A normal day at the Electopian National Bank; uneventful and without issue... that is, of course, until a Navi encased entirely in black shadows throws another Navi over the counter of the bank. Looking on with blood red eyes, the shadowed figure awaits the inevitable retribution that is to come.
A normal and uneventful day, indeed. The intruder came in, and the analytical services within the Bank determined intent in an instant. The security system has an interesting way of doing things, accentuated by the owner's capricious nature. It's kind of like a roulette - the security systems go through a system of options and randomly selects one to implement on time of engagement.
The first one was done before he had made it into the center of the room - a call to one of the bank's staunchest defenders and beneficiaries. An immediate return of unavailability triggered the second message, and the roulette was especially unkind.
As the intruder throws another navi over the counter, a blur of movement dashed through the bank. The thrown navi in question stood on the far end of the bank, well away from the intruder, and not a single piece of paper was out of place. The sound of a gun being armed and presented was the only other indication the intruder had before he was ready, holding the newcomer at gunpoint.
"The hero always arrives just in the nick of time, right?"
Immediate observations were that 'the hero' was fast, faster than any reason would permit. Powerful but sleek white armor coated his body, with a black and white checkered pattern that made his movements difficult to coreograph - not that they were any easier to coregraph with the fact that his movement was practically invisible to the human and even many navi eyes. Wings came from his back, with outlets for energy that would permit even faster movement when necessary. His eyes were currently staring down the end of his barrel, which held energy in its chamber even now, studying and calculating.
He took a good look at the individual, looking for any signs that he could use to terminate him faster. It was what Mr. Loathe paid him for, after all - efficient and immediate removal of threats. "I'm going to give you one opportunity to stand down, and if you don't, I plan on arresting you with the use of violence."
As the head of Mr. Loathe's security force, there really was no other option available.
The Navi's red eyes glare out from the void that enshrouds him. At the word "hero", a black wind radiates out from the Navi, obviously degusted at the silver speedster's show of speed, skill, and pride.
?: "hero". Your self-indulgence is nauseating. What sort of "hero" allies himself with such a plague-ridden rodent.
A hand reaches out of the void. Gloved in white, held in place by black armor with golden trim. It comes out relaxed, but then stretches palm-first towards the would-be hero.
?: I offer you one opportunity, as you are in a position to give me what I want all the sooner. Tell me where to find Cache...
Finally the figure unshrouds himself from the void that hid his presence, and as he does the sheer pressure of his being threatens to blow the Silver Navi away. The network freezes and shakes, flashing in and out of operation as the titanic presence enters Electopia. The black armor that holds the white hand in place gives way to a tattered, brown cloak, worn from centuries of combat yet never pierced. Rising above the Navi's piercing eyes is a cross-shaped jewel of sapphire, and a pair of fin-like structures that rise far above his head and terminate in a wide flare. This day was nothing normal, this job was nothing normal. Standing before the silver one is the original Navi, the first to walk the net...
Forte.EXE: or I'll obliterate this entire network, and ensure that you never return from the ashes that fall in the wake of my wrath.
He kept his head down, his eyes impossible to see behind his visor, as the intruder critiqued his entry. All things said, he thought it wasn't bad - all he was missing was the super hero landing, but there was nothing convenient to jump off of from high enough for that.
As the intruder continued, Acid Ace stood valiantly, and for his part, kept the gun raised even as the First Navi unveiled himself before him. He listened to his demands, and again for his part, as he raised his head to make more of his face visible from behind the arm holding up his gun . . .
. . . was Acid Ace smiling? It was almost a smirk! Intimately connected as he was to the bank's security systems, he already knew what his employer was going to do about the situation, but, he didn't come all the way down from his own condo to just stand down.
"Heroes come in all shapes and sizes, and they do what they can for whom they can - and most importantly, they never shy away from the face of evil!"
He retracted the arm that was holding his gun forward, putting it up closer to his head, like he was holding his previous threat at bay. He didn't say anything for a moment, but stayed staring at Forte for what felt like a long while to him. His smirk still hadn't gone away; honestly, he couldn't quite help himself.
When he opened his mouth next, it wasn't nearly as boisterous - in fact, it was barely a whisper. "Y'know, I can't claim to be the First. I do know I'm the third, though . . . given this kind of opportunity, I do hope you'll entertain me just one fatal flaw of mine.
"Cache is on his way, so I hope that puts you in a good mood -"
A flash. White armor was replaced by black, yellow overlapped by crimson. The visor over his face glinted and then disappeared, as, faster than lightning - than thought, than light and even code itself - Acid Ace moved, testing his incredible speed as in the same moment that sound left his mouth, his voice still traveling from the spot he previously was, his gun emitted a pulse of energy that solidified into a blade and he angled that blade at Forte's throat, stopping just short on purpose.
The whole room erupted into a whirlwind from the sudden uptake of movement and halt of it all at once, the air only just having the chance to respond. Acid Ace stood there, a smirk still crossed over his face, looking at where his blade swung and wondering if Forte was still within his line of attack.
"- but I just can't resist the opportunity to see your speed in comparison to mine."
Forte snarls in anger against the silver Navi's pride in the face of such overwhelming power. He does not, however, make any attempt against the would-be hero's threatened onslaught. The blade is drawn back mere inches from Forte's neck, yet the first Navi doesn't flinch, nor does he drop the silver hero from his gaze for even a split second.
Forte: I hope for your sake that that wasn't the best that you can do.
A lone hand drops from Forte's cloak, laying lazily at his side as the crimson gaze of the bringer of destruction stares on with unwavering intensity.
Forte: Because if it is, then you won't even get the chance to see my world rise.
Forte's arm ignites with a black flame that extends outward and forms a jagged, burning blade. Forte's eyes narrow as he slowly raises it and holds it in near to his own face, with the smoldering weapon extending to the side.
A familiar green Navi steps out from the back room and walks into the gap between Forte and the silver Navi, raising his hands to both as he does.
Cache: I know why you're here, and I know that I will ultimately lose to you at great cost to Mr.Loath. So I feel it's best to be pragmatic now. If I surrender, will you agree to leave the bank and my associate in peace?
Forte glares and snarls again as the Dark Arm Blade surges black in anger. The casual nature of this meeting was beginning to get on his nerves.
Forte: You will not bargain; I will destroy whatever my whims demand. But in order to get this done quickly; the rodent hasn't inspired my ire enough to act yet. Surrender yourself now, and I'll leave if nothing else annoys me.
Cache nods and turns his head to the side slightly, obviously speaking to the silver Navi without taking his eyes off of Forte.
Cache: Do not engage him for any reason. And make sure that Mr.Loath knows that this act is saving him 41.5% of his total current investment.
Cache then takes a step towards Forte and drops his arms, surrendering to the inevitable.
Cache: I used to be as great as you, but now I'm imprisoned for my power and ideals. In this way I can be free again.
Forte's Dark Arm Blade disappears, and the same hand reaches out palm-first to Cache.
Forte: You were, but you allowed yourself to be stopped by humans. I have not shared in this weakness.
Ribbons of data appear around Cache as the program that once held incalculable power over the Electopian network decompiles and streams into nothingness. Bit by bit, the data is fully downloaded into Forte via the Get Ability program, and soon Cache is no more, absorbed entirely into the being of Forte. The original Navi then withdraws his hand and flicks his cape to the side, revealing his Navi mark with the famed scar that covers it to this day for only a moment while the cloak falls back into place. This is when Forte's eyes lock back onto the silver Navi, daring him to make a move in the absence of the most powerful being that was still being used to guard Electopia.
He didn't even flinch, did he? Quite impressive, truly. Forte rose his own blade, as though to strike him down. Seeing the speed at which he moved, Acid Ace could tell that he was holding back quite a bit. He still felt as though if he started swinging, he would be able to evade the attacks. He was curious, if he had the ability to strike him after watching his pattern of avoidance with his speed.
It was then that Cache stepped in between them, separating the two, and gave Forte what he wanted. He supposed if that was the way it had to be, then he would be on the sidelines again. His brother was getting all the fun . . .
Forte turned back to him, and his question lingered in his mind.
"Heh . . . seems the hero has to stand back this time. If you'll believe me, though, no, that wasn't as fast as I can go."
He just scoffed, lowered his blade, and the flash of energy that flooded his body died down, turning him back to his original state.
He lowered his gun, next, stepped away from the original. ". . . Am I allowed to ask you something? Tell you something, perhaps? Can Cache hear what you hear, I mean? I'm no first, but I know of one other . . . does that kind of thing interest you?"
He raised himself up, frowning from the response. As the Navi left, but before the network fully repaired itself, he shook his head. "What a shame . . . "
The Network breathed a sigh of relief, and his connection to Mr. Loathe returned from his end. All signs of his previous actions gone from the network, Acid Ace turned up and tapped his ear piece. "Mr. Loathe. There's been a situation. By Cache's calculations, you've been saved 41.5% of your current investment, but Cache has been compromised. Forte has claimed him.
"Electopia is unprotected, sir . . . what are we to do? With the current state of the world? Xion did not answer his call. We must assume that he was otherwise occupied."