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Post by Shast on Jul 26, 2015 22:57:16 GMT -8
[1/5]
Netfrica is a large place. So large in fact, that a majority of the continent lacked a proper internet connection. The internet being confined to pockets where civilization huddled by rivers and oceans in an attempt to scrape a living out of this unforgiving wasteland. However that information has been dated for some time. The news lost out to other political bickering at the time but the Netfrican government set up a rather large server to host the rest of the Netfrica continent that spanned several thousand miles. Thousands of lifeless. deserted. miles. For what purpose?
The coders opted to emulate the real world as much as possible, creating an equally uninhabitable network. A day/night cycle of oven box days, and ice box nights. Shrapnel winds and cloudless skies. Beasts of wild sizes and unpredictability roamed this otherwise barren wasteland. Again, for what purpose? For the few insane enough to live here in the real world to access the internet?
A light breeze caresses the dunes, kicking tufts of sand into the air and churning it into a light frenzy before spitting it back at the ground. Breaching the calm peak of a nearby hill was the silhouette of a large being, a navi, clad in thick black clothing. Were this the real world they would likely have died of heatstroke by now. Even at that distane the size of the navi could be discerned as immense. The frills of the coat consistently flaring a faded tan over the cruddy black. Mechanically he keeps his pace. Without exhaustion or acknowledgement of the environment.
It feels like an eternity since the Dark Colony war that Xion had dragged him into. Not that he had any pressing matters of its own to attend but it was obnoxious to be needed so frequently by someone as supposedly capable as he himself. The navi lightly sways his hooded head in disapproval. Toxin has such odd taste in company. His thought spiders off. Where the Harbinger exists now, Where the rest of the would-be band of allies is, and his place in an ever shrinking world.
This is of course why he came in the first place. To sate his own curiosity, stirred by a random traveler he had met before Xion had pestered him. His power would render him immune to the intensity of the day/night cycle, but it wasn't necessary. Even without the creation program his coding was naturally done to allow him to withstand such environments. Perhaps their government wished to keep something in a cloud, accessible but out of reach by normal means. In the distance a small clutter of huts breaks the peace of the land.
The denizens of this haven live as their counterparts would. Destitute and proud. A odd combination for any species but navis do as they are programmed and little more... usually. Probing them for information reveals little as much like the human sects do they have their own language. They merely point off into the wasteland in various directions. Yet only one picks anything remotely Northward. A small nod of appreciation and the black traveler is off. Sauntering tediously towards his new heading. From behind him the village suddenly becomes very loud. Infighting? It wasn't his problem.
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Post by Shast on Jul 28, 2015 13:25:21 GMT -8
[2/5]
Despite not being to scale the desolate server was excessively large. Having already walked for hours the scene remains the same. A different approach is necessary. The earth is too soft to thoroughly scour the ground beneath him. Details however, aren't mandatory. Any abnormality or disturbance will suffice to guide his steps. Along the surface the signatures of dozens of viruses litter the landscape. Only the large are picked up; the small too much so to be felt in this loose terrain. What he seeks couldn't be a virus left to roam. He continues the search. Each step releasing a pulse to trace the area.
The day cycle has looped almost a dozen times since his arrival. Viruses big and small veer from his path, instintively avoiding the goliath. The ones that go against their survival don't last long. Yet on this cycle inparticular the viruses have grown especially bold. Small ones throw themselves upon the navis axe by the dozen. Large ones become more aggressive and tactical. Requiring more than a simple flick of the wrirst to bury under stone. Their increased zeal must stem from his promiximity to what he's here for yet he feels nothing.
The cycle continues. At the dawn of the twentieth he feels it. Subtle, but there. An oddity to his east. The villager knew something after all. Without changing pace he alters direction to his new heading. It's closer than expected and the black clad navi arrives within the cycle. The whole area is even more barren than usual. Viruses, trees, everything was gone. Just the lone building surrounded at varying distances by the dunes. Rendering thisthe safest place in the desert.
The building is small at the surface. A quaint modernized adobe with black tinted windows. Yet beneath lay a rather modest complex a few floors deep, a few hundred squarefeet. However even from this short distance nothing could be felt within. Without anymore hesitation the large navi goes to enter. At first he simply knocks, but when no answer comes he opts for a more brutish approach. Pulling his axe from the aether he carves the door in twain with one mighty blow. Allowing himself entry.
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Post by Shast on Jul 30, 2015 11:04:12 GMT -8
[3/4]
As expected the first floor is deserted. A front for the facility below. Now on solid ground his tremor sense operates at full strength. Giving a detailed map of the entire facility and all within it. A dozen navis and nothing more. Small, scientists. Weak. Extracting the purpose of this entire server should be a simple task. Dispersing his weapon the earthen navi opens up the floor and jumps to the basement level below. Landing with a loud clank and startling the navis in the room.
The floor itself contrasted the bright and barren desert above perfectly. It was dark, aglow with a dull green energy emitted from piping along the walls. There was plenty of space to walk but the walls were lined with more pipes, wires of numerous colors, and monitors displaying thousands of lines of information. The room was abuzz with activity despite the scientists idling.
Wha-Who are you? How did you get in here?! A bold navi protests his intrusion.
The guest feels no need to answer however. He can get his just fine from the computers without wasting processing on the meek. He points above to the hole in the ceiling while walking over to a console and begins to fiddle with it. The scientists in the room protest to his action but are avoiding directly impeding him. Instead, they run away to the second level. Leaving the navi, and his less than stellar computer skills, to scour the files.
Several minutes later three obviously modified Joe models emerge from where the scientists had fled. A smaller red one with a golden eye, a large grey one with several tendrils for arms, and a standard one with a simple yellow tint. The goliath rights himself, turns to the opposition and conjures his weapon.
Red leads the charge in a frantic dash at the much larger target. Jumping up fist first but meets the blunt edge of the large weapon. A modest explosion triggers from the point of impact sending Red hurdling back towards his group and leaving no visible mark on the weapon. Before the wielder could respond several tentacles launch past Red and latch onto the axe and the navis arm. Instinctively being released it the instrument is pulled away and a swift handmotion sends a sharp wave of metal shrapnel up. Tearing through the strands and clanking the weapon onto the ground. While modern day programs and navis would reel in pain, Grey remains expressionless.
With impressive speed Yellow scoops the weapon up with quite a bit of struggling, making it easy prey for the black navis offense. With no visible gesture the ceiling presses down onto Yellow in a solid square panel. It quickly retracts back to its proper place revealing the Joe crushed to bits and the weapon still in pristine condition.
Slamming his fists together(creating small explosions in the process) Red lunges once more. The floor rises to meet the leap and in a wave collapses on it, becomes stiff, then abruptly compresses. Crushing the unit within. With only one arm left, and no comrades, Grey does the only thing its programming compels it to. It attacks. Before it can even fling the tendrils the intruder had already picked up and thrown his weapon straight through the Joe. Lodging it and pinning the lifeless unit to the wall.
As before the giant prys open the floor beneath by force and jumps down. It was foolish to let the weaklings scurry. No more interruptions.
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Post by Shast on Aug 11, 2015 23:19:55 GMT -8
[4/5]
Landing with another loud thud the hooded navi surveys the even darker floor. The green hue illuminating what little it could. At his feet lay one of the scientists, and a shattered light fixture. An expression peaks from beneath the guise, a grimace. His sight means there's no need for optics. A quick snap of the fingers and the facility floor shakes and several jarring shrieks break the ominous silence. Nearly every scientist is impaled on sharp metallic spikes save one. Who manages to escape death at the cost of their leg.
Before another spike can erupt the crippled navi hobbles to a console and mashes as many buttons as he can. *Shunk* Another spire, this one finds its mark. Finally, peace and quiet.
psssssssssssss The hissing kills the reborn silence before it can even settle. Another intrusion? No other was detected on the floor. A malfunction of the facility perhaps. He turns and begins to lift the ceiling up but a hand catches his ankle and tears him from the ground. Swinging him around and hurdling him through nearby wall.
The navi gathers himself parts the wall he'd just been sent through to better view this would-be challenger. Between flickers of light the silhouette can be discerned. The attacker is humanoid with an intimidating physique. No hair and shirtless revealing a grey skin but the lower half starting from silver belt down is skin-tight black jumpsuit. The entire body is dotted with empty ports. Its breathing is heavy, almost an exhausted pant. His feet are bare but stand in a pool of liquid, formed from the body and ports runoff.
EECEU5 online. Functions 3062-7045 unresponsive. Its tone generic and robotic. Emotionless. It lifts its left arm to reveal a large shackle and a large metallic spike. Protocol 02c... Execute. He steps farther under the light, revealing pure emerald eyes.
Before the assaulted can properly access the assaulter the latter hurls the object at him. Easily swatted away as the former rises to meet his attacker with a wide right swing, his weapon materializing in his hand mid swing. It carves through the wall like butter but is caught at the blade in one hand by the damp defender. Without missing a beat the hooded navi sweeps his left arm up to send heaps of metal and electronics into the face of his enemy. The refuse is quickly shoved aside by a free hand revealing the minor scuffs inflicted and nothing more. Two sharp blades jut out of arms shackle and are brought down onto the black navi with extreme speed. It's met by jagged metal that deters the attack long enough for the navi to parry the blow to the side.
He grips EECEU5 by the face and rips its grip loose from the weapon and slams it into the ground. Leaving an imprint of the projects head in the metal tiling. An attack that is responded to as quickly as it was made with the grounded easily pushing the pinners immense size off and into another wall. The drone springs to its feet and into a lunge, unphased by the skull-shattering blow.
Meanwhile the ground beneath the shrouded navi turns a light shade of green, then fuller and in an instant the whole basement floor tiling is replaced with grass. The shrouded navi begins to emanate a green hue at his base and from a kneel throws a fist to meet the drones head on.
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Post by Shast on Aug 13, 2015 16:03:18 GMT -8
[5/5]
Minutes pass with neither side giving ground. As is common for navis who lack an 'exhaustion' function most modern day models have these two could fight until reserves run out then drop without showing the slightest wince of weakness.
The ground melts into another form, the luscious grass fading into a sickening purple and emitting a foul odour. Yet neither acknowledge it. The black navi clenches his fist and a geyser of purple filth gushes out of the ground and up all over EECEU5' form. Filling its ports and drenching the creature. This causes it pause and allows for a pressing of the attack. The giant brings his weapon by the hilt into the abdomen to give distance then sweeps to the side swatting the project crashing into the wall.
Functions 4500-4600 online. The monotone voice bellows in its deep tone. It picks itself up from the heap, battered but undeterred. Its wrist blades begin to glow purple. It moves with an even more rapid speed and brings the now venomous fangs onto the earthen. Each blow is parried by his weapon but its acidic properties quickly begin to show on the blade. The floor heats up and again with his free hand brings it to bare against his attacker. Bringing forth a geyser of magma. Yet again flooding the entire projects figure in a bath of molten and poisonous liquid.
Functions 4800-4900 online The cry is lightly heard from within the molten sheet. Various chunks of the ground fade back into its grassy pasture while others spurt into molten slag pools. The hooded navi contorts several hand motions and the grass and magma take turns piling onto the drone. Each blanket that's applied is reponded to by another sluggish shamble of the mound towards the navi. With one final snap of the fingers the entire mound sinks into the ground. Dumping the relentless drone in an amplified hot tub.
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What feels like an eternity but in reality is a mere 30 seconds pass. The manipulating navi couldn't feel this projects presence before but once it was drenched in the elements it was no different than anything else. He still feels it down there, but it doesn't move. Snapping his fingers several metallic spikes jut from the walls of the molten bath and into the drone. The heat weakened its frame enough to finally be punctured. With a light motion of his left hand he adjusts the angle of the spikes and extends them. Raising the creature from its tub and into the air before him. While all but lifeless it still deserved a proper deletion after such a battle. His weapon once more appears in his right hand, he brings it overhead and then onto EECEU5...
...The drone springs to life, driving its bladeclaws into the weapon to parry it in a last ditch effort. With a very audible exhale the shaper grips then rips the drones blade arm off. Releasing his weapon then bring it around again to decapicate the foe. The head bounces to the ground and into the molten pool. EECEU5 Shutti- *bloop*
*B'dink!*
He sighs again. Yet another request from this one? A wave of his free hand and a large purple portal streaked in black rises from the ground. As he takes a step towards it his weapon head finally buckles under the burden of its own weight and breaks. Falling to the ground and sliding into the vortex, its owner following suit. After fully engulfed the veil disperses leaving the facility in shambles. He may not have found the records to verify, but it was obvious what the place was dedicated to.
From within the shadows the lens of a ceiling camera adjusts slightly, enhancing the image of the scene to its onlooker.As expected. From behind the camera a chair creaks and a navi leans back, resting both hands on his head. Insufficient data. More testing his required. He shoots a glance towards a series of three tubes across the room. Each full to the brim with liquid and housing a drone within.
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