And after some walking, Recon found himself a small group of viruses: pairs of boxers and knights practicing their martial arts. At first they didn't seem to mind the Navi, but one happened to see his rifle, causing the entire group to fly into a collective rage. With flaming fists and swords at the ready, they wanted nothing more than to destroy him, just like that.
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: 60 HP
ChampuA: 60 HP
ChampuB: 60 HP
Swordy-NB: 60 HP
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 90 HP
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
---Battle Three, Ready
===Distance vs. Non-Distance
+++BEGIN!
Welcome Back, Recon
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As Steve looked through the PET screen and saw the new set of enemies, he calculated the odds of Recon surviving this battle unscathed. They didn't look too good.
Okay, you've had it easy so far, but four foes of these kind mean you're gonna have to play it safe and watch yourself, Steve warned.
But they're so far away, what could they possibly do? Recon wondered.
Steve let out a sigh. After you come out, I'm sitting you down and making you watch a full library documentary on all virii and battlechips. All those guys can zoom forward, smack you down with lightning speed, and teleport back.
Recon thought about this. So what's the plan? he asked.
Take out as much as we can without moving with the stuff you're used to. Once that's gone, we'll then switch to something new and hope your parrying skills are quick to return. Steve grabbed the Shotgun and Guard chips and downloaded them into the PET.
As the download process started changing Recon's body, Steve issued a warning. These virii are tougher than the ones you're fought against so far. You won't be able to take them out in one hit, so we'll have to work on them slowly and one at a time, if possible, Steve explained.
Recon was getting used to these "battlechips", but the whole idea still seemed funny. Why couldn't the virii download battlechips too? Why did their operators allow their deletion so easily? Were they that weak that they weren't worth saving?
The Shotgun once again shifted Recon's right hand and arm back into the so-far successful gun of wider-spread destruction, the Guard shield also returned, the hard disk of protection taking its place on his left. Instantly hiding behind it, he looked to the rest of the field, namely, where he had to fire.
At your service, the targeting system chimed on cue.
Do...do you have a name? he asked.
...Name? I'm you EAAS. My job is to assist your targeting. it told.
We have to give you a name, he replied as the red circles closed in on one of the Swordys. Left to right, left to right. he repeated to himself as the aim settled on his first target.
Target locked on, the system confirmed.
Edging his arm away from the protection of the shield, Recon charged the shot, closing his focus on the sworded foe. What if he moves? he asked.
Fire before that happens. Like NOw.
As if on command, Recon fired the energy towards his foe, assisted by his exceedingly good focus.
Quick, follow it up with the S-99. Steve urged.
Deploying then. he replied as the sniper swung itself into position over his shoulder. The angle was extremely good: it allowed Recon to remain mostly under the Guard defense while still poking the sniper out into the battle.
Geez, I can't see a thing, he complained.
That's why you have me, the computer reminded him, and as he stared forward, red lines shifted into place, and within seconds Recon had a red-phase view of the area.
How...how are you doing that? Recon questioned the AI, puzzled at how he could now see.
Infra-red phase-shifting sight. It's not perfect, but the Guard shield isn't solid-phase technology, so I can see right though it and draw a picture for you. Aiming at last target. As if the picture wasn't confusing enough for Recon, the two shifting circles reappeared and began closing down on the red-stick image of the same Swordy.
The circles finally crossed and over-lapped. Recon smiled. Firing he confirmed as the S-99 rifle blasted its ammunition towards the enemy.
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[T1] Guard [Up to 60 Reflective Damage] => Deployed
[T2] Shotgun [50 Damage + Spread1 +[i]Seeking[/i]] @ Swordy-NA +> ChampyA
[T3] S-99 [40 Damage + Phasing] @ Swordy-NA]
Recon: 90 / 100 HP
S-99 [<<]
Okay, you've had it easy so far, but four foes of these kind mean you're gonna have to play it safe and watch yourself, Steve warned.
But they're so far away, what could they possibly do? Recon wondered.
Steve let out a sigh. After you come out, I'm sitting you down and making you watch a full library documentary on all virii and battlechips. All those guys can zoom forward, smack you down with lightning speed, and teleport back.
Recon thought about this. So what's the plan? he asked.
Take out as much as we can without moving with the stuff you're used to. Once that's gone, we'll then switch to something new and hope your parrying skills are quick to return. Steve grabbed the Shotgun and Guard chips and downloaded them into the PET.
As the download process started changing Recon's body, Steve issued a warning. These virii are tougher than the ones you're fought against so far. You won't be able to take them out in one hit, so we'll have to work on them slowly and one at a time, if possible, Steve explained.
Recon was getting used to these "battlechips", but the whole idea still seemed funny. Why couldn't the virii download battlechips too? Why did their operators allow their deletion so easily? Were they that weak that they weren't worth saving?
The Shotgun once again shifted Recon's right hand and arm back into the so-far successful gun of wider-spread destruction, the Guard shield also returned, the hard disk of protection taking its place on his left. Instantly hiding behind it, he looked to the rest of the field, namely, where he had to fire.
At your service, the targeting system chimed on cue.
Do...do you have a name? he asked.
...Name? I'm you EAAS. My job is to assist your targeting. it told.
We have to give you a name, he replied as the red circles closed in on one of the Swordys. Left to right, left to right. he repeated to himself as the aim settled on his first target.
Target locked on, the system confirmed.
Edging his arm away from the protection of the shield, Recon charged the shot, closing his focus on the sworded foe. What if he moves? he asked.
Fire before that happens. Like NOw.
As if on command, Recon fired the energy towards his foe, assisted by his exceedingly good focus.
Quick, follow it up with the S-99. Steve urged.
Deploying then. he replied as the sniper swung itself into position over his shoulder. The angle was extremely good: it allowed Recon to remain mostly under the Guard defense while still poking the sniper out into the battle.
Geez, I can't see a thing, he complained.
That's why you have me, the computer reminded him, and as he stared forward, red lines shifted into place, and within seconds Recon had a red-phase view of the area.
How...how are you doing that? Recon questioned the AI, puzzled at how he could now see.
Infra-red phase-shifting sight. It's not perfect, but the Guard shield isn't solid-phase technology, so I can see right though it and draw a picture for you. Aiming at last target. As if the picture wasn't confusing enough for Recon, the two shifting circles reappeared and began closing down on the red-stick image of the same Swordy.
The circles finally crossed and over-lapped. Recon smiled. Firing he confirmed as the S-99 rifle blasted its ammunition towards the enemy.
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[T1] Guard [Up to 60 Reflective Damage] => Deployed
[T2] Shotgun [50 Damage + Spread1 +[i]Seeking[/i]] @ Swordy-NA +> ChampyA
[T3] S-99 [40 Damage + Phasing] @ Swordy-NA]
Recon: 90 / 100 HP
S-99 [<<]
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Lifting a Guard up to bear, Recon started his assault, with a Shotgun to a Swordy's face, which also hit the Champu behind it, damaging both critically. Naturally, both viruses were not happy about this development, and warped up to Recon in order to deliver an assault. The first swiped its sword against Recon's shield, and promptly got a massive counter returned to its face. The shield was then spent, and Recon then got a faceful of fist before his rifle fired, and deleted the virus. (10x2) The other Champu did stuff as well, but its punches were driven off course by the sound of Recon's rifle, and they both missed. The last Swordy warped to the side of the Champu and took a swipe at Recon, greatly reducing his health by even more. (30)
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: DELETED
ChampuA: DELETED
ChampuB: 60 HP
Swordy-NB: 60 HP
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 40 HP
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: DELETED
ChampuA: DELETED
ChampuB: 60 HP
Swordy-NB: 60 HP
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 40 HP
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
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The first Swordy attack was expected. In fact, Recon thought he was doing great as the enemy slowly crumbled and turned into nothing but random fragments as it began the dissemination process. However, the Champy's boxing fists were completely unguarded, and then complemented by the second Swordy's slash. Both attacks were true, and caused the stumbled navi to faulter.
Get with it, Recon, his operator voiced. But no response came back. Recon, Steve called out again, but Recon's mind, for that split second, was suddenly elsewhere...
Can you believe that we passed? a smaller pink navi whispered, nudging Recon in the side.
Quiet, this is a presentation, Recon whispered back, pushing her away. Two other navis stood by their sides, the one next to Recon a taller red male, and the one next to "Pink" another female, but Recon's height and light blue.
Ooh, Recon's gonna be a protective division navi, the girl cooed, again nudging Recon. "Blue" rolled her eyes. Ooh, big whoop, she sneered.
That's it, you better lear- he began, but was cut off as the curtains in front of them pulled back to reveal a large crowd of civilian navis, as well as a monitor on which the real world could see the stage as well. The voice that had been booming to the crowd was now audible to the four.
And now, let's meet those whose shall be there in those times of peril, And with that a large spotlight flooded Recon's vision, causing him to almost stumble as he walked forward. A large, well-built gray navi waited on the stage, with an emblem-coder positioned next to him. The announcer, who had already been talking for some time, continued. First of all, I'd like to introduce the weapons carrier of this team. I give you Recon! and the crowd went wild.
As he stood tall on stage, the gray navi stepped forward and placed the device on his shoulders. Is this good? he asked.
Perfect, Recon replied, as the machine clamped down, hissing slightly as it did so. When it detached, the new emblem insignia flashed three times, and then remained dull.
Get with it, Recon, a new voice replied, twisting the vision out of context.
Great work, son. You're a fully-fledged network navigator now, he confirmed, presenting Recon's weapon of choice, the S-99 Sniper Rifle. This is yours to keep now.
Recon, the voice called out again.
With this weapon I proclaim you Recon, militant 15351514. Make us proud.
RECON, Steve practically yelled.
Hmm? Recon slurred, snapping back to reality.
I believe your operator wants your attention, the EAAS reported.
Huh, what? he questioned, still dozey.
Don't you "what" me, Steve growled. Deploy the shield, fire the cannon, and get back in the battle, he commanded, beginning to get annoyed.
What Can... he began to say, but as his attention refocused on the battle on hand, Recon realised that the Shield and Cannon were already attached, loaded, and command-ready. What happened?
You seemed to have drifted off for a second, the system confirmed, as it began the lock-on procedure. As the circles began to focus on the Champy, Steve pondered the decision made without him.
No. Take the Swordy, it does more damage.
As you wish, it replied as the focus switched targets.
Recon grabbed the edge of the shield, which had taken form under his left arm, and lifted it up into battle position. It was slightly lighter, but Recon assumed that was due to its inability to reflect an attack. Nevertheless, it was free defense, which was always a good thing. Nothing to complain about, really.
As the Cannon's impervious data began to charge inside the canister, Recon put his attention on the Swordy. Let's see you take a slice at this, he chuckled as he finalised the scope and rectified with the targeting system. Firing, he reported as the Cannon once again charged forth towards its desired foe.
Don't do that again, said Steve. You're not good at comedy, and knowing your luck, it'll probably take the shot and hurt you anyway.
Whatever, Recon replied as he began to strafe across the field, heading towards the enemy and watching out for the cracked panels he'd seen lining the area. You just keep me updated on what's next.
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[T1] NCP: Shield [Deploy, 1 Hit]
[T2] B/C: Cannon [40 Damage + Knockback + [i]Seeking[/i]] @ SwordyN-B
[T3] RPA: Dodge / Prepare
Recon: 40 / 100 HP
[>~] S-99
[Ooc: I know I didn't RP my actions well, but I like plotlines more than speaking my actions. ^_^]
Get with it, Recon, his operator voiced. But no response came back. Recon, Steve called out again, but Recon's mind, for that split second, was suddenly elsewhere...
Can you believe that we passed? a smaller pink navi whispered, nudging Recon in the side.
Quiet, this is a presentation, Recon whispered back, pushing her away. Two other navis stood by their sides, the one next to Recon a taller red male, and the one next to "Pink" another female, but Recon's height and light blue.
Ooh, Recon's gonna be a protective division navi, the girl cooed, again nudging Recon. "Blue" rolled her eyes. Ooh, big whoop, she sneered.
That's it, you better lear- he began, but was cut off as the curtains in front of them pulled back to reveal a large crowd of civilian navis, as well as a monitor on which the real world could see the stage as well. The voice that had been booming to the crowd was now audible to the four.
And now, let's meet those whose shall be there in those times of peril, And with that a large spotlight flooded Recon's vision, causing him to almost stumble as he walked forward. A large, well-built gray navi waited on the stage, with an emblem-coder positioned next to him. The announcer, who had already been talking for some time, continued. First of all, I'd like to introduce the weapons carrier of this team. I give you Recon! and the crowd went wild.
As he stood tall on stage, the gray navi stepped forward and placed the device on his shoulders. Is this good? he asked.
Perfect, Recon replied, as the machine clamped down, hissing slightly as it did so. When it detached, the new emblem insignia flashed three times, and then remained dull.
Get with it, Recon, a new voice replied, twisting the vision out of context.
Great work, son. You're a fully-fledged network navigator now, he confirmed, presenting Recon's weapon of choice, the S-99 Sniper Rifle. This is yours to keep now.
Recon, the voice called out again.
With this weapon I proclaim you Recon, militant 15351514. Make us proud.
RECON, Steve practically yelled.
Hmm? Recon slurred, snapping back to reality.
I believe your operator wants your attention, the EAAS reported.
Huh, what? he questioned, still dozey.
Don't you "what" me, Steve growled. Deploy the shield, fire the cannon, and get back in the battle, he commanded, beginning to get annoyed.
What Can... he began to say, but as his attention refocused on the battle on hand, Recon realised that the Shield and Cannon were already attached, loaded, and command-ready. What happened?
You seemed to have drifted off for a second, the system confirmed, as it began the lock-on procedure. As the circles began to focus on the Champy, Steve pondered the decision made without him.
No. Take the Swordy, it does more damage.
As you wish, it replied as the focus switched targets.
Recon grabbed the edge of the shield, which had taken form under his left arm, and lifted it up into battle position. It was slightly lighter, but Recon assumed that was due to its inability to reflect an attack. Nevertheless, it was free defense, which was always a good thing. Nothing to complain about, really.
As the Cannon's impervious data began to charge inside the canister, Recon put his attention on the Swordy. Let's see you take a slice at this, he chuckled as he finalised the scope and rectified with the targeting system. Firing, he reported as the Cannon once again charged forth towards its desired foe.
Don't do that again, said Steve. You're not good at comedy, and knowing your luck, it'll probably take the shot and hurt you anyway.
Whatever, Recon replied as he began to strafe across the field, heading towards the enemy and watching out for the cracked panels he'd seen lining the area. You just keep me updated on what's next.
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[T1] NCP: Shield [Deploy, 1 Hit]
[T2] B/C: Cannon [40 Damage + Knockback + [i]Seeking[/i]] @ SwordyN-B
[T3] RPA: Dodge / Prepare
Recon: 40 / 100 HP
[>~] S-99
[Ooc: I know I didn't RP my actions well, but I like plotlines more than speaking my actions. ^_^]
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As Recon raised his shields, the Swordy came in for another swipe, but was suddenly knocked away with the force of Recon's Cannon burst. The other Champu warped in to deliver a follow-up smacking, yet the marksman Navi still managed to evade the blows with ease.
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: DELETED
ChampuA: DELETED
ChampuB: 60 HP
Swordy-NB: 20 HP
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 40 HP [Shield]
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: DELETED
ChampuA: DELETED
ChampuB: 60 HP
Swordy-NB: 20 HP
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 40 HP [Shield]
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
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Steve looked on at the battle, still not impressed with Recon's hit/be-hit ratio. Was this the navi he remembered? Still too soon to tell. As an opportunity presented itself, Steve grabbed the last unused chip in the folder and began the download.
As Recon was still ducking from the last attack, his hand reverted back to its usual form. What happened next was a rather big surprise: his fingers merged into three large bumps, and without warning suddenly shot out at a great pace, extending into three large claws, strong and sharp.
Hey, you trying to hurt me down here? he accused of his operator, not expecting the nasty-looking hand.
That's all you've got, so use it, he replied. Clench it together and backhand that Swordy into the last Champy.
As Recon flexed the claws, he discovered what Steve said was right: the blades could come together into either a fist-shape, or curve out to form a scoop. Choosing the fist configuration, Recon took a leap forward and swung at the Swordy, aiming particularly at the sword. Take this! he yelled as the force of the punch shot forward.
If that attack carries through, and you move quickly, you could be ready for a second attack on the remaining foe, the targeting voice posed to its master.
Geez, that's gonna depend on how far the punch carries, Recon commented.
If it does, you'll wanna be here, it reported, indicating a mark through the visor.
Okay, he replied, uneasy about moving across cracked panels. Moving out.
As he moved he continued to jump from panel to panel. He was near the edge now, and one wrong step could mean trouble and humiliation if anybody saw. Recon could only hope that his judgment was right and that the EAAS knew what it was doing.
You're almost there, but stay to the right, it warned before Recon started jumping into obvious cracks. As the navi reached the spot, it unclenched its fist.
Swipe now? he asked.
YES, YES, NOW! it almost shouted as the force reached the location. This bold move's chance of success would all depend on if both virii had been caught in the exchange of damage.
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[R1] B/C: RageClaw [#####<] [20 Damage + Impact] Punch SwordyN-B into ChampyB
[R2] RPA: Move to predicted collision zone for range of next attack.
[R3] B/C: RageClaw [####<~] [40 Damage + Slashing] @ ChampyB
Recon: 40 / 100 HP [Shield, 1 Hit]
[#>] S-99
As Recon was still ducking from the last attack, his hand reverted back to its usual form. What happened next was a rather big surprise: his fingers merged into three large bumps, and without warning suddenly shot out at a great pace, extending into three large claws, strong and sharp.
Hey, you trying to hurt me down here? he accused of his operator, not expecting the nasty-looking hand.
That's all you've got, so use it, he replied. Clench it together and backhand that Swordy into the last Champy.
As Recon flexed the claws, he discovered what Steve said was right: the blades could come together into either a fist-shape, or curve out to form a scoop. Choosing the fist configuration, Recon took a leap forward and swung at the Swordy, aiming particularly at the sword. Take this! he yelled as the force of the punch shot forward.
If that attack carries through, and you move quickly, you could be ready for a second attack on the remaining foe, the targeting voice posed to its master.
Geez, that's gonna depend on how far the punch carries, Recon commented.
If it does, you'll wanna be here, it reported, indicating a mark through the visor.
Okay, he replied, uneasy about moving across cracked panels. Moving out.
As he moved he continued to jump from panel to panel. He was near the edge now, and one wrong step could mean trouble and humiliation if anybody saw. Recon could only hope that his judgment was right and that the EAAS knew what it was doing.
You're almost there, but stay to the right, it warned before Recon started jumping into obvious cracks. As the navi reached the spot, it unclenched its fist.
Swipe now? he asked.
YES, YES, NOW! it almost shouted as the force reached the location. This bold move's chance of success would all depend on if both virii had been caught in the exchange of damage.
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[R1] B/C: RageClaw [#####<] [20 Damage + Impact] Punch SwordyN-B into ChampyB
[R2] RPA: Move to predicted collision zone for range of next attack.
[R3] B/C: RageClaw [####<~] [40 Damage + Slashing] @ ChampyB
Recon: 40 / 100 HP [Shield, 1 Hit]
[#>] S-99
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Recon was surprisingly daft with using his new melee weapon as he smashed the Champu against the Swordy, pushing the knight-like virus into a critical state and literally explode as it was deleted. The Champu was still up and running, and immediately spotted Recon heading towards him with the claw ready at hand. In retaliation, the virus struck two swift jabs into the air, rippling out two fiery fists that first broke the navi's defense and struck Recon's gut.
However, the attack didn't change Recon's determination to end the battle as one quick swipe with his rageclaw promptly took care of the virus...
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: DELETED
ChampuA: DELETED
ChampuB: DELETED
Swordy-NB: DELETED
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 30 HP [Shield Broken]
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
-BATTLE WON!-
250z + [Sword] Battlechip
However, the attack didn't change Recon's determination to end the battle as one quick swipe with his rageclaw promptly took care of the virus...
---MeleeViruses---
Swordy-NA: DELETED
ChampuA: DELETED
ChampuB: DELETED
Swordy-NB: DELETED
---Sissy Ranged Navi---
Recon.EXE: 30 HP [Shield Broken]
Terrain: 90% Normal, 10% Cracked (outlying areas)
-BATTLE WON!-
250
Sword
Damage: 80 + Slashing
Accuracy: B
Description: Creates a sword made of solidified energy, with a very short blade. Hits one target per slash
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks automatically after 6 swings.
Element: Null
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One final slash, and the fight was over. Round 3 to Recon.
That's gonna leave a mark, Recon commented as he noticed a few gashes in his armor. What was usually solid plates had dents and scratches, and some slight scaulds as well. What do I do to fix this?
You've got two choices, Steve replied. Either I can send you some energy packs, which will give you temporary relief, or I can pull you out and fix you up fully in my PET.
PET? the navi asked.
On second thought, come back, I've got questions that need answering, Steve discussed out loud.
Recon walked over to a large data fragment left behind by one of the Swordys, collecting it with his right hand. This'll be useful, I imaginge, he told himself. His body began to disseminate and pull apart as the network connection called Recon's core data back into the handheld device, calling the new battlechip data along with it.
[[[ENEMY DEFEATED]]]
GET ZENNY: 250 (480=>730)
GET BATTLECHIP: Sword [80 Dmg + Slashing, x6 Uses] {B}
[[[LEVEL UP!]]]
Sets of 5 Battlechips: 0 => 1
Level: 0 => 1
* Navi Jackout *
<<< Back to ACDC: Familiar Faces <<<
That's gonna leave a mark, Recon commented as he noticed a few gashes in his armor. What was usually solid plates had dents and scratches, and some slight scaulds as well. What do I do to fix this?
You've got two choices, Steve replied. Either I can send you some energy packs, which will give you temporary relief, or I can pull you out and fix you up fully in my PET.
PET? the navi asked.
On second thought, come back, I've got questions that need answering, Steve discussed out loud.
Recon walked over to a large data fragment left behind by one of the Swordys, collecting it with his right hand. This'll be useful, I imaginge, he told himself. His body began to disseminate and pull apart as the network connection called Recon's core data back into the handheld device, calling the new battlechip data along with it.
[[[ENEMY DEFEATED]]]
GET ZENNY: 250 (480=>730)
GET BATTLECHIP: Sword [80 Dmg + Slashing, x6 Uses] {B}
[[[LEVEL UP!]]]
Sets of 5 Battlechips: 0 => 1
Level: 0 => 1
* Navi Jackout *
<<< Back to ACDC: Familiar Faces <<<
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As Recon left the network, the area was clear. Or was it...
A navi stepped out from the shadows that had been on the other side of the area seperated by cracked panels. Looking at the resulting damage, she put her finger to her ear. Yes, he's out of hiberati....... no, I wasn't watching for....... but his memor....... I was told that....... you can't do th....... you WON'T DO THAT. With frustration in her voice she stopped talking and ended what must have been a conversation with somebody. Playing with the bracelet in her hand, she turned and headed back to the shadows. As she walked away, she whispered something under her breath.
Welcome back, Recon.
A navi stepped out from the shadows that had been on the other side of the area seperated by cracked panels. Looking at the resulting damage, she put her finger to her ear. Yes, he's out of hiberati....... no, I wasn't watching for....... but his memor....... I was told that....... you can't do th....... you WON'T DO THAT. With frustration in her voice she stopped talking and ended what must have been a conversation with somebody. Playing with the bracelet in her hand, she turned and headed back to the shadows. As she walked away, she whispered something under her breath.
Welcome back, Recon.