A piercing black light slammed into the network, the resultant particles quickly reforming into a fluid, black form. A luminous blue globe followed from the sky, crashing into the inky black form in a burst of brilliant azure light. A moment later, a slender blue-and-white netnavi took a confident step forward into the bustling concourse that was the Internet City Commercial Area. All manner of navigators and programs darted about their business, presenting a daunting challenge for the newly-mobile Tem. The golden-haired subsystem hesitated for a moment, her sharp blue eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the semi-random movements of the myriad of obstacles that lay before her.
...there!
Seeing the briefest of pathways and seizing the opportunity, Tem pushed forward, nearly diving headfirst into a break in the crowd. The finned navi darted past a group of strolling NormalNavis with uncommon alacrity, slinked through a break in a parade of Mr. Progs with a single fluid lunge, and just barely managed to pivot in time to evade a passing convoy of data cubes apparently destined for SciLabs. A particularly well-worn violet-hued Navi cast a long sideways glance toward the former subsystem as she dove past him into a three-point landing at the foot of the nearest LinkMan kiosk.
”Hah!” shouted an excitable Tem, once again unintentionally vocalizing her internal thoughts, ”A flawless bit of maneuvering, if I do say so myself! Even that purple cretin over there can’t stop marveling at my agility and poise.”
Tem’s “admirer” shook his head and walked away. “&$#in’ weeb pervert netOps,” he muttered, “Internet City’s going to %#$ these days…”
Unperturbed, Tem rose to her feet and tapped her wrist, displaying a list of data for LinkMan’s review. ”Pardon me, sir,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, ”I would like to requisition this list of battlechips, and have prepared a zenny transfer accordingly.”
2x SentinelGun - 3600z
1x Satellite1 - 2100z
2x Untrap - 800z
Total: 6500z
