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Post by "Bill" on Jul 8, 2014 18:44:46 GMT -8
*Embera chuckled lightly at Terra's response, that was about as fair as she could expect. Shrugging it off as none of her business, she decided to get snarky.*
Embera: Yeah, politics makes strange bedfellows. It's a shame that the bed you're lying in is furnished from the bodies of those persecuted by the tyranny you continue to uphold....
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 8, 2014 18:54:43 GMT -8
...and that broke it. Terra closes his eyes and laughs, shaking his head as he does so.
Terra: A real shame, isn't it?
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Post by "Bill" on Jul 8, 2014 19:05:53 GMT -8
*Embera sits and smiles at the disregard Terra had, and the diminutive sneer he gave her comment. Now taking a seemingly puzzled expression, she decided to inquire further.*
Embera: I'm not going to ask how you came to be in charge of the ONB, probably some flesh-world government order. I don't really care about that, but I want to know...why? Why was I branded a terrorist? I mean, I was branded as a criminal for attacking Dark Moon, who itself nearly destroyed Element City. And I mean, I deserve to be here now, I've annihilated dozens of people without remorse, and I'd probably do it again. I just don't care. But prior to my string of murders and lack of respect for authority, I was already a criminal when I wasn't Registered. I hate to say it, but go ahead and just TRY to register me, see what happens...
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 8, 2014 19:18:56 GMT -8
Terra leans back again, looking up as he does so.
Terra: Dark Moon... was not my idea. It was programmed as an additional peace keeping measure. Its last mission was just that; its last. I decommissioned the monster because it was too uncontrollable.
As for your status as a "terrorist"; you're really not. You were wanted for the general destruction that you've managed to cause along with your lack of registration, but I've done my best to depress and not enforce the later. It's just a foolish triviality in the face of all that's going on right now.
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Post by "Bill" on Jul 8, 2014 19:28:03 GMT -8
*Embera laughed heartily, as it all sank in. Most people were after her for her wanton destruction and not the registry thing. Her laugh was boisterous enough to echo in the halls of the prison, yet something again weaseled its way into her head; something she picked up on. As her laughter died down, she was almost ajar as the opportunity hit her.*
Embera: And what is going on right now? I've been avoiding being incarcerated or killed, I haven't exactly taken notice. Since I'm on the smaller side of the bars, I can't help but to inquire the happenstance of the net you're supposedly in charge of.
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Post by notegg on Jul 8, 2014 19:32:16 GMT -8
Embera gets a +1 above her head, for sass. Terra had gotten himself served.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 8, 2014 19:38:36 GMT -8
Terra groans lightly under his breath at this statement...
Terra: This new guy named Juno who sent messages to every Navi, World 3 causing very quiet ruckuses in various placed...
...and then the 1 appears. Terra's face goes blank as he looks to it and just shakes his head.
Terra: .....speak of the devil.
*Terra then turns his eyes back to Embera before he continues, realizing something...*
Terra: No offense, but are you familiar with Duo by any chance?
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Post by "Bill" on Jul 8, 2014 19:42:01 GMT -8
*Embera's face blanked, oblivious to the number, until Terra mentioned it. Shaking it off, she shrugged at Terra's question.*
Embera: What the heck is a Duo?!
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 8, 2014 19:52:41 GMT -8
Terra nods. From what he knew of Embera, he expected as much.
Terra: Duo is an intergalactic being, a program created by an unknown race to find and eradicate evil wherever it may be found. And he does this in a very effective way; he controls what is, for all intents and purposes, a comet. This comet is actually a weapon of incalculable power, a planet-killer. In short; when Duo finds evil, he commits absolute genocide unless those people can prove themselves to have good in them.
Hundreds of years ago, Duo's comet visited earth in response to the rise of Nebula and the Dark Chips. However, Megaman and his friends stood up and stopped him, turning the comet away from earth against all odds. Since that day, Duo has taken an interest in earth. He's provided support for many Navis of positive nature, and has fought off great evils on many occasions.
However, the problem is that he's now cut all communication with us, and his comet seems to be headed in our general direction. While there's been no threat shown, some of us are afraid that earth and its networks are going to be judged by Duo once again.
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Post by "Bill" on Jul 8, 2014 20:02:46 GMT -8
*Nodding as she listened, Embera really liked story-time. With her face turning into one of intrigue, she took it all in. As he finished, she spoke up, in the manner Embera was known for.*
Embera: .....uh-huh....soo....hmm...First off...comet orbiting earth....that's pretty cool. Second...no threat mentioned, why be so scared? I mean, we would've had some kind of envoy telling us the end was nigh. Third, what's being done about it in the meantime?
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 8, 2014 20:16:31 GMT -8
Terra's face grew more serious now. Something obviously bothered the Navi, and something was getting too close to home.
Terra: There is no announcement, and there is no warning given. It's up to the planet to discover exactly what's happening.
Terra then gets up and turns his back to Embera, obviously done with the conversation for now.
Terra: ....as for what's being done; everything that can be done. Duo's wrath is not something that I want to see.... again.
with that, Terra closes the gate and leaves Embera in solitude.
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Post by "Bill" on Jul 8, 2014 20:43:16 GMT -8
*It wasn't until Terra left that Embera remembered she was in prison. Not moving from her position, Embera shrugged and bobbed side-to-side cross-legged, before coming up with an idea. Having enough power to still act, she generated a few semi-tangible clones, unable to escape the cage, but able to be interacted with. As the six of them sat in a square, they began to bob side-to-side in rhythm and began to sing a song*
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Post by Longinus on Jul 10, 2014 15:06:18 GMT -8
A dark navi wearing a simple suit and flat-brimmed hat materialized in the ONB HQ. He looked around the lobby for a second, before gliding up toward a receptionist desk. He spoke with a flat monotone with a faint accent, but an accent of no place that the receptionist had ever heard before. "Hello. I am Doctor Image, ze Image of ze Future. I am here to vizit with a representative from the ONB who can provide fact-checking for an inquiry. You can zee I have filled out the proper documentation."
The odd navi placed a suitcase on the reception desk and opened it, revealing a golden, glowing light, before closing it and handing a 600-page data sheet to the receptionist. It outlined a privately-funded inquiry into details around the Shell Network incident.
"You will zee there that under Article 45, zection 2 on page 364, as a Navi I have ze legal right to zeek couzel with officialz involved in ze incidentz in question. I am certain that the Official Net Battlerz would like to izzue an accompanying ztatement az well." He cleared his throat.
It was a bureaucratic nightmare to sort through all of those papers, but all the navi seemed to want was to ask a few questions.
"I await your decizion." Dr. Image said, lifting his suitcase off of the desk and gliding back a few feet and disappearing from existence once more, only to return when addressed.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 10, 2014 15:36:57 GMT -8
While passing by, Terra overhears the bureaucratic jibberish that this new face is spouting. Just what he needed now; a lawyer. After Dr. Image has his say and steps back, Terra steps forward, nods, and begins looking through the document with surprising speed.
Terra: I am Terra, the acting commander of the ONB. I should be able to answer any questions that you may have.
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Post by Longinus on Jul 10, 2014 15:50:44 GMT -8
Dr. Image turned slowly toward Terra, repeating himself in the very same monotone, no different than he if was speaking to the receptionist. "Hello Terra, Acting Commander of the Official Netbattlerz. I am Dr. Image, the Image of the Future. According to the paperwork I have provided, I am engaged in an inquiry into the event hereafter known as the "Zhell network incident". I wizh to azk the necezzary questionz to the nceszzary reprezentatives of the Official Netbattlerz." He reached for the data on the desk and gently handed it toward Terra. "You may read it if you wish, this copy now belongs to you." His face was expressionless throughout.
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