Mission: Sharo Military Facility

Alright then. I'm glad we have a deal, Karen said, twirling around the PET in her hand playfully with a smile. You don't really have to worry much, really. My analysis never fails, and it says that your Navi's separate subsystems are in higher sync than they realize... So! Moving on to the splitting process. From the data I got analyzing the physical structure of R.A.S.S, I can manipulate the splitting process to a certain degree of accuracy.

Karen then went over to a large console in the server room, starting up the enormous server. The screen lit up, and she tapped a few keys before a program popped up on the screen. She turned back to Suien to explain further, For instance, I can retain maximum HP integrity, but the process will need to split the initial integrity. We can control however much we need to split. Other statistics such as processor frequency, integrated attack systems, energy acceleration subroutines, as well as Battlechip input processes can be controlled as well. Heck, I can even allocate combat data collected from other Navis, those kinds you use in 'Crosses'.

She then took Suien's PET and plugged it into the console. A graphic of Rass appeared on-screen, along with some parameters to the side. Of course, I'd need some input from you, being the operator for your Navi. Here, I think you can have a go at it, since you're familiar with this kind of stuff. Allocate the stuff you need into each split. Confirm the process when you're done, and the output splits should be automatically jacked in to the server. Good luck, she finished with a small wink.

< NetNavigator: Rass.EXE >

Output Quantity: 2 (A, B)

Personality Allocation:
OutputA: [..........]
OutputB: [..........]
; (Personalities to put in each split.)

HP Integrity:
OutputA: [..........]
OutputB: [..........]
; (Current HP to give to each split. Max HP is retained at 100 for both.)

Energy Acceleration Subroutines:
OutputA: [..........]
OutputB: [..........]
; (How many Speed Upgrades for each split. Default Speed for each split is 3.)

Integrated Attack Systems:
OutputA: [..........]
OutputB: [..........]
; (Which Sig Attacks to each split.)

Battlechip Input Processes:
OutputA: [..........]
OutputB: [..........]
; (Which Chips to allocate to each split.)

Combat Data Allocation:
OutputA: [..........]
OutputB: [..........]
; (Which Crosses to give to each split.)

[Confirm Process] [Abort Process] [Exit Program]
Suien frowned as he walked over to his PET, taking the clunky device into his hands and reading through the interface that the government scientist had taken the liberty of uploading. As he glanced over the schematics that appeared on the screen, he caught a glimpse of Karen's wink out of the corner of his eye. The gesture was relatively small, but it caused Suien to feel a little bit bad for his suspicions. Government hack or not, the girl was clearly smart enough to analyze the physical structure of the R.A.S.S. to an extent comparable to his own... while at the same time, understanding the general principles behind Rass and his three subsystems. On top of all that, he *did* technically owe her his life, despite the remoteness of the facility having placed him in peril in the first place.

Realizing that he was staring, Suien broke eye contact and adjusted his glasses quickly. "I'll uh... get the battlechips allocated" he said quickly, sorting his menagerie of chips into two piles and stacking them neatly alongside his PET. He then withdrew the spare PET that Karen had given him, attached it to his own with a network cable, and typed out a complicated series of commands, attempting to synchronize the operating system between the two devices. "Given that I'll be essentially operating two netNavi's at once, I hope you don't mind me using this spare PET as a second battlechip transmission module," he explained, "With roughly a 150% increase in net system resources, I might need the spare memory to get the chips to Rass... and an extra set of screens couldn't help with monitoring."

Oh who am I kidding? This is a precaution at best... my PET alone should be able to take the additional strain, and we've got a huge display up here to monitor the battlefield, he thought, still, I feel like I've got to do everything I can to minimize risk to Rass and his subsystems... even if Karen ends up thinking that I'm some sort of paranoid operator.

...Wait, when did I start caring about what she thinks?

Shaking his head and bringing the PET microphone to bear, Suien addressed the four personalities from the real world. "I'm going to let you guys make the final decision on the split," he said, swiftly programming in a backdoor function for the predesigned input form and granting Rass access, "Just make your decision and fill out the form. I'll be ready to operate... both of you when you're all done with that."


I'm going with Rass, said Tem stubbornly.

W...What? Tem, that doesn't make any sense! protested Argo, I mean... Rasshole's the core system, and he's got Suien to back him up. Wouldn't it be better to have him go with Ishy and let you take care of the tactical voodoo on my end?

Argo, Suien's attention is going to be split between the two of us. If we're going to make it out alive, we've got to ensure that we have the most efficient allocation of resources possible. Your melee routines are, whether you realize it or not, a superb compliment to Ishamel's ranged capacities, and you managed to operate the entire fusionist protoplasm on your own during the Cybeast incident... you're the most logical choice to be split off, she said, swirling into existence on Rass' chest, Also... in the event that the resynchronization fails... well, I've gotten used to the 3L3M system operations, I'm decent at melee-and-ranged attacks, and I think I'm the best suited for multitasking. Thus, I believe I can operate as a support system for all of Rass' functions to an extent sufficient for his continued survival.

Rass and Argo looked stunned. Tem, you've been wanting to get free of Rass more than any of us, replied Argo, You don't want to be stuck in Rasshole's body if we can't get ourselves unspliced!

This is a tactical decision, Argo. Stop questioning it, growled Tem, Rass, I believe Suien has completed the majority of the fields and is awaiting your input. It's best not to keep him waiting at a time like this, since you've decided to go through with this.

Rass nodded his head, materializing a translucent control panel in front of him and beginning to type away. Truth be told, he WAS a little bit nervous about the entire undertaking. There had been numerous times in the past where sharing a body with three other entities had been an awful liability... but as he understood it, all of that was about to change... and even though the procedure had not yet begun, he found himself experiencing a tinge of regret. The fusion navi gulped as he entered in the final commands and pressed the luminous "submit" key at the bottom of the display.
As though taunting him and playing upon his uncertainty, a second screen popped up near his face. "WARNING" it read, "SUBMISSION OF THIS FORM WILL INITIALIZE SPLICING SEQUENCE. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO PROCEED?"

Rass hesitated, his finger hovering above the conspicuous "YES" button that softly glowed in the darkness. He took one final nervous glance at the three subsystems that had assembled on his chest, took a deep breath, and...


"...Alright, Rass.EXE, Argo.EXE... Jacking in, and executing," said Suien, "Take care of each other... and godspeed."

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< NetNavigator: Rass.EXE >

Output Quantity: 2 (A, B)

Current Combat Index: 18

Personality Allocation:
OutputA: [Rass.EXE, Tem.EXE]
OutputB: [Argo.EXE (PRIMARY), Ishamel.EXE]

HP Integrity:
OutputA: [70]
OutputB: [30]

Energy Acceleration Subroutines:
OutputA: [two upgrades (5 Actions)]
OutputB: [one upgrade (4 Actions)]

Integrated Attack Systems:
OutputA: [Fusionist Physics, RassBoard]
OutputB: [Fusion Restorer]

Battlechip Input Processes:
OutputA: [RockCube, Airshot, Widesword, Shotgun, ElecReel1, Sensor1, Discord, Wind, Guard1, DblBeam2, MachineSword, MiniBomb, HiCannon, SeaZone, Thunder]
OutputB: [Boomerang1, Vulcan2, MarkCannon1, Sword, Areagrab, Guard2, Wind, AuraHead1, ElecSword, CornShot1, Cactiball2, Bubbler, SideBamboo, FireHit1x2]

Combat Data Allocation:
OutputA: [SeraphimCross]
OutputB: [MeleeCross]

[[color=green]Confirm Process[/color]] [Abort Process] [Exit Program]

[>> Mission: Sharo Experimental Server]

"Bros! Bros! Bros!"

The robotic sound of the amalgamate's voice could be heard from the speakers of one of the PETs in front of Suien, signifying its successful extraction. The other would contain a reassimilated Rass, no doubt a little winded from the personality splicing being reversed in the midst of their jackout.

Ema's sigh was just as loud as the amalgamate's enthusiastic cheers, as she checked on the server's processes as best as she could. She then hurried over to a nearby cardboard box, and fished out another beaten-up PET out of it, connecting it to the terminal. From the look of the rapidly filling green progress bar on the screen and the relief on her face, it seemed that things were now going smoothly.

"Finally done?" asked Karen.

"I need a drink after this..." murmured Ema in response, though the grin on her face never seemed to leave, as Karen flashed a thumbs up. "Thank you so, so much, Suien, it's such a relief that this is done."
As his PET’s speakers emitted a ding, signifying the safe return of Rass and company, Suien breathed a sigh of relief. His fingers flew across his keyboard as he initialized his menagerie of diagnostic and scanning apps, setting them all to work on detecting any lingering system anomalies in his unconscious navi. As a multicolored array of progress bars adorned his display, plodding along at a painfully slow rate, the dark-haired netOp gradually came to the realization that, for better or for worse, there wasn’t much more he could do for Rass for the next few hours except sit and wait.


"I need a drink after this..." murmured Ema in response, though the grin on her face never seemed to leave, as Karen flashed a thumbs up. "Thank you so, so much, Suien, it's such a relief that this is done."

Relaxing back in his chair, Suien smiled wearily in response. “Likewise, I really owe you a lot for going along with our idiotic plan. Seriously, thank you for being so accommodating,” he said, “at the very least, let me buy the first round. Or, uh…”

Suien paused, eyes scanning the room in vain for a clock. “I’m not sure exactly what time it is, come to think of it. If the bars are closed, there’s a decent bottle of Netopian whiskey from the duty-free store in my bag,” he offered, gesturing to the metal doorway to the living area he had awoken in, "Either way, I'll clock out with the GNA and leave it to you. If you'd rather me get out of your collective hair, I can do that too. I just need a ride back to the airport."
"Hmm," murmured Ema, shifting her focus away briefly from the progress bar on the terminal's screen to check the time. "It does look like it's getting a little late. The bars should be open, but probably not for very long. I think we do have some vodka left in the pantry... though, what do you mean by duty-free store? I've never heard of it." she asked, looking a little confused.

"The airport has a few shops after check-in where you don't have to pay any tax, though from what I saw, everything there's pretty expensive anyway," chimed in Karen. She stood up from her chair and stretched out for a moment with a big yawn. Still looking a little sleepy for the count, she idly scratched at her cheek as she walked out the door. "I'll go get the vodka," she called from the doorway, waving her hand as she left.

"Wh--hey, you haven't even brushed your teeth yet!"

Reaching out to stop her sister didn't quite work out, as she sighed to herself. "I am kind of curious what Netopian whiskey would taste like, admittedly," she said, turning to Suien. "When is your flight scheduled to leave? Are you planning to stay in Rhinestone Alley tonight? Don't really want to keep you here if you're in a hurry to leave."
Suien paused, mulling over Ema’s words. Sure, every minute he spent in Sharo only increased the risk of complications vis-a-vis the Sharoan government. Sure, he was currently in a government - or at least government-adjacent - research facility with connections to Sharoan Black Ops. Sure, he had just strong-armed a Sharoan scientist into downloading and preserving a viral anomaly presenting, at least in part, a global catastrophic risk to networked society.

On the other hand, chicks and booze.

He glanced thoughtfully into the air before turning to Karen. “Honestly, I’m not on any strict itinerary, since I wasn’t sure how long this job would take. I flew out here in a bit of a rush and didn’t plan for any accommodations - figured I’d play it by ear,” he said, getting up from his chair and walking over to his duffel bag, “I know how fickle research servers can be, and I didn’t want to do a rush job that ends up compromising whatever it was that you were working on. Worst case, I had planned to just lay out a travel pillow and continue working through until I finished the debugging process.”

A moment later, Suien returned, holding the Glen Nanska gift set under his arm. “Suffice to say, I’m not really in any rush - just need to make my way back to Electopia in the next day or so,” he said, unboxing the garishly-decorated bottle and setting the two commemorative whiskey glasses between him and Ema. Taking in the black-and-gold design of the label, Suien smirked. “Your sister has a point. A lot of this stuff is pretty overpriced,” he remarked, uncorking the bottle, “Still, it’s the only place you can find certain promotional releases from distilleries. It’s kind of stupid, really.”

As he poured a dram for Ema and pushed it forward, his eyes locked with hers for a lingering moment. Regaining his composure, Suien continued quickly. “I uh… was a little surprised though. Figured most people who have traveled internationally have at least some experience with duty-free shops,” he said as he poured a measure of the golden-brown liquor into his own glass.

Suien was about to take a sip when he realized he had forgotten Karen. He paused for a moment, set the glass down, and started to stand. “Um… this set only came with two glasses. I think I saw a kitchen on the way in - should I grab another?”
"Really? You were planning on sleeping in here?" exclaimed Ema in surprise, leaning back against the terminal and crossing her arms. Looking up at the ceiling, she suppressed a yawn. "Then again, not really my place to say much with my sister doing the same, I guess."

As Suien left momentarily to retrieve the alcohol, she glanced towards the two PETs on the table. The one that was left to run diagnostics, she left well alone, picking up the one that was emitting a mix of excitement and static from its speakers instead. Inspecting it for a moment, she then deftly flicked the mute on the speakers, and tossed it into the earlier cardboard box. The aged plastic casing rattled about as it crashed into a few other PETs, and a complicated expression crept on Ema's face.

When Suien arrived back on the scene, however, she managed to hide her previous expression, instead focusing her attention on the luxurious-looking drink he had brought with him. "Wow, that looks expensive," she whistled. As he uncorked the bottle and poured one out for her, she peeked at the box that the bottle came in, her eyes widening as she spotted the price tag. When Suien handed her a glass, she noticed him staring at her and froze for a moment in uncertainty. Had she done something wrong? Was there a proper way to drink expensive liquor like this?

Her concern was dispelled quickly as Suien made his observation about her, though it still made her lower her head into her shoulders, trying to reduce her profile. "Ah, um..." she laughed nervously, averting her eyes away from him. "I've... never left Sharo. Only ever came as far as the departure hall at the international airport."

She looked down at the glass, and was about to down the glass, when Suien interrupted himself from doing so, causing her to jump and stop herself as well. "Oh, Karen should be getting the glasses-" she started, right as the devil herself sauntered into the server room. Karen cradled two large white bottles around one arm, and clawed three shot glasses in the other hand. The shot glasses clinked slightly as the bottles thumped down next to them.

"Here you go."

Ema smiled. "Thanks, Kare-- did you drink half of this already?! I literally just bought these yesterday!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," came the reply with an impish grin, as Karen merrily poured herself a shot from one of the bottle, clearly already half-emptied. She then pulled up a chair, set it down next to Suien, and plopped herself down. "Wanna do a toast or something?"

Ema pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ahhh, I don't care anymore. Er, thanks for the drink," she said, making sure to express her thanks to their guest, before downing half the whiskey he poured for her. She would regret her hasty action as she began to cough, but it only took her a moment to hold it down. Laughing at her sister's misstep, Karen then downed her own spirit in one go, setting down the shot glass with a thump with a satisfied sigh.

"Sorry. Feels like I got punched in the chest. Did I drink it wrong?" said Ema, clearing her throat in between sentences.
“Whoa, easy there. Are you…” started Suien, his eyes widening in concern as Ema sputtered and coughed. The dark-haired netOp instinctively leaned forward and extended his arm to support Ema’s body, placing his hand gingerly on her shoulder. This gesture of concern proved unnecessary, however, as the Sharoan researcher seemed to regain her composure with almost uncanny speed.

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"Sorry. Feels like I got punched in the chest. Did I drink it wrong?" said Ema, clearing her throat in between sentences.

“Oh… ah, no, don’t worry about it,” he said, quickly moving his hand to the back of his neck and scratching it sheepishly as he sat back down, “Truth is, I’m not exactly what one might consider an expert on the topic. The bottle is at cask strength though, so the proofage might be a fair bit higher than what you’re used to.”

Glancing toward the newly-arrived half-empty bottles of Sharoan vodka that Karen had brought in, Suien paused. Then again, maybe not, he thought.

“Anyways, I’ve heard it’s best to take it slow and enjoy the experience. Enjoy the aroma, let it linger on your palate before swallowing, allow the flavors to develop a bit before taking another sip,” he said, gently swirling his portion of the amber-colored liquid in the commemorative glass and lifting it to taste, “try to distinguish the flavors of peat, citrus, maybe a little caramel...” Suien trailed off as he noticed that Karen had already poured and downed her shot in a single gulp.

Shaking his head, he smiled. “Or, you know, just toss it back and let it ride, I guess,” he said, taking a long sip of his drink, “Seems like you’re both no strangers to booze anyways, so far be it for me to try to prattle on about the ‘right’ way to drink.”
With Suien's assistance retracted, Ema gulped down some saliva. "Ah, that's just how I'm used to drinking. I'll try sipping it a bit. It definitely does feel thicker than the usual vodka," she said. Taking the bottle, she poured in a small amount into the fancy glass that she had been given, watching the amber liquid swirl about in her hand.

"Hey, I wanna try some," said Karen. She received the bottle and poured some into her own shot glass. She also wasted no time in taking a quick sip of the liquid. From the surprised, approving murmur, it seemed like the second sister was receptive to it.

Ema decided to sniff at her glass. "It reminds me of movie theater popcorn, kind of," she said, sipping the alcohol slowly. Warmth started to rise to her cheeks as she saw Karen switch back to pouring out the vodka. A sigh escaped her lips as Karen threw back one more shot, before she turned to Suien. "Oh, uh, if you want to try the vodka, you can go ahead, but I'd probably say that it's probably not as good as the whiskey."


"Na--mtellin' ya, why do we even useese Progs? F'crying out loud, we put 'em everywhere! Like, in toilets! Even slack off, feffucksake. When yer trying to drop a load bigger than Electopia's third impact, I'd 'preciate it not givin' out on me!"

Her speech slurred heavily and slumped over the desk, Karen had just about started on the second bottle as she turned to Ema briefly, then Suien. "Fuckin'... you guys got no idea... Network techs ain't know shit about Hikari AI blackboxes 'n octodimensional synapse parameters 'n all that... Heh, betcha old man Tadashi Hikari's spinning in's casket now'at we put his shit in a goddamn coffee machine."

Next to her, Ema was still nursing her own glass, sipped from at a snail's pace, every minute or so. Her expression was looking a touch more rosy, and her body was gradually wobbling from side to side, but otherwise, she seemed to be holding it in well. For the moment, it seemed like she was watching over Karen.

"Ahaha, sorry about this," she said, for what seemed like the fifth time Suien had heard it. "It's not often I drink with someone other than family, though, so it's pretty fun. You got anyone you usually drink with?"
Suien’s face felt warm, though whether it was from Ema’s attention or the alcohol, he couldn’t quite tell. “Oh, me? Nah, it’s been a while, to tell you the truth.” he responded, conflating drinking partners with romantic partners in his inebriated headspace, “I mean sure, there was a couple.. Okay maybe just one, but… well, you know how it is.”

The dark-haired netOp gazed up at the ceiling for an awkward moment, before shaking his head and adjusting his glasses. “It’s just such a pain to meet people these days,” he said finally, taking another sip from his glass, “I mean sure, you meet loads of people every day, but it’s so difficult to make a meaningful connection. Even if you’re lucky enough to start a conversation, nobody wants to make an effort to meet up again, much less develop any sort of relationship....”

Realizing how inconsiderate his words must have sounded to the cloistered researcher, he quickly backpedaled, “I mean, I really shouldn’t complain about this sort of thing” he said quickly, “really, it’s just that I haven’t really found fulfillment in my professional life like you seem to have, so I’ve been trying to find fulfillment in… well, whatever I can get, really...” He trailed off again before taking another sip. “Er… sorry” he apologized sheepishly, “didn’t mean to be such a downer. I do appreciate the company this evening though. Really, I do.”