Junior: Getting Some Cash

Wes's eye twitched as he watched the other navi run. He was supremely pissed. Junior looked unsure of what to do. His enemy was currently down and the one he rescued was ditching him. He really didn't want to lose the guy before he got an explanation. Of course, if he got away it was fine, right? Really, saving people without expecting a reward was probably more noble than if he just let him sneak away. Of course, if he was doing something bad which was why the other navi was fighting him, then this battle would be a huge blunder. He couldn't let him just sneak off, right?

Wes on the other hand, had already decided what to do, "That little fucker.... I'm gonna kill him!" He whipped out a sidebamboo and tried slotting it in.

Junior's eyes got wide. He concentrated and rejected the chip data, shooting the weapon back out, "No! That's wrong!"

"Bah! Junior, he's ditching us! This guy could be just as guilty as the other, thus I'm taking him down!" Wes shouted.

"No! I won't let you!" Junior continued blocking the slot.

"Junior, I'm right on this one! Go against me and you're dead to me, canopener!" Wes yelled. His eyes gleamed maliciously, "I know! I'll just manuelly control it to stab this guy!"

"Oh no! This isn't good!" Junior took off running after the navi. He needed to shield him with his body so that Wes wouldn't kill him.

"So its a race you want, huh? Fine, I'll play along." Wes began slapping commands into his PET madly. The normalnavi's action's had blown a fuse and his cool was completely lost, "Heh heh heh... ha ha HA! Think you can defeat me, the one chosen by Majin-sensei? Better run like the wind kid!"

"Eh?" came a sleepy voice. Majinman's face showed on the side of the PET screen, "What's going on?"

"Me versus my ungrateful navi! Just sit back and watch, cause this is gonna get hectic!" Wes said.

Majinman blinked, confused, "Wha...?"

Junior just kept running like mad. He only had ten seconds max. He tried to use his Airshoes to increase the length of his stride. As soon as he sensed his time had run out, he leaped out for the normalnavi, trying to take him down to the ground. As he landed, he heard a click and saw to his right a bunch of bamboo reeds sprout up. He whispered to the normalnavi, "Just... stay down. Otherwise, my netop will beat us senseless."

Wes groaned, "A second too late." He paused for a second. No doubt the other party, the one with the board would show up shortly, "Okay, how about all three of us have a talk? I have one more recovery chip and a few subchips. Whoever pisses me off the least, I'll help out. That sound fair?"

Junior held his breath. Majinman drank from a baby bottle and looked on, still not quite with it.

((1-5.) run
6.) Tackle normalnavi
*Sidebamboo prepped))
((Theme))

Clank, c-clank clank

About the time Junior tackled the Normalnavi, the Heelnavi's helmet, red optic lens shattered by its' previous impact on the ground, found itself hitting the ground once again. The helmet's former owner shook their head, revealing a long, flowing mane of wavy blonde hair, long enough to go down to the small of the navi's back. It's the 'Heelnavi's' growl, though, that truly gives way to one simple fact;

The 'Heelnavi' is a woman.

Though Junior and Wes wouldn't be able to hear or realize this fact for a small while.

The 'Heelnavi' stomped her foot down on the ground below her, and her Jet-board materialized beneath her, then rose to hold her around three feet above the ground. She stomped her foot down on a pressure pad atop the board, and it took off exactly as before, trailing smoke and blue fire from the small opening on the back as the board, and its' rider, raced toward Junior and the Normalnavi.

A wave of green light started at the Heelnavi's hands and feet and washed over her, seeming to seep especially deeply into her exposed features as it repaired large portions of her code.

The Heelnavi began to near Junior and the Normalnavi as the speed from her board's booster bled off, and she came to a stop, the right side of her board facing them, with her face glaring down at the both of them from above.

"Talk." she said sternly, hazel eyes boring down upon the back of Junior's down-turned head.

The Normalnavi simply remained quiet, eyes nervously glancing about at what little ground he could see with his front side being pressed into the hard panels.

???: ??? (Atop Jet-board)
Jet-Board: ??? (Carrying ???)

Junior: 80 (Boxers)
Normalnavi(?): ??? (Long underwear!) (Under Junior)

Terrain: 100% normal (The cube is now far enough out of range to no longer matter.)
Junior turned around and was about to say something when he noticed the face that had thus far been hidden by the helmet, "A... a girl? I just beat up... a woman?" He then just sort of blanked out, staring off to the side, into space.

Wes, though, went from pissed to really, really amused, "Oh man, suddenly this isn't a complete waste of time. Your expression... its so damn funny!" He then started to laugh his ass off for a few minutes. He did manage to gasp out, though, "Majin... ha ha! Majinman, talk to the nice lady for me... heh heh."

"Uh... but I have no idea what's going on." said the little guy. He really didn't like this responsibility just being shoved on him but... the woman looked pissed and she had a spear, so just sitting there doing nothing could result in death, "Sorry, pretty lady. That dumb kid seems to have a phobia about fighting women. Probably some kind of dumb, slightly sexist, pride issue and the other guy... well, he seems to be some kind of sadist. Just give them a moment, please."

Wes began to calm down and managed a few seconds in between giggles, "I'm not a sadist. That little habit of his just gets in the way quite a lot in battles, so its really something that you got him to go all out against you. Oh man, this is for sure the highlight of my day... no year. Heh heh." Wes paused for a second and calmed himself down, "So, miss, mind telling us what this is about? When we came upon the scene, it looked like you were the badguy, what with him being wounded and you stabbing him before we could even try talking to you. Of course, this guy seems kind of shifty to me, after all the crap he's pulled. He's been silent like he's trying to hide something and he just tried running. In any case, he's missed his chance to try telling me what the hell is going on. The floor is yours now. If he's in the wrong here, then I shall remove my navi and let you rip him limb from limb." Wes waited for a response. There was still a chance that both of these navis were up to something bad, but at least now this girl was actually giving them a chance to talk things out. Truth be told, he was no longer really cared about the navi Junior was protected. Even if this woman was some kind of bad guy, he was half hoping that'd she'd just tell him some sort of lie so that they could move on and let the little rat drown in whatever the hell mess he was caught up in. Of course, despite this, he had the sidebamboo ready, in case the woman no longer wanted to play nice.

((1-5.) Paper weight
6.) Sidebamboo, 80 Wood+piercing, anything hostile))
A pair of handcuffs materialized in the woman's hand; she muttered a single word, but otherwise didn't move. "Netpolice." Then she began to twirl the handcuffs threateningly around her index finger.

Apparently not the talkative type.

???: ??? (Atop Jet-board)
Jet-Board: ??? (Carrying ???)

Junior: 80 (Boxers)
Normalnavi(?): ??? (Long underwear!) (Under Junior)

Terrain: 100% normal (The cube is now far enough out of range to no longer matter.)
"Ha! Funny." Wes said, still smiling. It now kind of made sense why the other navi ran even when they were winning. If they had won, he wouldn't really be able to tell them what happened when they demanded an explanation. He could try lying but there was always a chance that they could call him on it, so flight really was his best option. Of course, what struck him as odd was that the officer in this situation was a Heelnavi. Weren't they supposed to either dwell in the Undernet or belong to hackers? Wes thought it over for a moment, "Hmmm... could that be it? I always thought that that armor heelnavis had were a part of their body, not just something they took on and off. Question before I move my navi: is that some kind of .GMO that you were wearing? If that's the case, then we probably interupted a sting or something." Of course, aren't stings supposed to just get dirt on the person, then arrest them? For the battle to have reached that far a point seemed a bit odd. Maybe he was wrong and it was something sinister like she was really in disguise so that she could assassinate this guy and just make it look like just some business deal gone wrong, or maybe she wasn't even a netpolice officer. In any case, he didn't care anymore

"Hey, Junior, get off that guy. He seems to have a prior appointment." With a nod, the navi rolled off and then just kind of stayed laying down. Wes sighed. At this point, his shock was just kind of getting annoying, "Though really, had you just said that from the beginning, we would have just let you finish this guy and been about our merry way." Another sigh, then in a whisper he said, "You netpolice people have a nasty habit of not giving enough details and it causing a lot of trouble soon after..." No need for her to hear that and then decide to give them some kind of citation or some other rediculous penalty.
((Modlock over))

"..." The 'Heelnavi's armor rapidly shifted-- faster than the eye could see-- between any number of uniforms, outfits, and presumably, identities- then back to the armor she had been wearing up to this point. She hopped off the Jet-board, then moved to slap the cuffs on the Normalnavi-

-And nearly got blasted in the face by his buster-arm. Her spear was materialized in an instant, stabbed into the shoulder of his buster arm with a sickening 'crunch' and a loud yell from the Normalnavi.

She slapped one half of the cuffs onto the Normalnavi's buster arm, pulled out her spear with a wet sound, and then moved the poor navi's buster arm close enough to his regular one to cuff the two together. The navi instantly disappeared in a beam of light-- though this one stopped abruptly after reaching a certain height, and went shooting off in a specific direction.

The 'Heelnavi' stood, and disappeared in a similar beam of light which followed the first.

...Victory?

The Jet-board, meanwhile, simply disentigrates into some chip data.

Rewards: Dash Attack
"Well that's a shame. I was really hoping for some cash... Oh well, we'll get those upgrades soon enough. Just keep going." Wes commanded. There wasn't much of a response, so Wes sighed and added, "She got what she was after. She should be all healed up by now. So go."

Junior stood up and began walking, though he still seemed to be kind of weak. As he moved on, Wes used the Recovery80 he had been saving. It'd be nice not to start a battle half dead this time.

((Battle 6, Recovery80 used))
Junior comes to an oddity on the beach--an inlet, where the salt water and the fresh water mixes. Someone has even gone to the trouble to make a small gezebo along the lake-like inlet. He can't resist sitting down and enjoying the view as he indulges in his Recovery80.

As he does so, however, he hears a whistling from above--and sees viruses descending from the top of the gezebo! Ninja viruses! In black!

And he also notices that the center of the roof of the gazebo is a massive emerald.

As if the ninjas weren't enough, a horde of fish viruses, sensing the recovery data, emerge from the inlet!

FROM TEH SEA:

PiranaEXA: 90 HP
PiranaEXB: 90 HP
LarkA: 100 HP
LarkB: 100 HP
LarkEXA: 150 HP

Gezebo: 100 HP
Junior: 160 HP


NINJA STRIKE TEAM! (all in black)
GeninA: 60
GeninB: 60
GeninC: 60
PowieEXA : 100
PowieEXB: 100

Terrain: Sea: 30% (fishes); Sand: 40% (around teh gazebo); Normal: 10% (teh gazebo); Grass: 20% (way past the sand on the outskirts of the field)

FIGHT ON, JUNIOR! BATTLE 6 START!
"This thing is worth... probably an assload of money." Wes said, "Hey, Junior, we can't fight right here or this thing will get damaged. You're fighting ninjas now, so snap out of your funk! Now take this and get out of there!"

"Huh? Ninja?" Junior asked. He snapped back to reality, forgetting about his depression from the last battle, mostly because I lost the mood. He then brought up a hand, changing it into a green virus head, causing his body to suddenly shoot forward, out of the enterance of the gazebo before stopping on the sand. If any of the ninja had tried blocking his way, they should have easily been bowled over by his escape.

"Okay, since we're on sand, let's go with the Airstorm. If you use it to drag them out here and hit them, then it should cause a mini sandstorm to deal some extra damage to each of them." Wes said, "After that, hit the genin with this phoenixshot and use a Bubbler to take out anything you might have missed. Then guard from the sea using the guard. For now, those on land will be our main concern."

"Got it." Junior replied. Holding out his hands, he conjured up three small tornados on the sand a few feet in front of him. He focused on drawing in the powies. If he got them when they were still small, dragging them in close would prove simple. He also tried grabbing one of the Genin, since he had a spare whirlwind. He then turned to the rest of the genin and snapped his fingers, firing off a small wave of flames aimed at taking out the group quickly, in a nice and simple manner. He then took his last attack, the Mistconv, and looked around for any black forms he might have missed. Whatever he found, he would swiftly send a fist of water at, attempting to crush it and finish off the sneaky foes. Then, as a precaution, Junior materialized a large red shield in front of him, aiming it to the side towards the sea, where the bulk of the threat would remain. He also prepared to move out of the way of any attacks coming his way, since the guard probably wouldnt hold off everything by itself.

((1.) Dash, 90+Impact, up to five enemies (dash out of the gazebo, taking down anything in his way)
2.) Airstorm1, 50+pulls in, PowieEXA/B/GeninC
3.) Phoenixshot1, 70 Heat, GeninA/B/C
4.) Mistconv, 100 aqua, any remaining ninja
5.) Guard2, reflects up to 120
6.) Dodge))
((I didn't modlock. Did people assume I did? oo;))

Junior whips a sandstorm as he rushes into the ninjas and unleashes a whirlwind amongst their midst, then turns it into a fiery firestorm, sending charred black cloth everywhere. He tops it off with a massive hand of steam, crushing the final Powie.

The fish drag themselves out of the water, trailing wet footsteps onto the sand as they establish themselves around the gazebo. The leader, a strangely colored Lark, fires a blast and gets it sent back into its own face, the sickle like wave splashing over another as well. The rest look alarmed by this development, but barrage Junior anyways. He leaps easily over the two low skimming arcs, but three of the six harpoons find their mark!

FROM TEH SEA:

PiranaEXA: 90 HP
PiranaEXB: 90 HP
LarkA: 50 HP
LarkB: 100 HP
LarkEXA: 100 HP

Gezebo: 100 HP
Junior: 70 HP


NINJA STRIKE TEAM! (all in black)
GeninA: BURNED
GeninB: SANDSTORM'D
GeninC: SANDSTORM'D
PowieEXA : BURNED
PowieEXB: MIST'D

Terrain: Sea: 30% (behind fishes); Sand: 30% (around teh gazebo); Normal: 20% (teh gazebo and surroundings, fishes); Grass: 20% (way past the sand on the outskirts of the field)
"Owww..... normally they don't all attack in a single barrage like that." Junior said. He stood slightly slumped over, still feeling the sting from the previous strike.

"Hey, you took out the ninja, so that's something to be glad about. Now all that's left is the rest of these flunkies." Wes looked them over carefully. They were crowded around that small structure, "Hey, Junior, whatever that thing's made out of, it must be valuable. These guys seem to be making a little wall in front of it. That means that they probably won't move around too much. First, let's take down the big one with the Magbolt, then we'll bomb the rest. Sending Magbolt2, Magbomb1, Magbomb1. If there's anything left, I'll trust you to clean them up!"

"Sounds simple enough... All right, I'm on it." Junior replied. Shifting his hand into a magnet, he pointed it at the funky colored lark. It had such a large form that locking onto it so that he could pull it in should be easy as pie. When the time seemed right, Junior pulled back his arm, then snapped his hand forward in some sort of metally, deformed punch. Junior knew that if it connected, that thing would be dead for sure. After all, the normal damage of the attack was more than enough to finish off the creature. Since it was an elec move being used on an Aqua, it would be overkill by far.

Next Junior formed a metalic ball in each hand. He gazed at the Lark that was already half dead. Since just one of the bombs would prove enough to finish off, he decided that this particular virus would be his primary target for the first one. After another moment of staring it down, he released the sphere, sending it spiraling through the air at the opponent. As it exploded when it struck the ground, Junior hoped that Wes had been right in thinking that they wouldn't move. If he was lucky, this prediction might also allow his bomb to hit the enemies on either side of the weakened lark as well. Then, aiming for the center of what was left of the group, Junior hurled the second bomb, it making a similar explosion of sparkling electricity.

Of course, even if things went exactly as planned, Junior knew that it wouldn't be enough to finish things. At the very least, the pirana on the end would still remain. Recalling that Wes said to handle the stragglers on his own, Junior had energy flow into each of his hands. He aimed one of them at the enemy he knew to still exist. The second he would use to try and take out anything else still clinging to life. Pouring a bit of extra energy into the second appendage, Junior fired a laser from each, hoping it would be enough to end the battle.

"And if that isn't enough... I suppose I can lend you the second guard. After this, the only defense I can really give is the Riskyhoney, so be careful with this one." Wes advised, sending on last chip.

"Okay, thanks." Junior said. He placed the shield up in front of him as he had done so before. With this, he would remain safe for a moment. Even after it went down, though, he was still prepared to dodge. It wouldn't be long now.

((1.) Magbolt2, 110 Elec+stun, LarkEX
2.) Magbomb1, 30 Elec+blast2+stun1, LarkA/B/PiranaEXB
3.) Magbomb1, 30 Elec+blast2+stun1, LarkB/PiranaEXA/B
4.) Soul Finger Shot, 60, PiranaEXA/random target (+20 to random target, Untapped Power used)
5.) Guard2, reflects up to 120 damage
6.) Dodge))
Junior whirls up some sparks, sending a magnetic bolt crashing into the first Lark, successfully eradicating it.
Following up with a light show. The gentleman sent two Magbombs hurling at the other viruses, splashing up some fireworks. The competition was all but wiped out at this point.
Truth to be told, the Pirana DID survive, albeit barely. The stun from the Magbomb held it in place, so the son of two legends threw in his signature attack as a fashion statement, blowing the guy up.
A calm settled over the inlet.
The massive green emerald over the Gazebo sparkled, and then opened up to reveal...?

FROM TEH SEA:

PiranaEXA: SOUL FINGERED
PiranaEXB: LIGHT SHOW'D
LarkA: FIREWORK'D
LarkB: LIGHT SHOW'D
LarkEXA: CRISP'D

Gezebo: MYSTERY DATA ACQUIRED
Junior: 70 HP


NINJA STRIKE TEAM! (all in black)
GeninA: BURNED
GeninB: SANDSTORM'D
GeninC: SANDSTORM'D
PowieEXA : BURNED
PowieEXB: MIST'D

Terrain: Sea: 30% (behind fishes); Sand: 30% (around teh gazebo); Normal: 20% (teh gazebo and surroundings, fishes); Grass: 20% (way past the sand on the outskirts of the field)

-VICTORY-
Get: Quake1, 1360z
Mystery Data Reward: TwinFang
"Well, that worked out well." Wes said. He pulled out a now refreshed Recovery80 and pushed it into his PET, "Keep it up. We're doing pretty well now."

"Thanks." Junior replied and began walking on.

((Battle 7, Recovery80 used))
((I don't think you can use Recovery battlechips in between battles, Maj... Take it up with a higher person? Bomber said you can't. Sorry. :/ ))

Vroom... Vroom...

The sounds of a motorcycle, scratch that, many motorcycles, hum in the distance as Junior walks on.
Suddenly, something whizzes by the navi, and another streak, and another, and another, what's this? There's this purple whirl speeding around Junior? What could it be?

Purple Whirl: ??? HP (Surrounding Junior)

Terrain: 100% Grass

Soulman_Junior.exe: 70 HP (Surrounded! Attack the thing?)

-HIGH SPEED BATTLE ON THE HIGH SEAS-
-BATTLE 7-
-GOOOOOO?-
"What's going on? Are you getting attacked by a biker gang?" Wes asked.

"I... don't know. Maybe they just want me to join their club." Junior suggested. He knew it was pretty unlikely, but he didn't want to prejudge anyone and risk a misunderstanding. It just wasn't in his nature. Of course, that didn't apply to Wes.

"Normally if they want to just sit down and make nice with you, they don't circle like a patch a sharks... or a group of vultures. In any case, we won't damage them right now, then. We'll just... break up this circle." Wes said. He pulled out one chip, "Drop it underneath your feet and this will clear things up a bit."

"Okay... aren't you going to tell me what this is?" Not that Junior needed to ask. As soon as the icy blue ball appeared in his hand, it was pretty obvious what the plan was, "I thought you said we weren't going to hurt them."

"Well, if they've ever driven in cold weather before, they won't be hurt. It will just stop them from being so... speedy. Unless they're idiots. In which case, they crash a burn." Wes said.

"Fine. I guess that's... okay." Junior said. He just hoped that they didn't have to pay for damages. With a sigh and a quick, "Here goes..." Junior chucked the seed down between his feet, creating a decent sized circle of ice. He then just kind of waited and hoped that he wouldn't get any... hostile responses.

"Oh, and here's this." Wes said, sending one more chip.

((1.) Ice Seed, create small patch of ice around Junior
2.) dodge
3.) dodge
4.) dodge
5.) dodge
6.) Recovery80))
Wes' guess was right, and apparently one of them saw the ice coming the instant the IceSeed formed into Junior's hand.

"THERE'S GOING TO BE SLICK! MOVE!" the noticer cried, everyone else slamming hard on the brakes as the ice formed, sliding a bit away while Junior healed himself.

"Well..." another huffed, panting, "Doesn't seem like he was small fry after all, eh?"

The design of the three Heelnavis before Junior were a bit like Centaurs in the real world, except, instead of a horse body, an entire motorcycle comprised their lower reigons. The three Motorcycle navis grinned, taking out what looked to be machine guns, and pointing them at the custom navi.

"Hey dude. That was pretty harsh, trying to ruin our bikes. So, how are you going to pay for it, Mr. Purple?" a Heelnavi taunted, his index finger twitching on the trigger.

MotoCycleNaviA: 160 HP
MotoCycleNaviB: 160 HP
MotoCycleNaviC: 160 HP

Terrain: 80% Grass, 20% Ice

Soulman_Junior.exe: 150 HP (Ice)
"Doofus. When you have a near wreck, you don't pay for damages. Besides, you hooligans were circling him." Wes chided. He slid a chip into his PET as he continued talking, "I assume your aim is to rob us, what with the whole, 'small fry' comment. Here's our response. Time to break wind, Junior."

"Got it." Junior focused on the space between him and each of the heelnavis. A slight breeze flowed through the air. Then suddenly, three columns of wind shot up around him, glittering softly with tiny particles of frozen vapor, and the whirlwinds attemptted to pull in the three. They might be able to win against ice, but it was really unlikely that they could battle ice and wind at the same time. Of course, if he tried pulling on them too hard, they might come crashing into him. He'd need to escape the center.

"Hey, Junior, shoot through the front. Hit them with this as you pass. Let's go." Wes ordered, selecting two more weapons.

A green, beak-like shell formed over Junior right hand. In his left, he materialized a black, nasty looking sphere. He brought the shell over his head in a fancy, and totally unneccessary, flourish, and then swung it forward. The data formed over his fist then took over, jerking Junior forward in a mad, breakneck dash through the chaos, its aim to bring the young warrior to the outside of the battle, while smashing through anyone or anything that may block his way. As he moved, he took a quick look back and tossed the bomb he held in his free hand. As it touched the icy ground, a blaze of sparks shot up, egulfing the space around it.

Junior then took a break from the carnage he had thrown together under the guidence of his operator. Such an erratic pattern of attacks, he had no idea what the results would be. They could all die in some massive group explosion or they could have simply outran the influence of his attacks and come out unscathed, "So... uh, what now?"

"Don't get hit. I need a clear picture before I can come up with more than that." Wes said. Once the wind and sparks died down, he'd be able to make a plan. For now, though, observation was about all he was capable of.

Junior nodded, though his eyes were still focused on the mess he made. He prepared to evade anything that may try to attack him from it.

((1.) AirStorm1, 50+pulls in, MCNA/B/C
2.) Dash, 90+Impact, can hit up to 5, MCNA
3.) Magbomb1, 30 Elec+blast2+stun1, MCNA/B/C
4.) Dodge
5.) Dodge
6.) Dodge))
The first Motorcycle rider "tch"s audily, starting up his engine and moving away from Junior's tornado ice combo. His companions weren't so lucky, and were sent spiraling on the ice, cursing loudly and firing their machine guns very inaccurately at Junior, who decided to chase after the run-away Heelnavi with some speed of his own.

Smirking, the targeted Motocycle navi commented, "Dash Attack, eh? Well two can play at this game of chicken." With that, fins protruded out of the front of the motorcycle half, joining into a beak beyond the head of the vehicle. Revving up the engine, the Heelnavi roared with delight as he went straight like a bullet at Junior, who was dashing forward as well.

The two reached Mach speeds before colliding with each other, sending both spiraling through the air and quite a while away from each other. The Heelnavi landed on its side, grunted, and started trying to lift his heavy lower body up.

Meanwhile, the other goons had slowly regained consciousness after their little crash, only to see Junior get up, undeterred by the damage he had just suffered, and throw a Magbomb at them.

"Noooooooo!" the two cried out dramatically as the Magbomb shocked through their systems, stunning them once more.

The lead Heelnavi growled as he finally got up. He fired angrily at Junior, but the song of two legends gracefully danced away from the bullets, doing a simple pirouette near the end and posing very gentleman like.

The other gang members seemed to be getting out of their stunned state too.

MotoCycleNaviA: 115 HP
MotoCycleNaviB: 50 HP (I)
MotoCycleNaviC: 50 HP (I)

Terrain: 80% Grass, 20% Ice

Soulman_Junior.exe: 105 HP
"Oh man... that Dash attack didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped." Junior said, holding his head, which was aching. He staggered a bit, then glanced at the two cycle jockeys still on the ice, "In any case... the bomb manage to hit those two, so we should probably hit them while they're still shaking off the stun... I think."

"Oh geez, you don't sound good. Oh well, you are right and if I send you a chip that you don't have to aim, it should be fine. In that case, take these two Markcannons." Wes didn't really like saying the name of the chip aloud when the enemies could actually understand what he was saying, but with Junior feeling a bit groggy, he couldn't risk a coded message that the navi might misunderstand. Besides, if those two were still under the influence of the Magbomb, it wouldn't matter if they heard or not. The result would be the same. He felt his logic was sound, so he didn't delay any furthur in slotting in the chip and its duplicate.

"Oh, this makes sense... I can probably do this." Junior mumbled, still feeling dizzy from the crash. Dispite this, though, he still removed his hand from his forehead and reached out towards the two enemies. Knowing the data would mark the two as hostile, he just let the chip work itself and seek out its own targets. When he felt a click, indicting that he was locked on, he fired, hoping that his messed up state wouldn't screw up his attack, "But there's still one left... now what?"

"Well... how about you do a system purge, like you did that one time when that chick was pulling your hair?" Wes suggested, "You released all the unpleasentness you were feeling and you seemed fine afterwards."

"Ah... oh, that thing. Okay..." Junior replied. He held up a single finger, which created a small zone of darkness. He focused on his dizziness and tried moving the feelings of discomfort into that zone. Once that was done, he then tried to get angry, thinking about how wrong it was for these goons to rob random navis, and he shoved those negative thoughts into his finger as well. He then pointed at the navi who had random him and said, "Fall," in a dark, foreboding voice, at which point he fired a beam of energy full of negativity and chaos.

"Well that was... kind of creepy." commented Wes, who was used to his navi playing the nice guy, "In any case, here's one more chip. Power it up and squash any left."

"Roger." Junior said, feeling better again. He looked around the field for an opponent. If he saw one, he would summon of a fist of water, which he would pump up with his own power, and then bring it crash down upon them, unless of course, their reflexes were good enough to dodge. When he was facing bikers, it seemed likely. For his attack to work, it would depend on them not seeing it coming. He then took a deep breath and prepared to evade any enemy fire, assuming there was any. Wes also sent a Recovery chip to his navi, as an afterthought. He needed to gain some ground back if they wanted to continue on after this.

((1.) Markcannon1, 70+lock on, MCNB
2.) Markcannon1, 70+lock on, MCNC
3.) Dark Finger Shot, 120+ random effect (1.) 2 round poison, 2.) Beserk, 3.) Microburst, 4.) Decoy x 2, 5.) Sig Burn, 6.) +40 damage)
4.) MistConv, 100 aqua+20 (untapped power used)
5.) Recovery30
6.) Dodge))
Hoping to end this battle quickly, Junior hefted up his.... hand? Nanosensors in his body went to work, targeting the two Motorcycle navis and blasting them to bits with well-aimed MarkCannons.

"Freddy! Jason! NOOOOOOO!" the Boss MotocycleNavi cried out for his companions. "I... must avenge your emergency jack outs! For the swarm!" Apparently, the last one had gone insane and was charging at Junior, spraying his bullets wildly at the custom navi.

"I'LL KEEL YOOOOOUUUU!!!!" the modified Heelnavi screamed in hatred, accelerating faster at the gentleman navi.

Letting out an equal cry of frusturation, Junior blasted a dark orb out of his hand, as it got closer to the navi, the ball seemed to be a bit denser and grew a tiny bit, before crashing into Heelnavi and sending him off.

Hey you won!

MotoCycleNaviA: EJO'D
MotoCycleNaviB: EJO'D
MotoCycleNaviC: EJO'D

Terrain: 80% Grass, 20% Ice

Soulman_Junior.exe: 135 HP

-VICTORY-
Get: 3000z