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Post by kyuubi25 on Dec 4, 2012 15:35:44 GMT -8
It had been three days since Sandstorm escaped from SciLab. He found himself in a desert of sorts. He made himself at home in a nearby cave.
*static flashes across the screen* "20%"
He remembered it quite vividly. The swarms of security navis after him. Some of them had been able to weaken him severely.
*more static flashes* "40%"
Then, with most of hat was left of his power, he created a sandstorm to blind the remaining ones.
*static again flashes across the screen* "60%"
Somewhere between there and here, he had lost the ability to speak, except in short bursts.
*even more static* "80%"
Then, he found the cave, and entered sleep mode to regain his strength.
"100% Starting Reboot process."
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Post by notegg on Dec 4, 2012 16:44:25 GMT -8
So this is where it begins. Rebirth. Renewal. No longer simply a ghost in the machine.
Bare flesh was assaulted by desert wind as Finale walked through the arid wasteland. With nothing more than a cloak, the silhouette against the sun would hardly be recognized as the half-virus, if not but for his split mask. He winced as the desert winds picked up again, filling the gash across his chest with dust and dirt. It would be a long walk to Electopia, he realized. A long way to go before he could truly crown himself the Viral King. But he was getting there. Step by step. After a while he arrived near a cave, it seemed desolate, and despite the dampness of the walls, it was surprisingly dry.
"Figures." The viral heir said. Why he ever thought he might find a drink in the desert is absurd. Another absurdity in a long list of things he'd done over the years. He closed his eyes, letting his memories drift in.
Then he remembered her, and shook his head, venturing deeper into the cave.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Dec 4, 2012 19:52:03 GMT -8
Upon awakening, Sandstorm surveyed his surroundings. He was in a damp cave. When he looked very closely, he noticed that there seemed to be another navi in the cave with him. He tried to call out to the navi, but no sound of any kind came from him. So, he thought he would try something different. He walked within visual range of the other, being careful not to slip on the cave floor. When he was sure that he was within range, he tapped his hand on the cave wall. He wasn't sure if the noise would be loud enough, but he didn't want to get too close and possibly startle the other.
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Post by notegg on Dec 8, 2012 11:08:08 GMT -8
Another navi walked into view. A knock on the wall. Strange greeting.
The impure virus lurked up to the navi, surveying him. Wrapped in bandages - a mummy? Seems fitting, considering his surroundings.
"Hello?"
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Post by kyuubi25 on Dec 9, 2012 19:34:29 GMT -8
The other navi gave him a simple enough greeting. That's when Sandstorm remembered that part of his programing included sign language. So, he signed out his words.
-a-r-e- -y-o-u- -w-i-t-h- -s-c-i-l-a-b-
He had to ask this question, because he didn't want to have to fight with anyone.
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Post by notegg on Dec 11, 2012 12:11:07 GMT -8
Finale tensed as the other made strange gestures. Was this some type of strange attack!? Seemingly not, as the navi finished as soon as he started, and nothing was harmed - as far as Finale knew, anyway. Who knows? Maybe he was already dead.
Realizing however that the navi in front of him couldn't speak, he let out a sigh of relief. He raised a hand, chains around his arms becoming prominent, and created an orange translucent monitor and a prompt with a keyboard. Hopefully that would get past the communication barrier.
"Use this." Finale said, somewhat impatiently.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Dec 11, 2012 17:00:18 GMT -8
The mysterious monitor and keyboard surprised him a bit, but only for a moment before he started typing.
[My name is Sandstorm, and yours?. I'm a new model navi. Are you with SciLab? Thank you for allowing me to use this apparatus, as I would have eventually gotten tired of signing.]
He was grateful that he didn't have to continue signing, as it was a long, tiresome process. He looked at the other navi as he typed, making a mental note to be ready in case he attacked.
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Post by notegg on Dec 13, 2012 15:40:30 GMT -8
"With Scilab? No." The viral navi said. Even the word, 'Scilab' left a bitter taste in his mouth. Finale then got straight to business, ignoring the other's introduction completely.
"Name's Finale. Do you know where the nearest network exit is?" Finale was impatient. The cave held nothing for him besides a short rest, and he needed to get to Electopia. Finale needed to find out what happened in the year of his absence.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Dec 13, 2012 16:24:23 GMT -8
Network exit.....network exit.....He couldn't seem to remember.
[My apologies. I don't know where the nearest exit is. I don't even know where I am right now. i'm glad that you are not with them though. They never seem to think that we might want lives of our own. I'm sort of lost myself, so would it be alright for me to accompany you? I won't get in your way or anything.]
With a wave of his hand, the sands blowing every which direction outside of the cave seemed to stop. The wind was still blowing, but the sand seemed to be weighted down by something.
He typed all this with his left hand, as his right was busy holding the sand down.
[The radius of the negation is 2.5 meters. So long as you stay within that range, you will be unaffected by the sands. The plus side to this is that with all this sand blowing around, we will be virtually undetectable.]
He carefully watched Finale, as if waiting for his response. Then, his hand was forced upward, as he lost his mental grip on the sand, and it began blowing in the wind once again. Sweat was beginning to show where his skin was uncovered.
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Post by notegg on Dec 13, 2012 18:38:11 GMT -8
"Hmph."
Finale was a soloist, not a team player, and the foolish mistake of the mummy-navi was annoying, to say the least. He decided to release a blast of wind in all directions. Easy enough.
"Wind blast!"
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Nothing. Nothing came. Suddenly however, Finale groaned in pain as the chains around his arms tightened. Not only did they burn into his flesh, but it felt as if something gnawed at his very core. He waved his arm at the air, expecting it to bend at his whims, but again, nothing.
Finale shrugged it off. "Guess we better get moving then."
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