NIA Temporary Field Base, Limmous Outskirts Time:hiiiiiiiiiiiigh noon Clock's busted
The isolated netspace just outside of the lakeside Town of Dusk now serves as a fortified safe haven for the numerous wounded and displaced NIA personnel exiled from their former headquarters by the attack of the Shadow Devil. No word yet on how that that mess played out, but it can be assumed that at least some of those left at the base managed to survive and escape, judging from the persons involved in the scene now unfolding...
<Man, I can't believe the NIA envoy is freaking dead stuck in traffic. It's sure a good thing that you guys were still here to pick up the ball.>
Several Navis stand before a most curious backdrop, consisting of four large set-pieces - a coffin-style capsule with a glass dome hatch, containing what appears to be some sort of humanoid armored shell that hasn't been fully assembled; a jagged mass of purple-black glass and scorched silver-chrome metal the size of a small van, with a perfectly-round hole cut into the top; what appears to be an industrial mining drill with a high-powered pump built into the head; and a large glass tank filled with a translucent purple liquid, with eight spherical red glowing objects floating inside.
Post by Nightshade on Dec 29, 2017 18:26:37 GMT -8
A wolf looking navi clad in a skintight NSD light armor stepped forward. With a sleek look, black fur topped off by yellow highlights, the K Unit nodded at the creature inisde the glass container.
"We...wanted to make things right after our colleague screwed up a little. Thorn.tx can be a little paranoid sometimes, but he is absolutely loyal to the cause. He has not and will not reveal any of the information he has acquired to anyone. Not even Kalos Kahnnigan himself can get him to talk." K907 replied, signaling to a few NSD grunts of his crew to go grab the huge metallic hyperbaric chamber and bring it closer.
"I suppose you were briefed to the events that happened while you were on your mission and in stasis for recovery? I still would rather not engage into combat with NIA officials right now despite what problems Thorn.tx or Nightshade.rx's new abilities might have caused. I was given a simple task and I would like it to go smoothly."
Last Edit: Dec 29, 2017 18:33:30 GMT -8 by Nightshade
The spheres drifting inside the tank continue to drift to and fro, propelled by forces unknown, pulsing and flashing as they float about...
<Only partially. The NIA appears to be making an effort to summarize and scrub any information that travels through their channels. It would appear that I have missed a great deal, however... and my apprentice has finally attained that strength that he sought so furiously.>
Indeed, while the link between the master Daemon and the 'little brother' has been heavily strained due to sheer distance and interference, a smattering of images and sensations made it through shortly before his apparent disappearance from the network... strange as it may seem, Thrash's off-the-cuff interpretation of events turned out to be true. And now, Nightshade has acquired a taste of a most holy power...
<What he does now is for him to decide - he has risen above and beyond the reach of any authority, a wild beast free of civil obligations, unbound by laws. Though I wish him well, I can no longer guide him... perhaps that is for the best. There are more pressing matters at hand, anyway. How long until the new frame is ready for installation?>
Post by Nightshade on Dec 29, 2017 19:24:56 GMT -8
907 tapped to the chamber, opening it and revealing the object of Thrash's question. A 7'2 feet tall draconic looking body, clad in white armor plates and branding the NSD and NIA logo on its arms. A long articulated tail was there as well, with two pairs prehensile claws too. A rather imposing appereance yet a masterwork of technology. Just what NSD was known for.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Nightshade.rx could still benefit from your mentoring and from what my database tells me, he wishes to remain under your absolute authority. Anyway, the shell is ready. It was mostly a droid program...but seeing as you can occupy it we made the necessary modifications to turn it into your new body. Completely airtightif needed, mixed Reactive/Ablative military grade armor and of course all the development costs will be covered by our company itself. I would hope that it will be enough to quell our misunderstanding and start anew. The apperence is what it is. We know you prefer quadruped designs, but the time on hand was so short this was all we were able to do. If this is all right with you, you are free to...usurp and occupy it with yourself."
The glowing orbs now crowd around one side of the tank, like a school of trained goldfish watching their food container through the wall of their bowl. The ones at the edge of the formation begin drifting back into their default position, almost as if... bored?
<Tch... rather small, don't you think? There couldn't be much room in there, unless the carapace is paper-thin... well, I suppose a beggar can't be picky at a time like this. There will be room for adjustment later - how soon until it is fully prepped for occupation and combat service?>
"My report on it tells me that we actually have a 3.452% increase in total volume over the old armor pieces you used. As per the carapace being paper thin...well that is just a property of our Hybridized armor system. Still resistant to damage like common ablative armor, but less cumbersome due to the mild reactive nature of the compound." The K Unit simply replied, snapping his fingers.
The scientists opened the container and pulled out the shell. It was actually bigger than it seemed once out of the confined space of the hyperbaric chamber. Quite heavy too.
"As per your inquiry, it is battle ready right here, right now. We wouldn't be here otherwise."
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2017 6:08:32 GMT -8 by Nightshade
<...If you say so. Still looks rather flimsy, especially around the shoulders. We might not have any problems if it at least stretches a little... well, by all means, prepare the injector or whatever it is you'll be using to install me into that dainty little thing.>
Some sort of hose, maybe? While mostly empty teasing at this point, the Daemon's concerns hold some merit - the tank now holding the mass of Dark Matter is definitely larger than the armored shell presented as a new body. There could definitely be some issues with capacity unless some serious compression is done - or, like Thrash suggests, the thing can stretch to fit.
The scientists did not speak, but readied everything to install the armor. Once back in the hyperbaric chamber, pressurized and suspended in some sort of liquid to avoid exposure to air, one of the NSD operatives carefully grabbed the jar containing the gelatinous monster and placed it into a specific slot of the containment cell. From there, Thrash was literally syphoned into the armor itself. A pump transferred all the DarkMatter into the suit itself, albeit at a rather slow rate as to not damage the vast network of veins and cores Thrash possessed, the core of the daemon's movements.
The armor itself expanded as it was being filled, gaining a more buff and bulky appereance as Thrash predicted. It stretched around the daemon's gelatinous body, feeling as if skin tight. The eight cores would find place in 8 specific sockets: two inside the Elbows, two for knees, two in the center of the armor's chest, one at the tip of the tail and the last one inside the suit's glass dome.
K907 stood tall in front of the chamber, waiting to see any sign of movement signaling that the installation process had been completed.
Thirty seconds into the procedure, and it is becoming rather obvious that something is not going according to plan. The armor has been filled to the point where its flexible carapace is starting to stretch, and yet the tank full of Dark Matter appears to only be about half-empty. The tail is the first section to start taking on excess mass, stretching out like a carnival balloon... the legs and midsection are next, taking on Hartman-esque proportions just before the inevitable happens.
<Are you CERTAIN about your measurements? I think I feel- yep, that's a leak!>
Indeed, and not just one either - the first of many ruptured seams has burst, a small hole on the right knee that is now spewing purple-black vapor into the air. A matching hole soon splits on the left side, followed by several on the comically-inflated forearms. The cause of the problem is quickly becoming obvious; while the volume of the semi-elastic body armor was enough to barely contain the raw liquid mass in its present state, the calculations did not factor in any sort of growth factor, including vaporization of the liquid into an expanding gaseous state - hence the purple steam shooting out of each hole. The shoulders in particular have inflated to the size of basketballs, and the top of the head is creaking violently under the pressure. And then...
The room is suddenly awash in a literal Purple Haze as something finally gives!
K907 would facepalm in frustration. Whoever made any error in their calculations would get fired on the spot. They were trying to quell a misunderstanding by giving the NIA a highly advanced prototype, not a pile of junk.
A towering silhouette of amazon proportions now looms over the empty tank, dangling the now-inert pump from its taloned fingers. The armored husk, now thoroughly occupied, appears to have grown a good two feet in height, as well as several inches around the chest and hips. What should already be a snug-fitting bodysuit around a normal-sized Navi now stretches to a point where no manner of wrinkle nor fold can be seen, with what appear to be crystalline black spikes poking out from various spots, particularly around the extremities. The arms have retained their almost-bloated size, and the armored fingers, once resplendent with their carefully-forged metal claws, appear to have burst open and disintegrated entirely, replaced with smooth glass spikes. What remains of the shoulders have shriveled and shrunken around the curved crystal spires that have sprouted to plug the holes, each nearly as long and wide around as a Navi's leg. The unit's flexible, prehensile tail is now twice as long AND thick as before, swaying and curling like a snake around the now-empty tank that once housed the liquid mass occupying the suit. Most striking of all is the Daemon's new face - the metal faceplate and its glass visor were completely pulled apart from the inside, curling into a set of warped 'crests' on either side of the head. A layer of smooth black glass has formed where these plates once covered, a sinister set of crimson motes visible in its depths. The lower jaw, once completely smooth and pointed like a canine's, has developed a curved chin spike, formed from a layer of underplating that did not survive its sudden occupation...
<Don't beat yourself up too much about it. Fitting a Size 50 physique into a Size 20 leotard is no small feat... this is so much more flexible than the tin can I've been walking around in, too. Is this what it's like to feel young all over again?>
The fog has now settled, and Thrash continues to admire her new body. The pale white surface of the reactive armor material has taken on a faint purple-blue hue that seems to be emitting faint traces of light - apparently, stretched thin to the point of semi-transparency. Especially around the chest and belly, which are practically windows into the Daemon's body - one can even see the largest of the crimson cores drifting just between the chest and belly, glowing and blinking happily.
Post by Nightshade on Dec 31, 2017 11:34:29 GMT -8
The K Unit was very much intrigued by the mistake turned feature. With the daemon now over 9 feet tall he looked miniscule compared to the hulking beast.
"I...er...this wasn't in the databases...I guess it's fine for you to go?"
Then the area around the two rumbled, causing K907's ears to twich as the canine navi jerked towards the source and visibly paled as he saw a helmet shaped as Cybeast Greiga's head.
The juuka slowly tip tapped closer towards Thrash. The amount of energy he possessed was off the chart. Still, even then Thrash looked big and imposing. Nightshade would stop right in front of her, looking up. His tail was wagging slowly. He was calm and happy to see her. He gently hopped forward and hugged the huge daemon's waist, burying his face in her belly.
907 was so confused he was between fainting and going crazy.
Last Edit: Dec 31, 2017 11:35:10 GMT -8 by Nightshade
Unannounced, uninvited, and completely disrespecting the concept of personal space. It would seem that Nightshade has disobeyed commands to leave the Netopia Area... this matter is promptly added to the ever-growing pile of unanswered questions, as another curiosity proceeds to interrupt the younger Daemon's trajectory...
With a noise not unlike a large, heavy object colliding with a gong, Nightshade suddenly finds himself stopping in midair - his arms cling to a translucent dome of what can only be described as concentrated pitch-black malevolence, forming a solid layer capable of repelling his attempts to close in entirely. With every touch that this "black barrier" endures, the curved glass spikes upon Thrash's shoulders crackle ominously with some sort of energy charge, a curiosity that has not gone unnoticed...
<...You really didn't spare any expense on this effort, did you? I knew that NSD had vast resources at their disposal, but to obtain an EvilChip and integrate its function into the defense matrix... truly impressive. I strongly suggest you stop that, little one - this sort of power tends to be rather volatile.>
"Six Million, seven hundred thirty thousand, two hundred forty six in development costs. This shell is a one of a kind deal, Agent Zv403...and a big one at that." The lupine navi replied while Thrash's "little one" immediately stopped what he was doing and sat down where he was in front of the huge Daemon, waiting.
"When it comes to stuff like this, Nebula is the best at it. If it comes to military spec navi tech we are the best you can get. We're behind Nightshade's rubbery, wetsuit like, soft body armor he wears as well. You would have to admit, that one is truly one of the most advanced andmasterfully realized armor set in the entire world. Not everyone can say they have a soft, tight fit armor that can still resist IPS (Impact-Puncture- Slash) tests better than the highest grade ablative-spec counterpart."
Nightshade just looked down on himself. He wasn't wearing that armor right now due to him channeling his Zoanoroid abilities, but K907 was right. If there was one thing NSD could do well was Armor Systems.
The small KUnit's ears flicked. "Oh, right. Since Nightshade is here, probably because of the link you two share, there is one last thing we could install in your system, courtesy of Spyglass himself. It's...more of an optional. If you wish, we could create a proper Interface Matrix to solidify and give purpose to the Link you and Nightshade share."
Nightshade tilted his head, then looked up to his big sister again. Thrash would feel that the little daemon hadn't ever known anything about an Interface Matrix, but the thought of a better connection with her made him hopeful she would agree to it.
"Sorry I'm late; it took me a moment to track down your message's source, after you moved about so . . . really?!" Vanguard had touched down in a pillar of purple flames just out of sight of Nightshade and the dog-like Navi speaking to him, and, as he walked forward, cresting the rise, he came into view of the fool channeling his abilities and some Navi with a lupine form, wearing a familiar uniform.
Looking around the room for a quick analysis, Vanguard noticed the lining of the walls, the suited digital scientists and the glass tubes set up for some sort of recent transfer between containers. Wherever he was, it was a lab of sorts - with the logo on the dog's chest, it would be safe to assume it was NSD.
Nightshade was on the floor, and Thrash was just in front of him, outfitted into yet another set of new armor. He glanced at the cat from whence all of this trouble started, wondering how he should handle the situation - Mistair could see the whole ordeal through his Isolator, and would likely give him insight if she wanted him destroyed. For the time being, they had much larger concerns, and his worry was picking up Thrash to continue relocating and then reallocating resources. In short, a fight was best to be avoided - especially considering his limp right arm, still shattered.
"I can tell where I'm at, and I know it's not the place I want to start a fight in. If you keep civil with me, I can promise to maintain my civility," he said, simply, as the last time he and Nightshade had met, it was within each of their intents to destroy the other. "I'm here to pick up Thrash. So long as everything is done here, once she's ready to leave, I'll be gone.
"On that note, although I fear the damage is likely already done . . . I hope neither of you have left the Netopian Network, yet?"