like it's letting up for now anyways and she's stunned, lets hit her hard while we've got the chance!" Chip data rushed into the pet and she called it as quickly as it came.

Fire coursed through her. It coursed through her body and her code until it condensed in her outstretched hand where it dripped to the ground and into a new form; a large, glowing, oval-shaped ember. The ember slit and from its hollow insides rushed a snake with coal-black scales lined with flames. It hissed once then rushed across the field to SiroccoShade while leaving a trail of glass in its wake. Belatedly she realized that while her current position meant the snake would miss Metangler completely but the mechanic made a note to watch for that in the future.

"Oh shi-I didn't realize fire would do that to sand. Hey, if the sand is too bad your CTs can shoot the ground." Alex suggested. "But for now, mmm. I get why you called Metangler immediately but that might screw us and it if that crazy chick digs her claws into it. You'll need to pull her attention or provide it some help."[/color]

The alien considered his words and then Metangler's position on the field and nodded firmly. The truth hurt but she resolved herself to push forward. "I'll do both."

"Really? How are you going to provide-wait not like that!" His yelled as Astraea pried her shield off her arm with an ominious crack. Alex groaned as he put his face in his hand which meant he missed the part where she tapped the now removed shield with her wrench, a thin-layer of metal folding over the hard plastic.

Finished with her preparations she lined up with Metangler, pulled her arm back, then threw. Upon connection with the Metangler the metal spread over the shield would transfer to the machine and reinforce its structure, giving it a little more leeway in the surviving prospect.

Now for the next part. She shuffled away from her spot, a single large step to seperate herself from her turret.

"Alex, how do I get her attention?"

"PFFT, now you ask me! Well normally I deal with ladies who are looking for a good time but I guess I can help in this case." He mused. After what felt like way too long but wasn't really that long at all he nodded. "Okay! Here's what you say..."

"I'll never let you have your desert back you rabid, sand-encrusted cat!" Yelling was harder than Astraea had expected, and it took a couple tries for her voice to even be loud enough. Still the mechanic pressed on and forced herself to speak with a malice she didn't quite feel, no matter how silly it felt. She raised her hand. "I'll burn all traces of you from the net! You'll never get anything back!"

She dropped her arm. CTA beeped and fired at the ground at the gate, the incendiary shots sinking into the ground and hopefully turning it to glass.

"You changed the words and your delivery sucks but you might need this." A shield materialized in front of Astraea as she stepped back again. She slipped her arm into the handles on the back and held it in front of her.

"Thank you."

"What I'm here for~"

=============

In the moment when the furious shade wavered, dazed, Astraea seized the moment to channel a fiery assault of her own back at the damaged navi. The snake itself was hard to control, however, and try as she might, its first pass across the freshly blown sands curved wide of its target, before beginning to twist around for a second attempt.

There wasn't time to focus on the errant fire serpent, however. Astraea had to take care of protecting her ward, and Sirocco seemed to be recovering her wits rapidly. Response time and reflexes were not the little Metangler's forte, and despite Astraea's good throw, the defence clonked off his body and landed just ahead of him. The reinforcing buff passed through the little guy all the same, however, and the Metangler paused to pick up the shield and let it affix to one of his diggers after another step, before continuing to plod steadily towards the gates.

The desert navi shook herself off and wrapped the shadows about her form again, glaring around the loading bay with a seething hatred. The two massive guards had hunkered lower, and seemed to be focused on some internal process; the roar of their engines had grown louder, but the steam from each of their smoke stacks and tapered away temporarily.

Astraea's taunting, unusual as it was for such things to come from the engineer, did seem to draw the other woman's focus for a brief moment, and while CTA focused on helping path a smoother path for their trundling ally, the fire-haired navigator reached out both hand,s curling them into enraged claws as she focused on Astraea. The action became a barely-contained hunch and her hands rose to clutch her hair for an extra tense moment before she arched back, her body exploding in fire and tearing winds as an ear-splitting scream of rage and pain drowned out even the churning engine noises for a moment.

The blast wave rippled across the entire loading bay, fire and wind tearing the sand into a blinding maelstrom of super-heated razor glass shards. Astraea was able to shelter from the worst of it, and by chance, her faithful cinder turret seemed largely unaffected, but the smallest metangler's shield was torn away again in the storm, and the two larger ones suffered the full brunt of the raging assault. It was hard to hear anything over the howl of wind; hard to see anything through the lacerating storm of sand and super-heated glass fragments, and it didn't seem to be stopping either.

“You! I'll tear you to shreds! I'll burn you to ash!!” The shriek echoed through the sandstorm. Astraea had just enough warning to raise her new shield, before the red and black shape in the sandstorm reached out towards her, slashing arms that seemed too long now, and raking vicious claws in her direction. The shape hadn't moved, but with each flurry of strikes the rending wind lashed and assaulted Astraea from different sides. She ducked away from one as another shattered her shield; it fed its strength to her, but the reflect laser light disappeared into the storm without seeming to connect. She managed to duck away from a third, and a fourth tearing strike, but one of them ultimately connected, racking razor-thin shards of burning glass across her body.

At the edges of her sight, Astraea was just able to see that her Metangler friend had made it all the way through the blast doors, and might even have been out of the sand storm; it turned back, lifting its own diggers in hesitation, then more wisely folded itself down into a defensive position and its met-helmet expanded to cover most of its body, with a gap in the top for its smoke stacks.

In front of it, the two giant metanlger guards blinked and reticulated their lenses against the sandstorm, before both leaned forward with a groan and opened wide grates across the barrel of their chests. The platform was bathed in thick, all-engulfing cones of rolling fire, and Astraea head the sound of the desert navi shrieking in rage and pain again. The wall of fire rushed out towards her, but the angles seemed to have been picked as carefully as the two behemoths could manage; Astraea herself was spared their wrath, though her turret, alongside, was just barely clipped by the fires on one. It shuddered under the heat, but stood strong. It didn't matter how big they were, CTA could not be toppled by any other inferior machine. It must have bee their poor aim that they had even struck it; they weren't crafted from the Maker's hands, after all.

The fire from their twin blasts was caught up in the storm of wind and sand, and Astraea could see that turning the vengeful program's own weapons against her had indeed rent away the shadows that shrouded her form, but she still hovered in the heart of the sandstorm, hair blazing and her dark skin nicked by many small scratches. She turned back to the gate guards with a ragged shriek and launched a fresh dervish of steel-shredding strikes at the pair. More slashing blows rained down on them, tearing away more exposed pieces of metal and gouging into their sturdy bodies; the individual tearing rends weren't very much, but Astraea's keen mechanist's eye was able to tell that the assault was beginning to add up on the two. As it was, the scouring wind storm, laden with laceratingly sharp, heated glass shards, was a danger in itself, to everyone. It wasn't dying down yet, and just trying to function in the storm was difficult enough; Astraea could barely see her target clearly enough to attack, and every moment the fight went on, the small cuts and nicks were continuing to harry her.

-=The Vengeful Wind=-
SiroccoShade.rcvr: 440Hp [Normal][Near the centre of the blast doors][Blind(Sandstorm)][WyrmEgg Homing]

-=Caught in the Crossfire=-
Astraea.CMD: 85Hp [Normal][Western side of the battlefield][Strengthen: 40][Blind(Sandstorm)]

-=Holding the Gate=-
Metang-Sual: ??? (-180) Hp [Normal][Left side of blast doors][Blind(Sandstorm)]
Metang-Takid: ??? (-150) Hp [Sand][Right side of blast doors][Blind(Sandstorm)]

-=Mechanical Considerations=-
Metangler.sec.ogg: 66Hp [Normal][Beyond blast doors, Defending]

CTA: 16Hp [Normal][Reinforced]

-=Sanctuary Exposed=-
100% Normal

• No effects.

[The Sand Is In The Air Now!]

Sandstorm: All Targets within the sandstorm suffer Blindness, and take 5Hp damage per action taken within the sandstorm. Fire attacks that pass into or through the sandstorm gain Slashing with no loss of accuracy. The sandstorm covers the majority of the platform, excluding the area beyond the blast doors. (2 Turns Remaining)

The bay is a large, mostly ovular area, broader than it is deep. The eastern side is beginning to be encroached on by sand, and drops away into darkness and missing terrain. The northern side holds the large blast doors, while the southern side holds the platform that Astraea arrived on. The western side ends against a wall of old machinery and metal. It's all covered in a horrible burning, lacerating, sandstorm now.

"Shit! With that sand everywhere this is going to be a nightmare. And that reach. Dammit we should've gotten rid of the sand right away!"

Astraea nodded then winced. She was glad to have been spared the fire, but it appeared her attempts to split the attacker's attention weren't working as well as she'd like. "What next?"

"At this point I think our best chance is to blitz her off the field before she causes more harm, and it would be nice to stabilize our allies. That may not be possible in current conditions, our best choice is to end this fast."

The mechanic's eyes alighted on the huddled form of Metangler and she remembered the pit of sand she had opened beneath him to slow him down. She didn't want to do that here, more sand was not the answer, but she could change the terrain. For a moment she considered her Terraformer, then she remembered how eagerly the grass from that construct went up in flames and the embers that had been laced into the target's own attacks. It was an option, but perhaps not the best for the current situation. "We can use SolarSeed to overwrite the sand next time she modifies the terrain. The sand itself turns to glass even in the air... I theorize the shots from Cinder Turret will pierce her defense in current conditions."

"Good thought! Now as far as attacking goes...we need her to sit still, for just a moment. So how about this, and for delivery this, then we'll follow it up with this!"

The chip data streamed in. Astraea took note of what had loaded and matched up each chip with the hopefully corresponding 'this' Alex had uttered. It was pretty straight-forward but would require very precise timing.

She was interuppted from the calculations for said timing by a beep that was felt more than it was heard. The band on her wrist for her shield flashed and she looked down to find the panel she had ripped off had been restored. With a flick of her wrist she confirmed it had been completely restored and hastily resumed her calculations.

The wind was a trial. It blew and withered and would throw all her plans to disarray but she swayed with the wind instead of against it, let her self be moved so she could better feel the effects and counteract them.

Not that it would matter much.

When she pulled her buster it was blue with a ring of white around the barrel. It almost seemed to move her arm to guide itself as she lifted it, and she paused with her fingers just brushing the trigger to gesture with her other hand.

Three blasts rang out. Two crystalizing mid-flight as they flew toward their targets. The third was scarcely more than a moment behind them but it was even surer in its aim then the other two.

And behind them all Astraea had traded gun for wrench and smashed it against the lid of a very familiar metal box. She listened as the roar of the dragon melded into the storm's own sounds as it charged toward her foe and she swayed in her spot.

Her mind was racing forward, not directionally with the dragon but with time and she kept an eye out for the return of the fire snake.

=============

Combat Log
Astraea.CMD
HP: 85
Fire/Summon
Passive: Self-Destruct
Free Action: MasterWork

-- Actions --
1) Shield NCP +1 hit shield to Astraea
2) WhiteCapsuleEffect: Add Stun
Accuracy: S
Description: Grants one damaging chip attack the ability to stun on-hit. Rare
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Trader Rank: A
3) Dodge
CTA*: 5x2 Fire Shot + Slashing (Sandstorm), Acc A @ SiroccoShade.rcvr
4) MarkCannon1Damage: 70 + Seeking + Lock-on
Accuracy: A
Description: A highly accurate cannon whose automatic aiming system locks onto heat signatures and fires.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Special: Lock-on: Same effect as an automatic Take Aim.
Trader Rank: D+ Stun + 40 Strengthen @ SiroccoShade.rcvr
5) AquaDragon1Damage: 100 + Ground Attack + Medium Area Sea Terrain Change + Terrain Changer
Accuracy: C
Description: Summons a WaterDragon that attacks enemies as it glides across the ground. Changes terrain to Sea as it passes.
Duration: Once
Element: Aqua
Special: Terrain Changer: Ceases attacking when the Terrain Change effect is completed (once 25% of the terrain is changed).
Trader Rank: D
6) Dodge

Objects
CTA 16 HP

Cooldowns
Cinder Turret: 2/2 turns

While Astraea and her operator scrambled to come up with a strategy that would help, the fury in the heart of the sandstorm continued to lash out, screaming with a mostly inarticulate sound how as her hair and eyes blazed with fire and the winds and shadowy blades raked across the field; her form was a solid point of fire in the obscuring storm, now. The sands and winds made her hard to see clearly regardless; hitting anything was going to be a problem like that. In particular, her arms swept in front of her like conducting batons, raining damage onto the two giant metanglers, focusing her attentions for now one one of them.

It took several more raking gashes, before it raised its diggers up tightly and its helmet groaned and creaked, expanding to deploy a full dome over the gigantic machine, save for vents at the top that let the smokestacks stick out. The desert shade's second storm of blades scarped across this outer helmet shell without leaving a mark and she roared in fury, turning her attention to the other.

Astraea had prepared a new augment to her blaster and readied her shield again, planning quickly despite the danger; Every moment she spent in the scouring sand storm was scratching the engineer with more razor-headed glass shards that stung her exposed skin and made it particularly hard to see. Near the gate she could see the second metangler taking an arcing sweep at the attacker, but it couldn't seem to line up that strike through the blowing sands. It received a savage flurry of shadow claws for its efforts.

The battle was difficult, and the other machines were struggling. Cinder Turret, for that was the spoken name that the Maker had now bestowed to it in this desperate hour, was not affected by paltry sand storms. Its armour was strong; no wind or sand could bother it. Its sights were true; no storm would impede it from striking down any that would think to harm the maker. Its aim was flawless; two burning shots screamed through the sand storm, turning sand to razor-sharp glass slivers that trailed along with them as they flew true to strike the desert fury squarely in the back. She turned suddenly, lost in a rabid fury as she rounded on them, but Cinder Turret felt no fear.

A moment later, Astraea's own shot crashed into the woman's chest, aimed true even through the difficulty of the blinding storm and striking hard. Her body waver backward as she floated on the storm, and she seemed to fold in on herself briefly from the powerful impact. There was a moment of hesitation before a new rage bloomed across her features.

“Despoiler! Destroyer! Usurper! Burn!! Burn and bleed in the sand!!” She lunged forward as the new scream tore from her throat, each successive raking gesture from her arms accompanied by a blast of harrowing wind and cutting darkness. Astraea was able to avoid some of it, but even amidst the wildness of the strikes, one blow managed to tear her shield from her again, and another scored painfully across her chest and midsection. The woman was panting now and cracks had begun to appear across her body, leaking trails of sand that were caught in the circling storm. Behind her, the second Metangler raised its diggers and retreated under an identical protective dome to the first, just as the first stood up again, its own giant helmet receding. Astraea could barely see through the sand, but it looked as though the time under the helmet had actually repaired a substantial amount of the damage that had been dealt to it. It thrust a digger out at the shade, but she seemed to twist away from it almost by some feral instinct now, looking back only briefly before returning to her fixation on Astraea.

The moment was enough, however, for the alien navi to catch her by surprise again, this time with an even more potent attack. The odds of her dragon finding its mark weren't great, between its own wild behaviour and the blinding sands, but when it burst free of the metal container, its rapid, vicious arcs filled much of the central area. Within the summon's coursing, a shriek of pain and a hissing sound echoed throug the storm, and by the time the water faded, the drenched and battered form of the desert shade was heaving for break. Trails of shadow and trickling sand bled from her dark skin, and she seemed almost made of dark hued sandstone now than flesh.

“I'll kill you! I'll kill you!! I'll kill you all for—” she dropped partially to the ground and clawed her way towards Astraea, looming up to her full height again only as she drew closer. As she raised her arms to strike down with her own clawed hands, however, another convulsion struck through her body, making her arch back and cry out; the trailing wyrm had found its way back through the sand storm and this time managed to strike home as well. Her body went still as the cracks laced further. A stumbling step saw one leg crumble into black sand as she dropped to one knee and a stump. She managed to lash out with one arm, but even as the blow struck Astraea, the clawed limb shattered and collapsed into sand as well.

“It's... My... Desert! You... can't...” Her other arm didn't make it all the way to Astraea, as her whole body stilled completely. The claws wore away into the swirling winds, followed by the hand and arm, and the rest of her body. The fierce red glow of her eyes remained, glaring desperately for an extra moment as her form dissolved into black sand that swiftly joined the howling gale all around them, but as the sandstorm subsided a few moments later, nothing remained.

Astraea and her turret were left in a scoured loading bay; the sand settled at the edges and began to filter away with the water left behind by the dragon. Before long, it would probably return to clear metal plating, but for now it was a bit of a mess.

-=The Vengeful Wind=-
SiroccoShade.rcvr: DEFEATED

-=Caught in the Crossfire=-
Astraea.CMD: 25Hp [Normal][Western side of the battlefield][Strengthen: 40]

-=Holding the Gate=-
Metang-Sual: ??? (-120) Hp [Normal][Left side of blast doors]
Metang-Takid: ??? (-90) Hp [Normal][Right side of blast doors]

-=Mechanical Considerations=-
Metangler.sec.ogg: 66Hp [Normal][Beyond blast doors, Defending]

CTA: 16Hp [Normal][Reinforced]

-=Sanctuary Exposed=-
Gradually returning to its original state.

Sandstorm: (Ended)

-=Battle 5, Victory!=-
Spoils: 2100z, SandZoneEffect: Large Sand Terrain Change
Accuracy: S
Description: Creates a large zone of Sand Terrain, centered on you.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Trader Rank: D

"Frag yeah! We did it!" Alex hoot's of victory reached Astraea as she swayed and attempted to get to her feet. She ached all over, and she wasn't quite sure how she had managed to defeated the rampaging desert-obsessed maniac but for once she was too tired to worry about the details. The important thing was that she, and the Metangs, were still standing.

"Yes, we did." She reached out and clumsily patted her turret before recalling it back to her workshop. Despite the design being one of her early works it had held up remarkably well. It would be worth continuing with that design line in the future.

For now she had a victory to reinforce.

She passively gathered the leftover data from the fight. She worked her way between the diminishing heaps of sand and steered well clear of the remain pools of water from her dragon's assault. There too was another useful tool, one that so far hadn't shown the disturbing signs of outgrowing its programming.

As she reached the Metanglers she realized the error in her previous thinking. Here were three examples of creations that had outgrown their previous configurations. She would explore that train of thought in the future.

"You still function." It was a blunt assement colored by relief. She gave a nod to each of the door guards. She examined the slashes they had taken and mentally winced in sympathy. "Your assistance in the fight was an invaluable contribution. I would not have been able to withstand such a powerful assault alone."

She looked past them to the familiar Metangler's much smaller form. Her smile was slow and tired but content. The one she had worried for the most was safe still. "Will this one be able to integrate with your ranks?"

While the loading bay slowly restored itself to working order, and the remaining sand and water was filtered out and cleaned by automated systems, Astraea gathered the spoils of her combat and approached he main gate again. The two massive guards settled back to a watchful position, digging arms presented while the reverberating roar of their internal engines rumbled and sent clean columns of steam from their chimney stacks. The damage to each of them didn't seem critical, and as Astraea gathered he spoils, one of them pulled its helmet down a second time, covering itself in a dome that appeared to restore the rest of its integrity by the time it receded once more.

The other Metangler waited until the first stood again, before mirroring the action. Between them, the much reduced Metangler that Astraea had brought to them came forward again. Unlike the others, it didn't seem to be able to repair its damage on its own, and bursts of black smoke continued to sputter from its chimneys every few machine cycles. It looked up at Astraea, the ratcheting neck joints that supported its head still creaking in poorly-maintained protest. The action was mirrored in large scale by the other two turning their heads to look down at the alien navi as she stepped up. Both spoke at once, booming voices drowning out all other sound for a few moments.

“The Sanctuary Doors Must Be Sealed. You Must Come Inside.” They stowed their digging arms behind their backs after delivering this pronouncement, then stepped back and to the side, allowing a clearer passage for Astraea and her charge to enter through the blast doors. The smaller Metangler followed with her, steady steps making metallic clangs on the ground as it walked.

“Damage To Core And Auxiliary Systems, As Well As Low Data Integrity Transport Mode Prevent Useful Defence Of Valued Entities. ...I Apologise.” As it spoke, the blast doors began to hiss and slide together again, as the warning light and siren that had heralded their opening announced the heavy machinery's operation. Eventually, they came to rest again with a heavy boom, and locking clamps fastened across parts of the doors sealing them shut.

Behind them, a sound of creaking metal and hissing steam began again, and if Astraea looked up at the two large security guards, she would witness a similar process occurring as she had first seen with the damaged Metangler, back at the buried lab. Each of them began to shrink and compress, metal marts folding in on themselves and coiling inwards as they compacted further and further. Unlike the first time, however, these two didn't appear to be spilling data cast-offs as they did. Instead, each one developed a faint green glow at the centre of its drum-like chest, which crystallised into a bright green cross. Within moments, Astraea was surrounded by three pint-sized Metanglers, though the difference between the two guards and her own companion was still clear. they moved quickly and efficiently in this smaller size, running over to catch up to Astraea and their new brother, and the sounds of their internal engines had become a healthy, trundling purr.

“Sanctuary Is Sealed.” One of them spoke – the one that had borne the '-sual' designate in their earlier combat readings, maybe.
“Yes. The Danger Has Passed.” The other, who had borne the '-takid' designate responded almost immediately. Their voices were, as with the other smaller metangler, now much smaller and higher pitched, but still carried the weight of pronouncement in them. They hadn't quite gotten around to answering Astraea's own question yet, but as they continued to talk, it seemed that they had taken the acceptance of a third brother as a presumed given already.

“The Tour Must Be Delayed.”
“Yes. Our New Brother Is Damaged.”
“Should We Take Him To Core?”
“Yes. Repairs Must Be Offered.”
“The Sympathetic Navigator Fought Bravely.”
“Yes. She Must Be Acknowledged And Granted Clearance.”
“We Should Introduce Her To Leader.”
“Yes. But Leader Will Not Return For Some Time.” There was a pause between them, before both faces turned to look up at Astraea directly, their many eyes reticulating and opening again one by one.

“Maybe She Has Already Met Leader?”
“Yes. This Would Explain The Mark Of Sympathy.”
“Maybe the Tour Will Be Sufficient?”
“Yes! The Tour Will Be Ideal!”
“We Must Go To Core.” The moment of sudden enthusiasm that had come with the pronouncement of the tour stilled briefly before the more affirmative metangler lifted its head again, seeming to brighten.
“Yes! The Tour Must Start At Core!” With renewed vigour, the two units turned to face Astraea properly.

“Please Allow Us To Guide You Through This Sanctuary!” They spoke in unison, then took up positions just ahead, as though to being walking Astraea through the hidden village. From where she was standing, the many-layered appearance of the sanctuary looked like a haphazard scattering of quaint little domed buildings, constructed in whatever spaces were available within the area; it looked like a tall, spacious gap in between other machinery and systems that long predated anything else here. The area was wildly asymmetrical, the result of being a blank and forgotten space, unaccounted for by any prior network designs, now built into and made into homes and other structures. With the siren sounding the sealing of the doors again, more signs of life had begun to spring up all over the rambling settlement, with a plethora of metools beginning to move about again, between buildings, alone or in small groups as they went about whatever mysterious business wild metools had. Some seemed to be busy constructing new buildings, while others were neatly deconstructing others that weren't being used, and sending their parts away to be used elsewhere.

As the two guides began to move Astraea and her companion through the winding walkways and over-passes of the space, metools everywhere paused in what they were doing to peer at Astraea, and quiet whispered 'meep's sounded curious and excited more than anything else. Most returned to their work as she passed, however.

“Astraea,” Beside her, her rescued Metangler companion clanked along; he wasn't as nimble or agile as the other two were in their smaller forms, and Astraea had to keep to a comfortable walking pace for him for now. “Recompiling Valued Entity Tables Without Directives Is...” his engines churned harder for several cycles. “Imprecise. I... Think... This Location Should Be A Valued Location. These Entities Should Be Valued Entities. Is This Acceptable?” His eyes winked closed then opened again one at a time in a questioning wave across his head.

The large Metanglers spoke of sealed doors and so she took the path provided, her feet slapping lightly on the ground, a quiet companion to the louder clangs of her escortee. Once it spoke she turned to face it, a thoughtful expression on her face. She had seen the others refresh themselves, and it was worrying her charge didn't seem capable of the same but the damage it spoke of explained it. She didn't bear it any fault, hadn't her own early experiments on the Nets been subject to factors she had not previously considered?

"Unoptimal laboratory conditions result in compromised results." She replied with a small gesture of her hand to the space between the closing doors, that diminishing view of the wider Net. It was something she was coming to understand, more and more. That the sterile, self-contained Network of the majority of her existance had been anomalous in its own way. "The Nets are beyond the optimization efforts of any one being. No fault is given, none should be assigned. Each less-than-optimal scenarior provides guidance for future development."

"That's an overly fancy way of saying accidents happen." She knew intuitively that Alex's voice had reached only her. She as she tried to parse the comment. It had been delievered in a neutral tone, she couldn't decipher whether it was critism, praise, or merely statement.

The spectacle of the doors closing was rivetting. The uncorrupted form of the process she had witnessed earlier was of special interest and she leaned forward to examine one of the newly pint-sized Metangler's green cross as it approached, her mind whirling. She had not seen a compression algorithm quite like that before. Granted, she hadn't seen many compression algorithms outside the ones she had used on the satelite and the ones that helped form the Mystery Data packets that she had unravelled. "Larger form can be resumed with no loss of encoded information?"

She leaned back as they began speaking of both herself and the one they had called Brother. Was 'he' the appropriate pronoun to assign to that one then? Was she had been thinking of it as well it or they prior but was that still correct?

"Ah. Maybe I shouldn't have traded away our Recover30." Alex mused privately as the discussion turned toward the damage of non-emblemed Metangler and the location of the cure. "I don't think it'd fix it completely but maybe make it so our buddy wouldn't have to miss the rest of the tour."

Astraea blinked several times at that. There was something there, something about the fact that chips were made to be used in conjunction with a PET that auto-assigned the chip data to the Navi the PET was tied to. Chips could be traded between PETs, but only outside of combat. Once a Navi used a PET they could choose to use it on almost anything they pleased, so why the not just make PETs able to do the same? Could they do the same?

"I humbly accept the offer of a tour of your sanctuary." She wanted to muse on it more, the dichotomy of the Navi-Virus designation but right now there were things she was looking forward to more. The tour being one of them, but unsuprisingly considering all the effort she had put into up until this point what she was more excited for was the restoration of her travelling companion.

"How long will be needed to complete the repairs to satisfactory condition? This one's presence on tour would provide most efficient dissembly of information." She said with a small gesture toward the Metangler she had delivered here. They had mentioned something about a Met Leader, and as they walked through the town she mused on that. The only virus she had met that fit that description had been the cloaked Metool.

"Shortly after this one and I became acquainted," she didn't bother to gesture this time, in hindsight it was obvious to everyone present who she was referring to. "I encountered a group of Metools in a hole with a fourth Metool wearing a fabric-like garmet on its back that was protecting them. I received the coordinates for this location from that being although," she frowned a little, her otherwise smooth face wrinkling. "I do not recall obtaining an object or marker that was designated the Mark of Sympathy."

"Hey good catch!" Alex said, his words clearer than they had been earlier this rather extended run. It appeared the gatorade was helping, as was the time it had taken them to actually reach this place. Astraea could respond to him through their private audio channel but it felt like it be obvious she was doing so. At least with text it would be less obvious she was holding a seperate conversation.

To Operator: Your synopsis provided useful pointers to the timeframe of these events.

"Aww yeah, slightly tipsy-me coming in clutch! Up top!" There was a sound of flesh hitting flesh and she blinked again in confusion until she realized he had probably high fived himself. Her earlier frown disappeared, her face carefully composed to neutral to avoid revealing her amusement.

To Operator: Two hours until appointment scheduled on calendar.

"Ah dammit. I'd better go change." There was a rustle of movement from the other end of the line and her lips quirked upward in a smile.

Astraea turned her attention back to the events on the Net, pausing at her travelling companion's question. She paused to consider the question before answering and then spoke haltingly as she tried to turn her feelings to words, instead falling back on her experience as a maintainer and conductor of reasearch aboard the satellite. She almost wished Alex was still here but at the same time the privacy for her struggling through this was welcome. "Location acceptability highly dependent on purposes of the one determining parameters needed for optimal outcome. 'Yield of produce from plant highly unlikely to be higher than zero in lava.'" She quoted with a small wistful smile. "If you are asking for a second opnion from myself," she hesitated a moment then continued. "I think this could be a good place, with good entities, for you. Good examples of what form growth might take and more importantly, cooperative and supportive."

Looking more closely at the now reduced guards, Astraea could see that they weren't just in better condition than the one she had first befriended; they also seemed to have upgrades and other more advanced features, though it was impossible to tell whether they'd been added later, or if they were simply newer models. In particular, the green crosses that had formed in the centre of their drum-like chests bore a faint ring around the outside, and if not for the fact that they were clearly programs with potentially metool origins, the data-containing symbols could almost be mistaken for something that looked like a primitive or proto navi emblem. The one that bore the –takid designate nodded to her question.

“Yes! Compression To Utility Size Is Lossless.” He seemed to stand up a little straighter as he answered – was that pride? On the other side, the -sual metangler twisted his head across to his brother, then back to Astraea and her own companion.
“This Was Not Always So.” He focused on the third metangler, eyes shuttering and scoping briefly with concern. “Was Data Purging Required Upon Compression?” He received a creaky nod in response. “System Repairs And Data Replacement Is Available At Core.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment, contemplating a more complex thought. “Do Not Fear, Brother. This Is Sanctuary.” Alongside this, the other took the opportunity add an additional affirmation.
“Yes! Sanctuary Is Safe. You Are Welcome.”

They moved along at a pace that let the slower metangler keep up, and as each of their metal feet clanked along against the ground, Astraea's Ward looked towards her with another protesting creak of poorly-maintained joints. As hard as it was to really read the features of her reduced-sized companion, this reassurance, along with Astrea's own confirmation to his questions seemed to be satisfactory.

“Confirmed. Sanctuary Is A Valued Location. All Occupants Are Valued Entities.” Another belch of blackened smoke, and a sputter from his internal engines punctuated the machine's shift in focus to their guards-turned-tour-guides. “Repair to Optimal Condition Would Facilitate Better Defence of Sanctuary.” This only seemed to excite the other pair more.

“Yes! We Must Commence The Tour At Once!”
“Should Our New Brother Join Us For The Tour As Well?”
“Yes! We Must Introduce Him!”
“Brother Is Heavily Damaged. Repairs May Be Extensive.” This caused a momentary pause, and when Met-takid responded it was more thoughtful – though no less boldly affirmative over the rumble of their engines.
“Yes. We Should Delay The Tour At Core Until Repairs Are Complete.”
“And Then We Will Continue?” Perhaps it was because of which Met was speaking, but somehow Met-sual still managed to make the statement into something that sounded more like a question, despite the mechanical timbre of his voice.
“Yes! Come! Follow Us!”

They began to move forward again; The pair's demeanour took a little bit of getting used to, but it seemed as though they were easily distracted into talking to one another, rather than answering questions directly. They still managed to get there in the end though, as Astraea found most of her questions answered by the indirect musings of their loud exchanges.

The pathways that the pair led Astraea through were not straight or even, but despite their haphazard meandering, there was still a sense of order to it, in its own strange way. The village was built into the gap between network fixtures – a back-end space that no-one on the outside would ever think or care about, and while it made for a perfect hiding place, it had never been designed to be inhabited and flat space was a rarity, except where it had been deliberately built. The Sanctuary as a whole seemed far more long, thin and vertical, than spread out, and seemed to be mostly traversed through winding ramps and make-shift mechanical elevators.

As Astraea moved further in, too, it became clear that the space was positively bustling with metools, all industriously going about activities; most of them seemed to be engaged in building more of the sanctuary into the walls of their home, or taking apart other areas for material, but here and there Astraea would be able to spot other signs of homeliness – that small domed home looked like it had a window garden, which a met was spritzing with a large water bottle. Over there, another one seemed to be painting on an open space of wall – not a sign or a message, but something involving bright colours and irregular shapes. Mostly greens and yellows, but there were other colours there too. It paused every few moments to contemplate its work, before adding more to it.

When she mentioned her other odd metool encounter, her guides looked back to Astraea and lifted their heads; their eyes shuttered and opened again in a pattern that somehow, wordlessly, communicated itself as smiling.

“You Have Met Leader! Our Guess Was Correct!”
“Yes! Leader Seeks Others Who Need Safety!”
“Leader Brought Us Here, And Helped Us Build.”
“Yes! Leader Also Travels Far And Protects Those In Need.”

That didn't exactly answer why or how they knew that the peculiar cloaked metool had designated the alien engineer as a sympathetic navi, but at least it seemed to confirm that that was what had happened, somehow.

As the tour continued, Astraea found that hey were climbing higher and higher through the forgotten network gap, and could often glance out to see the bustling village unfolding further and further below. Eventually, however, they arrived at a large open platform, with one side looking out over the city below (and above still, for just as far), while the wall-ward side held a circular door, pattered with a green and yellow metool symbol. A collection of about a dozen metools were standing watch around the door, but perked up and waved their pickaxes excitedly to the group as it approached. A chorus of happy, greeting 'meeps' just barely managed to make itself heard over the sounds of the engines and the background clamour of a busy township all around.

“This Is Core! Core Is The Heart Of Sanctuary!”
“Yes! Core Hides Sanctuary's Network Presence And Provides Power!” The pair unfolded their digging arms and seemed to make fanfare of waving at the door for Astraea, before turning to face each other again and talking in what must have been their best attempts oat whispers – it was still fairly loud.

“Should We Show The Sympathetic Navigator The Inside?”
“Yes! We Must Also Assist Our New Brother With Repairs.”
“Perhaps She Can Tell Us More Of Leader.”
“Yes!” Met-Takid paused for several long seconds, then continued. “Brother, There Is A Problem.”
“What Problem? Have We Forgotten Something?”
“Yes! We Have Not Asked The Navigator's Designate.”
“Can You Not Read The Navigator's Designate, Brother? It Is Astraea.”
“Yes, But It Is Proper To Ask, Brother.”
“I Understand. Is This Social Courtesy, Brother?”
“Yes. We Have Been Very Rude.”
“We Have. Should We Ask Before We Continue The Tour?”
“Yes! It Is Polite.” The pair remained huddled for an extra moment, then turned in unison to face Astraea. Their engines rumbled noisily for several more seconds before they spoke in unison.

“Sympathetic Navigator! By What Designate Should We Address You, So That We May Continue The Tour Without Impoliteness?” They waited, peering up at her, apparently oblivious to the fact that Astrae had certainly heard their entire exchange. Behind them, several of the metool door guards seemed to giggle.

It was strange how energetic the new Metanglers were compared to the one Astraea thought of as her ward. Perhaps it was the difference in physical status, she herself felt more energized and ready to take on work when she was well rested and in good shape. Or maybe it was a difference in socialization, or just a base difference in the code itself.

She could see the environment itself being a cause for this. Sanctuary was a busy and vibrant place with many of the trappings she had seen outside human dwellings in pictures. Gardening, painting... were all viruses capable of showing other hobbies like this or was it something particular to Mets? She thought of the Shrubby that had cowered behind her and dismissed that theory almost immediately. The environment in which she had met that anomaly had not been conductive to any kind of peaceful past time, at least not at the time she had gone through.

The colors favored by the artist were somehow surprising and not surprising. She paused for a moment in front of it, one hand on the bottom of her head as she considered it. It wasn't that the colors that were surprising really. It was the act of painting and the so far abstract nature of the work. Nothing in the virus database mentioned metools painting.

"It is compelling." She told the artist with a small nod of appreciation before moving on with her group.

"Hey, I saw something like that at an auction my parents went to a while back." Astraea stumbled as Alex's voice suddenly appeared over the private line.

|To Operator:: Are you done changing?
To Operator:: Was the painting you saw of similiar theme?|

"I've got the PET casting to the TV in my room now, and the camera pinned to your shoulder. You didn't think I'd miss a cool hidden virus city did you? 'Cause I wasn't going to!" He sounded proud of the fact and yeah that was pretty smart. She could hear the sound of rustling clothing again and mentally refocused firmly on the surroundings, adjusting her view of things so the PET could get a better look. "And kinda? The painting I saw was more circles and rectangle and my father called it meaningless trash but I think abstract can be neat. Especially when what's painted is abstract and then you realize the white space is the actual image."

It was a little lTheir group moved upwards as they walked and Astraea marvelled at the space. She had never known something like this existed on the wider networks, this little slice of network forgotten by humans and navis and repurposed thus. Some of the elevators though...

She eyed the one her guides got on dubiously, remembering the rather fraught ride she had had to get here. The mechanisms that kept it moving seemed like they were in good repair but with the three metanglers.. Astraea slipped her wrench from its holster as she stepped on, giving the elevator what could be seen as an investigative tap and was in reality a way for her to let some of her resources flow into it, bolstering it while in turn hopefully giving her a little feedback about what it was she had reinforced. She returned her wrench back to its holster with a satisfied nod as she straightened up as some of the scrap and materials from her workshop flowed through the platform from where she stood.

"Sanctuary is more expansive than expected. Elevators appear in good condition, occupants appear unstressed and free to explore new hobbies. Will you take up something?" She asked her ward. She knew he enjoyed digging, and he had spoken previously of guarding the sanctuary but the second felt more like a way he felt he could contribute. When she thought about it, what did she know of him beyond that?

She wouldn't get much a chance to ask further. After his reply, or lack thereof, they would arrive at the platform. It was the largest continuous horizontal space she had seen yet, and she had absolutely no desire to approach the edge -

"C'mon, let's take a peek! Just a quick look.

-no desire at all. Even from here it looked like a long fall.

Astrea turned resolutely toward the honor guard and ignored the whining in her ears as she regarded the door. It all appeared to be quite well maintained which was surprising. Then again if a metool could take up painting, why couldn't they take up maintenance as well? She tilted her head thoughtfully before straightening up as the guides waved at her. She was not nearly practiced enough in keeping her emotions in check to hide the look of disbelief on her face as they turned back to her and found her mental gears slipping to come up with a response.

"Apologize for also being rude then introduce yourself!" Alex hissed. She sucked in a deep breath and then nodded, glad to have his social acumen available.

"We-I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, nor asking after your designations. I am called Astraea, yourselves?" The apology sat awkward in her mind. She didn't really find what they had done rude. If anything it had been expedient.