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Post by Snakeskin on May 17, 2012 16:14:48 GMT -8
About a mile from the shore of the Dark Colony, the wreck of a ship rests against an outcropping of rock. The ship was the Seabound Pride, one of the guard vessels patrolling the water around Creamland. During the invasion from the Dark Dimension, its crew was teleported into the prison along with the other residents of Creamland's network. This left the ship to crash into a large spire of rock when it was carried by a large storm wave. Now the front end of the boat is beached on top of the rock, caught in a nook. The back end has sunk beneath the stormy ocean, leaving the ship tilted backwards at an angle of about 30 degrees. The ship is unstable, rocking back and forth in the waves and causing deafening scraping noises as the hull grinds against the rock.
Like the structures on the island itself, the Seabound Pride has been transformed by Samhain's curse. The ship, once painted white and green, is now rusted gray, with exposed and damaged metal making up its body. The lookout tower has broken in two and collapsed onto the deck, which is bloodstained and filled with holes that drop down into the hold. The hold, also accessible from a staircase in the cabin, is flooded at the back end and contains rusty prison cells filled with torture devices. The cabin contains the bridge, with a steering wheel now covered in spikes and shattered grimy windows, and crew quarters, including a small kitchen that is now home to a thick, disgusting mold that covers the walls, floor, and rusted cooking instruments and dining utensils. The bedrooms are at the back of the cabin and mostly underwater, consisting of rusted bunk beds with rotted mattresses and personal lockboxes and chests for valuables, holding unknown items.
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Post by Snakeskin on Oct 1, 2014 20:15:18 GMT -8
Footsteps clanked along the metal floors of the ship's forward deck. They were steady and consistent despite the severe tilt and continued rocking of the Seabound Pride. They were the steps of someone who'd had plenty of practice keeping steady here; someone, in fact, who had been stuck on this rust bucket for over a year now. Ever since he'd been called here by the governor - or former governor, his status was unclear to put it nicely - Xyzillentz had been stranded on this ship tending to his wounds and restoring his corrupted data. This, apparently, had seemed the best place to hide out - a place that few people knew of and still fewer cared about. Because it was, as Xyzie would put it, a "first-class s**thole."
Being named advisor to the governor of the Dark Colony hadn't been too much of a burden at first. Xion, the original appointee who had fought alongside him and Lord Samhain, had essentially disappeared almost immediately, leaving Xyzillentz free to do as he wished as well. It was only when a major security breach at the colony's prison drew attention to the island's lack of leadership that Lord Samhain had intervened. His intention had been to name Xyzillentz governor, a position which he did not want at all. Too much responsibility, and too big a target. Instead, he had suggested one of the demons from Samhain's own dimension - the one now called Xezzukhz, who had spent the last twelve months lying pathetically on a rotted old cot and making Xyzillentz - along with his companions Nightwind and ElecMan - nurse him back to health.
Xion had returned not long after Xezzukhz was appointed governor, managing to break into the colony's castle and severely damage the demonic ruler, taking back the throne for himself in a coup. That was when Xezzukhz had fled here and telepathically summoned his "caretakers." Under any normal circumstances Xyzillentz would have finished Xion's job, deleted Xezzukhz, and been done with it. But if there was anyone he was really afraid of, it was Lord Samhain - and Samhain had warned him that if Xezzukhz proved a failure, Xyzillentz would share in the responsibility for his mistakes and shortcomings.
For a while, the snake-headed sinner had been plagued by indecision. If he abandoned Xezzukhz, surely the demon would contact Lord Samhain and tell him of his betrayal. Even destroying Xezzukhz would not stop Nightwind, that foolishly loyal knight, from doing the same - and Xyzillentz wasn't sure he could take the horse-headed warrior in a fight. If he stayed and served, however, there was no guarantee that Xezzukhz would not simply fail again. Samhain would have to take notice eventually.
It wasn't until Xezzukhz elaborated on his own plan a few months after being attacked that Xyzillentz had solidified his. The demon, with Nightwind's assistance, began to prepare a ceremony to call Samhain, ask his advice, and beg for forgiveness. Xyzillentz did not forsee that going well for anyone involved. So he had decided to stick out out, cut off from the world on this boat, subtly sabotaging the preparations wherever he could. If he could prevent Samhain from learning what had happened, maybe, just maybe, he could work out some way to resolve things more officially and save his skin. He knew from his time in the castle that the governor was granted great powers by Samhain's book of laws; enough, perhaps, to appoint a new governor in his place. If he could somehow convince Xezzukhz to sign the colony back over to Xion, all might be well... but he dared not suggest this to the prideful demon. It would be tantamount to sacrilege. The only solution was to force him. The only solution was war.
A door behind him bolted open with a loud, rusty screech. Nightwind ran out with a shocked look on his face, his eyes darting frantically to and fro.
"Xyzillentz! ElecMan! It's horrible! The ceremony - it failed!"
ElecMan, who had been lying silently against the tilted cabin wall like the back of a recliner, bolted up at the sudden noise.
"Augh! What? What's going on? Why are you shouting?"
"We can't contact Lord Samhain! I don't understand - Governor Xezzukhz and I went over the spell dozens of times - everything was perfect! What treachery is this?"
"Oh," ElecMan said, half-interested. "Well you don't need to be so loud about it..."
Xyzillentz spun around, terribly pleased with himself. It was the best he'd felt all year, really - being cooped up with these three and nothing to do wasn't exactly party central. His helmet his his smile, though, and his acting talents masked the glee in his voice.
"So that's what it was... I've been watching the island from the deck. There were several flashes of light from the castle area moments ago." He was fabricating these events from whole cloth, of course - but his voice was oh-so-solemn and quite convincing.
"Advisor Xyzillentz, you don't mean-"
"I do. Xion must have detected your actions and blocked the ceremony. He's clearly determined to hold onto his ill-gotten territory." He cocked his head to the side and placed a hand on his hip in annoyance. "And I've told you, stop using my title every time you speak to me. You sound absolutely ridiculous."
"What do we do, Ad - er, excuse me, sir - Xyzillentz?"
"If I were to advise - I would say the only way Xezzukhz will regain control of the colony is through war. Perhaps the denizens of the island are still loyal to him? He could try to raise an army to fight for him with his telepathy. Get them to oust Xion and we can all go back to our jobs and get off of this junk heap."
Nightwind seemed oddly excited by the prospect. While he would never complain, Xyzillentz could tell he wasn't fond of staying stranded at sea either. He had been a warrior his entire life; the thought of fighting for the glory of his masters was too tempting to resist. "Shall we deliver this advice to Governor Xezzukhz now?"
"You can do it. I'll stay here and watch for any more activity on the island." In reality, Xyzillentz was simply sick of looking at Xezzukhz. He had come to greatly resent ever granting him such power. This whole year he'd been nothing but a whining, raving, complaining and domineering egomaniac without the power to back up his threats. "Also tell him that I'd suggest ElecMan and I be sent onto the island alone to assess the situation. Wars are often won with good intelligence."
"Right away!" Nightwind gave a brief bow and returned to the inside of the ship's cabin to converse with Xezzukhz.
"Hey," ElecMan asked between yawns, "Why did you ask to take me with you?"
"Because you're the only one who's kept me half-sane out here, dear."
"Oh. Well, thanks. I-"
"Besides, you're just too much fun to torment. I don't want to risk losing you by leaving you behind."
ElecMan didn't get the chance to respond. Nightwind bolted out the door as he had before, the hint of a smile showing on his face. "Governor Xezzukhz has approved your plans. He is sending out the message to his citizens now. You and ElecMan should leave before the war begins in earnest." He bowed once more, longer and more deeply this time. "May your mission be successful, Advisor Xyzillentz. Let us reclaim our land for the glory of Lord Samhain!"
"Yes," Xyzillentz said softly, "Let's." He motioned to ElecMan, who groggily stood up, unsteady on his feet, and walked over towards Xyz while mumbling something under his breath.
Just as they were about to leave, Xezzukhz made his announcment.
"Citizens of the Dark Colony on the island once known as Creamland; despair not! I, Xezzukhz, your true governor, still live! While the one known as Xion, a foreigner to the ways of the Dark Dimension, ousted me with a most cowardly sneak attack, my powers are restored and my claim to the throne as granted by almighty Lord Samhain remains! I urge you now; rise up against the false leader! Take back the colony in my name! Obey me, or face my wrath! Those who cooperate will be rewarded. Those who fight against me shall suffer! Join me now on the wreck of the Seabound Pride, just off the shores of Creamland..."
ElecMan did a double-take, cupping his hands over his ears. He turned to Xyzillentz with a befuddled look on his blue face. "Was I supposed to hear a voice in my head just now?"
"No," Nightwind replied. "You are not a true citizen of the Dark Colony... perhaps Governor Xezzukhz is not fully recovered after all. There may still be a glitch in his telepathy..."
"...which means that, as far as we know, that was just broadcast to everyone on the net. Fantastic. Now people are just going to show up out of the blue, and who knows who they'll be fighting for." Xyzillentz sighed heavily and shook his head. "Well then, I suppose we had REALLY better get going now. Good luck and all that." He didn't bother disguising the frustration in his voice. Within seconds, he and ElecMan had disappeared en route to the island in a flash of light, leaving Nightwind and Xezzukhz alone on the ship to contemplate the consequences of their latest error.
"Yes, good luck indeed," Nightwind mused to himself. "We may need it now..."
LOCATION CHANGE: ElecMan & Xyzillentz to The Cursed Coast
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Post by Gaia on Oct 5, 2014 14:41:08 GMT -8
A beam of light suddenly rocketed through the walls that separated the Nets. A hole opened in the world that hadn't been seen in a long time. The light seemed to speed up as it saw this simple sign of escape. It braced itself for what would be behind. That small little hole of freedom grew larger as it approached.
Suddenly, Siega rocketed through the final defense of his infernal prison. As soon as he lost the sense of power found within that particular - locked down - part of the net, he came to a final stop. His body shifted from the sideways facing angle he had adopted for speed, to the point of standing straight up in order to view that which he had not seen in a while.
Blissful nothingness gaped out before him. For years, he stood within a prison, gazing out at streaming data working to keeping him confined. Now. . .now he didn't see a thing that would prevent his travels. However, a familiar tug seemed to have pulled him to this part of the net. Searching around, he stared dumbfounded up at the coast.
The once beautiful looking part of the net that he vaguely remembered was. . .destroyed. It was all corrupted and changed to the point that he could feel the darkness rolling off of it. An inquisitive brow raised as he viewed this wreckage. He continued his search, his eyes darting down to a nearby ship. The thing was crashed and beyond repair.
"That's some power coming from down there. . .best to check it out," his raspy voice came out for the first time needed in a while. Surprised at it's sound due to lack of use, he quickly noted to himself that he would start talking a lot more in order to recover his fluent and respected voice of authority.
Much like the ship he now flew towards, he was a little rusty in skill. His lack of combat in a long while left him without experience of what the Navis of today could possess. His long arms trailing behind him as he went, he studied the area. He picked up some very familiar signals from the shore-lines. . .data that only he would understand. Data unlike other Navis.
Blade. . .is that you? he asked himself mentally. He made another mental note to check it out later on. He was currently transfixed on this boat.
He made a not-so-steady landing, setting down one foot after the other. He had to steady himself quickly to the rocking of the ship, finding him flailing out his arms in order to maintain balance. He wasn't used to actually having to walk around.
Of course, after what he's gone through, he doubted he was used to anything any more. He quickly adapted, finding it quite easy to keep track of the shifting ground if he simply shifted his weight around with that of the ship's change. In a matter of moments, he was walking around the bow of the ship without issues.
He wanted to locate those high readings of data nearby. They seemed to be coming from lower in the ship. . .possibly even higher? He turned around, observing the entire ship. It didn't take up so much space; but it did, indeed, run a long way down. During his search, he found himself looking up at the very same hole in the net that he had flown out of just a moment ago. With a sigh of relief, he watched as the streaming hole of data closed itself.
"And so. . .I'm free. Now, then. . .," he said while turning around. His voice was coming back finely. "Any Navi home?!" His powerful, fluid and almost metallic voice would echo outwards, announcing his presence; however masking his means.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 15:48:29 GMT -8
"We were already given the invitation to go inside."
A stern female voice came from behind Siega as its source -- a black haired woman wearing a black leather jacket over a dark purple catsuit, who's blue eyes were piercing enough to be noteworthy -- walked past him. She'd just teleported onboard from the shore not too far away. It was a short range teleport; nothing her suit wasn't capable of executing, but it'd need some cooldown.
"..."
She kept walking toward the nearest door on the superstructure. She didn't check behind her to see if Siega was following, but she could sense he wasn't.
"Or you could just stand outside all day."
Her voice echoed quietly from the hatch as she stepped inside. The captain of the ship probably wouldn't be on the bridge, considering it was crashed and all, so Feint made her way into the lower levels of the hull. She'd run into someone eventually, no doubt, and they could lead her to the person she was looking for.
Whether or not Siega wanted to tag along was up to him. But the girl gave off the aura that she knew where to go.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 5, 2014 16:00:50 GMT -8
Siega slightly jumped at her sudden appearance. After a moment of recollection, he quickly followed behind her. He figured if anyone was to help him out, it'd be someone who's actually been out and about for a good bit.
"Well, I'm slightly afraid I wouldn't know that, milady. You see, I've been hol-er. . .walled up for the better part of the last fifty years. Just got out, actually," he informed her, following her dutifully. She seemed to easily curve and turn throughout the ship.
Note to self. . .don't piss her off.
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Post by Snakeskin on Oct 6, 2014 15:24:21 GMT -8
Within the briny, hole-filled halls of the once-mighty ship, Nightwind stood, arms crossed, in anticipation of the arriving horde... or what he assumed would be a horde. The idea that the denizens of the Dark Colony could be disloyal to Xezzukhz was utterly unfathomable to him - and so it was that a look of surprise faded into one of disappointment as he saw the two foreigners approaching, the first to heed his master's call. Still, some assistance would be better than none.
"I am Nightwind, general of Governor Xezzukhz and Lord Samhain. Declare yourselves and your intentions, navis."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 16:27:54 GMT -8
"Well, I'm slightly afraid I wouldn't know that, milady. You see, I've been hol-er. . .walled up for the better part of the last fifty years. Just got out, actually."
"Sounds like the story of a runaway convict to me."
Also sounded like a miserable way to spend 50 years. That was like... two lifetimes from Feint's perspective. And then some.
She seemed to have blindly navigated her way around the ship successfully. The governor's steed was standing guard just ahead.
"I am Nightwind, general of Governor Xezzukhz and Lord Samhain. Declare yourselves and your intentions, navis."
Oh wow, it talked.
"..."
Feint paused for a second... but after giving it some though, talking animals was kind of a normal thing here in the Cyber World. For goodness sake, she'd just saw a sentient lighter a few moments ago on the beach, this definitely wasn't "weird" compared to other things she'd witnessed in this world.
"Feint Pele."
She just gave out her last name. And she used that last name... Her eyes almost squinted in frustration, but it's not like anybody here cared, so she kept that mistake to herself just then.
"Heard a voice from a guy that needed help. Decided to check it out. The typical good samaritan's story. Unless..."
Feint's head turned around, looking at the empty hallways behind her. At all the citizens of the Dark Colony that -weren't- standing there. She put her gaze back on Nightwind as she continued.
"... you'd rather wait for other people to show up. But coming from the person who was just at the beach full of navis that were not heading in this direction: I wouldn't count on that."
Perhaps she was still upset about being shot by that laser on the beach recently? It would explain her somewhat impatient tone. Or maybe she just had something else pressing on her mind...
Or maybe it's just the kind of person she was?
"And this guy just fell from the sky. So I guess God heard your mind message too and decided to send you a helping hand."
Siega had just been volunteered by Feint to embark on this quest he knew nothing of. Quite an exciting way to begin things, no doubt.
"Satisfied?"
Nightwind did have a rather disappointed look on his face. Maybe that's why Feint spoke with the tone she did?
Who knew.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 6, 2014 17:39:37 GMT -8
"Sounds like the story of of a runaway convict to me."
He chuckled, beginning to respond to her question. "Well, that's barely a funny story. I'd spare you the details, but someone has. . .what?"
He was stopped short by the Navi they just ran across. Was that a. . .a horse? Maybe he was mistaken. Whoever it was, he was apparently of stature.
"I am Nightwind, general of Governor Xezzukhz and Lord Samhain. Declare yourselves and your intentions, navis."
Oh, my great server; he talks. . . he thought to himself, using a term he knew far to well.
"Are there giant talking insects, to?" He said this, of course, sarcastically. Realizing he was in front of someone who probably mattered, he straightened up quickly in order to show his full height. The. . .man? before him seemed to be highly disappointed; whether it be at how small a number, or simply how small of a power the two projected. For all he knew, it could be both. All the same, he decided it'd be foolish to not answer.
"And this guy just fell from the sky. So I guess God heard your mind message too and decided to send you a helping hand."
"Woah! Before we go offering my services, how's we let the man - seriously, I'm still unsure what to call you - knows what he's getting into," he paused, gathering his thoughts. "My name is Siega. My original intentions were to simply escape my prison; however, I have found myself here. I am not a Navi of destiny, but if there is something you need help with, I am willing to do what I can."
He told the truth. What he left out, however, was that he'd need to adapt to the world again. It'd be a while before he was fully accustomed to combat.
Of course, the Navi in the extremely tight suit pointed a good thing out. Taking a good look around, he realized that this man in need of assistance was extremely lacking.
"I'm seriously hoping I'm not sounding over sarcastic, or even disrespectful to you, but I'm afraid I am a Navi of my own opinion. I believe you plan on fixing this?" he said, motioning at the empty space with a pointed finger.
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Post by Snakeskin on Oct 6, 2014 18:10:01 GMT -8
Ignoring the female's attitude - for the moment, at least, Nightwind glimpsed briefly around the ship before addressing Siega's question. "It is true our surroundings are not a fitting environment for the Governor. But once we have retaken the colony and the castle, this wreck will be of no concern to us."
He walked past the two, peering around a corner hopefully, before turning back, the disappointment in his face only deepened. "And you two are certain there was no one following you here? Governor Xezzukhz will not be pleased if this is the most support he could muster..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 18:46:42 GMT -8
Feint nodded her head side to side at Nightwind's question.
"Beggars can't be choosers. But I'm starting to wonder if people really even want this guy to be their governor. You sure he sent out the message to everyone on that island?"
There was a fair group of Navis still squabbling on the beach. Either Xezzukhz's telepathy was having a malfunction, or they really just didn't care about the Colony. Not that Feint did -- but her curiosity was at least finding some pleasure in the request.
"... Well, there was a man in a black suit and another one with electrical pylons on his back that - evidently - heard the message, too. They weren't headed this way though. Other than that, what you see is what you get."
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Post by Snakeskin on Oct 6, 2014 18:53:38 GMT -8
"Oh, Advisor Xyzillentz and ElecMan made it to the island? Well that's good, at least..." Nightwind sighed deeply. "Well, I suppose the governor may want to meet you. I will inform him of your arrival. Wait here."
Nightwind turned down another corner, and the sound of his footsteps on a metal staircase could be heard after he was out of sight as he descended to Xezzukhz' chambers.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 19:11:32 GMT -8
Advisors? Or Advisor, rather.
Well that explained why they didn't come back here. And Feint couldn't blame them, this place was a wrec-- No. Should wouldn't allow herself to even think of such a punny remark as that.
This place was a.. mess. Yes. A mess.
And the sooner they got they orders to leave this boat, the better, she thought.
"So a prisoner, huh? Must've done something bad to get locked up for half a century. You seem awfully helpful for a crook though."
Indeed; breaking out of prison just to help some governor reclaim his land didn't seem to go hand in hand with each other. Breaking out of prison and going into hiding? Something like that would have seemed more logical. But it appears that wasn't the case for this fellow.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 6, 2014 20:30:28 GMT -8
Just named the new advisor, and already there's a pretender to the throne. How typical.
A decent distance away, the winds of the area swirl together and meet in a central location. A whirlwind quickly kicks up from these winds, and the form of a Navi appears. Or rather seven Navis. AirMan, along with his six "family members" break the scene. The two heel designs keep close to AirMan, the two Punk designs split to the sides and begin to monitor the situation, while the two normal designs walk in front, looking on to the wreckage in the distance.
AirMan: Hrm. This could be bad for business.
AirMan turns to his gang and begins to motion to them one at a time, issuing his orders as he does so.
AirMan: Barrow and Ador, I want you to see if you can get involved and gather some information on the situation. Tekla, I want you to work on observation and data gathering while Mode keeps in contact with Lex; he'll want to know about his latest venture. Barrow, stay with Tekla and Mode. Lynk, you're with me.
AirMan looks back to the meeting in the distance as his men go about their business. Even more than the attempted take-over, the wind-elemental finds himself bothered by the overall appearance. The "friday the 13th" look wasn't conducive to business. That would be one of the first things to change when this all comes to an end.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Oct 7, 2014 0:06:23 GMT -8
+++HeatMan.EXE+++
“I am a roaming will from years ago!” _______________________________________________________
“You’re...Airman?”
His voice was hesitant, which was typical of a hothead as he would say. HeatMan was still a decent distance away from the wrecked vessel, but yet he was close enough to the NetNavi with the giant fan embedded in his chest to make out most of his features. His beady eyes burning with flames took in the familiar form of the NetNavi that he had approached by hovering just above the eroded sands of the wicked coast. The minions surrounding the NetNavi that were running their trivial tasks were nothing of his concern as he simply kept his eye on AirMan.
“This day is just full of NetNavis that set your soul on fire with nostalgia! You’re the Gospel agent, right? Well...at least when there was one, right?”
HeatMan was thinking out loud, mostly inquiry, but to somewhat filling in Tetsuya in on his past. His former operator would show files on NetNavis that were a part of a scientists old nefarious schemes. There was a NetNavi that blown his own storm in a net area and specialized with everything that ranged from a vent program, a fan program, to anything that dealt with the very air a human being breathed...or so he speculated from his light reading. In short, AirMan was one of those very NetNavis he did not forget apart of his staged plan in using Gospel.
Whether or not AirMan acknowledged his former occupation did not matter to HeatMan; he knew what his burning eyes was seeing was rising straight off the paper that NetOp read so long ago.
______________________________________________________ “I burn once again as time required me so.”
Now Playing: ”Heart of Fire” by Black Veil Brides Chatty Ditz: Gaia & Phreeze: We can roleplay the battle or stats; your choices. HeatMan - Location Change from:: The Cursed Coast
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Post by Gaia on Oct 7, 2014 16:41:08 GMT -8
Siega watched as the horseman - that sounds reasonable, right? - kind of walked off to go and inform name-he-doesn't-feel-like-trying-to-think-about.
He turned to Feint, studying her with stationary eyes that were solely looking into hers. He found that the most can be learned from one's eyes. . .and he definitely deemed her an ally. For now, at least.
"I was bound into my prison for the mere reason of existing. My creators intended my Data to formulate into a city for Navi's to thrive; much like the Network this very boat is wrecked into," he began, explaining his true purpose for existing.
"However, my Data - true to me today - decided it would have it's own opinions. It sudden shifted and shaped into something they couldn't have anticipated. . .me. In an attempt to understand Data that was sentient without command, they studied me through their Fire Walls. Through which they thought they were safe.
I'm a smart Navi, however. Just as my Data was capable of making itself into me, I was capable of turning Data into reality. Weaving Data from their Fire Wall, I created a number of Navis that didn't become well known. However, I had two favorites, if you would: Blade and Holy King.
Upon these Navi's creation, the Scientists - as they called themselves; I preferred infernal brats - they extricated them from the fire wall in a wall of security and bullets in order to make sure that I didn't escape, and they didn't try anything. A few days later, Blade was returned to my Prison.. .as a guardian. He was reprogrammed into one of the inner Fire Walls, now ensuring his own creator wouldn't escape.
I know not what happened to Holy King. He is still in hiding, I presume. I do fear, however, that the Scientists may have uploaded him into those infernal PETs. . .anywho, enough about them. Back to why I'm here now.
Obviously, I didn't like being caged up. I wanted out. I continued to weave the data into something new; however, instead of a Navi, into power. Eventually - today - I was strong enough. Strong enough to break out of their infernal prison.
And so? Here I am."
Phew. Take a few breathers, Siega.
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