213 made waves as she landed on the ground, going through the motions of executing two more viruses quite swiftly. After that, she went about knocking the IronShield away from its defensive position, which she did quite successfully. The virus responded by turning towards her and firing a volley of bombs towards her. One of them hit her for a little bit of damage. (10)
-- ENEMIES --
IronShield: 110 HP (Shield in front, protecting itself) (Normal)
Gunner A: DELETED
Gunner B: DELETED
Piranha A: DELETED
Piranha B: DELETED
-- NAVIGATOR --
213.EXE: 90 HP (Normal)
-- TERRAIN --
10% Holy
90% Normal
(Narrow library halls. Sideways movement is difficult, if not impossible. Of course, you can always do something to the shelves...)
For the Service of the Machine
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213 lowered her head and hunched her shoulders, almost in an intimidating way towards the shield as she stalked over, her wings spread as wide around her as possible, and her fingers nibbling twisting the hilt of her long steel blade. The palm of her right hand was glowing with extra electricity, some small sparks even arching out. She sent out a request to the machine for extra aid in finishing off the final of the library viruses.
Fredrick got the request and determined the chip easily, with so few he could see the difference in the request patterns easily. He started to slot it in, but his eyes drifted back to his notes. Certain lines of text stood out to him, making him with hold the data from 213. He wanted to conformation of her processing logic.
213, not having received the data once again assumed that her request was denied and she must press forwards without the assistance. No need in waiting around for a denied request, since the logical response time of a machine was fast and undeniable. She ran forwards towards the shield, her wings traveling behind her, the steam streaking from the exhausts behind her. Her movement not slowed as she approached the shield, she placed on hand on the top of the virus, and spun herself over the enemy.
She landed behind the enemy after spinning over top of it, and raised her sword high above her head. The blade began to spark and glow with power along with both of her palms, which also gripped the handle. With a powerful downwards swing, and a loud grinding of metal, she lowered her form, keeping her wings erect and in the air, sending the large blade cutting down. She backed up, preparing for a second attack, when she recieved the data that she had requested from the machine. This confused her. She didn't have time to think about the logic of it now however, and began to send he data to her right palm.
The metal hand raised, with the hole focused directly into the back of the virus, the build up of tiny sparks of electric energy building. A wad of power and energy shot from her hand, the small sparks flying towards the ironshield with great speed. 213 stepped backwards, trying not to give much thought to the slow response of the machine. For now.
Regardless of her attempt not to think about it, Fredrick aw the noticeable drop in the faith meter on one of the hologram panels of 213's PET.
Summary
1) Tactical Movement rolling over the virus to get to its back.
2) Might of the Machine to ironshield (60 + Elec + Slashing + Self Slow)
3) Shotgun to Ironshield (50 + Spread1)
Fredrick got the request and determined the chip easily, with so few he could see the difference in the request patterns easily. He started to slot it in, but his eyes drifted back to his notes. Certain lines of text stood out to him, making him with hold the data from 213. He wanted to conformation of her processing logic.
213, not having received the data once again assumed that her request was denied and she must press forwards without the assistance. No need in waiting around for a denied request, since the logical response time of a machine was fast and undeniable. She ran forwards towards the shield, her wings traveling behind her, the steam streaking from the exhausts behind her. Her movement not slowed as she approached the shield, she placed on hand on the top of the virus, and spun herself over the enemy.
She landed behind the enemy after spinning over top of it, and raised her sword high above her head. The blade began to spark and glow with power along with both of her palms, which also gripped the handle. With a powerful downwards swing, and a loud grinding of metal, she lowered her form, keeping her wings erect and in the air, sending the large blade cutting down. She backed up, preparing for a second attack, when she recieved the data that she had requested from the machine. This confused her. She didn't have time to think about the logic of it now however, and began to send he data to her right palm.
The metal hand raised, with the hole focused directly into the back of the virus, the build up of tiny sparks of electric energy building. A wad of power and energy shot from her hand, the small sparks flying towards the ironshield with great speed. 213 stepped backwards, trying not to give much thought to the slow response of the machine. For now.
Regardless of her attempt not to think about it, Fredrick aw the noticeable drop in the faith meter on one of the hologram panels of 213's PET.
Summary
1) Tactical Movement rolling over the virus to get to its back.
2) Might of the Machine to ironshield (60 + Elec + Slashing + Self Slow)
3) Shotgun to Ironshield (50 + Spread1)
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With one last round of attacks, 213 managed to roll around the last remaining virus, executing it before it could do anything else to her.
-- ENEMIES --
IronShield: DELETED
Gunner A: DELETED
Gunner B: DELETED
Piranha A: DELETED
Piranha B: DELETED
-- NAVIGATOR --
213.EXE: 90 HP (Normal)
-- TERRAIN --
10% Holy
90% Normal
(Narrow library halls. Sideways movement is difficult, if not impossible. Of course, you can always do something to the shelves...)
-- BATTLE 04, VICTORY!! --
-- REWARDS --
700z
-- ENEMIES --
IronShield: DELETED
Gunner A: DELETED
Gunner B: DELETED
Piranha A: DELETED
Piranha B: DELETED
-- NAVIGATOR --
213.EXE: 90 HP (Normal)
-- TERRAIN --
10% Holy
90% Normal
(Narrow library halls. Sideways movement is difficult, if not impossible. Of course, you can always do something to the shelves...)
-- BATTLE 04, VICTORY!! --
-- REWARDS --
700z
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213 let her wings fall to her side as he sword slowly dropped to a casual position. She bent down and inspected the ironshield. It was one made of metal, and one in which 213 respected. It was, in its own way, part of the machine. She paid very simple respects, not wanting to waste time on useless rituals, and moved to gather the remaining data from the nets. She turned back to the shelves, which were in disorder, and began to reorganize them.
Fredrick was distracted by the new amount of money he had gathered. The side change would be nice. He wouldn't use any other money than the ones sent to him by 213 for upgrades. This experiment would be self sufficient. She did have enough however, get gather some simple upgrades from the navi parts stores near by. He wanted to keep her on her toes, but he feared that unwarranted gifts would arouse her suspicion of the experiment once again. Gifts and upgrades to make her stronger would also in turn raise her faith meter. Balancing this would be far more difficult that he thought. Simply upgrading her like a normal navi couldn't be done. He had to pay close attention to that meter. He needed to give just enough for her to remain faithful, but withhold enough so that she operates on her own. She couldn't come to rely on the machine.
"M-Angel.213," Fredrick said, assuming the booming vocal role of Uriel. "You are being removed from the network. You have done very well. The machine needed this area cleaned, and you have done it. Logically, you will be rewarded."
213 stood listening to the explanation. No change in her faith meter was a sign he hadn't overstepped her logical bounds. He nodded in a simple understanding gesture before disappearing from the nets in a loud shrill of grinding metal. Steam was all that remained after the bright light filled the netways, jacking her out at Fredrick's command.
{Jack Out}
Fredrick was distracted by the new amount of money he had gathered. The side change would be nice. He wouldn't use any other money than the ones sent to him by 213 for upgrades. This experiment would be self sufficient. She did have enough however, get gather some simple upgrades from the navi parts stores near by. He wanted to keep her on her toes, but he feared that unwarranted gifts would arouse her suspicion of the experiment once again. Gifts and upgrades to make her stronger would also in turn raise her faith meter. Balancing this would be far more difficult that he thought. Simply upgrading her like a normal navi couldn't be done. He had to pay close attention to that meter. He needed to give just enough for her to remain faithful, but withhold enough so that she operates on her own. She couldn't come to rely on the machine.
"M-Angel.213," Fredrick said, assuming the booming vocal role of Uriel. "You are being removed from the network. You have done very well. The machine needed this area cleaned, and you have done it. Logically, you will be rewarded."
213 stood listening to the explanation. No change in her faith meter was a sign he hadn't overstepped her logical bounds. He nodded in a simple understanding gesture before disappearing from the nets in a loud shrill of grinding metal. Steam was all that remained after the bright light filled the netways, jacking her out at Fredrick's command.
{Jack Out}