"Oh bloody hell...." Wes muttered as he saw the group of enemies on his screen. He pulled out a chip and slotted it in, "Had the damn Netpolice told us things were this bad, I would've tried to arrange for more back up.... why does it seem like those guys are always shafting us in the information department? They did the same thing to Sensei..... Anyway, to win this, we need to go all out. Sending Aquasword! This is our trumph card, so make sure it doesn't break! I'll have Ambridge send her best chip so that Capuchin can back you up, okay?"
Junior held the Guard over his left arm as an aquamarine blade appeared on his right. He looked at Capuchin, then at the screen, "No."
"What? This is all or nothing time. We need to go all out!" Wes shouted.
"No. This is our problem. Capuchin-san's already been hurt for our sake. Having her suffer any more is not an option. Thus, I'm only using half of your plan." Wes looked like he had more to say, but realizing that nothing he could say would sway his navi's choice, he simply looked down at the ground, half sad, half frustrated.
Junior's glance ran over his Guard. In an all offensive strike, he wouldn't be needing it. He then dashed up to Capuchin, "Here, take this Guard. It should keep you safe while I make my assault. If it doesn't work, then run. I really appreciate what you've done for us so far, but I can't ask you to do any more." He heard something behind him and as he turned to the noise, he noticed that the new bugs had all finally arrived on the field to assist their friend. He needed to move now, "I really wish I had more time to get to know you and possibly sort out my feelings but... that can wait until we finish here." If we want to be optimistic about things.... "Anyway, thanks, and hope to see you later, Capu-chan." He then leaned forward and lightly kissed her cheek. With an embarassed look on his face, he gave her one last glance before turning around and dashing off towards the horde.
"All right.... I should have all the luck I need now. You five are finished!" He raised his sword high before slamming it down in front of him, attempting to beat a bug down, "Had enough? Here's some more!" He spun around, slashing at his surroundings. A mist flew from his weapon, cooling down the heated battlefield. He had one last attack left before he needed to catch his breath..... he stabbed right in front of him to clear out his way! His attacks would do some major damage but not kill them all.... but at least he should have gotten all their attention on him now. Time to take advantage of it. He ran past the group, half trying to dodge, half just trying to draw their fire away from what lay in the other direction, namely Capuchin, If I can just keep this up for just a little more.....
((1.) Hand off Guard to Capuchin
2.) Aquasword, 80 aqua, random enemy
3.) Aquasword, 80 aqua, random enemy
4.) Aquasword, 80 aqua, random enemy
5.) run past enemies/dodge))
The battling Trio
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"Wh-WHA?" Capuchin was ina state of confusion and didn't know what she should do. All she could do is watch Soulman run into battle..."WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THAT'S SUICIDE!!!!" She just stood there watching behind the guard. "A...AIDA!!! Get a chip now!!!!"
"..."
"AIDA!!!! WE HAVE TO SAVE SOULMAN!!!"
"...There's nothing we can do..."
"YES THERE IS!!!" She then ran to get him.
"DONT!" Aida hollered making her navi stop, "Don't let his sacrifice be in vain!"
"B-But...RRRGH! DAMMIT!!!!"
Summary:
1.guard
2.dodge
3.dodge
4.dodge
"..."
"AIDA!!!! WE HAVE TO SAVE SOULMAN!!!"
"...There's nothing we can do..."
"YES THERE IS!!!" She then ran to get him.
"DONT!" Aida hollered making her navi stop, "Don't let his sacrifice be in vain!"
"B-But...RRRGH! DAMMIT!!!!"
Summary:
1.guard
2.dodge
3.dodge
4.dodge
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((Sorry for the wait.))
"...There's nothing we can do..." That line seemed to trigger it. One of the Spikeys bit down hard on Junior's Aquasword, and snapped the thing clean in half with it's jaw. A second Spikey fired a Heatshot at Junior's back, and the only Debugged Spikey began to charge a Heatshot of it's own...
...Only to be cut down at the last moment, long, bloody gashes appearing all over it's body as it suddenly collapsed, revealing Drakkas standing behind it. All eyes snapped to the newcomer. "I can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I? Damn newbies." Drakkas tossed a pair of orbs at Junior, and then went to work. The pair of orbs hit Junior even as Drakkas moved onto other things, and he felt... better. Repaired would be the word.
The first of the glitched Spikeys was quickly sliced into pieces after Drakkas cut it with his Faux De Sang, and a second, creeping slowly up behind Drakkas, was stunned by a shot that fired out of the handle of his weapon.
Drakkas turned towards the stunned Spikey and stabbed the blade of his Faux De Sang deep into it's head. He then pulled the blade forward, making the gaping hole in it's head larger and larger... until it collapsed, dead.
He then turned towards the final Spikey with an almost insane grin plastered on his face, and held out his arms. The black data that constantly swirled around the glitched Spikey was quickly pulled into Drakkas' arms, stored somewhere that wasn't immediately visible. Drakkas himself almost seemed... charged, however. As if doing that had energized him.
Drakkas made a cutting motion in the air with his arm, and a wave of air pressure began to move towards the last remaining Spikey. Drakkas muttered a single word. "Run." And ran it did. The remaining Spikey ran as fast as it could away from the monstrous navi that had cut down it's comrades, the same, near-invisible wave of air pressure following him... homing in on the Spikey as it moved.
It would not survive long. Drakkas merely stood where he had before, his back to the duo he had helped.
Debugged Metool: DELETED!
Debugged Hanz: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey A: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey B: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey C: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey D: DELETED! (Well, it's as good as dead anyway.)
Drakkas: ???
Junior: 101
Capuchin: 100 (Guard1)
...Victory?
Rewards: 800z
"...There's nothing we can do..." That line seemed to trigger it. One of the Spikeys bit down hard on Junior's Aquasword, and snapped the thing clean in half with it's jaw. A second Spikey fired a Heatshot at Junior's back, and the only Debugged Spikey began to charge a Heatshot of it's own...
...Only to be cut down at the last moment, long, bloody gashes appearing all over it's body as it suddenly collapsed, revealing Drakkas standing behind it. All eyes snapped to the newcomer. "I can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I? Damn newbies." Drakkas tossed a pair of orbs at Junior, and then went to work. The pair of orbs hit Junior even as Drakkas moved onto other things, and he felt... better. Repaired would be the word.
The first of the glitched Spikeys was quickly sliced into pieces after Drakkas cut it with his Faux De Sang, and a second, creeping slowly up behind Drakkas, was stunned by a shot that fired out of the handle of his weapon.
Drakkas turned towards the stunned Spikey and stabbed the blade of his Faux De Sang deep into it's head. He then pulled the blade forward, making the gaping hole in it's head larger and larger... until it collapsed, dead.
He then turned towards the final Spikey with an almost insane grin plastered on his face, and held out his arms. The black data that constantly swirled around the glitched Spikey was quickly pulled into Drakkas' arms, stored somewhere that wasn't immediately visible. Drakkas himself almost seemed... charged, however. As if doing that had energized him.
Drakkas made a cutting motion in the air with his arm, and a wave of air pressure began to move towards the last remaining Spikey. Drakkas muttered a single word. "Run." And ran it did. The remaining Spikey ran as fast as it could away from the monstrous navi that had cut down it's comrades, the same, near-invisible wave of air pressure following him... homing in on the Spikey as it moved.
It would not survive long. Drakkas merely stood where he had before, his back to the duo he had helped.
Debugged Metool: DELETED!
Debugged Hanz: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey A: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey B: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey C: DELETED!
Debugged Spikey D: DELETED! (Well, it's as good as dead anyway.)
Drakkas: ???
Junior: 101
Capuchin: 100 (Guard1)
...Victory?
Rewards: 800z
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Capuchin gawked at this. Drakkas helped them again...but why. She had no idea what was going on in his head. She then approached him, "What are you planning Drakkas. You've actually been helping us. A strange change for you." She then walked over to Jr. "HEY! You alright!"
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Why indeed? Wes had a good idea why Drakkas had given them the debug chips. He had been sent out to test them and they had worked when he used them. However, this didn't prove very much. Any good researchers know that a single experiment's results might only be caused by coincidence and that to get solid feedback, the same experiment needed to be done multiple times. Drakkas wasn't such an idiot that he'd get so giddy over his success that he'd publish his findings prematurely. By using Capuchin and Junior, he had been able to get two more solid examples of success, which would be highly valuable to whoever sent him out on this task. But all that only explained why he had helped them earlier, not why he was assisting them now. Perhaps he did this to reward them or perhaps he would have felt bad for getting his labrats killed. Maybe he had another job for them or maybe he wanted them to feed the Netpolice false information like Wes had offered before. Or maybe... he just wanted to show off. That was always a possibility too. Whatever the reason, they would probably find out in a minute.
"Damn.... didn't think that they'd break my sword that easily. Ugh...." He rolled over, still in a bit of pain, though even that was quickly taken care of. There were still a few scrapes, but over all, he felt fine, "Thanks Drakkas... kun? San? Sama? Hmmm.... don't know which to use. Guess that really all depends on your reason for helping us. Do you still need something from us or are you doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" Hearing the voice behind him, he quickly turned around, "Oh, I'm just fine, Capuchin-chan! Nothing to worry about." He smiled and waved to show he was all right before focusing his gaze on Drakkas once more. What was he up to?
"Damn.... didn't think that they'd break my sword that easily. Ugh...." He rolled over, still in a bit of pain, though even that was quickly taken care of. There were still a few scrapes, but over all, he felt fine, "Thanks Drakkas... kun? San? Sama? Hmmm.... don't know which to use. Guess that really all depends on your reason for helping us. Do you still need something from us or are you doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" Hearing the voice behind him, he quickly turned around, "Oh, I'm just fine, Capuchin-chan! Nothing to worry about." He smiled and waved to show he was all right before focusing his gaze on Drakkas once more. What was he up to?
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She gave a smile as she made her pole appear and stayed a pretty good distance to Drakkas while in fighting stance, "Alright. Start talking! Why are you helping us! The last thing you ever did for me was stab your claws straight through my stomach. You also made my friend become a wanted criminal. I don't think someone gets a sudden change." She glared at him with her gold eye shining, "WHAT ARE YOU AFTER?!"
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"I'm..." Drakkas seemed dazed for a moment before he continued. "Right, I'm here to collect that Subchip data back from you. See, hidden in those subchips was a small... let's say a recording program. This program was recording how the Debugger subchips worked... and I need that data, as well as the lingering Debugger data, back." Drakkas held out a hand to Junior, and thrust the other towards Capuchin. "Oh, and I never heal people without a reason."
Junior and Capuchin suddenly found themselves being drained of their very data, bits and pieces of rainbow colored flecks dancing away from their bodies and towards Drakkas' hands in a beautiful dance of pain. Junior managed to survive the onslaught without being deleted, one hit point remaining; Capuchin, on the other hand, had been automatically jacked out after becoming critically injured.
Drakkas sighed. "Apparently I should have healed her a bit too... oh well, I got enough of the Debugger data from her, so the Netpolice shouldn't be able to analyze the rest." Drakkas turned his back to Junior and began to walk away... only to pause and turn his head back for a split second. "...No, not now. That girl's still watching. ...Supposed to avoid witnesses, remember?" Drakkas resumed walking for a few more paces, and then disappeared in a beam of red light which shot below the panels.
Capuchin: EJO! Lose: Nothing.
Junior: 1
Junior and Capuchin suddenly found themselves being drained of their very data, bits and pieces of rainbow colored flecks dancing away from their bodies and towards Drakkas' hands in a beautiful dance of pain. Junior managed to survive the onslaught without being deleted, one hit point remaining; Capuchin, on the other hand, had been automatically jacked out after becoming critically injured.
Drakkas sighed. "Apparently I should have healed her a bit too... oh well, I got enough of the Debugger data from her, so the Netpolice shouldn't be able to analyze the rest." Drakkas turned his back to Junior and began to walk away... only to pause and turn his head back for a split second. "...No, not now. That girl's still watching. ...Supposed to avoid witnesses, remember?" Drakkas resumed walking for a few more paces, and then disappeared in a beam of red light which shot below the panels.
Capuchin: EJO! Lose: Nothing.
Junior: 1
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Junior laid there, too weak to move, "Damn it.... why was I spared? From what she just said, she already suffered enough by his hand. Couldn't he had left her alone, for once? If any of her data is permanently damaged... I'll make sure he pays." He didn't know where Drakkas had gone, but he knew he wasn't out of danger yet. Could he jack out? "Just Drakkas it is then... no need to be polite with someone like that. Wes, check on Capuchin-chan for me!"