"It's closed-minded, violent people like you that make the reformation of the net seem like such a far off goal! Nothing is iirrevocably consolidated to war," the Prez responded, still covering herself. "Viruses, once thought to be pests, are showing signs of intelligence and even reformation. The idea of continuing to wipe out all viruses is outdated... it's no different than mankind proposing to eradicate all of the planet"s animals! We can't wipe away intelligent lifeforms simply because they're a nuisance to us. And do you really think I plan to bombard everything with TerrorMan indiscriminately? Of course we realize that some navis live attached to their weapons. We can always seek alternate disarmament solutions. And no, we don't plan to rid all navis of of their hands to prevent them from forming fists... I won't entertain a straw man argument."
"Those born into the grind of the net and the violence of the net war think that peace is unattainable, but if we take a look around, we see a culture that's deadened our minds. No significant progress has been made towards peace because people are too lazy and satisfied with the status quo! It's easier to fight than reason! So we sit in this stagnant environment without ever pursuing all of our options-!" she ranted, finally beginning to flail her hands without thinking about it. Load dived in front of her to protect her modesty, then grabbed her hand and put it back where it needed to be. "Th-thank you, Load! Anyway, in conclusion, no combat-enabled entity is beyond reformation."
"Sorry if I offended ya, buddy," Cruz shrugged, sounding wholely insincere, "but I think I know my friend well enough to know she wouldn't pull out a gun and run around naked if she had given you permission to be in here."
"You had Load held to the floor and watched me exit the shower after announcing my nudity several times and you're calling that self defense?" Prez continued dubiously. "Besides, working with that woman is bad enough. She's the worst kind of villain: a weapon fetishist who will only be satisfied exercising that twisted whim on the battlefield. Even she is not beyond saving, but first we need to cut her ties to her hobby."
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...Sigh. Why was he even bothering with logic against hippies? Oh, right, hot naked chick. Of course. Though, one thing about what they said bothered him a bit..."Hang on a sec! I take offense to the whole deleting all viruses thing! Uh, Navis and viruses can totally live together!" ...While he really did believe that to an extent - like anything else, viruses could be useful - the way he phrased that made him want to gag. "Yeah, yeah, I bet you don't think I really think that. Well, I'll prove it!" With a snap of his fingers, a purple, smaller than normal Spikey appeared next to SharpMan. It looked around for a moment, and started sniffing around. The vehicle was decidedly nothing like the relatively sterile PET it tended to occupy. "See? My own SP is a virus! And it's not just something designed to look like one, either. I found some weird Spikey-like data on the Net, and I used it to make this guy! I just call him Spikey, to keep things simple." ...Was he going to tell them that he got said data by mercilessly killing a giant Spikey-like beast after he kidnapped all her children? Not a snowball's chance in Hades Isle.
The pseudo-virus proceeded to walk over to Prez, and gave her a sniff. It looked up at her, expectantly, almost as if demanding that she pet it or something. Its master remained entirely silent, in part because he was hoping his SP could distract everyone long enough for him to race out (and possibly get one more glimpse at exposed backside as he did so), and partly because he was half hoping that she'd mess up and make a revelation or two. Preferably two.
The pseudo-virus proceeded to walk over to Prez, and gave her a sniff. It looked up at her, expectantly, almost as if demanding that she pet it or something. Its master remained entirely silent, in part because he was hoping his SP could distract everyone long enough for him to race out (and possibly get one more glimpse at exposed backside as he did so), and partly because he was half hoping that she'd mess up and make a revelation or two. Preferably two.
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Thankfully for SharpMan, if there was one thing that a tank full of half-android hippy terrorist women seemed to be able to agree on, it was puppies. Sparing no further words to try to persuade SharpMan one way or the other, Prez and Load sat down to play with the dog. Load stroked its back with comical gentleness so as not to crush the creature with her metallic arms while Prez seemed to forget about her nakedness altogether, getting down on all fours. Only her hair and a few miracles of perspective kept the sensitive parts of her naked body from being visible. She shook her hips unconsciously like she was waggling a tail and offered her palm out to the dog. "I've never seen one trained before! And he's so little," she cooed. She had dropped her gun onto the rug but her hat was still pressed against the floor beneath one of her hands.
Cruz frowned and crossed her arms; her giant shades otherwise hid her expression. "Yo girls, let's keep an eye on this guy," she reminded them. Annoyingly, she seemed to be the only one not distracted by the dog and she was still in the way of the exit.
"I know you love dogs, Cruz!" Prez giggled, looking less like a terrorist leader now and more like a naked co-ed posing for a particularly scandalous shoot without a care in the world.
"Geez, Prez! Remember your element too!" Cruz further complained, sounding remiss that she wasn't getting in on the rare dog visitation. "If that Spikey lights ya on fire, I'm just gonna laugh..."
"Noooo, not this sweet little guy! Who's a good boy?" she inquired, lying down on her front and rubbing his chops with both hands playfully. From this view, it was pretty easy for SharpMan to see her butt as clearly as he wanted, although she was only slightly redeeming her modesty by facing towards him father than away. It was starting to get to the point where one could easily be jealous of Sharp-Man's-Best-Friend.
Cruz frowned and crossed her arms; her giant shades otherwise hid her expression. "Yo girls, let's keep an eye on this guy," she reminded them. Annoyingly, she seemed to be the only one not distracted by the dog and she was still in the way of the exit.
"I know you love dogs, Cruz!" Prez giggled, looking less like a terrorist leader now and more like a naked co-ed posing for a particularly scandalous shoot without a care in the world.
"Geez, Prez! Remember your element too!" Cruz further complained, sounding remiss that she wasn't getting in on the rare dog visitation. "If that Spikey lights ya on fire, I'm just gonna laugh..."
"Noooo, not this sweet little guy! Who's a good boy?" she inquired, lying down on her front and rubbing his chops with both hands playfully. From this view, it was pretty easy for SharpMan to see her butt as clearly as he wanted, although she was only slightly redeeming her modesty by facing towards him father than away. It was starting to get to the point where one could easily be jealous of Sharp-Man's-Best-Friend.
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Well, that went almost perfectly on both fronts. Not only were two of the three now completely and utterly distracted, but he was now getting a nice eyeful of Prez's rear. As a bonus, Cruz basically blabbed the element of their leader to him. He didn't really intend to utilize that information, though, considering...well, look at her. What sort of man would willing try to slice that up? That required a more...gentle touch.
As for his Spikey, he was more than happy to just stand there, and enjoy being petted on by the girls. He even started to wag his stubby tail, perfectly content with the situation. Contrary to Cruz's remark, it wasn't feeling much like shooting fireballs.
Nor was his owner particularly wanting to order such. But, until all three were sufficiently distracted, it was too risky to try and escape now. As such, SharpMan was forced to continue biding his time, waiting for Cruz to inevitably give in to his SP's adorableness and join the party. Not hurting that cause was his Spikey rolling over, looking expectantly at the other Navis, as though demanding that they rub his belly.
As for his Spikey, he was more than happy to just stand there, and enjoy being petted on by the girls. He even started to wag his stubby tail, perfectly content with the situation. Contrary to Cruz's remark, it wasn't feeling much like shooting fireballs.
Nor was his owner particularly wanting to order such. But, until all three were sufficiently distracted, it was too risky to try and escape now. As such, SharpMan was forced to continue biding his time, waiting for Cruz to inevitably give in to his SP's adorableness and join the party. Not hurting that cause was his Spikey rolling over, looking expectantly at the other Navis, as though demanding that they rub his belly.
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The two navis showed no sign of letting the call for belly rubs go unanswered and immediately fell to giving the Spikey what he wanted. Prez kept going on about what a cute and lovable dog he was; it seemed like Exorcist may have been the same way sigh those puppies earlier if she hadn't been as fervently anti-virus-life as Prez was pro-virus life. Load rubbed slowly and carefully so as to avoid turning the Spikey into a stain on the ATV's rug.
Cruz noticed SharpMan watching their leader's admittedly attention grabbing naked buttocks and decided enough was enough. "We're gonna step outside for a moment, boss," she muttered, pausing to flick a comb out of a compartment in her android wrist. She ran the comb over the slick of her hair, which immediately settled back into that frontward spike, then grabbed SharpMan and flew outside...
... If outside had been the end of it, that wouldn't have been so bad, bit instead she started climbing, gaining altitude at an absurd rate. SharpMan could already see the form of TerrorMan shooting by them, close enough to reach out and touch. "Alright, bozo. I like a good dog but I hate a bad guy. But I'm not a bad woman myself and I know that you probably took this mission thinking you were fighting terrorists. In actuality, we're the good ones and she's the bad one. If you agree, nod your head 'yes' and tell me what she offered you. We'll see if we can match it in exchange for you screwing up her war toys instead of messing with our junk? Sound cozy?" she finished, staring down at him as he dangled beneath her from one arm's grip.
At this point, if it didn't sound cozy, his ostensible options were to jack out, make her release him and then figure out how to not splatter on the homepage floor, or otherwise reach over and hang on to the tremendous terror machine for dear life before Cruz got any higher into the air.
Cruz noticed SharpMan watching their leader's admittedly attention grabbing naked buttocks and decided enough was enough. "We're gonna step outside for a moment, boss," she muttered, pausing to flick a comb out of a compartment in her android wrist. She ran the comb over the slick of her hair, which immediately settled back into that frontward spike, then grabbed SharpMan and flew outside...
... If outside had been the end of it, that wouldn't have been so bad, bit instead she started climbing, gaining altitude at an absurd rate. SharpMan could already see the form of TerrorMan shooting by them, close enough to reach out and touch. "Alright, bozo. I like a good dog but I hate a bad guy. But I'm not a bad woman myself and I know that you probably took this mission thinking you were fighting terrorists. In actuality, we're the good ones and she's the bad one. If you agree, nod your head 'yes' and tell me what she offered you. We'll see if we can match it in exchange for you screwing up her war toys instead of messing with our junk? Sound cozy?" she finished, staring down at him as he dangled beneath her from one arm's grip.
At this point, if it didn't sound cozy, his ostensible options were to jack out, make her release him and then figure out how to not splatter on the homepage floor, or otherwise reach over and hang on to the tremendous terror machine for dear life before Cruz got any higher into the air.