No. But it's therapeutic. Her attack failed but Iria remained undaunted. With GB and now Glassman too distracted by spineless syndrome and 20 questions she would have to wrap this up herself... Somehow.
Iria energized her fist once more, only this time the white energy was dilluted with orange swirls. Reeling her fist back the ONB enforcer rocketed her fiet into Gates midsection, exploding on impact and engulfing the entire teleporter section of the room in a small but intense firestorm.
": I'm "♥♪!?", but it's hard to pronounce so... call me Geno, after the doll." Gen: All American. The Cobalt Mirage: All the time. Shast: IN AMERICA "They're so far below the understanding of how it could work that it physically hurts me"
As Glassman stood there,other thoughts came forth...namely,the occurrences back in the Shell Network and the EMP network...
'Only way we made it through that was as a team...then,it doesn't matter who this other guy is...! We've gotta stick together!
A short moment after Iria finished her assault,Glassman had come to a conclusion...this was not the moment for him to chat. In a sudden move,Glassman shot himself toward the intruder,forming a fiery scythe in-hand and slashed at Gate. But that wasn't a truly damaging move,so he jumped back a couple of feet,preparing his next move.
Dispelling the scythe,Glassman formed a cluster of shards around himself,shooting them off like a cloud of daggers,all on a course for the unknown navi.
'Questions can come later! A hacker in our base...IS AN ENEMY!'
As the storm of serrated crystals were still in mid-flight,Glassman slammed a fist into the floor,causing a pillar of blue fire to erupt from beneath their enemy.
Lastly,Glassman crossed a hand in front of his chest,summoning forth an electric sword and dashed across the field once more,jumping toward the ceiling before he attempted to bring his sword down on the navi in a falling slash.
The attacks fly, and the teleporter sustains even farther damage. However, Gate doesn't even flinch in the face of these moves. Instead, he continues to smile and shake his head as they all fail to do even the slightest scratch.
Gate: I thought better of you. It seems that I was-
At that word, the roar of metal shearing against metal breaks through the loby as the teleporter collapses around Gate, having sustained substantial damage from the previous attacks. The metal frame-work folds and quickly falls off of New Life, plummeting to Element City below.
Having jumped back after finishing his offensive rush,Glassman watched as Gate seemed to merely shrug off his attacks. He didn't know this navi by name,but it seemed his defensive abilities were 'off the charts' as they say...
Glassman's orange-colored irises grew large as the part of New Life that Gate was in suddenly broke off...falling downwards.
"Well,I guess that counts as a victory,right?" Glassman asked,chuckling for a moment. They hadn't 'defeated' him,but at least he was gone for now...
Gravity Beetle folds his arms in front of his chest and looks out the hole. That was far too easy for someone who managed such a large-scale move against New Life.
Gravity Beetle: I highly doubt it.
Just as Gravity Beetle had said, Gate ascends through the air back up to the opening and hovers in place, his previously arrogant but cool expression now replaced by an obvious and deeply rooted annoyance.
Gate: Very well then. If you want to play it that way, then we'll do just that
...Gate's smile returns as his eyes glance beyond the group and into the nearby hallway that leads to the prison block.Gravity Beetle spots Gate's glance and, in spite of his better judgment, looks back to see what's coming. It's then that he spots something that he didn't expect....
Gravity Beetle: ...(not him.)
A cyclone of purple energy erupts in a cascading roar of power and rips through the lobby from behind the group of Navis, forcing them against their will out of the exit that they had just made and down to Element City below. The force behind the strike is tremendous, and radiates with a feeling of pure malice; an emotion that describes this Navi perfectly. [smear:000000]Walking out at a steady pace, the form of a Navi armored from head to toe breaks light. Primarily bound in mid-toned violet with golden and white trim, he exudes an aura of brutal power and an intense deficit of mercy. His most distinguishing features are a large cannon that protrudes over his shoulder with a string of bullets rising from it in an arc, an his simple, rounded helmet with a T shaped opening on the front that reveals nothing more than absolute blackness, and a a red "V" above that, an anagram that reveals the identity of this Navi to all.[/smear:5f5793]
As the Navi appears, Gate hovers back to New Life and nods, motioning to the opening.
Gate: Good. Now finish them off.
The Navi stops as Gate speaks, standing next to him for a moment in silence before turning his empty helmet toward the scientist, a single deep, red eye glowing out from the void of his visor.
Vile: Never tell me what to do.
Without another word, Vile launches himself out of the opening and toward the group below, prepared to wreak the havoc that he was once known for once again....
Always so easy to distract, always so simple to scatter. Vile had managed to keep anyone who would dare enter far at bay, and Caliga... well, that had worked out in the end. Time would tell what becomes of that. Speaking of time; now it's running out. Juno, Duo, even Forte making his presence known. Any of these Navis could wreak final havoc at this stage, and they were about to become more likely than ever. After all of these years, the final phase is about to begin.
Finishing up in the control room, Gate uses the whole of New Life's massive power stores and begins working on a link. A link that should currently be impossible, a link that would start this final clock running.... a link to the final goal. They would all see, and they would all know....
Everything was set up, everything in place. Whatever Gate was up to, there was more than just wires and codes protecting him. An unnatural force surrounded New Life. Finesse was not getting Finale into the network.
Once again, a message appeared on one of the New Life main screens, just like before, though this one persisted.
<SHARO ONB BASE OFFLINE>
On another, smaller screen in the main computer room, the link display to each base switched its Sharo entry offline.
This account is used by staff members in order to keep the identity of the one being Role-Played hidden temporarily. This account can only be used by verified staff members, meaning anything stated in role-play is to be considered absolute.
It takes a moment, but Static finds himself in the normally offline New Life, confined to a tube of sorts as a set of red rings rise and fall along the perimeter.
Gate: Please excuse the cryptic initial contact, but I assure you that it was necessary.
The tube opens, granting Static access to the loby of New Life... and iterally nothing else.
Gate: As a precaution, I've shut down any scanning or hacking abilities that you may possess; temporarily, I assure you. Men of my occupation generally cannot afford to reveal too much. But let's get right down to the meat of things, shall we?
Gate motions to one of the seats in the lobby, inviting Static to sit.
Gate: You are not my prisoner here, but rather my guest. You may leave at request, and I can send you to any public network, and possibly some not-so-public, that you may desire. I don't wish to take anything from you, merely see if you would be willing to share a bit of information on this Juno character, and also see if there may be ways that I could help you on whatever endeavor you may be striving towards.
Taking a light yet cautious step. Static chuckles.
"Well, if there's one thing I know. We're not here by accident."
Static took his spear and stabbed it firmly into the ground. Leaving it there, he strode towards Gate, his hands slowly raising to his helmet. With a click and a hiss, the visor was removed, then the helmet slowly raised. Just as Static covered almost half the distance.
The helmet was thrown on the ground; Static's hand firmly on the pin of his cloak.
"No more secrets. What do you want to know?" Without modulation. Without noise. Just Static's voice, clear as ever. It was a female's voice.
Gate's smile widens slightly; this was exactly the response that he'd wanted to hear. Mind games and misinformation get so tiring after a while...
Gate: Contrary to popular belief, I have no interest in bringing about the end of this world, and have, without fail, aided the cause in stopping potentially cataclysmic events. This situation is no different in that regard. I simply wish to know what this Juno is, if you have any idea as to his plan, and if you know of a way to stop him in the event that he proves too potentially destructive in nature.
Gate pauses for a moment, looking up in thought as he does so.
Gate: Any other information that may be helpful would also be appreciated.