"You fools should know better than to stand against justice!" the Navi proclaimed through clenched teeth. "Now, witness! Art of the Dancing Blade, Thunder Heron Swoop! Hwaaaaah!" he cried, seeming to run into the air as he came in for the enemies, slashing three times with his blade and sending three thunder-charged rings flying at one ElecOgre, deleting it instantly. Before he knew it, however, the Navi was blown back and sent flying... straight into Frag!
After the crash, the NetPolice Navi rose to his feet, dusting himself off. "That hurt like hell... who would leave a box like this sitting around?" he asked, giving the disguised Navi a quick kick with his boot. He could feel the folder rumbling dangerously inside!
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: 60
MarkcannonB: 60
MarkcannonC: 60
MarkcannonD: 60
MarkcannonE: 60
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: 120
NetPoliceman: 110
Frag: 99 (:P)
Folder: 1/1 (Inside Frag)
"Where do I put this thing?"
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"Hey! Wh--" Frag let loose an indignant yell, before silencing himself, Joseph's imagined voice scolding him for losing his cover.
This was just getting worse and worse--why the hell did that idiot have to be blasted THIS way? Now the MarkCannons were targetting the both of them, and the ElecOgre--he didn't want to think about the ElecOgre. He was more worried about the folder he clutched with both arms within the cubical shell. That kick had almost knocked it out of his hands, and Joseph had told him it was fragile...
Shit. Now what? The "Box" glistened with sweat, as Frag wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this...
Stay still. Maybe he didn't hear that last yell. Maybe the viruses will distract him for a little while longer. Frag told himself, trying to calm himself down. If he blew his cover, he might as well ditch the folder. The mission would be bust.
In the real world, Joseph slid a chip into the PET. You could never be too prepared, he reasoned. And if it came down between his Navi being deleted and failing a simple mission--he'd take Frag's integrity over his honor any day.
Through the eyehole, Frag stared at the multiple red reticles on the PolicemanNavi, waiting for the viruses to fire--
This was just getting worse and worse--why the hell did that idiot have to be blasted THIS way? Now the MarkCannons were targetting the both of them, and the ElecOgre--he didn't want to think about the ElecOgre. He was more worried about the folder he clutched with both arms within the cubical shell. That kick had almost knocked it out of his hands, and Joseph had told him it was fragile...
Shit. Now what? The "Box" glistened with sweat, as Frag wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this...
Stay still. Maybe he didn't hear that last yell. Maybe the viruses will distract him for a little while longer. Frag told himself, trying to calm himself down. If he blew his cover, he might as well ditch the folder. The mission would be bust.
In the real world, Joseph slid a chip into the PET. You could never be too prepared, he reasoned. And if it came down between his Navi being deleted and failing a simple mission--he'd take Frag's integrity over his honor any day.
Through the eyehole, Frag stared at the multiple red reticles on the PolicemanNavi, waiting for the viruses to fire--
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"All right," the Navi said, facing back toward the viruses, "the next topic I bring up at the meetings is gonna be about people littering on the Net! Now, let's see if I can't shake these guys up a bit more... what have I still got? Ah, here we go!" he called, his sword charging with electric energy once again. "Time for these guys to feel the power of the justice I wield in this sword! Art of the Dancing Blade, Fist of Inevitable Demise!" he cried, his sword suddenly releasing a pulse of static as he held it above his head that began to uproot three of the Markcannons from their stands and pull them in. "Sweeping Crush Destroyer!" he shouted, jumping forward and deleting the trio with a quick slash of his sword. Panting, he fell to his knees after the slash, allowing each of the three remaining viruses to take a shot at him, filling him with bullets and sending electricity coursing through his body.
"D-damn it..." he whimpered, falling without grace onto his arms as the viruses finished their assault. "I'm not gonna be defeated already, am I? I shoulda been more careful... I'm all out of weapons..."
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: 60
MarkcannonE: 60
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: 120
NetPoliceman: 40
Frag: 99
Folder: 1/1 (Inside Frag)
"D-damn it..." he whimpered, falling without grace onto his arms as the viruses finished their assault. "I'm not gonna be defeated already, am I? I shoulda been more careful... I'm all out of weapons..."
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: 60
MarkcannonE: 60
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: 120
NetPoliceman: 40
Frag: 99
Folder: 1/1 (Inside Frag)
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"Well, Frag." Joseph uploaded his latest exchange with the NetPolice representative. "Looks like there's no clear sides--we're going to have to play dirty. Give me a sign if you want to just stun the idiot."
From what Joseph had seen with his own eyes, the NetPolice Navi was more pathetic than an actual threat. He had started this "mission" suspicious, and the seedling of doubt had only florished the more he saw of this target.
For Frag, however, it was much simpler. That bastard had kicked him. Who cared what happened to him? With a snap, the front panel flapped open as Frag lined up one of his fists with the cringing NetPolice Navi.
"Heh. Very well." Joseph tapped the command, opening the folder--
As the data packet unfolded, Frag seized the silver disk (it was really quite small, and fit snugly into his palm). With a grin spreading across his face, he whispered "Delta!" and launched his hand out of the box straight at the NetPolice Navi--
((Turn splice!
1. FarFist "silver disk" into back of NetPolice Navi
))
From what Joseph had seen with his own eyes, the NetPolice Navi was more pathetic than an actual threat. He had started this "mission" suspicious, and the seedling of doubt had only florished the more he saw of this target.
For Frag, however, it was much simpler. That bastard had kicked him. Who cared what happened to him? With a snap, the front panel flapped open as Frag lined up one of his fists with the cringing NetPolice Navi.
"Heh. Very well." Joseph tapped the command, opening the folder--
As the data packet unfolded, Frag seized the silver disk (it was really quite small, and fit snugly into his palm). With a grin spreading across his face, he whispered "Delta!" and launched his hand out of the box straight at the NetPolice Navi--
((Turn splice!
1. FarFist "silver disk" into back of NetPolice Navi
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"The odds are stacked against me," the unsuspecting Navi declared through clenched teeth, "but this is the time where heroes like I shine! Now, let's see a finishing blow!" The Navi raised the sword above his head, a number of balls of electricity now floating around it. "Art of the Dancing Blade! Superior Shining Stun Bla-" he began, before electricity coursing through his own body caused him to fall unconcious. The viruses looked like they were going to rain fire on the corpse...
Just then, Joseph's PET began to ring!
"You're recieving this message because of an incident within our organization. It appears you recieved an IPC mission from a clown trying to get revenge for a prank pulled on him earlier. Know that this type of conduct is neither endorsed nor tolerated, and the joker is no longer wearing a badge. In any case, that officer you have now put out of commission, I presume, is carrying equipment we'd rather not have to replace. As you know, these viruses tend to pilfer their targets when they take them out. If you'll return him to the base in one piece, we'll put this thing behind us and give you the .GMO for a job well done."
More viruses seem to have come in, looking for an easy kill...
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: 60
MarkcannonE: 60
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: 120
ElecOgreC: 120
ChampuA: 60
ChampuB: 60
NetPoliceman: 40 (UNCONCIOUS ON GROUND!)
Frag: 99
DAREDEVIL
DUEL 3
LET'S ROCK!
Just then, Joseph's PET began to ring!
"You're recieving this message because of an incident within our organization. It appears you recieved an IPC mission from a clown trying to get revenge for a prank pulled on him earlier. Know that this type of conduct is neither endorsed nor tolerated, and the joker is no longer wearing a badge. In any case, that officer you have now put out of commission, I presume, is carrying equipment we'd rather not have to replace. As you know, these viruses tend to pilfer their targets when they take them out. If you'll return him to the base in one piece, we'll put this thing behind us and give you the .GMO for a job well done."
More viruses seem to have come in, looking for an easy kill...
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: 60
MarkcannonE: 60
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: 120
ElecOgreC: 120
ChampuA: 60
ChampuB: 60
NetPoliceman: 40 (UNCONCIOUS ON GROUND!)
Frag: 99
DAREDEVIL
DUEL 3
LET'S ROCK!
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Twitch. Twitch. Twitch. Joseph's right eyebrow continued to jerk uncontrollably as he took in the message. "Bloody Murphy on a..." He growled, as he suddenly straightened.
Cleanup time. The metaphorical fan needed to be purged of the bullshit that had just been sent. "Frag, change of plans. Protect the idiot at all costs! Boomerang! CactBall! Hurry up! ElecOgres! Go!"
"B-bwa?" Frag sputtered, his detached arm still lingering over the back of the Navi, who was out like a lamp. His bewilderment was rudely interrupted as his body unfolded, throwing him forward in his normal form. Joseph's command sank in. Frag took off running, a bent green strip already in his grasp.
ElecOgres. Always ElecOgres. Another newcomer had joined the one that the NetNavi had failed to finish off, and they would be the main priority. Throwing his weight forward, Frag hurled off the boomerang only to immediately rear back again, this time a thorny green orb where the 40% metal chip had been. The 2nd ElecOgre's ugly mug straight in his sights, he pitched the ball with all his might before coming to a stop at the unmoving body.
"Dammit..." Frag growled, as he vacillated on the spot, unsure of which direction to cover. "Bubbler!" His quandry solved, Frag nodded at his Operator and launched a burst of suds at the approaching flaming chimps, hoping that it would be enough of a distraction for now.
His job for now would be to block any cannon shots.
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1. Boomerang1 (60 wood, multiple opponents) All virii, Main target ElecOgreB
2. Cactball1 (3 x 20 wood) ElecOgreC
3. Bubbler (50 aqua, spread) Champus
4. Cover NetPolice Navi from Markcannon shots
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Cleanup time. The metaphorical fan needed to be purged of the bullshit that had just been sent. "Frag, change of plans. Protect the idiot at all costs! Boomerang! CactBall! Hurry up! ElecOgres! Go!"
"B-bwa?" Frag sputtered, his detached arm still lingering over the back of the Navi, who was out like a lamp. His bewilderment was rudely interrupted as his body unfolded, throwing him forward in his normal form. Joseph's command sank in. Frag took off running, a bent green strip already in his grasp.
ElecOgres. Always ElecOgres. Another newcomer had joined the one that the NetNavi had failed to finish off, and they would be the main priority. Throwing his weight forward, Frag hurled off the boomerang only to immediately rear back again, this time a thorny green orb where the 40% metal chip had been. The 2nd ElecOgre's ugly mug straight in his sights, he pitched the ball with all his might before coming to a stop at the unmoving body.
"Dammit..." Frag growled, as he vacillated on the spot, unsure of which direction to cover. "Bubbler!" His quandry solved, Frag nodded at his Operator and launched a burst of suds at the approaching flaming chimps, hoping that it would be enough of a distraction for now.
His job for now would be to block any cannon shots.
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1. Boomerang1 (60 wood, multiple opponents) All virii, Main target ElecOgreB
2. Cactball1 (3 x 20 wood) ElecOgreC
3. Bubbler (50 aqua, spread) Champus
4. Cover NetPolice Navi from Markcannon shots
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The Markcannons had already detected the danger and locked onto Frag, one firing and sending a shot screaming toward him. Shrugging off the pain, the blocky Navi sent the boomerang careening through his target and crashing into the two Markcannons behind. Meanwhile, Frag sent a cactball flying toward the ElecOgre. It cut twice before the Ogre had had enough, shaking it off and exploding into electricity that fried through the Navi to hit his "cargo" as well. Frag still managed to delete both incoming Champus with his Bubbler just as they were about to throw punches.
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: DELETED!
MarkcannonE: DELETED!
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: DELETED!
ElecOgreC: 40
ChampuA: DELETED!
ChampuB: DELETED!
NetPoliceman: 10 (UNCONCIOUS ON GROUND!)
Frag: 49
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: DELETED!
MarkcannonE: DELETED!
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: DELETED!
ElecOgreC: 40
ChampuA: DELETED!
ChampuB: DELETED!
NetPoliceman: 10 (UNCONCIOUS ON GROUND!)
Frag: 49
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"You..." Frag growled, as he resisted the urge to smack the NetPolice Navi to bits himself. "Later." He told himself, relishing the thought. "Later." He grabbed his detached arm, slamming it into place with a grimace. "Later--"
"Just finish it now, will you." Joseph snapped, as he loaded a pair of chips. "The faster we finish this thing--"
"--Later." Frag snarled again, as he raised both the Heatshot and the Cannon before him, locked into position at the madly grinning ElecOgre.
Was it too much? Perhaps. But Frag's trigger finger was itching.
And ElecOgres really, really pissed him off.
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1-2. Heatshot/Cannon (40 fire, spread + 40 normal), ElecOgreC
))
"Just finish it now, will you." Joseph snapped, as he loaded a pair of chips. "The faster we finish this thing--"
"--Later." Frag snarled again, as he raised both the Heatshot and the Cannon before him, locked into position at the madly grinning ElecOgre.
Was it too much? Perhaps. But Frag's trigger finger was itching.
And ElecOgres really, really pissed him off.
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1-2. Heatshot/Cannon (40 fire, spread + 40 normal), ElecOgreC
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The ElecOgre was deleted by the dual shot just as it was about to release the deadly static blast from between its horns.
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: DELETED!
MarkcannonE: DELETED!
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: DELETED!
ElecOgreC: DELETED!
ChampuA: DELETED!
ChampuB: DELETED!
NetPoliceman: 10 (UNCONCIOUS ON GROUND!)
Frag: 49
K.O.!! YOU WIN
Reward: 400, ElecReel1
WindboxA: DELETED!
WindboxB: DELETED!
MarkcannonA: DELETED!
MarkcannonB: DELETED!
MarkcannonC: DELETED!
MarkcannonD: DELETED!
MarkcannonE: DELETED!
ElecOgreA: DELETED!
ElecOgreB: DELETED!
ElecOgreC: DELETED!
ChampuA: DELETED!
ChampuB: DELETED!
NetPoliceman: 10 (UNCONCIOUS ON GROUND!)
Frag: 49
K.O.!! YOU WIN
Reward: 400, ElecReel1
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"Now, for you..." Frag turned the Cannon to the NetPolice Navi, only to frown when his weapon faded away. "Damn chip, never there when--"
"No, you're not deleting our reward." Joseph scolded, as he checked the data collected--huh. Another ElecReel. "Pick him up--he's worth more unconscious than dead."
"But, but..." Frag sputtered, before complying. Slinging the body over his shoulder, the block Navi dissolved into a cyclone of blocks, cradling the unconscious NetPolice Navi back to Joseph's PET--
((Jacked Out!)
"No, you're not deleting our reward." Joseph scolded, as he checked the data collected--huh. Another ElecReel. "Pick him up--he's worth more unconscious than dead."
"But, but..." Frag sputtered, before complying. Slinging the body over his shoulder, the block Navi dissolved into a cyclone of blocks, cradling the unconscious NetPolice Navi back to Joseph's PET--
((Jacked Out!)