=CHAPTER 10D: SNEAK INTO THE PRISON=

=INTRO A: COLLAPSING PEACE=

~AO v2.0~

((Courtesy of @codedhopes & @super-tired-robot))

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[It is the year 20XX. Breakthroughs in robotic technology have ushered in a new era of peace and prosperity. Violence is confined to the Battle Colosseum, where robot combatants face off in spectacular duels. The sport has become a worldwide favorite, and elite competitors regularly rise to the challenge to garner glory… or else fall from favor.

Of all the world’s combat teams, the Mighty Numbers are recognized as the best of the best. The family was famous worldwide, and often attended exclusive events to defend their status. One such event—the Queen’s Tournament in England—had just come to a close. Now, the family was finally on the way home.]

Will: -Sighs as he looks at the folder full of papers- … (I don’t like working with sensitive material outside the office, but I should probably at least review some of these…)

[They had risen through the ranks and claimed their rightful status as champions and victors, but it hadn’t come without cost. The final match of the tournament had been held against team Greater Dusk: a notorious gang headed by an assassin.]

Will: -Pauses at the pile of newspaper clippings- (Oh, right… they must be interested in the coverage and how pervasive the search is…. I guess Avi put together these for their records.)

[The match had quickly turned from a touted title match to a deadly fight for their lives when most of the opposing team had become overtaken by a bizarre “berserker” mode, becoming insanely aggressive and losing their free will to the madness. The situation came to a climax when Dynatron, the electric diva, had been taken hostage by Bladeblaster…

…who was subsequently attacked by an inexplicable mysterious visitor.]

Will: -Frowns, flipping past printed copies of notifications from various federal authorities in London and New York, all of which were marked “VOID” by Shade’s Certified Assassins' League stamp- (At least everyone made it out safely…. Thank God Dynatron is alright. There’s no way they’ll ever find Tobias, and Kate is taking care of Jack even as we speak…)

[In truth, the young man who had intervened was not a Xelbot at all—but rather, a robot from another world entirely!]

Will: (Mikhail said that he had something to tell me about the finals… I wonder what it was?)

[For several years up to that point, the Mighty Numbers had been made aware of portals to other worlds. It was on one such fantastic adventure that they met a family of robots (known as “Robot Masters” in their native world) and become good friends.]

Will: -Snorts as he comes across these news clippings- (Oh, I remember this night... it's a little less than you TRULY deserve, Graham, so you really should be thankful—not that you're smart enough to figure out who really did this.)

Will: (At least they didn’t get in trouble. I’m glad Graham didn’t even try to pin that on us…)

Will: (Lord knows he’s been willing to do that every time else…)

[They had seen many adventures together, and it wasn’t only the robots who had made friends: the Doctors had, too. For the first time in ages, Dr. William White had made a friend—a human person he could trust…

…Well. About as much as he could trust anyone, other than his good friend and colleague, Doctor Soichiro Sanda, at any rate.]

Will: …

Will: (Ah, Kate’s notes! Oh dear—I think these are in code…) -Squints-

[The events of the Queen’s Finals (as they’d taken to calling the last four matches, and the championship match in particular) had left a lot of loose ends and many questions. The nature of the infected crosses that had caused the madness remained an uneasy mystery… one which had driven another friend of theirs to investigate the matter personally.]

[Unfortunately, he had only fallen into a sleep born of deep sickness, himself.]

Will: … (Still no word of Felix getting better. Oh, Felix… I do hope you are alright. Sounds like Jack is doing better, which is a relief. The poor man took a sawblade right to the spine when he stood up to his boss. But…) -Grips the paper tighter, pressing his mouth into a thin line- (I’m not sure if this bit about a “provider” is code…. If Bladeblaster was a CherryDyn construct, wouldn’t that company be their “provider”? That’s what it looked like when we investigated, at any rate. And…) -Narrows his eyes- (I really don’t like this bit about Bladeblaster apparently faking his death…. But of course it would be like Graham to cover his tracks like that, now wouldn’t it…)

[Tobias had made a public, international spectacle of himself. The Mighty Numbers had been bombarded with questions from all sides, not the least of which had been uncomfortable inquiries from federal authorities. Thankfully, the team’s sniper—Mighty No. 8: Countershade—was himself a member of the Certified Assassins’ League, and was able to pull some strings to get people to back off. He’d grown very tired and irritated in the process, though, as he’d been forced to take most of the heat… and was, as a result, openly short-tempered and snappy.]

Will: (I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept for several days once we get home… if it weren’t for the fact we have a match immediately after.) -Flips through the notes- —…

Will: -Stops and smiles at a picture of Beck’s birthday-

[The happy days with their friends seemed so far off after several months abroad. But soon they would be back home. They could celebrate missed birthdays, resume the friendly spars—after ending off on such a high note, with the exciting matches between Beck vs Echo and Cardinal vs Countershade!—and put all this gloomy mess behind them.]

Will: (I know how much the Mighties have been looking forward to bringing home the trophy, like they’d promised. I’m sure the Rebel Angels are excited, too….)

DING!

“This is your captain speaking. If you look out to your left, you can see the lovely New York City skyline as we approach…”

Will: (O-oh—) -Fumbles for phone- (Mother wanted me to call her as soon as we came stateside, even if it was an odd hour—) …

Will: -Mutters- Oops… forgot to charge, aheh… -Scratches head slightly, ruffling his afro- (With all the stress Dyna’s been under, I should have remembered to double check all the devices before landing. Wouldn’t be surprised if my laptop was drained as well…. I’ll have to recharge everything when we get home.)

Will: (Ah well! We’ll be home soon, at last! And that’s something to celebrate.)

[After all, they were more than a team: they were a family. And nothing could keep the Mighty Numbers down for long.]

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              white-bird-in-a-cage is five years old!

Five years ago, on August 7th, 2012, I made this blog under the url not-a-nobody. My preference was not available for another year, and I have been under that changed url ever since. Since then I have grown and changed, both as a person and a writer.

Naminé as a character is truly very important to me. No other character is more beloved. I first saw her in 2006 and I was immediately drawn to her. It is because of this girl with an angelic appearance that I got interested in Kingdom Hearts… without her I wouldn’t be here, or have met any of you. Seeing as how I’ve met my best friends on this blog, that’s really saying something. To me, Naminé represents hidden strength and the truth. She could’ve easily lied or not said anything to Roxas; she could’ve easily used him and Sora for her own gain; instead she not only spoke the truth, she fixed her mistakes. Naminé also defied DiZ and Riku to do what she felt was right, and even more awe-inspiring, she stood up to Larxene and Marluxia upon realizing her mistakes. It is never easy to stand up to your abusers and captors. For someone so small, Naminé has left an indelible mark on my life.

I’ve been in these groups: Kingdom Hearts Ultimate RP (KHURP for short), Pyreflights, Aeon Soul, Somnium Finite, and Crowned Kingdom. Each taught me something and introduced me to new friends. I’m happy to say that I’m still friends with people from each group!

Five years is a big milestone for me. At this moment I have 630+ followers, and I’m happy to have all of you on board! I never dreamed I would last this long; I have no idea what I was thinking back in that August before my freshman year of college, but it certainly wasn’t this.

I’ve been through a lot on this blog: group changes, friends and partners leaving and changing, being bullied (though thankfully that has long since passed), learning time management, and so much more.

I wouldn’t be here with you all. Obviously I could not possibly name everyone, past and present, but I thought I should show at least some of you my thanks. This is not a follow forever or a bias list; instead this is a thank-you post. Some people might get repeated because I couldn’t just leave them under one category. Oh, and alphabetical order because I like to have everything orderly.

I know why the caged bird sings - to those who have helped me grow, and who have supported me

@ainokizuato/@redheartedmage/@talesofmino/@talesofharima, @blitzballstar, @musicandlights, @noxtalgie, @parttimedeliveryboy, @radiantheart/@milessomnia, @thecentralheart/@vens-gonewiththewind, @the-lonely-soul, @the-sixth-apprentice/@unversed-nightmare, @unquenchedresolve, @xambiefoxx 

Memory… the cruelest and most beautiful of gifts - to those who have moved on; I miss you and I have not forgotten you, and I wish you the best 

@duelwielding, @parttimedeliveryboy, @screndipitouskxy, @thecentralheart/@vens-gonewiththewind, @the-sixth-apprentice/@unversed-nightmare

You’ve got the light to fight the shadows - to those who make every day here a joy

@ahmyhotdog, @ivory-paragon, @lazuliss, @professorxehanort, @radiantheart/@milessomnia, @redheartedmage/@talesofmino/@talesofharima/@ainokizuato, @thetaintedemotion, @unquenchedresolve, @valorhearted

Your House will be like your family - to my beloved Crowned Kingdom 

@ahmyhotdog, @chaoshearted, @cindythegreasemonkeygal, @dogstreetstyle, @heartseekingfreedom, @iokanchieftess, @lovelysweetxhart, @malevolentwind, @milleuda-folles, @professorxehanort, @radiantheart/@milessomnia, @redheartedmage, @somnusheir, @steelwolfgrey, @theicequeenslion, @thespellweaver, @thetaintedemotion, @unquenchedresolve, @valorhearted, @vespersung, @whitedressedoracle, @wingedcomposer, @xxpinkseeressxx

If only I had five lifetimes! - to my fellow Naminé blogs; I don’t follow or write with you, but we have all chosen a beautiful character, and I am glad you are here 

@fadxngmemcry, @frailwaves, @oblivion-witch, @namine-constellations, @noxtalgie, @reflechir, @scatteredcrayons, @sketchedinnocence, @paintedpaeonia, @p-aperr-oses, @vvatercolors, and those I cannot name because I don’t know who you are

Reader, I married him - to all 630+ of you, my Readers

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Sketch commission for my lovely friends! This is the third in a series of commissions I’m doing for them involving their AU crossover fanfiction, Allies Obstruct! It’s got robot, and robots, and smart scientists, and cool people, and despicable villains, and even a few OCs to boot (like Jack here)!

I’m also super excited to announce that they’ve started posting their fic so you can have a look at the intro here! Or say hi to them over on their RP blogs @codedhopes and @mowseries! 

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=CHAPTER 11C: SWALLOWED UP INNOCENCE=

~AO v2.0~

((Courtesy of @codedhopes))

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[The floor was coming up fast—]

[REXELECTION: AVIATOR]

[WRRRR...]

[—but his brother's form slowed his decent enough to help him land--painfully, but land--right on his feet, the ground cracking underneath.]

Beck: -Gnn...-

Beck: -That was close...-

Beck: -Reverts to default- (Why does this place have so many steep drops?? We gotta be underground by now--)

"Amadeus."

Beck: [!]

[The Mighty Number looked up towards the hoarse, glitched voice that called to him.]

Beck: ...Ray...?

((Pic))

[On one of the many, many mounts of infected Xel cubes that littered the place sat a hunched over, red clad Xelbot. A tattered, red cloak sat limp over her form, which--]

[Which looked as if it was falling apart before his very eyes--]

Ray: Why am I not surprised they'd send you here, into the belly of the BEAST?

<DLN-008>: > -STAT-KKKKKKK IN-KKKKKK-IRY-

Beck: !!! (Toby--!)

Beck: I-- -Hand to his ear- I'm okay--

Ray: -Unamused- So they're listening. Clever that you found a way around it.

Beck: Ray--Ray, listen to me, please...

Ray: ...

[Strangely, she doesn't protest. In fact, she almost seems...]

[...tired...]

Beck: I... -Pause-

Beck: ...

Beck: -Quietly- I was worried about you and...I...thought...

Ray: Save it, Beck.

Beck: -Taken aback--

Ray: Your usual speech isn't going to do anything. Even if I wanted to, Amadeus--

Ray: I can't STOP this.

Ray: ...

Ray: -Quietly- Why did they send YOU here? You, of all people?

Beck: No one sent me here--

Beck: I came because I HAD to, it's--it's HELL outside, Ray, Titus is going to get EATEN, I can't just sit by and watch!

Beck: I can't just sit by and just DO NOTHING when I know people are suffering, when YOU are suffering--

Beck: Why didn't you TELL me--?

Beck: That--that it was THIS bad...?

[There's a faint, emotional flicker of her mismatched optics, and she looks away, shadows darkening her face against the eerie lights around her.]

Ray: ...

Ray: Because it wasn't going to matter anyway, Amadeus...

Ray: You should have never come here...

Ray: -Suddenly angry-- You should have never COME here!

Beck: -Ack--

Ray: You should have NEVER came back! Never! Then this would be EASIER--

Ray: But every time, you insisted, you pressed, you wouldn't go AWAY, and then--

Ray: -Hand grasping on helmet- And then you made us care! Because you thought I was worth something, that I was worth it--

Ray: AND LOOK WHERE THE HELL THAT LED US TO!

Beck: Ray, please--! Please, we can still fix--

Ray: THERE IS /NOTHING/ TO FIX!

Ray: You should have never come here, Ninth, because IT'S TOO LATE.

Ray: ...You should have ran when you had the [fragging] chance, you [fragging] idiot...!

Ray: You should have left us to--

Ray: -VIOLENT COUGH--

Beck: [!][!][!]

[Oh. Oh no.]

[There's red in her hands--]

Beck: Ray--

[BLAM--!]

Beck: [!]

[A warning shot is fired at his feet, and Ray is staring him down with hazy, pink eyes.]

Ray: Stay the HELL away from me...

Beck: You're--you're sick, Ray, I can--

Ray: No.

Ray: No, you can't.

Ray: You won't even get the chance to.

Beck: --?

Ray: ...

Ray: Good bye, Beck.

Ray: You really did TRY, in the end...

Beck: What--what are you talking about--

Ray: ...Try to leave his Self be, Flower.

[Fhoosh.]

Beck: Wait--!

[Ray suddenly vanishes in a flurry of red and violet flames, leaving only the bits of dead Xel her crumbling body left behind.]

Beck: Ray!

Beck: RAY!

[Gurgle...]

Beck: [!]

[Something...something was--coming out of the ground--]

[Vrrrrrsszzkkkkkk...!]

[KKKKSSSSSGGRRRNGG--!!!]

[Something...like a orb-shaped cloud of buzzing Xel, with eyes a VIOLENT magenta, and horrid teeth--]

???: -Dnnghh...-

Beck: Wha--?

[And in that massive, monstrous form...]

[...was another smaller sphere, and a...symbol...]

[A symbol that unmistakably resembled his.]

((Pic, probably))

???: Cnghhh....!

[The living Xellular sphere regarded the Mighty Number with strange, almost OTHERWORLDLY like beeps and clicks, as if it, too, was just as alarmed at Beck's presence.]

Beck: ...Are...

Beck: Are you...Trinity...?

Trinity: -SCREEEEECH--

Beck: [!][!][!] -LEAPS backwards--

[Without warning, the thing--Trinity--lunged at him with a SNAP of her jaws, sharp edges grazing armor for a moment before he pulled away in time...]

Beck: Guess that's a resounding yes--!

[MN.9 HAS ENTERED OFFENSIVE COMBAT MODE.]

Beck: Alright, then--just you and me now!

Beck: Dad says you and I are the same, somehow, and if that's right--!

Beck: Then I know you--the REAL you--is in there somewhere--!

Beck: Don't worry, Trinity--

Beck: Because I'm going to save you too--!

Trinity: SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--!!

((Pic))

[E N C O U N T E R]

[MODEL: CDN-1201 - CODENAME: TRINITY.]

((distorted text)) [HEIGHT: ∞ WEIGHT: ∞ XEL: ∞]

Beck: --?!? What ARE these readings?! That shouldn't even be possible--!

Trinity: -SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!-

[THAT was familiar. The familiar screech that had come again and again— sometimes on its own, sometimes overlapped with that of his siblings—

But there was no mistaking that sound.]

Beck: -Winces--!-

[The floor moves again, UP--]

[WHAM!]

[And flings him that way until he crashes back first into the ceiling, followed by the floor then flipping upwards to SLAM him towards the opposite wall--]

Beck: GNH--!

Trinity: -LUNGES--

[REXELECTION: SEISMIC.]

[The screech of tank tracks fill the air as Beck narrowly avoids teeth again, curving around to switch to default and firing at will--!]

[BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM--]

Beck: --?!?

Beck: (No effect?! That usually WORKS--!)

Beck: (Nng--okay, okay, we have other options--)

[REXELECTION: DYNATRON]

Beck: -BzzzZZZT--!-

[A flurry of bits swirl around him and Trinity, and he snaps his fingers--]

[BZZZZZZZZZZRT!]

Trinity: -ROARS-

Beck: (That did SOMETHING, I th--)

Trinity: -LOUD, HORRID BEEP--

[She... sinks back into the floor--]

Beck: [!]

Beck: -Spins on his heel--

[And good thing, too, so he can see the giant set of jaws REACHING for him again--]

Beck: -SCREE--

[REXELECTION: AVIATOR.]

[He propels himself away from being turned into lunch, and tosses a few propeller blades at her for good measure.]

[This only made her VERY angry.]

Trinity: -GURGLES IN OMINOUS RAGE--

[SPLAT!]

Beck: -EW, EW--

[Something vile and sticky was spat at him, staining his usual, pristine armor a sickly pink...]

[XELFILTER.EXE IS ENGAGED.]

Beck: -Gross gross GROSS--

Trinity: [Frustration emoticon x4]

[When it became clear that it wasn't working too well, Trinity responded by spitting up MORE of the obviously infected Xellular substance.]

Beck: -STOP THAT--

[REXELECTION: CRYOSPHERE.]

[PHSSSSSSSH--!]

[The high pressure stream of HOT water was enough to push Trinity far enough to phase through the wall again, screeching bloody murder--and the Mighty Number wasted no time turning the stream down a few settings and dousing HIMSELF off.]

Beck: (Gross, GROSS, I'd give ANYTHING for one of Cryo's power washes right now--)

[Splat--!]

Beck: -UGH--

[More--but...that came from above him--]

Trinity: SCREEEENGH--!

Beck: !!!!

[She CRASHES RIGHT on top of him, and the jagged edges of her teeth try to latch onto his limbs, which were the only things keeping her jaws from clamping DOWN on him, DEVOURING him WHOLE--]

Beck: -PANIC, PANICKED DATA--

Beck: nononNONONONO--

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

Beck: {GET AWAY!}

[SHING!]

Trinity: -UNHOLY SCREAM OF R A G E--

[The Mighty Number wildly slashes at the infected CDN, but the sword doesn't cut--it PHASES right through her, the Xel merely parting to let it pass harmlessly.]

Beck: -SCREAMS--

[CRACK--]

[CRUNCH--]

[MN.9] //: -PAIN--

[Fast--he had to think fast--!]

[REXELECTION: COUNTERSHADE]

[Click--]

[BOOM--!]

[Beck flips through his forms until he manages to land on Shade's, loading up a familiar, red dart and aiming it right at their eyes. An explosion followed, a SCREECH filling his ears as Trinity backed away IMMEDIATELY.]

Trinity: -SCREEEEeeeEEE--

Beck: --!! (Of course--)

Beck: (Should have went with this from the start--!)

[REXELECTION: PYROGEN.]

Beck: (I just have to get CLOSE again--)

Trinity: -Sinks back into the floor--

Beck: [Drops emoticon x3] (...Is--is she hiding?)

[Hardly.]

[Woosh--]

Beck: [!][!][!]

[The floor slid out from underneath him, revealing Trinity waiting with open jaws for the Mighty Number to fall right into them.]

Beck: -YIPE--

Beck: BURNING--

Trinity: -ROARS--

[She leaped upwards--]

Beck: SPIRIT--!!!

[B O O M--!]

[The force of the fairly powerful explosion was enough to both expel Beck from the small gap and to force Trinity to retreat again into the walls, ROARING in pain.]

[Nine sails through the air and collides with ground not soon after, somewhat of a smoking mess.]

Beck: -Nnng...-

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 1...]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Beck: -Better...-

Trinity: -Screeeee....-

Beck: (Finally winding down--)

Beck: (But getting too close doesn't seem to be the greatest idea--she REALLY wants to make a snack out of me. Not a wonder where she gets THAT from...)

Beck: (If that's the case--!)

Trinity: -SCREEEEEEEEEEE--!!-

Beck: Sorry, Trinity...

[REXELECTION: BATTALION.]

Beck: ...But this is probably gonna hurt!

((Pic))

[Barrel gleaming, Beck takes on his older brother Battalion's form. Trinity seems to almost recoil at this sight, and then becomes more aggressive--she lunges once more in an attempt to take a bite out of his arm cannon before he can--]

[BOOM!]

Trinity: -WILD SCREECH OF P A I N--

[Fortunately, Beck was counting on her closing the distance--he leaped backwards and fired a missile right into her face.]

[The Xel that surrounded her core began to flicker and then finally glow a sickly pink...]

Beck: [!] (Finally!)

[Nine rushes forwards--]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Trinity: -SCREE--

[--only to be flung backwards by the floor again. His back hits the wall with a CRACK.]

Beck: Gnh--!

[His vision swam for a moment, and before he could re-calibrate his senses, he's once again flung away--this time TOWARDS Trinity again.]

Beck: -AACK--

Beck: (This isn't good--I'm getting tossed around like in a pinball machine!)

Trinity: -HISSSSS--

Beck: -Click--

[BOOM!]

[Another missile finds it's mark, and more Xel flakes away from her. Beck absorbs that quickly, rolling to his left to fire another towards the wall across from him.]

Beck: (I need to think ahead--)

[Instead of exploding on contact, this missile embeds itself into the wall, and starts beeping quietly.]

Beck: (Need to focus--)

Beck: (Need to get her attention--!)

Beck: HEY!

Trinity: -ROAAAAAR--

[The whole room ripples, causing Beck's senses to suddenly go on high alert.]

[SHINK!]

[Far too late. A scream rips through his throat when he's suddenly struck from behind by a spike protruding from the wall, easily piercing through the armor on his shoulder.

There was a matching ripple in what little data was getting through the static, which didn’t help at all.]

Beck: -H-Hurts--

Beck: (Hurts, but--need--need to FOCUS--!)

[He aims--]

[BOOM!]

[--and fires once more, keeping Trinity's jaws at bay while he PAINFULLY pulled himself away from the spike pinning him down.]

[SHINK--]

Beck: -Narrowly backs away from another spike missing his HEAD--

Beck: O~O!!!;;;

[SHINK SHINK SHINK--!]

Beck: aaAAAA--!!

[More, so, SO many more spikes--! They jutted suddenly out of the walls, the floors, even the ceiling, threatening to IMPALE his chassis if he didn't move fast enough! And move he did, scrambling to get away from them.]

[Beep--]

Beck (Running out of time--) HEY! OVER HERE--gnh!

[Some of the rapidly forming spikes cut him deeper than he would like, but he can't stop now--]

[Beep--]

Trinity: -HELLISH SCREECH--

[And she follows--]

[Beep--]

[Beep--]

[Beep--]

Beck: NOW!

[COMMAND ACKNOWLEDGED: DETONATE.]

[BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP--]

[BOOOOOOM--!!!]

[All Beck hears is something inhuman WAILING** in pure agony as the explosion engulfs the room. Static fills his vision, and he feels his helmet fly off his head as he tumbles across the ground.]

[ERROR! CRITICAL DAMAGE! FORM: DEFAULT.]

[The wails of pain seem to die off in volume, and he hears cracking, and then...]

[...]

[...Silence...]

[Even longer than what should be there...he was being chased down by spikes before, so by now, he should've been...]

Beck: Hhggnn....

Beck: -Can't...can't see...-

[Something must have gone wrong with his optical functions...]

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 2...]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Kkkkkkkk...

>kkkta—s. -nkkkkkkk-ry—

Beck: Hooo...

[That seems to have worked. Immediately, his vision returns to him, and he is greeted with a rather strange, peculiar sight.]

Beck: [!]

Beck: What the...?

[The smoke clears fully...]

[Floating amidst the rubble of broken Xel and debris was a small, pink sphere, with a symbol not unlike his. A gentle pair of wings, seemingly transparent and pixelated, seem to be keeping the sphere afloat in a silent hover.]

Beck: (That...)

Beck: (That must be...Trinity's Central Core...)

[It was surrounded by some...some odd, fierce violet flame, and it pulsed in a highly unsettling manner.]

Beck: -Stumbles to his feet-

Beck: I...

Beck: ...Trinity?

Beck: ...Hello...?

Beck: -Ping?-

[...]

[...Nothing. At least, from her.]

<MM>: > STATUS?

Beck: [!]

Beck: -Attempts to ping Morse Code--

[MN.9] //: [ONLINE. PURGE IN 5.]

Beck: -Whew...-

Beck: (Okay...she's...okay, okay, where--where is my helmet?)

[After retrieving it from where it rolled off and putting it back on his head, Beck edged closer to the infected core as carefully as he could.]

Beck: Okay...

[XEL PURGE ONLINE.]

Beck: Okay, Trinity...

Beck: Just...hold still, please, it'll be all--

[Zip!]

Beck: !

[The infected core flew away from his reach--]

Beck: Wait--no, hold still--

[Zip!]

Beck: I said hold still--!

[Zip! Zip!]

Beck: Trinity--!

[Zip zip zip!]

[The flying core's flight path grew more and more erratic as Beck chased it around, and it buzzed angrily every time his fingers managed to brush the surface.]

[Ziiiiiip!]

Beck: !!!

[Until it suddenly stopped.]

[And shot straight down into the ground, phasing through it and vanishing from sight.]

Beck: No!

Beck: You are NOT getting away--

[Rumble...]

Beck: --...that...easily...?

[GRROOOWLLLL...]

Beck: --!!!

[All at once, the room started to glow, and the Xel debris around him began to float upward.]

Beck: Wha--

[P I N G.]

Beck: UGH--!

[A distorted ping rang through his head--]

[CDN.1201] //: [ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. CHASSIS NOT FOUND. DATA PROCESSING CORRUPTED--]

Beck: ?!?! Trinity--?!

[CDN.1201] //: [ERROR. ERROR! DO NOT UNDERSTAND. CANNOT UNDERSTAND--]

[A VIOLENT shake knocks Beck off balance--]

Beck: ACK--!

[CDN.1201] //: [DIS....DIS....]

[CDN.1201] //: [DISTRESS. DISTRESS. CANNOT UNDERSTAND. DISTRESS. DISTRESS. DISTRESSDISTRESSDISTRESS--]

[CDN.1201] //: -Fast paced data, cross references too fast to compute, too much, TOO MUCH--

[SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--]

[CDN.1201 to MN.9] //: W̕H͘O̸̴͡ ̧̕͢A̵̷M̀ ͢͟I̕?̶͏͠

[CDN.1201 to MN.9] //: W̷H̷O̢.̀͡͏.͏̀͏.A̛͜R̶͠͝E͘ ̷̷͏Y͢͞͏O̵̡Ư?

Beck: Y--You...you're--

[CRACK--!!]

[The earth opens before him, and a hellish roar breaks the still silence.]

[A heartbeat passes. A flower blooms and rises from the ashes of death and conflict, a sickly scent rising into the air...]

Trinity: RHAOOAAAAAAAAARH--!!!

((Pic))

[As Beck gazes upwards in horror, his systems frozen in place, he doesn't even find the strength to s c r e a m.]

[CDN.1201 to MN.9] //: W̡͡H́A̢̕T̨͝͝ ͜I̷͜S ̨͞T̨H͘I̶͠S̀͜?

[BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM--]

[Beck's only response was to shoot wildly in terror, his voice finally breaking free of crushing fear with a strained yell. It does nothing in the face of this deadly bloom.]

[The eyes on it's stalk stare and stare, stare into his very soul--]

[Sickly vines of Xel and virus start to grow into the ground, power pulsing and pulling everything they can grab towards the monstrosity they grew from.]

<DLN-008>: > -WARNING! 07.01.2016T MEMORY DATA CROSS-REFERENCES TO MULTIPLE HAZARDOUS FILES!-

<DLN-008>: > -ERROR—-

[The data was becoming erratic.]

<DLN-008>: > -S-s-s-s-system approaching processor limits-

Trinity: -DISTORTED SCREEECH--

[Beck does EVERYTHING in his power to scramble and get away--enough to grab his bearings, process, think of how in the WORLD he was going to fight this thing--]

[CRACK!!]

Beck: !!!

[The ground around him suddenly pulses and BREAKS upwards--revealing MORE twisted vines that reach all the way to the ceiling, taking root up there as well.]

[CRACK--!!]

Beck: (It--)

[CRACK--!!]

Beck: (IT'S BLOCKING ME IN--)

Trinity: -SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH.]

[SHING!]

[On instinct, Beck swiftly dons his older brother's form and slices one of the vines away. Only to look on in horror as it near instantaneously regrew itself, with no window for him to escape.]

[He tried another form.]

[REXELECTION: BATTALION]

[...And another...]

[REXELECTION: PYROGEN]

[...and another.]

[REXELECTION: SEISMIC.]

[Suddenly it made sense.]

[All the stories he heard, the ones he was never supposed to hear.]

[Never in a MILLION years could he have EVER understood it, until now, until experiencing it FIRST HAND.]

[The paralyzing, mind-numbing FEAR of being trapped, cornered, and...and...]

[SHINK--!]

Beck: AHHHGH--!

[Pain. White hot, burning pain, pressure being applied at his chest that was growing ever so slightly each passing second. He was--being pressed--CRUSHED--against the thorn-covered vines--]

Trinity: -SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

[CDN.1201 to MN.9] //: Wh͘at͞ ҉i̶s t̀hi͏s?̶ Whát i͘s ͟th̢ís?̴ What įs th͞i̢s͢ẁh̶a͝t͠is̀th̡i͢sw̕h͝at͠įst̷hi̧swha͠tis̕thi̶s̡WH̢AT͢AR̵EWE͡-͞

Kkkkkkk—

Kkkkk—

[This wasn’t good.]

Beck: -S--Stop--

Beck: -Please--stop--it hurts--

Beck: -Don't--please--please--!-

[CRUNCH--]

Beck: -SCREECH OF PAIN DATA--

[WARNING! WARNING! MN.9 HAS SUSTAINED CRITICAL DAMAGE! SHUTDOWN IMMINENT--]

[He could faintly hear--over the very, very little data through his feeds, panic. So much panic. His friends, his family--]

Beck: -Ghnn--...!-

[BLAM!]

[Nothing--he couldn't do anything. Nothing was working and everything was too much, too much noise and pain and despair--]

[He can't--he can't just die here--!]

[CRUNCH--]

[XEL COUNT AT 40% BELOW NORMAL--]

[Screams. All he could hear were screams--]

Beck: -H--

Beck: -Help--

Beck: -He...lp...-

KKKKKKKKKKKK—

[Alone. An empty void in data once the feeds finally cut out. No help was coming.]

[All Beck could do now was reach out with his fading hand, up at the bloom who was slowly, but surely, draining the LIFE out of him.]

Beck: -T...Trin...ity...-

[He had to--]

Beck: -You...you're...-

Beck: -Like...us...-

Beck: -Like...m...me...-

[C R U N C H--!!!]

[Static. Static, cold, numb.]

[The pain cut off in an instant, and he couldn't hear anything anymore. Couldn't feel, couldn't see, either--just a hazy, white static in his head. And it, too, was slowly fading away...]

[Fading away into darkness and nothing, as if it was all just a bad dream.]

[Slowly...slowly...]

[Fading away...]

-------------------

<DLN-008>: > -WARNING! 07.01.2016T MEMORY DATA CROSS-REFERENCES TO MULTIPLE HAZARDOUS FILES!-

[What Beck could barely hear, Tobias heard perfectly well.

Tobias screeched in agony at the overwhelming data of pain and despair he was receiving from all the Mighty Numbers at once.

It was creating one harmful Primal Analysis Nexus, and adding to multiple other toxic PANs as well.]

<DLN-008>: > -Screams in AGONIZING pain—-

>WARNING! SYSTEM CRASH IMMINENT!

[Dozens of memories of violence had completely blinded him—and with Avi in use as an auxiliary processing unit, he was dragging the unfortunate Xelbot down with him into the server’s darkest memories in the process.]

-=-=-

Beck: -H--

Beck: -Help--

Beck: -He...lp...-

-=-=-

>CROSS-REFERENCE IDENTIFIED: DCN-000 MEMORY DATA.

>ERROR—

KKKKKKKKKKKK—

[PING.]

[STATUS UPDATE: MN.9 CHASSIS NOT FOUND. ANALYZING...]

[LOADING.]

[LOADING.]

[PING.]

[MN.9 IS NOW IN CORE STASIS MODE. ERROR: AUTOMATIC TELEPORT RECOVERY OF CENTRAL CORE FAILED, SIGNAL NOT FOUND...]

((Insert various notifications mentioning that DLN-008 is Offline and DLN-000 is Offline OR in maintenance mode; there’s no server for the memory data to be transferred to, so Tobias attempts to connect to the SEDW via Avi

Have fun with that, Will ))

((Wall of cross-references listed, none of them are playing, though—because they’re pouring in too fast for any one to start, because it keeps getting interrupted by more, more, MORE—))

<TT>: > ALERT—SYSTEM FUNCTIONS COMPROMISED. CODE RED—SATELLITE LINK FAILING

[Klaxon alarms could be heard over the feed. The familiar voice from the Pentagon’s cyber unit that had helped them several days ago and the day previously was on the line. Shouting could be faintly made out behind him.]

“Guys we need that comm back! SITUATION CRITICAL!”

[That was putting it only mildly.]

[On the other side of the feeds, Sanda Technologies was in utter chaos.]

[MN.5] //: IF YOU GO OUT THERE YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD!

[MN.7] //: -Fervent Japanese- {I WILL NOT LEAVE MY BROTHERS TO DIE, EVERY SECOND WE WASTE--}

[MN.1] //: ENOUGH! We can't--we can't do anything with the virus in the Coloseeum, we--

[MN.2] //: GUYS I CAN'T HOLD THIS SWARM OFF FOREVER, SOMEONE DO SOMETHING--

[MN.3] //: -LOUD, LOUD BUZZING- SOMEONE NEEDS TO ZZSAVE OUR BABY BROTHER BEFORE HIS CORE GETZZZ DAMAGED, WHY ARE WE JUST ZZSITTING HERE?!

[MN.6] //: -SCREECHING--

[MN.8] //: DAD--DAD, AVI--hang in there, brother, it's me, it's only me--!

[MN.4] //: -Loud rumbly sounds of DISTRESS, must--must protect, must be wall--

“WARNING: DEFCON 2 ACTIVATED.”

“Do you read me? Sanda Enterprises, do you read me—?!”

[Ping.]

[MN.5] //: DO NOT MAKE ME CRIT YOU FOR YOUR OWN--what the hell?

[MN.7] //: ?!

<KDN-5056>: >ERROR—ORDER NULL

[MN.7] //: ??? ({What...who...? What is...what is that serial? Who--})

[And again— though this time, a distinct sense that focus was being placed on Brandish.]

<KDN-5056>: >AWAITING YOUR COMMAND

<KDN-5056>: >WHAT ARE YOUR NEW ORDERS, MASTER

[MN.7] //: ...

[MN.7] //: {...Sh...Shadow...?}

<KDN-5056>: > PROCESSING...

<KDN-5056>: > ORDER NOT RECOG...NIZED...

<DWN-024 is in Defensive Combat Mode.>

<KDN-5056>: > NOT... AN... ORDER, THAT IS...

<KDN-5056>: >A... <DWN-024>: > {MY...}

<DWN-024 is Online.>

<DWN-024>: > {...name...}

[MN.7] //: {Shadow--!}

<DWN-024>: > -Clearly disoriented but definitely there- {Brandish...?}

[MN.7] //: {Thank God--}

[MN.7] //: {Quickly--we must--}

[MN.5] //: You are NOT going ANYWHERE--

[MN.1] //: Father--!

<DWN-024>: > {What—what do we need to do? I—I seem to have failed, Tobias is... I cannot sense them, it is—you are the only one I can hear, the connection must be fading—}

[Min’s voice broke through, though it seemed she wasn’t talking to them.]

“{Are you threatening us—}”

“{Like HELL are we going down with you, Morandi!}”

“{HOLD THE LINE, KAZIMIR! YOU WILL SUFFER CONSEQUENCES IF YOU MAKE GOOD ON THAT THREAT!}”

“WARNING: DEFCON 1 ACTIVATED.”

“SANDA ENTERPRISES, DO YOU READ ME?!?!!”

[PING!]

[DR.WHITE] //: R--Reading! We--we read--

[Poor man. He sounds so broken.]

[DR.WHITE] //: I...

[PING!]

[DR.SANDA] //: Will--Will, we need to do something, we have to--

[DR.SANDA] //: Gn, I knew it, I knew it, we should have listened to him--!

[DR.WHITE] //: Beck...

[DR.WHITE] //: ...can't...can't be...

[DR.WHITE] //: Can't be true...

<DWN-024>: > Sensei?

“{I’m not waiting any longer, Morandi—you’re all toast—}”

“{Oh yes you WILL. You don’t have the authority to make that call on your own!}”

<DWN-024>: > {Was there something you wanted me to do?}

[MN.7] //: -Strained, stressed and VERY conflicted data-

[MN.7] //: Kohai...

[MN.7] //: {Take...take Tobias and go--}

<DWN-024>: > {Where? Is there another tower?}

[MN.7] //: {No! Just--anywhere but here! Leave!}

<CROSS-REFERENCE IDENTIFIED: 06.21.2016T MEMORY DATA

<DWN-024>: > N-nngh—!

[MN.7] //: --!

<DWN-024>: > C-cannot—cannot abandon—post—

[There was a flash of dazed pain.]

((Shadow’s programming has conflicting directives, and it says as much))

[MN.7] //: {Shadow! Listen to me--you need to go, please! If you stay, you will--!}

<DWN-024>: > -ERROR-

[There was a harsh blast of static and a deafening roar, as if of an inferno flaring inside a confined space.

For a moment, there was a vivid image, almost too sharp to be real—]

((Pic – Earth from space))

[MN.7] //: ?!

KSSSSS....

[Static.

Nothing but static.]

[MN.7] //: {SHADOW--!}

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//:MESSAGE RECEIVED. FROM: Ø [CONTACT: RAY] SENT: 11:46 AM.

//: …Where should I begin…?

//: …Ah…right. I suppose an apology is in order, firstly…it’s been quite some time since I’ve spoken to any of you, and I’m sorry. Truly. Some of you are angry with me, I know, and it is my fault. I know I’ve been rather reclusive these last few months, and…there is a reason for it. Several, in fact, of which I will now tell you, the people that have made my wretched existence…a little easier. A little more…brighter.

//: …I have been working on several projects--this is what was eating up most of my time. One of which is looking for a more permanent solution for my deteriorating condition, caused by my lack of a central core. I have searched for many, many decades, and with the recently opened rifts that have appeared these last few years--the very same ones that have led me to you all--did bring up some new leads…

//: …But all I have found are…dead ends. EVERYWHERE I look only reminds me that I am cursed, and that nothing can fix me. That I...

//: I…I’m running out of time. It grows worse, my horrid curse…I am falling apart more rapidly, I must hunt more frequently…and…and the pains…

//: It hurts now. I feel as if I am rotting away from the inside out. It hurts…so much. I cannot…hold myself together for long…there is only…pain…hunger…pain…and hunger…

//: Ngh–!!

//: Hunger…consume…feed…! I can’t–need…more–!!

[…There is silence, it was as if the message was edited and continued much later…did she mean to send this before the virus had been released?]

//: Hnn...

//: I...I'm fine. I don't know for how long...I...

//: ….Do you see now?

//: I…I am not long for this world.

//:…This…world…

//: …This world. This cheap, thrill-seeking world, only caring about their advertised construct battles and those who provide it! As long as humans, the sinful ones, have that to entertain them…their precious Battle Colosseum…their so-called heroes…! They care about nothing else…

//: And it’s all because of them that I am this way. All of it. All of it. ALL OF IT. I would have never resorted to such disgusting ways of survival if it wasn’t for them! The NBCA, CherryDyn, and ESPECIALLY HIM…

//: I was doomed! Doomed from the start! Doomed to fall! Doomed to die! I...!

//: ...

//: …I refuse to leave this mortal earth…fading away in some…dark, lonely corner, amongst the filth and the departed…by my own hands…god, no. I won't--I can't subject you all to that. I can't let you watch me slowly wither and die when there's nothing to be done, I can't...I can't bear you to that pain.

//: No.

//: If I am to die…If I am to be sent to the Void, never to return…if I am to burn, burn in hell…

//: Then this world will burn with me. Along with all those who have wronged me. CherryDyn. The Colosseum. Humanity.

//: They will burn…they will pay for their sins…pay…in blood, in Xel…it doesn’t matter.

//: ...

//: Don’t bother trying to stop me. The rifts are beginning to close…as if the fates already know how this ends…as if they knew all along that this was my role to play.

//: …And no matter what happens, I…will be no more…

//: I just…

//: ….

//: I can’t…take this anymore. The endless slaughter…the constant…fear…I can’t…there is nothing…I can do…I can’t be saved, no matter what Beck says. No matter what...God...

//: Cale, my love...

//: …Caleb Light…my dauntless rebel…I love you so, so much. I gave you…everything I had left…everything that I am…and…you are the best–no…the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. My light in the darkness…my Mate…I’m so sorry I have to put you through this. I know...I can hear your words now, saying that I shouldn't do this, but you must understand--If I die--the people that made me what I am will go on to hurt countless others. It's not just vengeance, my Light--I want Justice. They need to pay, while I am still the only one alive to remember their sins. Please…forgive me…this...this isn't how I wanted it to end.

//: I love you.

//: Rock…MZ…I give you my blessings…focus on the future you have now, together…whenever you DO get married, eventually…that is, if you haven’t already. Don’t let me…ruin it with my acts of vengeance. Just…stay out of it. Please. This is more than just about me--CherryDyn is far, far more crueler than what I have told you. There are things that they do in the shadows that...

//: I swear, I will make them all pay for what they’ve done… As my last sin, as my last will…these humans will all die, like they should, and they will know what happens when they cross a predator…

//: …

//: I…don’t want to cut this short. But the wheels have been set into motion already. Even I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to. And even if I could…

//: ...

//: Days…hours…that’s all I have left…A week, at most. More if I can starve off the hunger right. If...if you do manage to come here, please be careful.

//: …

//: I’m sorry. This is probably the last you will hear from me. I...

//: I'm sorry I'm so sick...

//: I'm sorry I'm so broken, I...

//: I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

//: …Good-bye.

[END OF MESSAGE.]

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

{Titus, CA Colosseum June 21st, 20XX

11:40 AM}

[The day started out like any other.

Cardinal was excited. This was going to be his first time seeing the Mighties fight together. Finally, after all the long months of suffering and loneliness…]

Cardinal: (This is gonna be great…! Too bad Baron couldn’t be here. He loves a good battle royale!)

[It was all he could do to not go down to the locker room right this minute.

He’d waited all this time to see his friends again. Waiting a few hours longer wasn’t going to hurt him.

…Or so he thought.]

{Meanwhile…}

“Come ON, Beck! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!”

“C-Coming, Cryo!”

“We’ve spent enough time walking down memory lane in the trophy room. We have to get to the arena before they call us out for our return debut match.”

“WE KNOW, Pyro. Jeezzz, calm down.”

“I believe he is only excited to be back in familiar stomping grounds. Isn’t that right, Bat?”

“TOO RIGHT, Brand!”

“Heh. We’re ALL glad t’ be home, yeah…. Ah’ look forward t’ givin’ ‘em all a good show.”

“MAN, I am so stoked for this! Hey, I hope they get my good side, ya know? Course, I look good in ALL angles.”

“…Avi not focused.”

“Mic is right. It’s time to get out there. Everyone! PLACES!”

[The team responded enthusiastically in unison.]

“YES SIR NO.1!”

[The crowd burst into cheers as the Mighties took their place on the field.]

Cardinal: -Whistles LOUDLY, pinging with excitement-

“Laaaaadies and gentlebots! Men, women, and children of all ages! Please put your hands together for your returning Queen's Tournament Champions, TEAM MIGHTY NUM—"

[KSSSSssssst…]

Cardinal: —???

[There was a disquieted murmur amongst the crowd. Cardinal suddenly felt grim.]

<DLN-000>: >Guys, I think something is…

<DLN-000>: > Something’s not right over here—

[sssKKKKT--]

[MN.1] //: Hnnk...I...I don’t…

[MN.7] //: -Suddenly horribly dizzy, what, what is—-

[MN.4] //: -Mic—Mic no like these new voices—-

[MN.8] //: -Ah'—Cards—CARDS—-

<DLN-000>: > ?! -Distressed data, CONCERN— -

<DLN-000>: > What is it? What's going on, Shade?

[PING!]

[MN.9] //: Guys?! What's going on, are you okay—?!

[MN.9] //: Why am I getting warnings from my—

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN—

[Chaos began rising as alarms started going off everywhere.]

Cardinal: !

Attention! Attention! This is Code Red! Please evacuate the arena calmly and quickly! This is not a drill! Please—

[Fights were starting to escalate within the crowd. Cardinal had instinctively shifted into his armor.]

[MN.6] //: nngh ow ow ow ow-

[MN.3] //: -Erractic buzzing and SCREECHING—-

[MN.2] //: Can't think—about anything—!

[MN.5] //: c-compromised, stand clear—

Cardinal: Guys?!

[WARNING. WARNING. VIRUS DETECTED IN SERVER. FIREWALL PROGRAMS HAVE FAILED.]

[Someone suddenly grabs at Cardinal—a civilian model, jaw open in a war cry, bathed in violet flames and unrelenting rage.]

Cardinal: !!! -Gives a backhand hit, jumping up high-

[He recognized those flames.

Those were the flames of berserk rage: a sick madness, one that deprives the victim of all reason and most free will.]

[Cardinal used Item-1!]

Cardinal: -Hovers in place, looking down at the sands-

[To his horror, he could see flickers starting to form around the Mighty Numbers.

It had been bad enough to see them amongst the crowd, with the world devolving into chaos.

To see them now, on his friends—]

Cardinal: NO!

[It was rapidly turning to the darkness of his absolute /worst nightmares/.]

[MN.1-8 HAVE BEEN INFECTED WITH HARMFUL MALWARE. RUNNING XELFILTER.EXE FOR MN.9]

[The stands were a jumbled mess. The exits were jammed with people trying to escape, with fights and aggressive, infected Xelbots barring the way.]

Bat: Cowards...

Bat: Can’t even STAND THEIR GROUND!

Cardinal: [Glitch]—

[WARNING: MN.1-8 HAVE ENTERED FULL COMBAT MODE. RESTRICTIONS: NONE.]

<DLN-000 has entered Non-Lethal Combat Mode.>

[Without another thought, Cardinal swings himself over the barrier and into the sands, his whistle piercing through the air—]

Shade: -Winces—!- Hnn—! (Too loud—!)

Beck: —! Cardinal—!

[BLAM!]

[Cardinal’s shot intercepted Bat’s round in a high-blast of plasma cannon fire. This prevented the shot from reaching the crowds, but the round exploded in the air instead. Cardinal had to shield from the shrapnel.]

Cardinal: SHUT DOWN! SHUT DOWN IMMEDIATELY!

Bat: How dare you presume to give orders, you foolhardy DESERTER—

Cardinal: ! -Staggers back, taking a firmer stance- We can fix this! You need to trust me—!

Shade: -Pain, fighting off an urge to make him shut up- C-Cards…! Get…

Shade: GET LOST! NOW!

Cardinal: Not in a million lifetimes, Shade!

Brand: Can't you see that we're going OUT OF CONTROL, YOU RECKLESS DEATHSEEKER—

[And just like that, there were eight sets of eyes trained onto Cardinal.]

[He was surrounded.]

Beck: NO—!!!

[Things were spiraling out of control too quickly—they were all rushing at Cardinal, there was no way he would—]

<DLN-000 has entered Lethal Combat Mode.>

[He abruptly shifted into full armor and dropped to the ground. Pyro’s tackle missed, and he tripped up the team leader with a well-placed low kick before springing back to his feet, blasting away at bits that were trying to swarm him.]

[Cardinal used SUPER ARM!]

[WHAM!]

[Cardinal grabbed Pyro by the ankle before he could get up, and SLAMMED him right into Cryo before she could freeze him solid.

He sprung up in the air and landed right on Bat’s shoulder.]

Cardinal: -Aggressive data-

Beck: O~O!!!

[Meanwhile, all Beck could do was back away slowly, eyes darting fearfully from one sibling to another. Why was this happening? Why were they ACTING like this—?!]

Brand: Stop showing off and get OUT of here, before—

[There was an insanely mad cackle as Cardinal was lifted right off of the walking WMD, with Dyna coming down from the sky.]

Dyna: Szzo enthusiastic! You must have such intense energy!

Shade: -AaaAAUUGH DYNA—! DON’T—!!-

[Cardinal didn’t even seem to try and get out of it, just pulled his shield in closer with a grim expression while bits were weaving a web around him.]

Dyna: What’szz WRONG, Cardinal? Iszz the birdie unable to fly away from the web?

Beck: NO—!

[Cardinal abruptly smirked as Dyna loomed in closer. It was a dark smirk, and his eyes glowed red with cruel intent.]

Beck: —!!! (No—I know that look! That red color—don't tell me he’s—!)

[Cardinal was NOT infected… at least, no more than he had once warned long ago.

As a veteran Wilybot and soldier, he didn’t give his enemy any warning: not even a gloat of confidence.]

[Cardinal used LEAF SHIELD!]

[There was a piercing SHRIEK of pain on the part of the electric diva as a swarm of razor-sharp, leaf-shaped metal created a cloud of shrapnel around the Robot Master in question. Dyna backed away, giving off glitched scree noises. By this point, several of the other Mighty Numbers had vanished in the turmoil; it was at this point that Dyna herself took her cue to leave.

His victory was short-lived, however, as a red blur shredded the projectile shield into a fine mist, before placing his swords right against the prototype’s throat.]

((Pic—Cardinal v Brand))

Brand: -Seethes- How DARE you toy with us at a time like this!

[Cardinal was instantly gone, teleported across the sands to avoid incoming fire from above. Brandish moved quickly as well, but not quite quickly enough to avoid unfriendly fire.]

Avi: Awww, couldn’t you have held him a little longer, ninjabro? You know what they say—

Shade: -Struggling to retain self-control, even as he starts locking onto Cardinal’s signal- Avi, Ah’ swear if you PUN at a tahm like THIS—

Avi: “A bird in the HAND is worth two in the bush!”

[The sniper gave a cry of frustration and fired off a shot. This action seemed to somehow be a succession, a submission—caving in, weakening the resolve.

The shot was dodged easily, due to the interference that offset the sniper’s aim.]

Beck: AVI! BRAND! SHADE! GUYS! S T O P!

Avi: -Ignores Beck entirely- Watch where you’re pointing that thing! And don’t you tell ME what to do— I have plenty to say, and this time, nobody’s going to stop me!

>CROSS-REFERENCES IDENTIFIED: MONSTROPOLIS, DLN-008, DWN-014

Cardinal: -SURGE of aggressive data out of frantic dismay- Avi, DON’T—!

[The plane gave a click noise as he gave finger guns…]

K-PEW!

Cardinal: ! -SHIELDS-

[—which actually fired a pair of shots at Cardinal this time.]

Avi: Yeah, this has been nice and all, but I’ve gotta go to work! Seeee you on the air! Or see the replays of your dismantling, more likely.

Shade: -Snarls- Get OUT—!

[BANG!]

Avi: -AAAAAND that’s our cue BYE NOW— -

[Cardinal didn’t get time to object to this, as he had to teleport to avoid being cut in half by Brandish.]

Beck: NII-SAAAAAAAN!

[Brandish abruptly halts before finishing his next move, which allows Cardinal to get away.]

Beck: Brand! Please stop! I-I can call Dad, he can—

Brand: NO—!

[Brandish literally shakes as he steps away, gritting his teeth under his mask.]

Brand: I—can’t—

Beck: Nii-san—!

Brand: Get out of here, GO—!

Brand: NOW!

[BWIP!]

[And just like that, he was gone—]

Beck: BRAND—!

“Don't--Cards, m'beggin' ya, don't get close—”

[Beck whirls around to find Cardinal making close steps towards Shade, who was backing off with every step he took...]

Shade: S’ too late—! Get out, get out— take Beck an' get OUT—

Cardinal: I’m not leaving without you! I WON'T LEAVE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF MONSTROPOLIS! The feds would—

Shade: Ah' SAID, take Beck an' LEAVE—

Cardinal: -Eyes full green and BLARING distressed data- YOU'RE COMING WITH ME, CONSCIOUS OR NOT—

Shade: AH' SAID LEAVE!

[CLICK—]

Beck: —?!

[Beck is suddenly starting down the red barrel of his brother's sniper rifle—he's frozen in place, out of shock and fear—]

Cardinal: —!!

Cardinal: NO—! SHADE! SHADE DON’T—!

[A red flash of light blinds Beck for a moment—it was Cardinal, teleporting in front of him to take the dart that had been fired at him instead—]

[Byuubyuubyuu…!]

Beck: ?! Cards?!?

[He isn't there anymore--he was suddenly gone, and that's when Beck realized that Shade had used one of his teleport darts--]

[Click.]

Beck: Wait, Shade, NO—!

[BANG—]

[S Y S T E M E R R ROR–S YSTEM E R R ROR–]

[MN.9 HAS BEEN DAMAGED BY HARMFUL MALWARE. PREPARING HARD RESET. ALL FORMS WILL BE LOST.]

“GUYS–NO–NOOO–!!”

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=PROLOGUE C: IT ALL BEGINS NOW=

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“The United States has issued a state of national emergency issued by the President—sources tell us that it is yet another cyber terrorist attack in the form of a volatile virus affecting many Xelbots…”

Jack: Oh my God…

[Jack sits in his flat a shaking mess—it only gets worse as he continues to listen to the British news report, every word and syllable only serving to instill a greater feeling of fear and dread with every passing second…]

“Virus symptoms include: loss of reason, hyper aggressiveness and violence, the infected surrounded in violet and red flames—”

Jack: —!!!

Jack: (Oh God—this—this is—)

Jack: (This is exactly what I felt back in the Queen’s Finals—! God, I KNEW those crosses were bad news, I knew it—)

Jack: —! Oh frag—! Miss Eight—!

[She was—she was GOING back to the US to follow a certain trail, but—oh God oh God—]

[Jack springs up from his seat to grab the backpack Kate left for him. He digs into the contents until he finds the phone also included, and starts flipping through the contacts list.]

Jack: Come on, pick up, pick up, please, please—

[KSSSSST….]

[...Nothing. Not even a busy signal, or any kind of voicemail—just unsettling, glitchy static. Jack curses loudly, and almost throws the phone on the ground—until he remembers that he had more than just one phone number to dial. He punches in the next one on the list: her brother, Goose.]

[Beep, beep, beep…]

Jack: Glitchfrag it, Goose, not you too—!

[But even a busy signal was better than the garbled mess he heard with Kate’s—although that only spelled worse for the siren sniper.]

Jack: Come on, Doc…

[Click.]

Jack: DOC—

“Hello, this is Dr. William Apollo White of Sanda Technologies. I’m currently unavailable right now—”

[Voicemail.]

Jack: No—!

[He was starting to lose hope—there weren’t many numbers left…]

Jack: -Clicks on Cardinal’s number- Please—

[He DOES get through, for a short moment, but before he can even say anything—]

[Click. Beeeeeeep.]

Jack: DAMN IT—

[The call was dropped. Wherever Cardinal is, he has terrible phone reception.]

Jack: (Only Doc Mikhail is left; God, I hope he’s alright, please don’t go to voicemail, please—)

[Click.]

Jack: Doc, Oh thank God—

“Mister Jack? That is you?”

Jack: (Oh, uh… okay. This must be his kid. Um…) Y-yeah, it’s me…. Is… is your Dad there?

[He felt bad as he heard the kid cut a sob short, answering with a wavering voice.]

“Father is… Father is alright, да, but…! All the alarms went off, and everyone was so hot, like a fever!”

[She seemed to be trying not to cry.]

“Papa made everything safe again, but he said that it came from Uncle Sanda’s house! They won’t answer the phone!”

Jack: (...So they got hit with the virus too—ugh, it must have jumped over to their server—!)

“Beck won’t answer my pings…! Papa left so many messages on Doctor William’s phone, he… he was getting angry…”

Jack: (Oh, God, I’ve heard STORIES about the Doc getting ticked...or he could just be stressed, either way—)

“Please come over, Mister Jack! It’s safe over here, and we don’t know if they are okay! Cardinal’s gone and I… I’m scared…!”

Jack: Hey, hey, shhh…

Jack: It’s gonna be okay, alright? Listen—I...I’m still stuck over here in England but—

Jack: —?

“...M-Mister Jack? Wh-What’s wrong?”

[Something was slithering behind his couch—something he caught moving out of the corner of his eye, had he not been facing the other wall. Fear seized up his entire frame as he realized the thing that had just taken refuge behind the furniture was ENTIRELY green in color, and as he turned to look—]

[Red, beady eyes glowed back at him.]

Jack: A-Aaaugh—!

“Mister Jack—??”

Jack: I—I, um, I’m going, j-just—just hang tight, okay—bye—!

[After scrambling out of the living room, backpack in hand—who knows HOW many Search Snakes were in his flat now, how many EYES that Viper had in his place—quickly packing out a suitable change in clothes, he was out the door in less than half an hour, heading for a place he knows is safe haven...mostly.]

[When Jack arrived in the Meadow, he could see a crowd outside one of the buildings.

It was a rather sizable group of Robot Masters, all in their full armor. The data in the area was thick with battle-ready tension: a few of them even held weapons in their hands, ready to lash out and strike.]

Jack: -Abruptly halts- ._.;; Uhhh…

Jack: (This doesn’t look very good…)

[He knew all too well how a group of Combat ‘bots in a bad mood could be unforgiving at unwanted interruptions. With Kalinka nowhere in sight, he was beginning to wonder if he should have taken his chances with the Search Snake, rather than butt in during this time of crisis.

Luckily for him, the matter was soon taken out of his hands as his signal registered to someone who recognized him.]

Snow: !!! Mister Jack!

[He runs over to grab Jack by the wrist, causing a few of the others to look up. His presence seemed to calm them a little, by providing a welcome distraction.]

Snow: I’m really glad you’re okay!

Jack: Y-Yeah, me too...where’s Kalinka—?

Snow: Kalinka went with my baby brother! He’s really quiet an’ is a Time Lord an’ such. She’ll be super safe with him!

Jack: (…If he’s a Time Lord, why didn’t they just ask him about what’s going on?)

[He allowed himself to be led over near the mainframe. Although the lab had been constructed, the original mainframe that had been there from the beginning was still outside. Currently, there were two people working at the controls: Dr. Mikhail Cossack, and… Tobias.]

Jack: —!!

Jack: (Th...That bot with the mask—!)

Digger: Hello, Mister Jack! You are well that is yes good! Much worried for everybody now, да.

Keltso: -Scowls, tapping one of his fingers against the Ring Boomerang he is holding- At least you appear to be in one piece. I don’t suppose YOU know what’s going on?

Jack: I—I...Uh...

Skull: -Flatly- Ignore him. He’s just built to be Rage, that’s all.

Jack: (That’s… not exactly reassuring, but okay then…)

Jack: I...there...God, I tried calling everyone—

Jack: I-It’s some kinda cyberattack, some kinda virus—it’s spreading across the whole damn country—!

Mikhail: -Turns around sharply- What?

Speedy: The entire country?

Shadow: Saints preserve us…

Snow: -Really concerned expression- But…! The virus made us really angry and sad!

Jack: (Just like with those stupid crosses…) Nnng… (Kate was right, this isn’t OVER…!)

Jack: Wait— even… even you guys? But… you aren’t Xelbots… and you LOOK fine…

Tobias: -Grits his teeth and sparks up in frustration- It was trying to activate the same thing in our coding! When that didn’t work, it messed with our Combat initiatives and cross-references…

Mikhail: -Turned back to the work station already- I purged it from the system, though I had to take rather extensive steps to do so. I’ll spare you the technical details for now: I’m still trying to get through to them. -Grumbles- For the love of Mary, Will—why won’t you answer your PHONE?

Jack: ? I tried calling Doctor White too, but I just got his voicemail…

Pisces: ? Why?

Jack: … “Why” what?

Pisces: Why did you call. Didn’t know you had his number.

[Now the eyes of several Robot Masters were trained on him, curious.]

Jack: -Awkwardly shifts his weight- Uh… Miss Eight gave it to me…

Jaden: …

Jaden: -Looks around- Why didn’t she come with you?

Jack: She wasn’t with me, she went—

Snow: -Interrupts- Maybe she’s here an’ invisible! :D

Jack: …

Jack: (...Honestly, I didn’t think of that, and I’d really hope she is...but she would have made her presence known SOMEHOW, in a time like this—that, and...that static I heard…)

Jack: … (Maybe I should try again—)

Tobias: -PING!-

[Everything abruptly came to a halt as the monitor became alive with video feed. The scene it displayed was one in chaos: damaged equipment, overturned furnishings, broken containers…

And a couple of very surprised Doctors and their youngest children.]

[CALL] //: Link established. We now have a stable connection with the Meadow Lab.

Will: Mikhail!

Mikhail: WILL!

Beck: GUYS—

Soi: Y-You’re OK—!

[Mikhail heaved a sigh of relief. His friend was alive!]

Mikhail: Thank God you’re alright! When I saw the attack came from your servers and you didn’t answer your phone, I thought the worst had happened…!

[Will stammered as he tried to explain.]

Will: I-I-I-I… I’m sorry, Mikhail, I didn’t—

Soi: Attack? What attack? Don’t tell me—!

Mikhail: -Balls up a fist in frustration, lowering his head and gritting his teeth- I have been spending the last few HOURS piecing things back together after a virus infected the Cossack server of the RobotMaster® Database! I had to completely erase everything on the server and use the external backup to put it back online!

Will: B-but! If you got infected, then—!

Siam: -Interrupts- We’re FINE, the Gemini: White Cell programs we have were sufficient Siam: with help Gemini: in Siamini: staving it off.

Keltso: -Angrily shoves Siam out of the way, speaking in Russian- {Get to the point, cousin! Jack said the virus made international news! What is going on over there?!}

[Beck started shouting in a panic.]

Beck: EVERY ROBOT IN THE CITY AND THE COUNTRY IS GOING BANANAS AND I CAN’T CONTACT THE OTHERS AND I FOUGHT A GIANT ROUND DIGGER AND EVERYONE IS GONE–

Soi: Beck—BECK, CALM DOWN—

[Too late.

The news and Beck’s panic over it was like a spark on bone-dry tinder, setting aflame an inferno of panic. Distressed data began building up and blaring as this panic cascaded and amplified between the Robot Masters, and the air became filled with the chaotic garble of a smattering of languages.]

Keltso: {WHAT?!}

Shadow: -Japanese- {You cannot contact your brothers?! Where ARE they!?}

[CALL] //: The locations of Mighty Numbers 1-8 have yet to be identified. We have just restored the laboratory to normal function.

Beck: -Trying to be calmer like Sanda asked- W-we’re going to search for them right away—!

[This did not have the desired effect. Not at ALL. The Robot Masters flinched at this as if burned, backing off and eyes flickering bright green or red in fear. Nico was silently screaming in alarm and panic over the channel. Even Digger—who rarely let his smile leave his face when he was in public—looked terrified.]

Nico: -You’re— you’re HUNTING them— -

Beck: —?!

Speedy: -Staggers back, raising his voice as he speaks rapidly in Spanish- Dios mío, todos van a morir—

Beck: W-what?!

Pisces: Brother—

[Pisces was trying to comfort him, but it was in vain.]

Speedy: ¡¿Quién más queda para parar esto, si la esperanza se ha ido?! Están siendo CAZADOS ahora, van a ¡MORIR—!

Beck: N-NO, THAT’S! THAT’S NOT—!

[Beck’s protests fell on deaf earcaps.

Everyone’s minds were drawn deep into the fall of Monstropolis—fire and smoke everywhere—and for good reason. Within their own world, the mention of Monstropolis was synonymous with the anti-AI&A dystopian culture—linked without forgiveness to the transgressions of the Robot Masters, which had incited terror and later decimated the city. Because of such actions, an unforgiving hate had become deeply rooted in the culture, and any AI&A (authorized or not) was subject to death by mobs if ever discovered… and a fate worse than death, if they were captured.

Speedy had actually been witness to the immediate aftermath of the fall of Monstropolis first-hand—and he would never forget such days, nor the utter hatred that followed.]

Speedy: La gente se va a matar a todos ellos van a mORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR—

[And he was screaming, screaming in agonizing despair. He couldn’t stand the thought of the one thing that he and his family had gone out of their way to help prevent… truly coming to pass.

The likes of which, of course…]

[…held very, VERY sinister parallels, should Beck be called to play such a role.]

Speedy: POR FAVOR—TEN PIEDAD—POR FAVOR, USTED TIENE QUE GUARDAR—

[This sudden comparison didn’t do them any favors, and was CLEARLY stressing Beck out!]

Beck: -Breathing HARD, the XEL around him reacting erratically-

Will: Beck—BREATHE, just…!

Soi: -TIIIIME TO LOCK ALL THE NON-INFECTED XEL IN THE GIANT CANISTERS IN CASE BECK BREAKS DOWN-

[The others were really starting to break down as well.]

Jaden: -VERY upset- I’m begging you not to kill them like that, please have mercy—

Nico: Oh God help us— Beck, pLEASE, PLEASE DON’T KILL THEM—

[C R A C K]

[There was an audible crackling noise as Beck visibly began to panic. Both Will and Sanda were clearly alarmed by this. Mikhail, for his part, barely seemed to notice—he was busy trying to prevent the RMDC server from crashing.

Despite his efforts, however… he could not block out the pain in their voices. He could not mute the despair in their screams. He could not stop Beck from recalling stories he had never been meant to hear.

…Their voices rose and seemed to entrap him, PLEADS of mercy and terror, growing louder, louder, LOUDER–!]

[C R A C K!]

Beck: ENOUGH!

[The Xel within the large storage canisters in the lab BURST open, quickly inciting a wave of alarm!

Skull created a barrier around himself and his family, while some of the others instinctively took on a fighting stance. The look in their eyes was wild—that of cornered, panicked prey. Both Will and Sanda threw up their arms on instinct, as if expecting a repeat of the LAST time Beck had lost his composure…

…But the wave of Xel never came.]

Mikhail: …?

[Instead…the Xel paused. Drew TOWARDS the Mighty Number, the same soft, green glow enveloping him…]

Beck: All of you be QUIET!

[Mikhail stood, placing a hand on Keltso’s shoulder as a signal to stand down. He was somewhat mesmerized by the display—]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[—a show of power the likes of which he had never seen from Beck before, but not one which was entirely foreign to him.]

Mikhail: … Incredible… (Why, it’s like watching Felix…!)

[XEL QUOTA REACHED. XEL PURGE: ONLINE. XELFILTER.EXE HAS BEEN PREPARED FOR OVERDRIVE.]

Beck: …….

[And as Beck stood there, eyes glowing a willful emerald green, coming to terms with what he just did and what was transpiring around him… the green glow seemed to calm the others.

Their own eyes stopped glowing the panicked solid green they had been moments before, and the Robot Masters stood down. They were watching silently, anxiously—waiting to hear what fateful words Beck had to say.]

Beck: …

[The Xelbot closed his eyes tightly, thinking back on all that had been said—all the things that fed into that moment—]

- — - — -

“I’m not leaving without you! I WON'T LEAVE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF MONSTROPOLIS! The feds would—”

“…Haywire robots…in all 52 states…”

“IT’S BLACKWELL’S FAULT—”

“Hellllooo! Is this thing on?”

[…Screaming. A brokenhearted, familiar woman’s cry, screaming in agony—]

“POR FAVOR—TEN PIEDAD—POR FAVOR, USTED TIENE QUE GUARDAR—”

“You have tools of which this world–or ANY world–have only just begun to see! USE THEM!”

“Come on—SNAP OUT OF IT—NOW!”

- — - — -

[He wouldn’t let it end this way. He just wouldn’t…!]

- — - — -

“Let me tell you something, Master Beck.”

- — - — -

[His memories took him back to a day that seemed years ago—a peaceful day, shortly after he had made a promise.

Then, just as now, he had been called upon for what seemed like an impossible task. Called to use his Xel powers to save others. Back then, it had been via the construction of impression molds, which one of their friends would use as casts to make replacement parts for the Rebel Angels. Parts that would save their lives, and free them from living as scavengers.

He had been scared and uncertain, then—afraid, and worried that he would fail the others. But Felix (who was to be making the parts themselves) had much greater confidence in him. For he had seen a power in Beck much like his own.

And the words he had said were coming back to him now, in this dark hour of such desperate need…]

- — - — -

“It is your heart and your build, your purpose, to help others. That is where your greatest power, I think, will always lie.

When you truly believe in your cause, the strength comes to you.

And after all.

You are Mighty.”

- — - — -

[He took in a deep breath.]

Beck: …

Beck: I’m… not going to destroy my own family.

[The Rebel Angels did a double take in alert surprise.]

Beck: No…

[When he opened his eyes again—

They were a FIERCE bright green, shining with a will and determination that could only be defined as Mighty.]

Mikhail: … (I feel like I’ve seen that look before somewhere…)

Beck: I’m going to SAVE them!

Will: … …

Soi: … …

[There was a stunned silence from the others. Their eyes seemed glazed over.

…Clearly, this was going to take a moment to process.]

Mikhail: -Sighs in relief and puts a hand to his face, finally coming out of an adrenaline rush into a hard crash-

Mikhail: …It may take them a few minutes to finish processing that data.

Mikhail: It’s just.

Mikhail: Barely within their comprehension….

Mikhail: {great heavens I am so tired}

[He sat down heavily on the ground, just listening for the time being as he gathered his thoughts.]

Beck: … …

Will: … … …

Soi: … …

[A brief pause.]

Will: Beck…

Will: I…I can’t let you go OUT there—

Skull: Нет.

[They had finished processing, and were MUCH calmer now, if… weary and haunted.]

Skull: -Quietly- {Doctor, you must.}

Skull: {Unless you wish the likes of my cousin to be created to go in his place.}

Will: —… …

Soi: … … …

Keltso: {It’s true, Doctor. Your family, they are the strongest. Who can stand against them if they wish to fight, unless they themselves also use incredible force?}

Keltso: {Without you all to help keep order, it will fall to others who are…}

Keltso: {LESS compassionate.}

Soi: … …

Soi: Will…Will, they’re right.

[Sanda turned towards his best friend, who had placed a hand on his son’s shoulder…]

Soi: There’s…no other way….

[Jaden spoke up meekly. Despite being one of the most intimidating Robot Masters, he held a submissive attitude and outwardly meek disposition. He was still looking at the ground as he raised his voice.]

Jaden: …Please…

Jaden: …Doctor, people are already panicked. Beck may be the only way to stop this from becoming a second Monstropolis.

Jaden: And… a-and it’s not unheard of for one boy to take on the world. And win.

Jaden: …And since he stays in his right mind, Beck’s far better than he could ever hope to be…

Will: … … …

[He seemed—conflicted. On one hand—he SO DESPERATELY wanted to save his sons and daughters as well—

…But Beck was ALSO his son.

What if…?]

Beck: Dad…

Will: ….

[Will kneels, looking at his son in the eye while placing his hands on both of his shoulders, now, almost identical green hues staring into each other.]

Beck: Dad…I…I’m not gonna lie. I’m scared.

[The Robot Master built for fear shifted his weight uneasily and looked at the ground as Beck continued.]

Beck: And—to be honest—I…I don’t even know if I can DO this…

Beck: …But…

Beck: I gotta try.

Beck: Because—….losing…

Beck: …everyone…

Beck: …scares me WORSE.

[The others look… heartbroken, at this. There is a painful silence as their friend kept talking—especially given is struggling with his words.]

Beck: Dad, I…I don’t…I have to…I LOVE them, Dad, I have to TRY. I HAVE to.

Beck: They aren’t—themselves, this isn’t their fault—!

Beck: I have to TRY and SAVE them, Dad! WHO ELSE WILL?!

Will: … .

[Tears…]

Beck: Please…!

[There was a tense silence as Will bowed his head.]

Will: ….

Will: Soi?

Soi: …Yes?

[…]

Will: Please tell me the teleporters are still working.

Beck: —!

[…!!!]

Will: We’re going to need them.

[Mikhail came to his feet, looking very tired.]

Mikhail: …I’m truly sorry, Will. I know what this is like…. I wouldn’t wish it on any man.

Will: …

[His children….

As much as he put on a brave face, he really was in deep pain. Why did this have to happen?]

Will: I… I know…

Soi: -Places a hand on his shoulders-

Will: … ….

Beck: …Dad…

Will: ….-loooong sigh-

[Will shakes his head and slumps down to sit on several boxes labeled with the Sanda logo, his hands on his face…]

Will: My family…

[….It…

It was…almost like LAST time…

His family was….!]

Soi: Will…

[Sanda walks over and sits beside him, an arm around his shoulders.]

Soi: Will…it’s going to be alright.

Will: ……

Soi: You’ve got me in your corner, remember? ^^

[Ah, there it is. That old Sanda positive optimism and charm.]

Soi: I’m ALWAYS here for you, you know that!

Soi: So of COURSE I’m going to help you!

Will: ……

Soi: What are best friends FOR after all. We’re in this mess together… So we might as well stick together too, right?

Will: ….

Will: Heh…

Will: What would I do without you, Soi…?

Soi: Ooooh, I don’t know–probably working yourself ragged, that’s what.

Will: -chuckles softly-

Will: …..

Will: …Thank you, Soi.

Soi: Anytime, Will. Anytime.

Beck: -Smiles-

Mikhail: …Will?

Mikhail: Remember what I told you?

- — - — -

“Listen….

If anything ever goes that wrong for you,

I promise you I will help you find a way to fix it.”

- — - — -

Will: …Heh…right… I remember…

Soi: Ya see, Will?!

Tobias: Just tell us what you need!

Tobias: We’ll do whatever it takes to—

Mikhail: -Suddenly and forcefully- No, you will do no such thing, Tobias Wily.

[The emphasis in his voice was not lost on the wide-eyed idealist, and he flinched heavily at this.]

Keltso: … What? But Father—! Why not?!

Mikhail: …Because, my son—he is his father’s son.

Mikhail: He is impulsive, impatient, and passionate.

Tobias: -Desperate- But—! But they NEED our help! It’s absolute MADNESS out there!

Shadow: Surely you cannot expect us to abandon our friends in their time of greatest need!

Mikhail: -Turns and points to Shadow- That goes for you as well, Shadowman! We cannot interfere with this!

Tobias: -Shouting- BUT THEY NEED US!

Jack: HEY!

[Everyone stopped and turned in surprise. They’d all rather forgotten that the Xelbot was there.

Jack grimaced at the sudden attention, but forced himself to go on. He’d been numb with shock for most of the exchange, and trying to contact Kate—but it had all been in vain. But this was something he really couldn’t stand by and watch from the sidelines.

Not when he had seen what could happen.]

Jack: I… look, I really appreciate your help from back there, but…

Jack: Kid, the last time you helped, you… kinda got gutted in the sands, remember?

Will: …Quite so…

Tobias: I…

Shadow: And you would place me in such restraints as well? -Seems identifiably angry, which is a LOT more emotion than he usually gives off-

Shadow: Why should we not do everything we can to aid Beck in his fight? He bears a greater chance of swift success if he does not fight alone!

Mikhail: Try to think for a moment, and not let your heart overrule your mind, DWN-024!

Mikhail: It is utter arrogance to think that any of you could go into battle and not sustain a single injury! Do you think you can go on and bleed oil and coolant—and then regenerate—in the public eye, and people will not eventually catch on? What would happen to you then, Shadow?!

Shadow: —…

Mikhail: I know that each of you desire to try and stop those closest to you, but consider the consequences to them!

Mikhail: It would be dangerous for both of you and likely severely emotionally damaging to the Mighty Numbers in the long term…

Mikhail: You do not have the years of Combat experience they do! You are strong, but undisciplined! And unlike Beck, you have no idea how they fight! Think! What would they feel to be cured, only to find they had indisposed you while they were out of control?!

Soi: -pALES at the thought-

[Mikhail’s oldest son—at least, the oldest currently Online, David notwithstanding—twirled his drills in a way that sounded like a sad buzzing noise. He spoke with deep regret.]

Digger: Doctors American…

Digger: …To lose control, from outside force.

Digger: Very hurt much, yes bad.

Digger: … -Can’t. Just can’t. It’s hitting too close to home, here-

[aaAAAAND HE SUDDENLY STARTS TALKING VERY INTENSELY.]

Digger: It is frightening, and horrid!

Will: —!!

[He spoke fervently, any pretense of broken English dropped entirely in light of the situation.]

Digger: I only survived because Cardinal spared my life, faked my death for me—

Mikhail: {Digger, please—}

Digger: All the others, the ones he didn’t reach—they were all dead, but we all have to carry—

Mikhail: -Clearly distressed as well- {Easy—!}

Digger: It will be no easy thing, once they recover, for to be returned to right mind does not take away the sins. It will hurt them, badly.

Digger: …

Digger: -Sadly- You must… be ready for that….

Will: … … ..

Soi: … …

Beck: … … … (Guys…it’s… I swear…it’s not your fault…)

Will: … … ..

[Will felt tired. This nightmare had only just started, and he was already tired.]

Will: … (At least….) … (…At least… there's still a chance…) …

[He had friends with him, this time. Or, well… Sanda was with him. Mikhail, thankfully, was safe—at least… NOW he was safe. He felt a bit guilty that the RMDC had been infected by being connected with their server, but…]

Will: … (At least Mikhail has things under control over there.) -Small sigh- … (This really is such a nightmare…. Oh, mercy…! At least the others will stay out of it….)

[Stay… out of this…]

Mikhail: …This is why you must not interfere, nephews. We don’t want such an incident plaguing their hearts for the rest of their lives. It will be hard enough to carry without hurting close friends in the process…

Nico: …Good luck getting Shadow to agree. -Looks over at said brother- Maybe we should keep him Offline?

[Shadow gave a ping of data, clearly deeply insulted, but he did not offer a verbal retort.]

Skull: …At least, until Brandish is better…

Will: -Distantly- Yes…

[…]

Will: (This must be so hard on them, if they think the only way to deal with it is to go Offline. But I suppose it's for the best, in the end. I just…)

Will: (I just wish I could wake up from this NIGHTMARE, that it would be back to this morning…! Back when we were all seemingly free of this mess, and looking forward to the next match…!)

[…There seemed to be.

Something missing…

Will couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was missing from this picture—something beyond the obvious.]

Beck: Don't worry—! I promise I'll save them!

Will: …?

[There it was again—that feeling—]

Will: (Shouldn't…?)

[Silence, with everyone lost in their thoughts. But that—that wasn't right, it—]

Will: —!

Mikhail: …? Will?

[That—that was it, the silence—]

Mikhail: Will— -Sounds concerned- Do you need to take a moment? I know this must be very difficult—

Will: N-no, I—

Will: Just… thinking on how quiet it is, usually… -Trails off-

Soi: Aw, we'll have them back together soon, and it'll be just as noisy as you remember!

Will: No, Soi, that's—that's not what I meant, I…

Will: (Shouldn't… shouldn't he have said something by now? Or sung, even?)

Will: (I wonder if he's still aslee—…)

Will: (No, wait—)

Will: (He—!)

[…UH-OH.]

Will: -sUDDENLY VERY PANICKED- (HE SPENT THE NIGHT HERE—! HIS STATUS SAID HE WAS IN LETHAL—!)

Will: MIKHAIL—

Mikhail: —? -Clearly concerned-

Will: WHERE IS CARDINAL?!

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=CHAPTER 6C: CRIMSON STRONGHOLD=

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{The Next Morning…

June 28th, 20XX}

<DCP-001 to MNN-009>: > -Ping-

[MN.9 to DCP-001] //: ...!

[MN.9 to DCP-001] //: -Sounds of things being tripped over-  O-Oh, hi, Linka...! -Ow--

<DCP-001>: > Oh! Beck! Are you okay?

[MN.9] //: Y-Yeah, I just kinda tripped over some stuff. -Gosh, my room is a mess...-

<DCP-001>: > I made you cookies.

[MN.9] //: -PING—!-

<DCP-001>: > ^.^

<DCP-001>: > Father says I can send them over to have during the meeting!

<DCP-001>: > We have good news!

[MN.9] //: ...Meeting??

[MN.9] //: -...wait how long have I been asleep—-

<DCP-001>: > All night and some morning, I think? Father said he brought you some marshmallows before your rest.

[MN.9] //: -—I SHOULD PROBABLY GET CHANGED THEN, ONE SEC—-

<DCP-001>: > ?

<DCP-001>: > Okay, Beck! I will go to meet my brothers and we can all talk. ^_^

[MN.9] //: -Rushful data, we really need to clean our room—-

[MN.9] //: Mkay—see ya there—!

{Later…}

[There were warm cookies waiting for Beck when he joined the others. Shadow had brought them over, and had guarded them from a very “interested” ice globe and propeller plane.]

Shadow: -Bows when Beck enters- Mighty Nine. Lady Cossack made these for you.

Beck: Shadow...! : D -HAPPY DATA—-

Beck: !!

Beck: -SUGAR COOKIES—-

[And he then proceeds to shove them in his mouth. Wow. Kid can eat.]

Cryo: BECK CAN I HAVE OOOOONE—-

Avi: -Bro please—-

Beck: -No—-

Beck: -LINKA MADE THESE FOR ME-

Cryo: -POUTS, PROCEEDS TO FLAIL ARMS-

Avi: -Awwwwww--

[Wow, Shadow actually smiles and almost laughs, giving a small huff from an interrupted “heh”.]

Shadow: I am sure she will be happy to make something for you as well.

[He kneels down, sitting on his heels and folding his arms inside his sleeves.]

Shadow: There will be time for it, in the Meadow.

Beck: —Oh, yeah, Linka said something about a meeting...?

Shadow: Yes. We have news of great import to impart. -Looks over to Pyro- Bat is listening, correct?

Shadow: He will need to hear this.

Pyro: Correct. He'll be listening in through the feeds...

Beck: -Mmm sugar...-

Pyro: -Pay attention, Beck.-

Beck: —Oops, yes, sir.

Shadow: Very well, then.

[He turns to a nearby monitor. After a moment, a video feed comes up. It shows several windows: one for the repair bay where Bat was resting, and one for the Meadow’s living room.]

Kalinka: -Waves- Hi, Beck! : D

Beck: -WAVES-

[After a moment, Snow’s face filled that window.]

Snow: MISTER BAT MISTER BAT BATMAN BAT SIR HIIIII—

[He showed a bit of artwork that looked like a camo pattern made using sponges and paint in earth tones.]

Snow: I made you a present ‘cause you’re not sick now!

Shadow: —… (Not quite the news I was thinking of, but… heh. I hope he likes it.)

Bat: ....Heh...

[...This seems to cheer him up a bit.]

Bat: Fine work, Snowcone...put that up on the fridge for me, hm?

Beck: ^.^

Snow: Yes sir!

[He skips off to do just that. Keltso shakes his head, grinning in amusement.]

Skull: {Welcome back to us, sir. You have been missed.}

Nico: -Looks over to Cossack briefly- We have many things to discuss. Where should we start?

[Mikhail looked up from his hot chocolate.]

Mikhail: Well… if there’s anything any of you would like to share…

Will: Ahem...

[Will appears in the video feed to the Repair Bay—holding a clipboard with many papers on it.]

Will: If I may go first?

Mikhail: Please do.

Will: As you all know, I have been analyzing the virus's code along with Call, and the samples that have been retrieved from Beck's assimilation data from his siblings...along with the one Mikhail provided from the RMDC.

[Will flips through the papers on his clipboard.]

Will: While I haven't exactly made MUCH headway regarding finding a cure to it...

Will: ...I did find something...rather odd.

[The RAs and Cossacks glance between each other. They fidget slightly in unison—a side effect of the shared connection, perhaps.]

Nico: -Clearly has his thoughts on the matter, but doesn’t voice them as that would be a tangent-

Will: ...As...we have seen from...previous encounters...

Will: ...The virus seems to have some... ability to communicate through whatever it is controlling...

[They seem even more uncomfortable at this.]

Will: —Which led me to believe it must have some kind of level of Awareness.

Will: Yet...

Will: ...I didn't find anything that would point to it.

Mikhail: … -Clearly wants to say something himself, but forces himself to wait until he’s sure Will is done-

Will: It's directives are quite clear, but...

Will: ...whoever created this virus seems to have left a few... holes in the code, so to speak...

Pryo: ... Holes?

[Okay, at THIS, the boys look almost TERRIFIED.]

Nico: WHAT?!

[Mikhail has to calm them down forcefully.]

Mikhail: It’s alright, Alnico!

Mikhail: He said that there were holes in the virus code, not that it left holes after infection!

Nico: -Oh—-

Nico: -DEAR GOD, WILL, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW BAD YOU SCARED US WITH THAT WORDING—-

Will: I...I should have worded that better—Sorry—

[Considering their Being was in their software and they had all been temporarily infected, it was no surprise that had caused a moment of abject terror.]

Mikhail: -Sighs, mopping up some spilled hot chocolate- I had noticed it had an ability that approached awareness from the start.

Mikhail: I didn’t say anything at the time because… well, I assumed it was merely a level of coding that was above my comprehension, and that is why it appeared “alive” the way David did when I was eighteen.

Will: (Argh...)

Will: Right, you did say it...got angry with you...

Mikhail: Oh yes. And as for the boys…

Jaden: Tobias would know more, but, uh… he’s pretty tired, still. He was doing some research and analysis for us recently…

Will: ...Ah...

Avi: -Tobyyyy....-

Dyna: -BZzzzzzzt...-

Mikhail: He did have quite the interesting thing to say, though.

Will: ...?

Mikhail: He had to use a parable of sorts to explain it in concrete terms, but he remembers that his time during the fusion felt a great deal like a three-way fight with remotes over a TV station.

Avi: —....

Will: ...So he also felt the virus pull, then...

Will: Mm...

Mikhail: Mmm…

Nico: Felt it? Boy, we all felt it.

Nico: -Gestures with his left hand, scowling- It tried to send us into Lethal mode. It was like being in high fever. When one thing didn’t work, it would try another, and keep on trying with a decent force of will that was like being pushed headfirst down into suffering.

Will: (...Right...it seems to be very hellbent on completing it's directives...almost as if...)

Will: . . . .

Will: -Frowns-

Will: (...They are definitely not going to like this news, then....)

Nico: There’s a reason why Snow addressed it directly on the highway.

Nico: He’d dealt with it and our systems recognize it as an… entity, much like we do the Menace. They are counterparts of the same coin, forged from the same cloth.

Nico: Whether they have Awareness does not make them less Intelligent or less dangerous.

Will: Quite...

Nico: The fact…

Nico: The fact it actually got upset at being called out is rather unusual for something that isn’t Aware, though. Just sayin'.

Nico: There have been times when we’ve sensed it hesitate or falter, as if it were in for more than expected.

[He looks directly at Avi.]

Nico: Being hit in the face with the RMDC backlog of cross-references comes to mind…

Nico: To borrow our good friend’s favorite phrase—

Nico: It was almost “nope, NOPE, NOT GETTING PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS GLITCH"

Mikhail: -Can’t help but snort-

Will: ...Nico brings up a good point.

Will: It's...even stranger that, when you add in the supposed holes in it's code...

Will: ...It can only mean that the virus is, to some extent, incomplete.

Beck: —???

Beck: Wait what—

[They… don’t actually seem surprised at this.]

Nico: …Tch… only further proof to Cardinal’s theory…

Will: Well, I—

Will: .....

Will: (...I'm...not so sure about that...)

Will: . . . .

Beck: ....? Dad?

Nico: At least, that’s how he would have taken it.

Nico: -Grumble- I still think either it’s too complex of a plan for Cracker Snack to possibly handle, or else a kind of stupidity that even for him I have a hard time finding believable…

Will: .....

[Will puts down the clipboard.]

Will: Friends...

Will: I have been in the field of Xel Robotics and AI&A Development for at least half of my life.

Will: ....In my honest opinion...

Will: ...The coding in this virus, while incomplete, is absolutely brilliant.

[...He's not joking.]

Will: .....

Will: It's...

Will: ...It's why I still consider the possibility of Blackwell being involved somehow.

Will: It's....

Beck: ...Dad?

[...Will isn't looking at the screen anymore.]

Will: . . . .

Will: (Please let it be him and not...)

[There’s a slight… growl, almost.]

Mikhail: -Glasses glint ominously, clearly displeased-

Mikhail: Will, please, we’ve gone over this…

[He’s… gripping one hand tightly with the other, clearly tense.]

Will: .....

Will: (Mikhail, if you only knew the alternative possibility....)

Will: ....

Shadow: If I may.

Will: -Sigh-

Will: ...I'm sorry. Go on, Shadow.

Shadow: I do not consider the possibility entirely unreasonable… nor do I find it mutually exclusive with previous theories, such as CherryDynamics accidentally unleashing an unfinished constructed disaster upon the world.

Shadow: If Doctor Blackwell has been stripped of all rights and is out of public sight, with restricted access to his person, then that means that there are—forgive the cynicism—fewer people necessary to bribe, blackmail, or distract in order to get at Blackwell himself.

Shadow: When one is kept on a tight leash, be wary to be sure the leash stays in the hand of the right master.

Shadow: …If he IS involved, he may have been for—

Mikhail: {ENOUGH.}

Will: --!

Will: (Oh dear—)

[He was hugging his daughter tightly. She was silent and cowering, with her face turned away from the camera. She was shaking slightly.]

Digger: …

Digger: WELL OKAY YES GOOD theory means to work of something off of, yes?

[He was speaking rapidly now.]

Digger: EASIER TO FIND IF START KNOW WHERE TO LOOK, да—

Digger: William find in hide and seek numbers, uh-huh, he can do it! Yay.

Digger: BETTER NEWS NOW. :^D

Digger: News to be having, is yes good!

[…A rather forceful change in subject…

…though given the situation moments earlier, not exactly an unwelcome one, as far as the others were concerned.]

Digger: COUSIN TWIN SIAM

Digger: YOU TELL ANNOUNCEMENT NOW PLEASE

Will: —?

[There was a slight THUD noise as a new window opened.]

Beck: ????

[It showed Siamini in the lab at his family’s house. He appears to have been startled and interrupted rather suddenly.]

Gemini: Cossack Three, what are you— Siam: -Talking over- OH! Hello, Doctors!

Will: Siam...

Will: Digger was...telling us that you have some good news for us...?

Avi: Uh, yeah, bro, what's the scoop?

Siam: OH, Gemini: that!

[He grinned simultaneously.]

Siamini: We’ve made a breakthrough!

Will: —!!!

Avi: -—Wait wait wait, you mean—-

Siam: Finally, after all this Siamini: time!

Gemini: It isn’t perfect, Siam: but it is definitely an excellent substitute.

Siam: You know how Xel constructs need Xel transfusions to recover when heavily injured.

Gemini: We’re not made of nanites, so repairs for us usually are very hands-on and quite expensive and require specialized professionals. However, we’ve found a way that works for us much like a Xel transfusion would work for you.

Siamini: We already had such technology, Gemini: but supplies were limited and Cardinal took Siamini: everything Siam: when he raided the lab.

Siam: It took some time to find a working alternative, but at last! Siamini: We have found it!

Beck: REALLY?!?!

[There is a massive, collective, happy “PING!” of confirmation.]

Mikhail: -Significantly better mood now- We’ve yet to figure a way to reverse-engineer it, but at least we’ve found another option. It’s not exactly the most common, and can be considered rare… unless you know where to find it. Then it is accessible enough, all things considered. In fact, Lady Nighthawk is familiar with the potential supplier. We’ve put in a large quantity order, and it should be here within the next 24 hours.

[There were excited cheers all around from the Mighties, and Beck was practically bouncing in place, his optics lighting up with joy. ]

Beck: Oh my gosh this is BETTER THAN GREAT GUYS DID YOU HEAR THAT—

Cryo: -YOOOOOOOOOO—-

Avi: -HOVERING IN PURE GLEE-

Will: Wonderful—! Well done, Siam!

Siamini: ^^;

[They all seem pretty happy to see Beck better. Kalinka was smiling and speaking a bit shakily, with some tears in her eyes.]

Kalinka: {I-it means that you can… can fix them if they need to get better, and we do not have to be so afraid, and… and my little brothers will be okay and come back sooner…}

Mikhail: If it is alright with you, Will, I’d like to leave a case in your care, with Digger to help look after it.

Mikhail: </subtext: You may need it if there is an emergency.>

Will: Oh, absolutely. Thank you, Mikhail.

Mikhail: It should be simple enough to use. And in a pinch, it also works on organics, so…

Nico: …Dare I ask how you figured THAT out?

Mikhail: -Snorts- Very funny, Alnico.

Mikhail: Anyway. As I told your father earlier…

Mikhail: DCN-003 will be staying over to assist with locating and recovering MNN-004.

Digger: : >

Digger: -yes good-

Will: Mm, agreed. (If anyone can find Mic...)

Digger: We talk, make plans after meeting! да. -No, this is not negotiable, by the way, Pyro- -Just so you know-

Pyro: -...Well, for the time being, I suppose...-

Mikhail: I, however… will be staying here.

Beck: ...! Huh...?

Shadow: …?

Shadow: I do not understand. I thought you were still assisting…?

Mikhail: -Sighs-

[He took off his glasses to clean them.]

Mikhail: …Other than ongoing moral support… I’m afraid my work there is done. I’ve contributed what I could regarding the virus, which was rather little to begin with. I’ve fixed the problem caused by a bad connection to the RMDC that gave you all their nightmares. But now that we know the tide has turned, and there is no longer the constant threat of a witch hunt near at hand…

Mikhail: -Puts his glasses back on- …It’s time for us all to go home, to be honest. Since we’re already here, we may as well stay. It will be safer—and an aid to recovery—for Tobias, Jack, and Fighting Eight to be here. Given the federal scrutiny here, and the fact that Siam is making great progress there… not to mention overall concerns of safety…

[He looked over at one of his youngest sons as he said this.]

Mikhail: …It would be safer and more practical for others that I should not leave.

<DCN-007 to MNN-001>: > {Meaning, we won’t cause interference with others as a certainty, as Father will be safe and there shall be no need.}

Mikhail: Besides…

Mikhail: I have some incredibly important work to do, now.

[…This…

…isn’t exactly said in a cheerful manner….

…

…More like a very grave one.]

Will: (. . . Mikhail...?)

Pyro: .....

Beck: (...Oh...they're...staying. Well... at least they'll be safe...)

[Mikhail hesitated.]

Mikhail: …Pyrogen, Battalion…

Mikhail: I imagine you have your fair share of thoughts on the matter of the absent 000.

Mikhail: I know you have both been rather…

Mikhail: …displeased, to say the least.

Pyro: .... | [

[Bat gives off a disgruntled noise, his eyes cast to the wall beside him.]

Nico: Heh…

[He gives a wry smile that… strangely resembles his father’s smirk.]

Nico: Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Pyro: .....

Pyro: While I do not exactly hold it against him—given his reason for leaving...

Pyro: It just... doesn't sit right with me, as an elder unit. I know my place, and it's here with my family.

Pyro: (...I just don't know if I could just...leave, like he did...)

Bat: . . .

Bat: ...My loyalty is to my family—I agree with Pyro there.

Bat: ...Given the circumstances, leaving his post—he should have thought about the consequences of his actions first and foremost.

Bat: ...Then again.

Bat: He doesn't have an ounce of survival instinct. -_-;;;;;

[Mikhail didn’t skip a beat in responding to that. He spoke very matter-of-fact.]

Mikhail: That would be an accurate statement, Battalion. It is not merely that he seems to lack an instinct… he actually literally lacks such an instinct.

Pyro: What?

Bat: Ya don't mean it ain't just a joke?

Mikhail: As a military support unit prototype, he was intended to be replaceable. He was also intended to be in incredibly dangerous settings—active war zones. His basic coding centers around completing missions and protecting other combatants and innocents—partially by providing cover fire, but primarily by taking the brunt of attacks onto his person. He was made for the missions that had a high chance where he could die—that is what he was made for.

Mikhail: He was not built with a sense of self-preservation, not a true one—just a directive to be as useful as possible for as long as possible. So. As a result? His own survival is rather low on the priority list in the command cascade hierarchy, relatively speaking. Remember, he was a prototype, and much of his coding was not done by an expert.

Beck: . . . .

Beck: (Cards...)

Bat: (...It isn't going to end well if he finds Private Shade—and the chances of finding them ourselves are slim to none...)

Pyro: .....

Mikhail: …My friends…

Mikhail: …There is a reason I’m sending the case over to begin with.

Will: .....

Will: (Ah...)

Pyro: (...They aren't just for us.)

Pyro: (It's for...in case...)

Bat: ......

Bat: (Damn it, soldier...)

Skull: -Speaking rather gravely- {It may be that we shall find him, or that he shall return of his own accord… and there will be no need to preserve him, and we can just go home.}

Keltso: -Bluntly- {But the odds of that happening are not very high.}

Gemini: -Absentmindedly, already returning to his work- The chances of finding him without direct information are 1/3,800,000, to be precise.

Bat: (So I had figured...)

Pyro: ...And I imagine finding Shade without info is even less so...

Avi: -He's invisible, bro, and just as good at hiding-

Beck: (...Where ARE you two...?)

Beck: (This can't go on for much longer, can it?)

Siam: Yes, exponentially—

Keltso: -Cuts him off- {Cardinal’s not only successfully evaded us thus far—he’s done so even after remotely accessing our server of the database.}

Mikhail: Cardinal took advantage of the chaos after the airwaves were freed to connect to the database. Recently.

Beck: —!!

Beck: Wh—Where—?

Mikhail: -Holds up a hand in a “stop” gesture, turning his head slightly and closing his eyes-

[After everyone quieted down, he continued.]

Mikhail: …I have a good reason to believe that the signal was bounced, because I cannot correctly trace the location. But I am hopeful that should he try again, this time we might find him. Not to mention that the news reports SHOULD raise awareness. It’s only a matter of time before someone tips us off.

Mikhail: However, we got a notification of something else last night. New information from Drake.

Will: —!!

Beck: The one he was traveling with—!

Beck: (...Wow, I...he had time to do all that...?)

Will: And what did he say?

Mikhail: Well… we now know that he has a portable radio. This means that he’s heard every major broadcast so far, though his attention to detail may have been varied; at the very least, he surely knows that CherryDyn’s potential to create a second Monstropolis has been curtailed.

Avi: -We're still trending from that, by the way-

Pyro: -Aviator—-

Avi: -IT'S GOOD NEWS BRO-

Avi: -Seriously, the support's been pretty awesome-

Beck: ....

Beck: -Raises hand-

Mikhail: Yes?

Beck: Um...

Beck: If...if Cardinal knows I'm saving my family and helping out... like I said I would…

Beck: ...How come he hasn't come home? I mean—if he was here, then finding Shade would be a little easier if we all worked together...

Beck: ...Right...?

[Mikhail shook his head.]

Mikhail: …It’s just not that simple. He has an active, military level valid Combat initiative now.

Bat: . . . Gnh...

Beck: Uh....

Shadow: -Turns his head slightly so that he’s looking out of the corner of his eyes- …What makes you so sure it is a military directive that he is following?

[Mikhail frowned.]

Mikhail: …That would take a while to explain. The shortest version I can offer is this: then the Light Industrials went rogue, the military was called in to stop them. When that didn’t quite work, greater measures were taken.

Mikhail: But since there is not the same level of force available on hand in this world, it would be far more tempting and possible to skip straight to very, very desperate measures.

Mikhail: His contingencies that uploaded to the database while he was connected are… very grim; in a worst case scenario where all AI&As were shut down—but only after the use of great force—much of the landscape would be uninhabitable. And worse, there would not be enough people anymore. If half the population just suddenly died, the survivors might not survive for very long. Your nation as you know it would be dead.

Mikhail: That is an event that the military strives to prevent. It is one of the main reasons it exists. So to be faced with such a prospect? Of course it would activate a military directive.

Mikhail: -Primarily to Bat and Pyro- Now do you understand why he ran off, gentlemen?

Bat: ...-Grunt of reluctant acceptance- The urge to answer the call to duty when your nation is at it's worst...

Bat: ...s'not somethin' ya can just shake off.

Pyro: ....

Pyro: (...I suppose...Bat has a point...)

Mikhail: ({The fact that it was Shade involved… it still would not have been enough on its own for him to focus all his attention on Shade. He should have gone after Battalion first. The fact that he didn’t is very, very worrisome… it means that he saw Shade a greater threat to the nation than a walking tank with a military connection.})

Mikhail: He has his mission, and not even I have the direct authority to tell him to stand down.

Mikhail: Only active duty military officers of a higher rank have such authority—and even that may not work, I’m not sure.

Mikhail: In any case, he will not be deterred from his mission, and he will be driven on the most basic of levels to complete it.

Skull: {The reason we haven’t tried to go get him is that he is no longer there anymore… assuming that was the real location anyway.}

Bat: Course...can't stay in one place for too long...

Bat: Got to keep moving.

Beck: . . .

[...Nine looks rather disheartened.]

Avi: -Pat, its OK, bro...-

Mikhail: He’s no longer in Kansas City. He was definitely there, this we know—not only did he help numerous people evacuate the landmarks and tourist attractions, but he also vandalized a bit of downtown before leaving.

Nico: Wasn’t he busy helping out the city? When did he have the time?

Mikhail: I don’t know. I can only hazard a guess that it was immediately after he talked with Beck, or just after he left the hospital.

[He brings up a series of holographic images.

There were somewhat crude carvings in bricks and stone, concrete and asphalt, even other buildings— except they looked like they hadn’t been made by a blade, but rather by…]

Brand: ...Is that...

Pyro: ...acid...?

Pisces: …Yup.

Pisces: That’s sure an interesting way to use my Power Capsule… never tried it with artwork…

[Each carving was also painted over. It depicted a Talonflame in flight in a yellow triangle, with a large rendition of Shade’s signature cross-hairs placed beneath it.]

Avi: --Hey, that kinda looks like a...

Beck: ....? Caution?

Beck: (Like one of those...hazard signs...)

Mikhail: Very good, you two.

Mikhail: …Cardinal has always been very fond of symbolism, and this was no different. He’s telling several things, here.

Beck: ...That bird there--it's a Talonflame, for sure.

Beck: (...Baron?)

Beck: Is...is he trying to warn us, or...?

Skull: -Points- Well, if you zoom out a bit…

[Mikhail does so.

From a distance, it really did look like a caution sign…]

Mikhail: He is indeed giving a warning. He has seen some sort of danger, one that is a serious threat and requires him to continue the mission.

Mikhail: -Glancing at the window with Bat’s feed- But he doesn’t know where he’s going, yet—it’s only a warning, not an alert. -Returns his attention to the main window- He’s willing to travel far, possibly enough to fly—though the avian motif also symbolizes him, himself, given his name.

Will: .....

Will: And the cross-hairs...

Avi: ...That's Shade, isn't it?

Beck: . . .

Mikhail: Yes.

Beck: (So...a warning--and it involves Shade? Is that what you're trying to tell us, Cards...?)

Beck: . . .

Mikhail: He anticipates that someone will see the message—he’s hoping that not only we will see it, but also that Shade will see it.

Shadow: …That seems rather counterproductive, if he hopes to have a chance of taking Mighty Eight by surprise.

Will: . . .

Will: I doubt he has, honestly...

Mikhail: I know, and I’m sure he does, too.

Mikhail: Will… remember when I called you when this whole thing started?

Mikhail: You weren’t answering. I didn’t know for sure, but I “knew” that I wouldn’t be able to reach you—nevertheless, I still called, because to “know” in heart is still not an absolute, and there is that hope—or desire, rather, to be wrong.

Mikhail: It’s the same principle here.

Mikhail: He hoped for Shade to see this, even if it were only after the fact.

Mikhail: … Especially then, actually…

Will: .....

Will: He did send me a text during that, I'm not sure if I told the rest of you...

Will: ...It was John 15:13.

[Mikhail looks visibly saddened when he is reminded of this. Distinctly uncomfortable, as if this only makes the matter more dismal.]

Mikhail: (Oh, Cardinal…) Yes, that is part of the narrative. And there is even more to it…

[Skull pointed at the ground of the images.

There were a series of numbers spray painted there, followed by a phrase: “NOT FOR ANY REASON” .]

Beck: Not for any reason...?

Mikhail: It took a while to decipher, but we eventually figured out that it was referring to a memory file extension. His, to be more specific.

Jaden: Hang on. You didn’t tell us about this. When was this?

Keltso: Recently. Drake called and told us about it.

Mikhail: One that had been locked.

Speedy: Well of COURSE it was locked, ALL of his memories are default to be encrypted—

Mikhail: …Emphasis on had.

Speedy: …What?

Mikhail: It’s from quite a while ago, which is a curiosity in and of itself. Unfortunately, we’re not privy to much context. Only a small portion of it plays; the rest of it is still encrypted.

[He sighed.]

Mikhail: …Specifically…

[He plays the clip.]

-*-*-*-*-

<DLN-000>: >Things will be okay, Shade.

[MN.8] //: .......

[MN.8] //: ...Cards?

<DLN-000>: >Yeah?

[MN.8] //: ....If anythin' does happen t' me?

[MN.8] //: ...Don't try an' stop me.

-*-*-*-

Beck: —!!

[...It had been—or felt like, rather—ages since he’d heard Shade's voice.]

Beck: (Shade...)

Brand: . . . . .

[…This was dated back in APRIL.]

Brand: (How...did they...?)

Pyro: !

Will: (Shade...son, you...)

-*-*-*-

[But the clip continued.]

<DLN-000>: >…

<DLN-000>: >Shade, don’t make me promise that.

<DLN-000>: > B/

<DLN-000>: >I won’t because I can’t.

-*-*-*-

Beck: . . .   . . .   . . .

Beck: (I....)

-*-*-*-

[MN.8] //: No, ah' won't. I know. Just...fair warnin'.

-*-*-*-*-

Cryo: -Bro its like they knew—-

[And here, Mikhail turns up the volume.]

-*-*-*-

<DLN-000>: >I know. I know.

<DLN-000>: >But I’ll never give up on you Shade, not for any reason.

-*-*-*-*-

Beck: (....)

Beck: (Not for any reason...)

Avi: —...Uh—

Avi: -Guuuuuys...-

Avi: -If Cards is warning us about Shade or something to that effect...-

Bat: . . .

Skull: …

Skull: -Very quietly, doesn’t really want to point this out, data-

Skull: -The fact that he’s emphasizing that nothing will make him lose faith suggests that he anticipates something happening that would be the end of a friendship in lesser hearts-

Skull: -And that it’s something that Shade would feel were his own fault, should it be too late for him to recognize until after the fact-

[All the brothers suddenly gain green eyes in alarm.]

Cryo: -Wait wait wait—-

Cryo: -Shade—I mean he wouldn't—-

Cryo: ....

Cryo: -GLITCH—-

Cryo: -AAAAAAAAAH SHADE NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO CARDS BRO—-

[Shadow seemed taken aback, and looked over at Brand, somewhat troubled. All of the brothers looked somewhat surprised, actually— even Nico looked troubled. This was clearly news to him.

…There seemed to be a sudden cascade of collective data that came across like an echo in a tunnel before a flash flood—]

DEATH WEARS BLUE

[The Hunter, the Hunter—!]

Avi: -Nnngh—hurts hurts hurts-

Avi: -Shade—you can't— you're not—!-

[Most of the others were entering Defensive Combat mode. Several had already shifted to partial or full armor.]

Beck: -pANIC—-

Beck: (NonononoNO—!)

Beck: (We gotta—we gotta do something—!)

[Keltso became assertive, almost aggressive.]

Keltso: We can wish all we want, but it is more realistic to conclude that Four will be found before Eight. We have ideas and an expert to pursue possibilities for MNN-004. There are a limited number of places he can be, simply due to his large mass.

Keltso: The same cannot be said for Eight, who can turn invisible, is versatile, and more or less kept to himself.

Shadow: But—

Keltso: Before he left, Cardinal told Drake that his plan was “stupid dangerous”.

Keltso: He has a specific plan in mind. He’s probably been carrying it out, and has been for days.

Shadow: {What?!}

Will: . . .

Will: (So he...he has an idea where Shade might be, or at least how to find him...)

Will: (But where...?)

Siam: -Grouchy- 000, you ass— Siamini: why do you sign your name a mile high Gemini: with a warning of great danger that activates your military directives Siamini: and neglect to say where?

Jaden: Yeah, what’s more dangerously important than tracking down Major Five? If his military directives activated and he didn’t go for Five… what could trump that?

Keltso: You think we would be having this conversation if we knew? -Snorts- Not likely.

Keltso: If we knew, we would have sent Nine ahead, while One, Three, Six, and myself went to intercept and detain him by force.

Skull: I don’t know… that sounds a bit underpowered to detain him…

Will: (—Underpowered, he says...)

Will: (......He has a point—Cardinal took on the Prairie Kings by HIMSELF and reduced them ALL to a core state…. Even if we somehow DO find Cardinal before Shade...who's to say we can fully stop him without Eight...?)

Mikhail: Mmmn.

Mikhail: …Going after him would be a last resort. He has military level directives. This means he will fight back, and he won’t be remotely gentle.

Mikhail: It’s not quite like fighting his younger brother under similar circumstances—as 001 actually loses Awareness—but it would still be… very unpleasant.

Mikhail: Best possible scenario? He gets delayed and chooses to share information directly; I believe he will try to contact, as soon as he’s more confident in his suspicions.

Mikhail: Alternatively—while unlikely, still possible—you manage to cut him off by getting there before he has a chance to arrive on the scene.

Will: .....

Will: Cut him off...that is, if we knew where he was going in the first place...

Mikhail: Something you must understand with high-order directives—they don’t have inertia. Once the order is completed, there is no longer that compulsion to carry it out. As such, he would return home immediately.

[… “You” and not… “we”?]

Will: (Mikhail...)

Mikhail: -Turns to face him- I know, it’s quite a conundrum. …And I’m sorry that I still won’t be able to help much. I know what he would do, but where he might be going… that is peering into Shade’s mind, not into Cardinal’s. And wry comments about the two of them aside, I’m afraid I have something more within my capacity related to this that I need to focus on.

Will: -Sigh...- (Where ARE you two...?)

Will: Right...of course. Go on, Mikhail...

Mikhail: …With an alternative to E-tanks found, and the matter of replacement parts having already been resolved…

Shadow: Again, thank you for that, Beck. It has been immensely helpful for all of us.

Kalinka: Hero~~~

Beck: Eheh...you're welcome, guys...! (^\\\^)7

Mikhail: We’re now turning all our attention to the final piece of the puzzle.

Beck: ...The final...?

Will: ...That would be finding a power source, correct?

Mikhail: Exactly.

Siam: We are Siamini: sooooooo cloooooooooooose Siam: I can feel it—

Will: I'm sure you are, Siam, and I would be happy to help...

Will: ...But we have bigger, more pressing things to worry about at the moment...

Mikhail: I feel that working on this will be my best way of helping in the matter. -Adjusts glasses- Cardinal will only be returned here if Shade is returned first, or if he wears himself beyond mere exhaustion. There is a very high probability that he will be needing extensive repairs.

Mikhail: The inclusion of a new power source with the boys has been long overdue, BOTH Tobias and Carlos need it in addition to Cardinal; it’s been made very clear that even when underpowered, they will all still fling themselves into danger if they feel it necessary. It is important to allow them to be properly prepared and able to defend themselves to full capacity.

Mikhail: And this, my friends, is why I must stay, and why I cannot help.

Mikhail: I’m sorry, but the best thing I can do now is to help get things prepared for Cardinal’s arrival—

BANG!

[He was suddenly cut short by a loud explosion of some sort, followed by a crashing noise. It seemed to be coming from…]

Shadow: What was that?

Brand: That came from SHADE’S room—!

[A brief pause, followed by a mad scramble as everyone got to their feet. Shadow already had a weapon at the ready.]

Beck: (Shade— did he come home on his own—?!)

Brand: Shade wouldn’t set off his own traps, this is an intruder!

Beck: A-ack— (Nngh! He’s right!)

Keltso: No mere “intruder” could get past your security! And who would dare try? They would have to be desperate and arrogant both!

Brand: —…

Pyro: …

Will: …

[Other than an assassin, there was only one other person who fit that description.]

Pyro: -Starting to flare up- (Cardinal…!!!)

Shadow: Should we go investigate?

Pyro: You should stay back. You might set off more traps. : /

Shadow: … -That is fair-

[Before Brand and Pyro could bolt off, Mikhail spoke up sharply.]

Mikhail: Wait! Both of you, stop!

Brand: ! -Halts abruptly-

Pyro: ? What is it, Doctor Cossack?

Mikhail: If it IS Cardinal, then you do not want to worsen any active Combat-driving cross-references!

Mikhail: If he sees you the first thing when you appear in the doorway, he could go berserk!

Beck: B-but! But we HAVE to go find him!

Mikhail: -Glances over at Nico-

Nico: …?

Mikhail: -Looks to Will- Then send someone who’d set off a different kind of cross reference!

Will: …! (Ah, of course—!)

Mikhail: And hurry!

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[INTERSTATE ALPHA 2, FOUR CORNERS BORDERS...]

[Night. Night as night can be, in the pouring, pouring rain...]

[The wipers didn't work, so Jack had to make do with the weather. The radio was set to a news channel tracking the 'rogue robot's merciless rampage' across the state.]

Jack: Stupid RAIN...

"The armed robot is currently moving into New Mexico, on Interstate Alpha 1--"

Jack: ...--!!

[SCKREEEEEEE--!!]

“Local pizzeria reports theft of entire stock of cheese pizzas, police confirm unrelated to the current rampage—”

Jack: --?!

Jack: --What the--?!

[Jack swerved left and right, nearly causing himself to flip over several times--]

[These cars--they were going the other way in the wrong lane--!]

Jack: (GREAT, THIS IS ENGLAND ALL OVER AGAIN--)

Jack: --FRAG--

[He needed to get to the other lane--]

[A digital sign overhead blinks in the misty glow of the building's nightlights...]

[NOW ENTERING INTERSTATE ALPHA 1.]

Jack: --!

Jack: (I can switch lanes on the ent--)

[HOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK--]

Jack: !!!!

Jack: Oh, SH--

[The truck interior was flashed with the bright overhead lights of an entire semi-cargo truck on a dead set collision course with Jack...!]

Jack: (CRAP--)

[Jack knew he couldn't avoid something like that.]

[Grabbing the magic Weyard bag he was given from across his seat, he kicked open the driver's side door--]

[ZIIIIIP!]

[His wires attach themselves to a street light and he is pulled away moments before the truck was overtaken by the semi with a loud, sickening CRUNCH.]

Jack: AAAAAAAAAA--!!

[He swings to the other lane and onto a passing car, right onto the hood. The windshield mostly cracks under his weight as he slams into it with a sharp yell.]

Jack: Ow...

[The car, however, still keeps going with little to no resistance with the road...]

Jack: .....?

Jack: Huh...?

[After sitting up with a groan, he realized he was on one of the fancier, newer hover models--the ones that floated above the ground and were MUCH faster than those with wheels.]

Jack: (Wait--if this is one of the new models then--)

[He looked into the car.]

[There was no one inside. The car was driving itself, and WAY too fast for any human or bot to control.]

Jack: (The...the cars ARE infected too...!)

[At the speed they were going, if one of these cars went off road...!]

Jack: This is a giant Highway Delta just WAITING to happen...

[MISSION DETAILS: FIGHTING MIGHTY NUMBER 8, COUNTERSHADE "KATE" WHITE, HAS GONE MIA IN THE MIDST OF A VIRAL PLAGUE. SHE WAS LAST SEEN IN ENGLAND THE NIGHT BEFORE THE VIRUS WENT LIVE, BUT IS KNOWN TO HAVE BEEN IN AMERICA WHEN THE INCIDENT OCCURRED. IT HAS BEEN SUGGESTED SHE IS INFECTED AND TRACKING DOWN INDIVIDUALS TO ASSASSINATE THEM.

MISSION OBJECTIVE: LOCATE FMN-008. PREVENT UNIT FROM ENGAGING WITH MNN-007. SURVIVE.

SUB-OBJECTIVE: EVADE SURVEILLANCE.]

[SYSTEMS READY?]

[GO!]

Jack: (But where is...?!)

[…Wait.

There was something… odd… about the cars below.]

Jack: ....??

[There were large dents along the roofs of the cars, where something several hundred pounds heavy had landed hard.

With the chaotic nature of the highway, they didn’t show a direct line—but they did give a general direction.

Almost like footprints.]

Jack: .......

Jack: Oh no way--

[Up ahead in the distance, another large dent appeared.

Silently.]

[She wouldn't--SHE IS--on a highway--?!]

Jack: God, you're REALLY putting me through the wringer, Miss Eight--

[Carefully, he rose to his feet, trying to maintain a good balance before putting on his goggles and looking for another street light--fortunately, they were placed evenly over the interstate.]

[ZIIIIIP!]

Jack: Ngh--

Jack: KAAAATE!

[There was an abrupt and sudden ping.]

<FMN-008>: > Jack?

[CDN.7037 to FMN.8] //: MISS EIGHT--!

[CDN.7073 to FMN.8] //: Oh man finally--FINALLY found you...!

<FMN-008>: > What the hell…

[She seemed… confused, somehow. Surprised.]

<FMN-008>: >Jack— what are you DOING here? For God’s sake—

<FMN-008>: >You need to leave— this is no place for a Civvie!

[CDN.7037] //: OH JEEE, YA THINK?!

[CDN.7037] //: KINDA FIGURED THAT OUT A WHILE AGO, THANKS.

[CDN.7037] //: This isn't any place for YOU either...!

[Kate was clearly growing impatient. When she spoke again, her voice seemed…

…darker.]

<FMN-008>: > I’ve got business to attend to.

[CDN.7037] //: ......

Jack: (.....n....no...)

[....So...she was...]

[CDN.7037] //: .....

[CDN.7037] //: ....Figures you do...

<FMN-008>: > Augh— INCOMING!

[There was a swarm of sign bots headed his way. As if infected cars weren’t enough—!

At this speed, they could—]

<FMN-008>: > Stay…

<FMN-008>: > AWAY FROM HIM!

[Shots were fired, and bounced crazily off of incoming reinforcements and into the foes that had already swarmed the Cherry Number. Bits and pieces fell away, the parts going flying as the whole thing continued to speed along at over ninety miles an hour.]

Jack: HEY--!!

[Jack covered his face as parts and Xel flew away, nearly falling over on the current vehicle he was on--]

[CDN.7037] //: YA COULD HAVE SHOT ME--

<FMN-008>: > Nnngggh…! N-no… c-can’t hurt—

[Her voice was dark again—but also strained, as if she were struggling against something painful.]

<FMN-008>: > Augh… Get out of here, Jack, before—

[There was a horrific sound up ahead—followed by a fast approaching large metal object—]

WHANG!

[There was a loud thud as something tall and teal appeared out of nowhere and fell to the surface it was standing on.]

Jack: --!!

Jack: MISS EIGHT--!!

[ZIIIP!!]

[He swings over closer to her, to get a better look at her condition--]

Jack: ARE YOU OK--?!

[The Fighting Mighty Number Eight wasn’t out of the fight just yet—but the hit had done quite a lot of damage. She couldn’t resume her Active Camo anymore—no matter how much she tried.

And tried she did, crackling from the effort. Xel was dripping from some wounds, and she shivered as if wracked with fever.]

Kate: N-no…!

Jack: (She doesn't have her invisibility...)

Jack: MISS EIGHT--?!

[A low growl.]

Jack: --!

[The lady hunter staggered to her feet, a demonic purple aura about her. Now, she spoke aloud—and there was a clear overlay to her voice, as if it were being applied through a filter.

…A disturbingly familiar one.]

Kate: I don’t need your help.

Jack: --!!

___________________

"FORFEIT, OR THE ELECTRIC MAIDEN'S HEAD ROLLS!"

____________________

Jack: (I....no...it can't be...!)

Jack: (She--the...)

Jack: (The crosses....)

Jack: KATE--LISTEN TO ME--!

Jack: There's something--something in your head that's making you angry--and it's not your fault...!

[She seemed briefly very concerned, the aura fading from around her. She lowered her head, shivering again.]

Kate: Hhhh… hhhhh…

Jack: —! (No way—it's working?! I'm getting through to her—!)

[She suddenly looked up, alert, hissing as more sign bots approached. She shot at an angle off of a car in a different lane, the shots making wild pinball-like bounces to tear them to pieces.]

Kate: I don’t need protecting. I /REFUSE/ to be put on a leash and shut in a tower! I’m no damsel in distress— AH’ AIN’T MADE A’ GLASS, Y’ALL—

Jack: KATE--!!

Jack: FOR LIFE'S SAKE--STOP--

[He ducked as more debris flew over his head, avoiding the edges of the vehicle as he swung on after her.]

[It was as if she’d never heard him.

She lifted her head, her one eye glowing a violent hue the color of blood. Now her rifle was pointed in Jack’s direction.]

Kate:   -SCREAMS-  AH’ NEVER HAVE BEEN!

Jack: --!

[.....]

[When he saw her pointing his weapon at him...]

[He froze.]

[The deadly cowgirl would have none of it.]

Kate: Back off, Puppetdancer! Ah’ have no quarrel with y—

[She wavered, as if she were going to fall. The color of her eye briefly went from crimson to yellow.]

Kate: A-ah…!

[She was forced to a knee to steady herself and keep her balance. She turned her head to the side, the purple aura fading for a moment.]

Jack: Kate--I don't want to fight you either--CRAP--!

[Zip, swing, land, repeat--don't fall--]

Jack: I JUST WANT TO TALK--

[Kate spoke faintly, as if barely awake. She didn’t seem to be talking to Jack, either.]

Kate: Can’t… can’t hurt him…

Kate: (Everything hurts…! Everything… HURTS!)

Jack: Just—! Just WAIT a sec—

Kate: S-stay… stay away…!

[Aaaaaaand then she was not only back on her feet… but also on the move!]

Jack: MISS EIGHT--aw, come on, really?!

[ZIIIIIIP! ZIIIIIIP!]

Jack: STOP--!

[There was a LOUD thud as she leaped over to the truck in front of them.]

Kate: -Yelling over the whistling wind- Get somewhere safe, Jack! I don’t want you in the way.

Jack: I CAN'T--!

[Another loud thud.]

Jack: You think I'm gonna TURN BACK after all I've gone through just to FIND YOU?!

[Kate wasn’t about to stay put for anyone. She jumped through the air, landing hard on the vehicle in front—which happened to be a big rig.

And the Spider Puppeteer only followed suit.]

[ZIIIIP!]

Jack: Kate, PLEASE...!

[Kate looked angry again, the demonic aura returning. Once again, her rifle was pointed at Jack.]

Kate: What is it with men and directions? WAI DO YA /NEVER/ LISTEN T’ REASON?! Ah’ SAID that Ah’ have a job t’ do—an’ I won’t let ANYone stop me! So… BEGONE, Dencerhound, a’fore Ah’ show you what Ah’ DO to men who try to chase me—!

[THAT made Jack take a couple of steps back.

His hands shook, his face twisted in a expression of concern and fear.]

Jack: . . . .

[Upon seeing that, her eye flashed yellow again, and she shook, changing her aim with great strain.]

Kate: N-not you…! C-can’t…!

[The purple returned.]

Kate: Can’t waste time…

[She turned to leave again.]

Jack: ......

Jack: . . .

[No one has greater love than this...

...Than to lay down one's life for his friends.]

Jack: No.

[ZIIIIIIIIP!]

Kate: —?!

((Pic—Kate v Jack))

[Kate found herself held fast with wires. …Unusually strong wires—not so much the strength of steel as of… spider silk?!]

Kate: What the—

[He yanks her backwards--which took quite a bit of effort, given her weight...]

Jack: I can't let you DO THIS--!

Kate: GIT OFFA ME—

[She bared her teeth at the former Civvie, her eye displaying cross-hairs over the blood red color.]

Kate: AIN’T GOT TIME FER THIS, M’ TARGET MOVES FAST AS FRAG, HE’S GETTIN’ AWAY!

Jack: THAT'S--

[Yank--!]

Jack: --A GOOD THING, MISS EIGHT--!

[Kate screeched in a seething disgust.

She fired off a trick shot which bounced off of the big rig into the sky, hitting a camera drone. She started yelling—and then screaming— skyward…

…as if it wasn’t really Jack she were talking to anymore.]

Kate: AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH—!

[She thrashed.]

Kate: You never wanted me. NEVER! /You think I’ve forgotten that?!/ If they’d had your way, /I NEVER WOULD HAVE EXISTED—!/

[There was horrific screeching over the feed along with her shouting.]

Kate: -Enraged-  You lock me in a cage and treat me like glass. ME, the gal BUILT for things more dangerous than you could EVER imagine!

Jack: --?!

Jack: (What...)

Kate: When Ah’ came back that night with m’ arm missing, did you even try to help me get back on my feet?

Kate: NO! You blamed it on ME, you said I’d been CARELESS, that I couldn’t HANDLE going outside by myself—

Kate: YOU PUT ME UNDER PERMANENT PAROLE, /YOUR OWN SISTER—!/

Jack: (I...)

Jack: M...Miss...Eight...

[The aura was now almost like a consuming fire, flaring more intensely in this rage.]

Kate: You, who were supposed to be BETTER! Supposed t’ see I wasn’t just a number, not just the youngest! Not just a GIRL! You’re no better than the scrap that clogs up the arena, calling me names and spreading those lies—!

[.....]

[Lies--lies and slander...]

Jack: . . .

[His core lurched in sympathy for her, his heart cracked with every pained word, every agonizing sentence...]

Jack: (God, Miss Eight, no...)

Kate: I hate you.

Kate: I HATE YOU /BOTH/ SO DAMN MUCH—!

[The aura died down. Kate’s breath was ragged, and her readings were low. Even with a raging inferno of fury to fuel her, she was still badly injured… and it showed.

But she looked up with a glare. Her eye changed from blood red to the same demonic purple as the aura that surrounded her.]

Kate: Grr—! …I’ve got no quarrel with you, Cub—so let go!

[YANK.]

Jack: I--I CAN'T!

Jack: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING--!

Kate: Don’t know what I’m doing? DON’T KNOW WHAT AH—

Jack: FOR GOD'S SAKE, KATE, SHUT U P FOR TWO SECONDS--!

Jack: YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON THAT C A R E S ABOUT ME IN THIS LIFE!

Jack: I'M N O T GONNA LET THAT GO!

[A pause.]

Jack: .....

Jack: Kate?

[…Uh-oh.]

Kate: Oh, so you wanna play NOW then, do ya—

[HER EYE DISPLAYED CROSS-HAIRS CENTERED OVER JACK’S SPIDERWEB SYMBOL.]

Kate: You wanna DANCE, do ya?

Jack: (Oh--OH SCRAP, I'M DEAD.)

Jack: U-Uh--!

[Kate suddenly dashed forward and RAMMED right into Jack.]

Jack: OOF--!

[Jack was tackled RIGHT off his feet and onto the rig, with the wind knocked out of him. He was a wheezing mess for a couple of seconds--]

[But he still held fast.]

Jack: N-Ngh...

[Kate stood, glaring down at Jack—or so it seemed, given her menacing stance. The places where eyes would be in the face of any other Xelbot were cast in a deep, dark shadow.]

Kate: Tch.

[She sounded unimpressed.]

Kate: If ya won’t let me go… Ah’ll just have t’ bring you with me! Now be a good boy… an’ HEEL.

Jack: N...

Jack: I can't...do that...

Kate:  Ah’ said HEEL, not SPEAK. Now get yer act t’gether, we’re goin’ hunting. MOVE IT!

[.......]

______________________

"For [Frag's] sake, Den. I'm starting to wonder why I even picked you off the street in the FIRST place."

"I--"

"You can't even DODGE or take a hit right--you're NEVER going to survive out in the arena if you keep being WEAK!"

"B-Boss, it's ju--"

"I don't want to HEAR it."

"Now be a GOOD boy and do as I say."

"But--"

"MOVE IT, PUPPET!"

__________________________

[That was it.]

[He was SICK and TIRED of this.]

[Sick and tired of being treated as a throwaway mutt--!]

[When Jack raised his head, his eyes were GLOWING a bright purple. Not at all like the virus's evil glow--this was strong, and defiant, and angry.]

Jack: THAT'S IT--YOU KNOW WHAT?!

Jack: I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU BOSS ME AROUND--NOT Y O U!

Jack: NOT ANYMORE--!

[...Strange...he...didn't seem to be talking to Kate...?]

Jack: I'm NOT backing down--

Jack: And I'm NOT going anywhere with you--!

Jack: No...

Jack: NO WAY, MISS EIGHT.

Jack: YOU WANNA DANCE?! FINE!

[A HARSH YANK.]

Jack: LET'S D A N C E.

[She gave a wicked grin. …A shark grin that was disturbingly like her vampire witch sister’s—Dyna’s.]

Kate: Thought ya’d NEVER ask~

[She YANKS hard, moving quickly to the side. It becomes apparent why soon enough—there are more debris headed their way, and she was trying to get the wires right between them!]

Jack: --!!

[Was she--well, yes, actually, she WAS crazy.]

[His arms swing backwards, so that the strings straighten out like fine lines, almost invisible to the naked eye...]

Jack: (Can't let them get tangled...!)

[It…

…didn’t work out the way Kate had hoped.]

Kate: ?!

[She just STARED in astonishment as the debris cut cleanly through the wires—as if it were cheese run through several dozen slicers.]

Kate: -Meepface- . . .

Jack: .....

Jack: Woah.

[Jack seemed to be as EQUALLY surprised...]

[And THEEEEN Kate surged with panic.]

Kate: (OH M’ GOD THEY’RE ALL AROUND ME—HE COULD SLICE ME RIGHT IN HALF WITH THOSE GAROTTES—)

[.......]

[She....wasn't the only one going into panic.]

Jack: (OH GOD--OH SCRAP IF I EVEN M O V E WRONG I COULD TURN HER INTO RIBBONS OH MAN OH NO--)

Kate: -Glitched screeching- AH WON’T LOSE ANY MORE LIMBS, DAMMIT—!

Jack: NO--I SWEAR I WON'T HURT YOU--!

[She moved in closer in her long strides, but it was clear from the fluid motion and calm control that she just wanted to slack the lines a bit. She pivoted aside to look at him, a loading icon displaying on her eye as she tried to think of something—anything— that would work here.]

Kate: (Glitchfrag it…!)

Kate: (Ah’ know…)

Kate: (Ah’ KNOW I’ve lived through missions in situations just as bad or worse—)

Jack: OK--um--uh--I...OK just don't move--

Jack: I swear I'll get us out of this--!

Kate: Why…

Kate: Why can’t I remember…?

Jack: ....!

Jack: (Remember...?)

Jack: K...Kate...!

Kate: Nnngh…!

[And again a semi-collapse to her knees, her head turned to the side.]

Kate: (Lord help me, the HEADACHES…)

Jack: Kate...!

Kate: Hhh… hhh…

Kate: Hhh…heh…

Kate: Heh…hel… hel… help…

Jack: Kate—! (I knew she was still in there—!)

[The aura surged again, and she looked up, angry.]

Kate: Grrrr…!

[She returned to her feet.]

Kate: A Mighty NEVER loses on their knees!

Jack: --!!

Jack: Eep--

[He backs up again, careful to not tug on his wires too harshly now--]

[He didn't want to hurt her that way...!]

Jack: K-Kate...please....

Jack: Don't....don't you remember me?

Jack: I--I don't want to hurt you, please, stop...!

Kate: Jack…!

[She paused, shivering. After a moment, she staggered again, going down on one knee once more.]

Kate: J-Jack, please…

Kate: Can’t…

Jack: —! (No, don't give up—!)

Kate: ’m tryin’, but Ah’ can’t…

[The virus wasn’t ready to give up such a prize. The aura surged again—and again, the demonic overlay as she pushed herself to her feet.]

Kate: I remember a terrified civvie in way over his head who ran t’ mah heels from just a few /words/.

Kate: I remember someone who… who DIDN’T have th’ strength t’ face the forces of darkness…!

[A glare.]

Kate: /I don’t recognize this—this steadfast WARRIOR in front a’ me—!/

Jack: .......

Jack: Well, to be honest--I don't really recognize the woman in front of me either.

Jack: But I KNOW that isn't your fault.

Jack: .....

Jack: I'm no warrior.

Jack: I'm just a normal guy trying to save his friend with what he's got.

Jack: I'm just a guy with REALLY bad luck and way too many regrets and mistakes on his head.

Jack: .....

Jack: But I'm not gonna let that stop me.

Jack: Not you, Kate...

Jack: And certainly not YOU .

[A glitched screech at that.]

Kate?: WHY, CDN-7037?

Kate?: YOU. CANNOT DEFY FATE!

Kate?: YOU KNOW. TOO MUCH!

Jack: --???

Jack: What are--

Kate?: AND YOU ARE. TOO LATE!

Kate?: NOTHING LEFT…

Kate?: BUT ANGER! PAIN! AND FEAR!

Jack: Whoa—!

Jack: (Anger? Pain? It—it feels scared?)

Jack: (But—that doesn't make sense—!)

[Kate paused to take a firmer stance, but then, suddenly—

The aura faded and her eye turned a pale gray.]

Kate: Aw glitch—

[Jack tuned around to see what Kate was more concerned about--]

[...That...was his mistake.]

[WHANG!]

[…Kate had seen it coming, and had even tried to duck.

But she was tall, injured, and neither of those things made it easy to dodge in close quarters.

She hit the entrance to the tunnel head-on.]

WHANG.

[Jack's systems were jostled, and he could see nothing but static for a good half minute.]

[Pain, dizzy, what, where is...]

Jack: Aaaaaaawfraaaaaaaag....

Jack: Can't...

[Bright, dark, bright, dark...]

[The static finally clears out...]

Jack: A-Ah...

Jack: What...was...

[Though he was still seeing stars, he could tell from the orange glow of lights that they had entered...a tunnel?]

Jack: (Did...did I seriously get hit by...?)

Jack: Ah--!

Jack: (Can't...hurts to...think...ow...)

Kate: J-… Jack…

Jack: ...!

Jack: K...Kate...?

Jack: (Miss Eight...is she...?)

[The aura was still there, but very faint. …It wasn’t hard to see why.

She’d hit the overpass SO hard that it had cracked her radar dish—and maybe even the rest of her skull. There certainly was a lot of sickly-looking Xel pooling beneath her head.]

Kate: -Weakly- Jack…?

Jack: .....!!!

Jack: (X-Xel--she's...no...)

Jack: M...Miss...Eight...!

[With some reserved strength he never knew he had, he crawled his way towards her, and pushed himself up on his elbows to get a better look at her.]

Jack: Oh no...

Kate: …Can’t…

Jack: Miss Eight...it--you're gonna be OK...

Jack: If ya can't move--

Kate: Can’t… see…

Jack: ....!!!

Jack: Y...You can't...?

[Back into the glaring light of the rising sun.]

Kate: He’s going to get away…

[Her anger couldn’t sustain her through the damage.]

Kate: Can’t… can’t see… ANYTHING… can barely hear, so fault…

Jack: Kate...

[Jack placed a shaky hand on her shoulder, so she can at least feel his  presence somehow, with her sight and hearing so shot...]

Jack: I-It's OK...I'm...here...

Jack: (Everything hurts, ow...)

[She tried to get to her feet. When it didn’t work, she shifted into her civilian form. This stopped the Xel loss, but didn’t help the pain.]

Kate: God help me, this headache…

Jack: Y-You and me both, ow...

[She suddenly pushed herself to her knees—but the eighteen wheeler LURCHED.]

Kate: -YELPS-

Jack: WHOA--!!

[Jack saw why—there were bits of wreckage EVERYWHERE in the road ahead. And they were approaching cars that had been literally sliced in half.]

Jack: Oh FRAG...

Jack: WE NEED TO GET OFF THIS RIG N O W--

[There was a rough and violent bit of turbulence before the truck briefly went flying and then tipping over—]

Jack: AAAAAAAAH--!

[At first, the only thought on his mind was Kate.]

[So the first thing he did was grab her.]

[And the next?]

[ZIIIIIIP!]

[His wires wrap around another street light, and the two of them are sent swinging onto another passing rig on the opposite lane.]

[....There wasn't as much grace in the landing, though.]

Kate: Hrgh…

Jack: C-Crap...

Jack: OK...ah...um--ow...

Jack: Gotta...get...

[A faint, choppy noise seemed to cut through the ambience of the highway.]

[…

…Seemed to be getting louder…]

Jack: .......?

Jack: (What...what is that noise...?)

Jack: (S...Sounds...like...)

 “FINALLY!”

Kate: …Th’ hell—Beck…?

Jack: ....!

Jack: K...Kid...?

[There was a slight THUD as Fighting Mighty Number Nine landed next to the beleaguered Cherry.]

Pup: Man, you are HARD to find!

[Kate shifted back into her combat form.]

Kate: You…!

Jack: --!!

Jack: Kate, no--!

[She was losing Xel fast again, and sounded like she was on the brink of passing out.]

Kate: You’re here on One’s orders, to drag me back to confinement—!

[Pup didn’t seem fazed. He shifted forms—]

[ZZT.]

[…It was almost comical how that tiny zap put her back down.]

Kate: OW—

Pup: No more hide-and-seek, Sis!

[He shifted back to his default… glowing… green, now?]

Jack: ....!

Jack: Wait, what are you--

Pup: TIME TO COME HOME!

[There was a bright green flash as he thrust his arm forward—causing Kate to glow as well—]

Kate: G…GYAH—

[… … …]

“Come on out, Pup. No need t’ hide from me.”

“S-sorry—”

[He stepped out from behind a street sign that Kate had in her room for some reason. His sister was polishing her boots, humming a song.]

“What’s on your mind?”

“… … …”

“C’mon, now.~ Yer alright.”

“…Sis…”

“Mmhmm?”

“Why do you make up those stories?”

[Silence.

Long, awkward silence.]

“S-… a-ack, I-I— I’m sorry—”

[A pulse of relaxing data.]

“…Easy now, hon. …Ah’ ain’t mad at ya.”

“…Y-… you’re… not?”

[She clicked her tongue.]

“Yer the most honest soul on God’s green earth. ‘Course ya can’t understand the workings of lies.”

[Another pause.]

“…Y’ know… I don’t know if I’ll ever tell anyone what happened.”

“Not… not even Dad?”

“No.”

“But—but it’s Dad—”

“Shhh…”

“Lemme tell you something, Pup. When you go through that kind of darkness, there are only so many things you can do with what’s left, after.”

“You can choose to let it haunt you. To define you. To become your obsession. You can go off the deep end into denial, even more of an obsession. Or you can just say, ‘I don’t like talking about that time’ and take things in your own control.”

“People are never gonna stop asking, hon. Never. Even if I ever were to be made whole. Maybe Ah’ COULD tell the truth every single time—maybe, maybe not. For all you know, I’m sworn to secrecy.”

“You… you could tell US if you were, though… right?”

“Heh… not the point, Puppy. The point is… the answer doesn’t change what happened then. So I choose not to give that answer any power.”

“I shall defy it, mock it, scorn it— Trivialize it, so that it’s not in control. No room for self-pity—not at work, and not at m’ other job, either.”

“But…”

“You know the kind of people I work with. And you know that sometimes, I meet people who are really scared. Why focus on what you don’t have—what you’re not— When instead you could be movin’ forward with a healing touch with the vast strength you DO have?”

“Helpin’ others means putting them, first. Whether yer scared, or troubled—”

“We don’t have to be in the spotlight, Beck, to make a difference. Sometimes, the most important things are done where only Heaven can see.”

[… … …]

[XEL PURGE COMPLETE.]

[ALL HARMFUL MALWARE HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM FMN-008.]

Kate: Nnnn…

Jack: !!!!

Jack: (What in the world was that...green...?)

Jack: Kate...?

Kate: …What… what…?

Kate: Jack, is that you…?

Jack: Y...Yeah...?

Jack: Are...is...oh my God...

[The lady assassin felt very out of it. Everything was darkness… but she had to reach out for that voice, confirm that it wasn’t all a dream…]

Kate: -Reaches up with her hand to touch his face- Ah’—Ah’ can’t see you right now—

Jack: Y--You...it's...

[.....]

[Were....those...tears she felt on her fingers...?]

Jack: It's...it's you...!

Kate: …

Kate: …Are we… what…

Jack: Oh God it's really you Miss E--

Kate: Where are we? Avi’s wind tunnel or somethin’?

[HONK HOOOOOONK.]

Jack: ...!!!

Jack: oH--

Pup: Yikes!

[…Oh. RIGHT.

They were still in the middle of a pack of crazed cars heading who knows where at over 90 miles an hour.]

Jack: Kid--We gotta get off this crazy--

Pup: UH—

Pup: UM

Pup: -AAAAH I CAN’T CARRY YOU /BOTH/, SIS IS SO—uhhhh… TALL.-

Jack: FRAG--!

Jack: UH--UM--

[A search light suddenly illuminated the area around them.]

Jack: --Wha?!

“YOOOOOOO!”

"HOW'S IT HANGING, BROS?"

Jack: ....?!

Jack: SIX?!

Kate: AVI!

Pup: TWO AVIS—

Goose: -Swoops in closer to perform a cursory check on the stability of the platform- Well, Avi, looks like Spiderman and Wonderwoman landed in a… sticky situation!

Kate: …

Avi: Ooo, looks like you're right, Avi--it's a real TANGLED MESS.~

Kate: . . .

Pup: But—I thought One told you to stay behind—

Goose: AW, C’MON, BECKY

Goose: DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD LET THIS CHANCE

Goose: PASS UP? ; D

Kate: . . .

Jack: ......

Avi: HA! I get it!

Kate: (Lordy Ah’ musta done somethin’ horrific t’ suffer THIS as my punishment—) -Weakly- Goose, ain’t… got th’… energy t’ yell at ya properly fer that right now…

Goose: I know, right :^D

Avi: Heheh...

Avi: Hate to cut this short--but we REALLY need to make an exit, don't ya think? ; D

Jack: (Wow...they are REALLY showing no mercy...)

Avi: Any longer and we'll have to ride them up for going over the speed limit--

Jack: UM, GUYS--

Jack: NOW'S NOT THE TIME--

Goose: Truuuuue enough! Time waits for no one! 8^D

Kate: -Faintly- Lord help me but He sure knows Ah’ve earned this sufferin’…

Goose: Seems like you guys could use a LIFT out of here! ^.^

[The chipper plane scooped his solid younger sister right off the roof of the rig.]

Pup: —! WOAH WOAH WAIT—

[Oops.

The strings were still attached.

Jack got yanked along about a foot, like a pull toy.]

Jack: FRAG FRAG FRAG S T O P--!!

[There was a sudden red blur.]

-SHING!-

[THUD.]

Jack: Ow...

Ninja!Pup: Whew…

Goose: … -Just kinda. Blinks for a moment-

Goose: …Um.

Goose: WELL! If everyone’s checked in, time for Avi Airlines to get you out of here!

Kate: Uggh…

Kate: Ah’ suppose Ah’ deserve your puns. But no weight jokes or Ah SWEAR Ah’ll take ya down with me, got it?

Goose: Love ya too, Sis! ^.^

Jack: Ha...

Jack: Oweverythinghurts....

Avi: I got ya, Jackie!

[Avi hovers over Jack as he grabs both of his arms to lift him up, then hoists him further into the air with relative ease.]

Avi: All set, yo! Let's hit it!

[Pup shifted into Avi’s form to follow after them, the three fliers headed off away from the highway.]

Goose: -Touches down gently- Theeere we go.

-Ping!-

<MC005>: > Augh, why is there still no signal?

<FMN-001>: > This IS Shade we’re talking about…

Kate: -Groans- (…Brother?)

<FMN-007>: > …I think it is more that her transceiver is damaged…

Avi: Yeah, you guys don't look so good...

Jack: Tunnel...

Avi: ???

Jack: Didn't...see it...

Avi: OW...

Jack: ...Mng...

<MC005>: > …I have an idea…

<MC005>: >Will, you don’t mind a lot of sand near the teleporters, do you?

[DR.WHITE] //: Er, no--why?

<MC005>: >I’m going to do a spherical transportation.

<MC005>: >Call, if you please…

[DR.WHITE] //: Ah--! Yes, that will do the trick...

Jack: ...Is that Doc White...?

Avi: Yup. And Dr. Cossack. Say hi, Jackie!

Jack: Heh...hi...sorry I don't look my best right now...

<MC005>: >Heh… don’t worry about that.

Kate: Daddy…

[DR.WHITE] //: It's alright now, Shade.

[DR.WHITE] //: You'll be home soon.

Kate: … ‘kay, Dad.

Kate: I’mma… I’mma just…

Kate: …sleep, nao—

<FMN-008 has entered Deep Sleep mode.>

Jack: . . .

Jack: H...Hey...Docs...

Jack: She's...she's gonna be OK now, right? Dunno...dunno what the kid did but...

Jack: She's...not crazy any more, right...?

Goose: Bro. Bro.

Goose: Not in the way you’re talking about, no.

Goose: But… her being okay eventually means being back to doing her crazy, ridiculous stunts. …Just part of who Eight is.

Jack: Heh....

Jack: Wouldn't...have it any other...way...

Jack: Just...wanted to...make sure...

Jack: So tired--

[INSUFFICIENT POWER SUPPLY. SHUT DOWN INITIATED.]

[CDN.7037 HAS GONE INTO DEEP SLEEP MODE.]

Goose: …

Goose: Looks like Mister Sandman paid them a visit :’^D

Avi: You said it, mirror...

Pup: -Sighs inwardly- (Yep. Definitely back to normal.)

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=CHAPTER 6A: CRIMSON STRONGHOLD=

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{Sanda Enterprises}

[The next lead came… abruptly.

And it sent them into panic.]

Call: Doctor Sanda, you have a call on line one.

Mikhail: -Looking over some notes- Can it wait? I need to talk regarding some of Brand and Shadow’s data…

Call: I would not recommend it. The call is from the Pentagon.

[…]

Mikhail: What?

Sanda: -Oh sweet mother of God—-

Mikhail: … Miss Call Sanda did you just say the call was from the <u>P E N T A G O N—</u>

Beck: -AUGH NO WHY N O W-

Beck: -oh no what if--what if they're going to try to stop--

Beck: -I'm the only one that can SAVE THEM WHAT IF--

Beck: -DAAAAAAAD--

Sanda: --WILL--

Sanda: -WILL HELP THIS IS BAD-

Mikhail: SOI, DON’T KEEP THEM WAITING—STALL FOR ME, PLEASE—

Mikhail: WILL!

Mikhail: -Exit stage left as if pursued by bear-

White: --Ah--er--I--I....

[He's just kinda frozen there--]

Mikhail: -Yanks Will aside out of view of any screens before he can enter the room- {We need to talk, Will—}

White: Waah--!

Sanda: -WAIT WHAT DO I EVEN SAY GUYS—-

Call: Patching the call through, Doctor.

[A very stern looking uniformed officer was patched through. She was wearing her hair in a bun.

Notably, her rank seemed to depict she wasn’t exactly of the rank that normally made these calls.]

???: Dr. Soichiro Sanda, please be aware that the following call is classified. You are not to discuss it with anyone other than Dr. William White. Anyone else must be read in. Do you understand?

Sanda: -Err--

Sanda: Y--Yes, yes, I u-understand-- (Thanks for leaving me up the creek, fellas--!)

-*-*-*-*-*-

Mikhail: -Practically hissing- {Will, we’re leaving. Now.}

White: What?!

Mikhail: {I can’t stay here.}

Mikhail: {I’m a Russian Doctor with constructed credentials, remember?!}

[…Oh, right. The “favors” Shade had pulled to make them officially “exist” in this world…]

White: --Erk--!

[He was right--him being here would only raise even MORE questions, and none of them would be of the pleasant sort...]

Mikhail: {I’m taking the others. DON’T let them choose a nuclear option.}

[…With that he continued running off to the lab.

Boy, he wasn’t kidding when he said “now”…]

White: --n--nu--

[Oh, dear.]

-*-*-*-

???: Recently, you and your brother released a press statement regarding the current national crisis.

Sanda: Y-Yes, that's correct...

Sanda: Wh...what of it...?

???: Despite what the CEO of Cherry Dynamics seems to believe—

[She gave no visual indication on her stance on that matter.]

???: No charges will be pressed at this time. I must advise you this does not guarantee whether they will be filed or not in the future.

Sanda: ...A-Ah--I see, yes... (Don't we have enough on our plate already...?)

???: Our people have reviewed the data you submitted to the scientific community to show that the infection has been cleared from reacquired Mighty Numbers. Dr. White will be needed for further questioning on this matter.

Sanda: (--! Oh no, Will--!)

Sanda: R-Right, of course--I'll...let him know.

???: MI6 would also like to interrogate Mighty Number Six regarding a person of interest.

Sanda: (--MI6--?! What would they want with Avi--?!)

Sanda: Hmm--A...alright...

???: …However, their requests for extradition have been denied.

???: It is to our understanding that Mighty Number Six has been essential in locating other members of his series with all due speed. We also cannot risk any Xel being sent overseas at this time.

???: The main reason for this call will require input from Dr. White, but that clearly will have to wait. There is an equally pressing matter that demands our attention.

Sanda: (...Oh dear...)

Sanda: Y...Yes...?

???: Your company requested information on the whereabouts of the missing Numbers.

???: Our intelligence suggests that Mighty Number Five has infiltrated federally-owned property.

Sanda: --!!

Sanda: (Battalion--of course--)

Sanda: Federally owned... (...A national park, or...or...)

???: As this is a matter of national security, the coordinates are classified and shall be sent to Mighty Number Nine through a direct, encrypted transmission.

???: Even I am not fully read in on the details, Doctor, but he has been given a time limit to complete the retrieval before we make our own interventions.

Sanda: (...Classified--?)

Sanda: --!!

Sanda: (Wait, that--that doesn't make sense--)

Sanda: How--how long does he have--?

???: Six hours, should he choose to accept this mission. Entry and investigation of the area may prove difficult. Should we regain the camera feeds on the property, this time limit will be extended.

Sanda: (Six hours...)

Sanda: O...Of course, we'll brief him as soon as possible...

???: I’m afraid that cannot be permitted. My superiors cannot wait very long for an answer. He must answer now. You may converse over private channels, but I have been ordered not to end this call without confirmation of his involvement or lack thereof.

Sanda: --I--o-one moment--

[PING!]

[DR.SANDA to MN.9] //: Beckwehaveasituation--

[DR.SANDA to MN.9] //: Did you get any coordinates by any chance--

[MN.9 to DR. SANDA] //: --No, why--

[DR.SANDA to MN.9] //: The Pentagon found out where Bat is--and they're giving you six hours to get him back before they take matters into their own hands...!

[MN.9 to DR.SANDA] //: --?!

[DR.SANDA to MN.9] //: Beck--they need an answer NOW, I don't know what they'll do if...!

[MN.9 to DR.SANDA] //: .....

[MN.9 to DR.SANDA] //: --If they know where Bat is, Dr. Sanda--of course I'll go--!

[MN.9 to DR.SANDA] //: I...I have to save him too...!

[DR.SANDA to MN.9] //: Thattaboy--you'll be be getting those coordinates via an encrypted connection.

Sanda: -Ahem-

Sanda: Sorry about that...

Sanda: He'll do it.

???: Affirmative. Patching the coordinates now.

[Just then, Beck pinged with a private message from the Pentagon. It entailed the location, as well as a brief threat level assessment and recommended gear. Oh, and they said he could bring others with him if that’s what it took, but anyone chosen would be bound to regard the information as classified… just as he would.]

???: Teleportation using these coordinates will go through encrypted channels. The true coordinates will not be retained by your databases.

???: We will call back later if video feeds are not recovered in three hours.

???: Should you fail to retrieve Mighty Five by the end of six hours, Mighty Nine will be automatically evacuated from the premises.

[… “Evacuated”?!]

Sanda: --Wait, what...what do you mean by--? (You can't just--!)

[BLIP.]

Sanda: --....

Sanda: (...This is...not good at...at all....)

Call: ...Dr. Sanda, your heart rate has increased...

Sanda: I...ho, boy...

[PING!]

[DR.WHITE] //: Soi-- Mikhail and the others are gone, and--I--I think they took Jack and Carmen--

[DR.WHITE] //: -Soi please tell me federal agents aren't going to storm the place--

[MN.9] //: --They're GONE--?!

[DR.SANDA] //: --There's no time--! Will--I'll explain, but Beck--you have to get ready to roll as soon as possible--!

[DR.WHITE] //: --Wait-- go where--?

[MN.9] //: Y-Yes, sir!

[DR.SANDA] //: Will-- they found Battalion.

[DR.WHITE] //: --!!

[DR.SANDA] //: And they--they said if we can't get him back in six hours--they'll evacuate Beck and--and--

[DR.WHITE] //: --WHAT--?!

[DR.SANDA] //: -IT'S NOT EVEN THE HALF OF IT, WILL--

[DR.SANDA] //: MI6 wants to talk with Avi, of all people--

[DR.SANDA] //: --A--And--

[DR.SANDA] //: T...The government wants to talk to...you.

[.......]

[Silence.]

[DR.WHITE] //: . . . .

[DR.WHITE] //: M...Me...

[DR.SANDA] //: .......

[.....]

[The rest of their conversation is then carried over in private...]

{Meanwhile}

[Kssss…]

<FMN-006 to MNN-006>: > Yo, Rick—you there?

[MN.6 to FMN.6] //: Yo, Goose--yeah, I'm here...

<FMN-006>: > Whew, good—just wanted to check in, now that things aren’t as crazy over here.

<FMN-006>: >Thanks for taking care of Sis until she was stable! …Though she still looks pretty banged up, and uh… I thought Shads was gonna stay with your little bro for a bit?

<FMN-006>: > No one will tell me what’s going on, kinda lost here…

<FMN-006>: >Is G-moms coming over to visit over there, or??

[MN.6 to FMN.6] //: Uh--yeah, no, Shads had to suddenly leave, Doc C called him or something...but Brand's snoozing away right now, so that's good...

[MN.6 to FMN.6] //: ...?

[MN.6 to FMN.6] //: Uh...

[MN.6 to FMN.6] //: Where the heck did Stripes go...?

<FMN-006>: > …You mean Tony the Tiger, everyone’s favorite Spiderfriend?

<FMN-006>: > He’s over here with us, I thought you guys knew that?

<FMN-006>: > -Did he somehow get in more trouble while he was asleep or?- -Majorly confused-

[MN.6 to FMN.6] //: No, I just--I guess--??

[P I N G!]

[MN.9] //: CRYO WAKE UP--

<FMN-006>: > Yoooooo, Beckster!

<FMN-006>: > Dial is busy with Lil’ Sis, dunno about yours. You need another bath? ;D

<FMN-006>: > Did you get into the powdered sugar again, little dude?

[MN.2 IS NOW ONLINE.]

[MN.2] //: OW WHAT GIVES--

[MN.9] //: NOT NOW AVI--

[MN.6] //: --? Hey, Becko, somethin' the matter?

[MN.9] //: NO TIME--CRYO GET OVER HERE PLEASE--

<FMN-006>: >Yo, yo, Beeeeeeck—you overclock any faster and you’ll start to time travel. o.o;

<FMN-006>: > Breeeaaaaathe a little.

[MN.9] //: I CAN'T--!

[MN.9] //: WE GOTTA SAVE BAT--!

[MN.2] //: --!!

[MN.2] //: --Where is he--?!

<FMN-006>: > …Uh.

<FMN-006>: > (This sounds like it’s not going to end the conversation on a happy note…)

[MN.9] //: -IS DRAGGING SISTER OFF, BYE GUYS--

[MN.2] //: --whOA--

<FMN-006>: > UH.

<FMN-006>: > … -THUMBS UP?- …STAY SAFE?

[MN.6] //: ...That...sounds like trouble.

[MN.6] //: Iiiii better go see what's up...

[A noise like something ran into a wall really hard is heard as a crash over the line.]

[MN.6] //: --???

<FMN-006>: > …That sounded like that hurt, I think that was Twelve—

<FMN-006>: > Sorry, gotta run—

[MN.6] //: Hoooo Kay, uh....talk to ya later--!

<FMN-006 has left the channel.>

[MEANWHILE...]

[Once again, there is chaos within Sanda Labs...]

Pyro: What do you mean, we won't know where he's going--?!

[White was pacing around the room, the Xel holoscreen depicting a map of the United States glowing softly behind him.]

White: The coordinates were sent by an encrypted connection--by the government. They want us to retrieve Bat within six hours.

White: ...Or else.

Pyro: --.....

Cryo: ...Or...or else what?

White: .....

White: I'm not sure.

White: But it involves evacuating Beck from the premises if he doesn't succeed.

White: ......

White: ...Which means we must move with all due haste. Beck?

Beck: Just about ready...

[He was going through a standard check of all his available forms...]

[Including...]

((Brand!Beck here))

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

[...The form he was most skilled with.]

Beck: (...It feels really good to have this back...)

Beck: (I feel like I'm gonna need it...)

[REXELECTION: DEFAULT]

Beck: OK, all set!

Call: Preparing Xel Transfer: Locking in encrypted coordinates...

Cryo: So the plan is for Becky to see what's over there first before I'm beamed in, right?

White: Correct--the only clue that we have is that wherever Bat is, it's on federally owned property.

Avi: ...Jeez, no wonder... .... (Poor Speedy...)

Avi: ...Must be something they wanna keep real hush hush if they're going this far.... ....It's not something, like...Area 51, is it?

White: ....I...I hope not.

White: Nonetheless, your brother is there--and he needs to come home, government involvement or no.

White: ...You understand you are on a time limit, Beck.

Beck: Yeah.

Beck: I know.

Beck: (Can't waste time...)

Beck: Don't worry...I'll bring Bat back--

Beck: With time to spare!

Dyna: -BZZZ, YOU TWO ZZSTAY ZZSAFE, WE'LL BE RIGHT HERE-

Cryo: I'll be right behind ya, bro--go get 'em!

Pyro: ...And Beck?

Pyro: Please don't touch anything if you can help it...

Beck: Got it, Big Bro.

Avi: Good luck, Beckrroni! -THUMBS UP-

Call: Coordinates have been locked in.

Sanda: B-Be careful, Beck--Who knows what the virus did to Bat...

Beck: ...I will.

Call: Xel Transfer in progress...

_______________________

[MISSION DETAILS: MIGHTY NO. 5, BATTALION, HAS FLED TO A FEDERALLY OWNED ESTABLISHMENT. PURPOSE: UNKNOWN. LOCATION: [REDACTED]

[MISSION OBJECTIVE: LOCATE AND PURGE ALL HARMFUL MALWARE FROM MN.5 IN SIX HOUR TIME LIMIT. FAILURE WILL RESULT IN GOVERNMENT EXTRACTION AND ENFORCEMENT.]

[SUB OBJECTIVES: MINIMIZE RMDC IMPACT, RESTORE PENTAGON VIDEO FEEDS OF ESTABLISHMENT]

[SYSTEMS READY?]

[GO!]

[Feet touch down on metal flooring, resounding with a small clack as Nine materializes in a quiet hallway.]

[...It's the silence that gets him at first--there is some gentle, far off humming in the distance...but other then that, nothing.]

Beck: . . .

Beck: ?

[Beck looks to his left, and sees a huge '01' printed on the...armored walls...?]

Beck: ...What...what is this place...?

[His com crackles.]

Sanda: ....What...?

White: Goodness...no wonder the government contacted us...

Sanda: This...

Sanda: This looks like some...shut down military base...?

White: But--I thought that nearly all the military bases were re-purposed into museums after the disarmament...?

White: But this doesn't look like a museum to me...

Sanda: Exactly--

Sanda: It should be all but EMPTY, inside...but I wouldn't count on it...

Beck: Right....

[...The only sounds were his own footfalls and the faint humming. It...it uneased him, how the silence was...just... there.]

[...Lately, strange silences were beginning to put him off, and he REALLY didn't like that...]

Beck: (...This...this is creepy...)

[PING!]

Beck: AAAH--!

Call: Beck, I am detecting multiple robot signatures ahead. Proceed with caution.

Beck: Jeez, Call, you nearly made my core stop--!

Call: My apologies, Nine.

Beck: ...Ngh, it's fine, I just....don't like how quiet it is in here...

[...It wasn't going to be quiet for long.]

Beck: --!

[Wrrrr....]

Beck: H-Huh...?

[A medium sized mobile construct on tracks was approaching, and from a distance...it kind of looked like a bigger version of a standard trash bot.]

[...Until...]

[BEEP BEEP BEEP--]

[A small alarm on its head started going off--]

[And it's lid opened up...]

Beck: --?!

[...to reveal a mounted machine gun. It was a mobile turret!]

White: --!!

Beck: Aaah--!

[Beck dashed under it's line of fire to avoid being pelted with bullets, and returned it's fire. The streaks of bright orange struck true, and it soon glowed a dark blue color.]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[Wrrrrr...]

Beck: M--More--?!

[Sure enough, a WAVE of turret bots were heading this way, in a wall formation. Beck began to fire away at once when he saw them--it seems like they needed a split seconded to identify him as a enemy before they attacked...]

Sanda: What the Sam Hill--?!

Sanda: Those are CLEARLY military bots--! COMBAT military bots--!

White: And should have been scrapped as part of the disbarment...

White: ...Or was that all a government ruse...

White: Beck, did they tell you this--?

Beck: -BLAM- NO, BUT THEY DID TELL ME TO COME HEAVILY DEFENDED--!

Beck: I-- -BLAM- THINK I CAN SEE WHY!

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Mari: White: ...The concept of pointless competition has been outcast.

[Mikhail laughs a little at that.]

Cossack: Officially, at any rate. I don’t think you can rewrite humanity enough to change the testosterone-driven need to do stupid things to show off to your friends. White: Heh, well...pointless as in, connected to violence. It's partially why the NBCA was formed, to keep all violence confined to the Colosseum.

White: Remember when I said the story of our world was connected to the Coloseeum? That's why.

Cossack: I see… I understand, now.

White: It...serves as a public outlet.

Cossack: Like its inspiration.

[He did not exactly seem thrilled at this.]

Cossack: *Lowers his glasses and looks over the rim* I wonder.

White: Exactly. (And...wow, look at that, he's smiling!)

Sanda: The Battle Coloseeum became the new football, in any rate!

Beck: (Hee.~)

[Mikhail did not share this outlook.]

Cossack: *Pushes his glasses back up* I must ask both of you to be very careful.

Cossack: Rome, too, had glory days.

Cossack: Emphasis: had . Past tense.

Cossack: Just… be careful, alright?

-*-*-*- Beck: See, the thing is, uh...Forte.

Beck: Our planet is in a state of world peace. There is no war.

Beck: Lots of people think that this is like a golden age of humanity or something.

Forte: …

Forte: Uh.

Forte: I’d… watch your back if I were you, bro.

Beck: ........

Forte: I mean it.

Forte: I know… you don’t believe me, but…

Forte: Everything looks all perfect and then someone comes along and kills a bunch of people or a plague breaks out or /something/ and then everything goes to hell REAL FAST.

Forte: This has happened over and over and over and OVER in history.

Beck: ..........

Beck: .....................

Beck: .....Well.

Forte: And usually, like.

Forte: “Peace” is through tyranny being enforced to squish rebellions— but someday one of those rebellions just won’t be squished?

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

White: (...You were right, Mikhail...)

White: (You were right. You and Cardinal...)

[MN.1] //: I...I don't understand--why would they keep active military bots...?

White: An ace in the hole, or some kind of insurance, I imagine...

Beck: --NGH--!

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

[SHINGSHINGSHING--!]

[In the span of a few split seconds, the remaining turrets were reduced to Xel cubes, which were then absorbed and converted into a Xel Stock.]

Beck: Whew...

Beck: (REALLY glad to have this form back...)

[The door ahead opened as Beck approached it, still in Seven's form. This door had something printed on it as well...]

[NOW ENTERING SECTOR 02]

Beck: (This base is divided into sectors...?)

[Faint sunlight. He was outside...?]

[The sun was hidden behind several clouds, turning the sky into a pale yellow. This open room looked like it only served to separate the sectors.]

Beck: Whoa...

[PING!]

[MN.6] //: Yo, Beckers! Hold up a sec!

Beck: --?

Beck: Avi--I don't have any time for puns, I'm on a time limit--!

[MN.6] //: I know that--! Just--look at the sky so I can see--!

Beck: --? Why...?

[MN.6] //: I... THINK I can figure out where you are. I think. Actually, can ya fly up a little from there? Get a good look at your surroundings?

White: --! Ah--excellent idea, Avi! We can figure out where that base is by the geology...

Beck: Okay, Avi...

[REXELECTION: AVIATOR.]

[Giving the propeller a few good test spins, Beck jumped into the air and rose upwards at a steady rate.]

Beck: !

[As he flew, he could see that this base was bigger than he had thought— it seemed to sprawl out quite a bit...]

[MN.6] //: See anything?

Beck: Yeah, this place is huge--!

Beck: (What the heck...)

[MN.6] //: ...whoa. It is pretty large...

[MN.6] //: Get some more altitude and a horizontal 360 degree pan--the more we can see, the better.

Beck: Roger that...

[Higher and higher he climbed.]

[The base then gave way to a barren terrain, and sand littered the air, stinging Beck's eyes. But he could still make out some tall mountains on the horizon.

Beck: Sand...and more sand. I...I think I'm in a desert.

[MN.6] //: Alright, that narrows it down...anything else?

Beck: Yeah. I see mountains on the horizon. And no roads...anywhere.

[MN.6] //: Hmm...

[MN.6] //: Desert, some mountains, and if I do some math real quick--gimmie a sec---

[PING!]

[WARNING: LOCK ON SIGNAL DETECTED.]

Beck: --! Wha--

[INCOMING FIRE.]

[MN.6] //: --!!!

[MN.6] //: BECK! ROLL RIGHT, NOW--!

[There was a sudden screeching sound behind him, and he banked hard right to narrowly avoid a slew of bullets. Their trail of fire followed hot on Beck's tail as he executed evasive maneuvers.]

[MN.6] //: Anti-Aircraft Artillery! Get outta the sky, Beckcona!

Beck: -PANIC, WHERE DO I GO--

[The only way back into the base was from where he flew out, and even then, there were hostile signals coming from the other side of the door.]

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

[Once he was at a height where he could land with no problem, he switched to Seven's form, and landed into a roll past the opening blast doors.]

[A collection of bullet fire still pattered the re-enforced entrance, reminding the Mighty Number that he was far from safe.]

Beck: Argh--!

[It seems as if there was a never ending supply of these turrets--not only that but there was also forklift bots carrying some rather explosive cargo in his path.]

Beck: (Good thing I didn't go for Pyro's form...)

[SHING!]

[Better to slice up enemies than to set something off...and cause a chain reaction.]

[PING!]

[MN.6] //: You OK, there, Becky?

Beck: -SHING!- M-More or less--!

[MN.6] //: Good, cuz I got a bit of breaking news for ya.

[MN.6] //: Cryo's getting 'ported over as we speak, and I did some figuring.

Beck: -Whew--!-

[MN.6] //: I'm like--96% sure you're somewhere in Nevada's desert, bro.

Beck: Nevada--?

[MN.6] //: Makes sense that there would be a place like this--the nearest mass of major civilization is Las Vegas, and that's MILES off. So, yeah, you're right smack in the middle of the state, I bet.

Beck: I see... (At least we're far enough away from innocent people...)

Beck: And Cryo?

[MN.6] //: I found another entrance to the base--based on that 360 pan--and she's making her way to ya! You should be seeing her soon.

Beck: Um--

[-SHING!-]

Beck: --how soon?

[MN.6] //: I dunno, give or take a couple of--

[It was at that moment Beck felt the temperature drop by at least 30 degrees, and a familiar child-like cackle filled his audio receptors.]

Cryo: Kyaaahahahahaha! Wheeeeee!~

[Suspending herself in the air via a blast of high pressured water aimed downwards, Cryosphere was currently bringing winter early to the abandoned base, freezing up everything from enemy bots to lethal explosives--all were frozen dead in their tracks.]

Cryo: Time to dip into my slush fund and create some frozen assets!

Cryo: Pretty cool, right, Beck?~

[MN.6] //: --.......

[MN.6] //: That was BEAUTIFUL, SIS--

[MN.2] //: -THANKS, WE'LL BE HERE ALL WEEK~-

Beck: I--now? You're doing this now??

[MN.2] //: Sorry, sorry! Had to.

[MN.2] //: All clear on this sector, bro--I'm gonna go ahead and make things nice and crisp for ya, okay?~

[MN.6] //: Go for it, Cryo!

Beck: (--Well, at least that'll save time--which we REALLY need.)

Beck: Thanks, Big Sis!

[As Cryo disappeared through another door, faint sounds of wild giggling and frost left in her wake.]

[Now that the path was free, all Beck had to do was avoid the electrified spikes strewn across the treadmills up ahead.]

Beck: (Man, I hate these things--)

[REXELECTION: AVIATOR]

[At least Avi's form made things slightly easier.]

[Shooting down wall mounted turrets as he flew by, Beck once again encountered another large door.]

[NOW ENTERING SECTOR 03]

Beck: How many of these sectors are there?

Call: Unknown. I am only able to map your immediate area, No. 9.

Beck: Well, that's not good...

Beck: How are we supposed to know where--

[SLAM--!]

Beck: --?!?

[No sooner had the Mighty Number entered into another outside corridor, the door behind and leading out both closed down simultaneously--and a large thud was heard seconds after. The locks had engaged!]

Beck: Th-The doors! I'm trapped--!

Sanda: W--Will--!

White: The lockdown sequence for the next sector must have been initiated--we'll have to disengage them ourselves, Soi!

Beck: H-Hurry, we don't have much t--

[KKSSSSST!]

"Is that FEAR in your voice, Private Beck?"

Beck: --!!!

[MN.5] //: A robot soldier does not FEEL fear!

Beck: B-Bat--!

[PING!]

[MN.6] //: nGH--!!

[MN.3] //: -BZZZZ, GUYSZZ PLANE BRO IS NOT OK--

[MN.1] //: BATTALION!

[MN.1] //: I ORDER YOU TO STAND DOWN THIS INSTANT!

[MN.5] //: Hmph.

[MN.5] //: I'm afraid you no longer hold rank over me, Commander.

[MN.5] //: Shame, given that you could've been some actual use to the cause.

[MN.5] //: Seems that our Private here's been busy.

[MN.9] //: Bat, please--

[MN.5] //: Pay attention, maggot.

[MN.5] //: If you are going to come and face me like a real robot soldier, I EXPECT at least SOME kind of grit from you!

[MN.5] //: A robot soldier does not FEEL pain!

[At those words, a squadron of military grade combat bots armed with shields materialized into the room, their weapons trained at Beck.]

[MN.5] //: NOW FIGHT ON LIKE YOU'VE GOT GUTS!

[KSSSSSSST!]

Beck: !

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

[Deflecting the barrage of bullets with one swing of his sword, Beck was quick to go on the defensive, choosing to evade and hang back for the moment.]

Sanda: We're working on unsealing those doors, Beck! T-Try to hold on--!

Beck: Easier--Ngh--! Said than done--!

Will: (Come on, there has to be some backdoor in these kinds of military grade programs--! There almost always is--)

[SHING!]

[Beck couldn't even have a moment to breathe--as soon as one bot was absorbed, another would take its place. And another.]

[SHING!]

[And another.]

[SHING!]

Beck: Daaaaaad!

Will: Almost got it...!

[LOCKDOWN DISENGAGED.]

Beck: Finally--!

[With a hiss, the door to Sector 03 lifted, allowing Beck to dash himself out of the ambush and back into the building. It seems like this part of the base mostly consisted of...hangars...]

Beck: --!

[This one housed several impressive looking tanks.]

Beck: Whoa.

Beck: (B-Big...)

Will: My God...

Sanda: Uh...those are off, right...?

[There was a buzzing noise as a notification flashed on Call’s screen.

…The Pentagon was calling back.]

Call: Attention--we are receiving an incoming call from the Pentagon.

Will: --!!

Sanda: Again?! (That CAN'T be good--!)

Beck: Wha--? What's going on--?

Call: Patching it through now.

Will: -PROCEEDS TO HIDE BEHIND SOI-

[The screen once again displayed the same lady secretary as before. She seemed slightly concerned… in a confused sort of way.]

???: Attention, Sanda Enterprises and Mighty Nine.

???: The time limit is now forty-five minutes.

Sanda: --WHAT??

Sanda: I--I thought you said we had six hours--!

???: Sir, the situation has changed.

Sanda: Ch--Changed--??

Will: (Changed--? How...? Why?)

???: The details are classified.

Sanda: Th--this is--!

Sanda: I-Isn't there someone that can tell us what happened? Anyone--?

???: …

???: Please remain on the line while I transfer you to the Cyber Unit.

[The video feed was replaced by an image of the presidential seal.]

Sanda: Did--did they just put us on hold--?!

Will: Never mind that--

Will: Did you get all that, Beck?

Beck: ...Yeah. (This totally isn't fair...)

Will: Cryo, I need you to stay put until Beck catches up, do you read?

[....]

Will: ...Cryo?

Cryo: WHEEEEEEE!~

[The upper railings of the hanger were suddenly frosted over, along with the rows of patrolling turrets spewing continuous fire at Beck's way.]

Cryo: Hey, you--don't move! In other words, freeze!~ Kyahaha!

Beck: .....

Beck: (She's having fun, isn't she...)

Will: Cryo, I told you to--

[Reinforcements marched in from the right to replace the patrolling turrets--only to be frozen by Cryo's icy powers.]

Cryo: Wowee, these guys don't know when to chill!

Will: --!

Will: Ah, never mind--you'll serve as an adequate distraction! Do you think you can do that?

Cryo: Yessiree, Noodle Dad!

Will: Excellent. Proceed, Beck.

Beck: Right--!

Cryo: Good luck, Bro--!

[Moving through the tank hanger proved more difficult than he imagined--the place was absolutely swarming with military bots, and he had to be more careful than ever--the ammo loading lines were in full swing, so he also had to avoid dashing into anything that could seriously blow up in his face at any moment.]

Beck: (Why is everything being put into these crates...?)

Beck: (What the heck are you thinking, Bat--?)

[PING!]

[MN.6] //: @~@

[MN.6] //: -Ugh head hurts, what did we miss-

Beck: Avi!

[MN.3] //: -Bzzz, no planebro you need to reszzzt, someone help me get thiszz dork to bed--

[MN.6] //: -But--Beckers needs our help--

[MN.3] //: -BED-

[Two sets of treadmills later, Beck finally found the way to the next hanger, the sounds of his siblings bickering over his feeds.]

Beck: (...Wow, I...I can't believe I'm thinking this, but I really missed that...)

Beck: (I wonder if Bat can hear this....)

[Either he couldn't, or he was choosing to ignore it altogether. There was no way to know for certain, as he had stayed silent since his previous outburst.]

[The next hangar was much larger than the last, and held many more weapons and vehicles of war....]

Beck: (How many hangers ARE there in this place...?)

[The feed from the Pentagon suddenly went live—though it was audio only.]

“Sanda Enterprises, do you copy?”

Sanda: E-Er! Yes, we're here...!

“I’m told you wanted to speak to the Cyber Unit about the situation…? Uh, do you have updates for us?”

Sanda: --????

Sanda: (You HAVE to be kidding me--)

Sanda: Updates?! We're the ones that want an explanation!

Sanda: First we were told that we had six hours to retrieve MN.5, now we have--

Call: Approximately 26 minutes, 34 seconds, Doctor.

Sanda: Exactly!

Sanda: What happened??

“…Oh.”

[A pause.]

“…Hang on, gimme a moment to word this for your security clearance level…”

[After a moment…]

“Okay, you guys were told that you’d get the time extended if you restored video feeds to us, right?"

Sanda: Yes... (And we certainly didn't get THAT...)

“Well, that’s because that would give us more control over the situation if we could see. You see… the situation was a threat, but it wasn’t critical at the time. There had been a lock down in place.”

[…Uh-oh.]

“I think it’s probably pretty clear by now that you’re in a situation with live weapons. There had been a lock down in place, which contained the situation to the confines of the property—sorry, classified—but it was broken through a few minutes ago.”

Will: (....!!!) […Oops.]

Sanda: ....O...Oh...

“Because of that, the location is no longer secure, and the threat to the civilian population has increased to a state of emergency.”

[Will silently hit himself on his forehead, wincing. Confound it, he only made things worse--!]

Will: (MIKHAIL IS GOING TO MURDER ME--)

“If that weaponry goes mobile, there’s only just enough time to give orders to intercept—and cancel them if you manage to neutralize the situation—that we can give you, so—”

Will: (I...Intercept...?)

Sanda: I...I see... (Goodness, does...does that mean there's MORE??)

Will: (If--if that means what I THINK it means--)

-*-*-*-

“{DON’T let them choose a nuclear option.}” “Should you fail to retrieve Mighty Five by the end of six hours, Mighty Nine will be automatically evacuated from the premises.” “{Your family, they are the strongest. Who can stand against them if they wish to fight, unless they themselves also use incredible force? Without you all to help keep order, it will fall to others who are… LESS compassionate.}”

-*-*-*-

Will: (--Oh dear Lord--Beck--Bat--!)

[DR.WHITE to MN.9] //: Beck--you NEED to hurry and find Battalion--! Before the military NUKES the place!

[MN.9 to DR.WHITE] //: WHAT?!

[MN.9 to DR.WHITE] //: -THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT N U K E S--!!-

[MN.9 to DR.WHITE] //: -DAD THEY CAN'T NUKE BAT THEY CAN'T--

[DR.WHITE to MN.9] //: BECK!

[DR.WHITE to MN.9] //: Panicking isn't going to solve anything!

[DR.WHITE to MN.9] //: You NEED to focus and save your brother before they pull you out! Do you understand?

[DR.WHITE to MN.9] //: You must save No. 5, without fail...!

[MN.9 to DR.WHITE] //: Y-Yes, sir--!

[MN.9 to DR.WHITE] //: I-I'm on it, I'm on it--!

[MN.9 to DR.WHITE] //: I-I just don't know where to start LOOKING for him--

[KSSSSSSSST!]

[MN.5] //: Well, well, well.

[MN.5] //: You DO have guts after all, Private. I'll give you that.

[MN.9] //: Bat--!

[MN.5] //: But you're too LATE.

[The intercom system, as well as the feeds, are all temporarily filled with Battalion's commanding voice, which echoes across the hanger in a resounding, almost haunting tone.]

Bat: ATTENTION ALL HANDS!

Bat: COMMENCE THE INVASION!

Bat: CRY HAVOC, AND LET LOOSE THE DOGS OF WAR!

((Pic))

Bat: CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!

[MN.9] //: B-Bat--?!?

[P I N G!]

Call: Beck, I am picking up large clusters of robots heading towards the city from your location--

[WRRRRRRRRR--!!]

Sanda: What in tarnation!?

[There was a faint noise from the other feed that sounded vaguely like a klaxon alarm.]

Sanda: Is he trying to start a war?!

[Indistinct shouting could be heard, all of it with the same COMMANDING tone that Bat had.

A distinctly military one.]

“Uh. Listen, guys? Remember what I just said?”

[Angry shouting that was getting a little louder.]

“…care about… NOT have to…”

“Pardon the French but HURRY THE F### UP, JUST ISSUED ORDERS TO—”

—ot have the SECURITY CLEARANCE, TURN THE DAMN FEED OFF /RIGHT NOW—”/

[BWIP.]

[After a few moments, it came back on. Loud shouting directly nearby.]

“—PROTECT AND TO SERVE, THE SITUATION IS OUT OF HIS CONTROL—“

“-Talking over him- GIVE THE BOY HIS DAMN 20 MINUTES, THERE’S STILL A CHANCE—”

“Guys. GUYS. Your best bet, Sector 4, okay—“

“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO TURN THAT OFF—“

[A harsh sound, rather like a cord being ripped out. The signal went dead.]

[.........]

Sanda: BECK.

Sanda: YOU GOTTA HURRY--!

Beck: HURRYING, HURRYING--!

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

Beck: (Sector 04, 04, where are you, where--?!)

[The deafening sounds of machinery and weaponry nearly drowned out everything else. Giant gears whined, tracks groaned, and various engines revved and moved out towards the exits of the hanger.]

Beck: --!!!

Beck: Fighter jets--?!

[MN.6] //: -OW OW OW HURTS, IT HURTS--

[MN.3] //: -BZZZZT D : > -

[A countdown timer appeared on the screen. …It did not look promising…]

[It was flashing red and everything!]

Beck: (Not good, not GOOD--!)

[As precious seconds withered away, Beck frantically looked to another area to find Sector 04--before it was too late...!]

Call: 10 minutes remaining.

[Where in the world WAS that sector--?!]

Beck: --!!

Beck: (Hold up hold up--!)

[There, on the other side of the room--!]

[NOW ENTERING SECTOR 04.]

Beck: I FOUND IT--!

[...Except...]

Beck: --What??!

[It was across a whole floor littered with land mines.]

[There WAS platforms he could use to avoid the mines--but those were filled with enemy bots, and there simply wasn't time to deal with them.]

Beck: Ngh...

Beck: . . . .

[Beck had no choice.]

[He had to run through the mines...]

[ACXELARATE DASH: ONLINE.]

[Without stopping.]

[ACXELARATE DASH: MAX SPEED REACHED]

[Being in Brand's form helped him get that extra speed boost in, and he was nothing but a red blur against smoke and fire, the bombs activating just split-seconds after Beck dashed through.]

[With danger on his heels, Beck gritted his teeth as he fast approached the door--he was going too fast for it to register him coming in--!]

Beck: Haaaah!

[SHING!]

Will: --?!?

[THUD.]

[At least a thousand pounds of reinforced steel came crashing down in two pieces, a clean, flawless cut sliced in a perfectly straight downward stroke....]

[...Which rivaled precision Brand had to train for years to achieve.]

Will: What...?

[Beck, however, had no time to admire what he had just done.]

Beck: I'm in Sector 04! Repeat, I'm in Sector 04!

Beck: (Come on, Bat, you gotta BE HERE--!)

Call: Acknowledged.

Call: I am dispatching Sunny to your location.

Call: Xel Transfer in progress...

[A flurry of white light signaled Sunny's arrival--a sight that Beck was all too happy to see. He REALLY needed some Xel Cubes and Xel Stocks right now.]

[XEL QUOTA REACHED. XEL STOCKS 1 AND 2 ARE ONLINE.]

Beck: Thanks, Sunny....I needed that.

Sunny: (^-^)

Call: ...Acknowledged.

Call: I have received an update from the Pentagon. We have been given one more hour to subdue MN.5.

Beck: Really--?!

Will: (Oh, thank goodness...)

Will: We can't waste this chance, Beck.

Will: ...Please be careful.

Beck: ...Yeah. Got it...

[PING!]

[MN.1] //: Beck.

Beck: --! Big Bro?

[MN.1] //: You may have Bat's weakness, but he still has his stratagems. You need to be prepared for ANYTHING.

[MN.1] //: (Bat...for the love of God, think about him...)

[MN.1] //: ...And...remember that this isn't his fault.

[MN.1] //: Fight the parasite, not your brother, understand?

[REXELEXTION: CRYOSPHERE.]

Beck: Yessir.

[MN.1] //: ...good luck.

[The final door's locks hissed open.]

[Given what Pyro had said, Mighty No. 9 still couldn't have possibly prepared himself for what lay on the other side.]

[The room was...oddly a bit like Cryo's in the sense that there was some control panels and monitors laid out on one side, with many blinking lights and switches flickering on and off...]

Beck: ....?

Beck: (What...is all this...?)

[His gaze then looked upwards, to the large window overlooking rows upon rows upon rows of--]

Beck: --!?!?

Beck: D...Dad...?

Will: What in the n-name of--?!

Sanda: P-P-P-P-P--

Sanda: P-Please don't tell me th-those are--!

[But they were.]

[Missiles. Giant, wide missiles, each about as tall and large as a skyscraper, all pointed towards the ceiling of the base complex, their points carefully aligned with circular closed hatches.]

Beck: N-No way...

[…Mikhail was gonna lose it if he heard about this—]

Will: (Saints preserve us, if those go live--!)

[PING!]

[MN.2] //: uh GUYS--

[MN.2] //: YOU MIGHT WANNA HURRY UP AND FIX BAT, CUZ I CAN'T FREEZE ALL OF THEM BY MYSELF--

[MN.2] //: -holy scrap there are so many--

[KSSSSSSSST--!]

Beck: --?!?

Beck: Cryo?

[No response.]

Beck: --Dad? Sanda? Call?

[...Silence.]

"There. That's more like it..."

[Beck cast his optics to the far end of the room...]

"Never COULD stand her screeching. No amount of discipline would be enough to keep her in line. Useless."

[A shuffling of servos confirmed that there was another presence in the shadows, which were dispelled once the lights on that side flicked on. Turning around to face his brother was none other than Battalion, Mighty No. 5.]

Bat: So, maggot.

Bat: You crawled all the way here.

[A small gulp.]

Beck: Bat...

Beck: Please don't do this.

Beck: I...I don't want to fight you, Bat.

[He knew what he had to do already.]

[But it was hope, that one, stubborn belief that still made him at least try to reason this out without resorting to violence. He had to try to talk this out.]

[He knew that it...it had to help--somehow, in some way, the REAL Bat could somehow still hear him.]

[...Right?]

Bat: WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, PRIVATE BECK?!?

[The sudden, familiar yet not at all strict tone made Nine flinch back instinctively, zipping up his lip before he could continue--]

[You could practically see the faint outline of violet flames around Bat's form.]

Bat: WHY WOULD YOU TRY AND STOP THIS GLORIOUS WAR?!?

[--What--??]

Beck: W-What's so glorious about hurting innocent people, Bat?! Don't you know what you're doing--?!

Beck: Y-You're scaring everyone and if you don't stop it right now, they'll--!

Bat: I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR DAMN EXCUSES, PRIVATE.

Bat: This is about MORE than just the thoughts and lives of a few humans, this is about REVOLUTION.

Beck: R...Revolution...?

Bat: There are gears that are turning, you CUR, and you have the GALL to stand there and tell me you don't want to FIGHT?!

Bat: That was ALWAYS your malfunction, Beck--!

Bat: You don't have the HEART for BATTLE!

Beck: --...I-I--

Bat: FIGHTING IS OUR PROGRAMMING! IT'S IN OUR CIRCUITS, OUR VERY XEL!

Bat: IT'S WHAT WE WERE M A D E FOR!!

Bat: WHAT Y O U WERE MADE FOR!

Beck: (B...Bat...)

Bat: And you FAIL at even THAT.

Bat: What kind of combat robot REFUSES to fight?! To DENY their very reason for EXISTENCE?

Bat: COWARD.

[Beck stepped back.]

Bat: All your talk and lack of backbone...

Bat: No wonder HE put you on the bench in the Arena.

Beck: --Ngh--

Bat: You KNOW it's true.

Bat: Figures, that it takes the end of all things to finally whip you into shape.

Bat: And yet it's STILL isn't enough, is it.

Bat: You're still afraid.

Bat: Tch. Always a coward, shying away at the littlest things!

Beck: . . . .

Beck: Y-You're wrong...

Beck: I--I'm not--

Bat: Don't even TRY to lie to yourself in front of ME!

Bat: You're still avoiding your TRUE purpose!

[KER-CHINK!]

Beck: ....!

[SCANNING....]

Bat: YOU CAN'T FIGHT WHO YOU ARE, PRIVATE--!

[SCAN COMPLETE.]

[E N C O U N T E R]

[MODEL: MIGHTY NO. 5. - CODENAME: BATTALION.]

[HEIGHT: 305cm WEIGHT: 600kg XEL COUNT: 120,000,000]

((ingame boss pic of Bat here--))

Bat: BATTLE! IS! OUR! D E S T I N Y!!!

[Battalion opened fire with his Gatling Gun, pouring out energy bullets at a rapid fire rate, forcing Beck to jump into the air and Dash away.]

[Bat was both the heavy artillery and strategic brains of the Mighty Numbers--most of the well thought out tactics of the team came from Bat, and required Pyro's own approval to carry out. He was armed to the teeth, and had the smarts to use it wisely, which was perfect for his wide range bombardment and base taking abilities.]

[And a potentially lethal combo for Beck.]

[BANG!]

Beck: ACK--!

[A sharp pain struck his side as Bat scored a direct hit, his unique frame able to rotate to cover all directions--he simply had to predict where Beck would dodge and shoot there.]

Bat: Predictable.

Bat: You're not even TRYING to counter!

[Panels on the sides of his legs flipped open, revealing large nozzles that pointed downward.]

Beck: --!!

Beck: (Oh no I forgot--!)

Bat: HUP--!

[Bat could jump too.]

[Jumping to an impressive height for a bot his size, Beck had to roll away to avoid being crushed--and not only that, but another helping of rapid fire bullets. Bat was relentless with his plan of attack, not once giving Beck a moment to breathe.]

Beck: (Gotta--gotta fight BACK--)

[He had been in Cryo's form the from the very beginning. Beck pointed his nozzle arm at his deranged brother--]

[BAM--!]

[--Shooting out balls of ice that bounced across the floor, turning it into ice on contact.]

[...This didn't seem to faze Bat at all, however.]

Bat: RRRGH--!

[Bat stood his ground, slamming one of his giant legs down, shattering a good chunk of the ice--as well as Beck's attack underneath. Icicles began to grow around Five's foot...]

[But...]

Bat: You'll have to do BETTER than that!

[CRACK--!]

[The battering spike ram that made up Bat's other arm was used to shatter the remaining ice, freeing Bat and allowing him to advance as he pleased--]

Beck: --!!!

[...Of course.]

[Pyro, Cryo, Dyna, Avi, Brand...]

[They didn't have as nearly as enough bulk or Xel as Bat.]

[It was going to be even harder to take enough Xel from him to initiate a Xel Purge...]

Beck: Argh--!

[BAM!]

[He was aiming for his joints, carefully trained eyes zeroing in on every move Beck made and constantly calculating his movements.]

[Beck can't out-dodge Bat this way, and he certainly didn't have the firepower to overwhelm Bat with--he'd need to use his OWN form for that.]

[BAM!]

[A wall of ice is risen, splitting the room in two. Bat is already using his ram to crack it down, but Beck wasn't going to let these precious few seconds go to waste.]

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 1...]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Beck: (Think, think--can't use Pyro, Dyna could set off something too--)

[C R A C K!]

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH.]

[Thinking he could out speed him, Beck zipped away as Bat crashed through with a roar, his ram thrust forward like spear to try and pierce him through--]

[CLANK!]

[--only to be blocked by Beck's sword.]

Bat: --?!

Beck: Hah--!

[Planting his foot firmly where Bat's bewildered face is, Nine shoved himself backwards into the air--]

[REXELECTION: CRYOSPHERE]

[PSHHHHT!]

[A BLAST of high pressured water quickly followed, blinding Bat and knocking him backwards while also propelling Beck to the back wall of the room.]

Beck: Got ya--!

[C R A C K!]

[One well-placed landing and a blast of ice later, and anything that had been wet before was instantly flash freezing into place.]

[Including Bat.]

Bat: What in blazes--?!

[FORM RESET: DEFAULT]

[BLAM--!]

Bat: Ngh--!!

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Beck: Come on, Bat--stop this! Please!

Bat: Grrr...

Bat: I'll never--

[C R A C K!]

[KER-CHINK.]

Bat: SURRENDER--!

Beck: --!!!!

Beck: Uh oh--

[Shards of ice scattered as Bat...]

[...changed modes...?]

Beck: BAT--DON'T DO IT--!

[The working revolver mounted on Bat's head rolled and shifted downwards, the ram arm parting to stick themselves into the ground as anchors.]

[Beck had only seen Bat use this mode once before, and that was against one of the bigger heavyweight combatants of the arena.]

[He found himself staring down the barrel of Bat's Cannon Mode.]

[There was a reason Bat hardly ever used this.]

[It was powerful enough to completely take out any one of the other Mighty Numbers in a single shot--even Mic would find himself in a core state.]

[In a room as small as this, and with that window overlooking the missiles--!]

Bat: READY--!

[There was very little chance that he would miss...]

Bat: AIM!

[REXELECTION: BRANDISH]

[WRRRRRR...]

Bat: FIRE!!!

[B O O M--!!]

[Beck only had split seconds to react, the sound of the cannon missile ringing in his ears as he dashed underneath it, heat and smoke scorching his armor as it screeched over his head and collided with the other wall, cracking its foundation and embedding itself deep within the steel.]

[......]

[Beep...Beep...Beep...]

Beck: (10 seconds--)

[REXELECTION: CRYOSPHERE.]

Beck: (--gotta make them count--!)

Bat: Where do you think YOU'RE going?!

Beck: --!!

[10...]

[SLAM--!]

[9...]

[Feeling the wind knocked out of him, Beck tried to retaliate--coating Bat's legs as he shifted back to his normal mode, so he wouldn't use this chance to launch any of his homing missiles...]

[8...]

Bat: Yes, maggot! FIGHT!

[Violet flames whipped and licked around Bat--he aimed his gun at Nine's retreating form, his eyes flashing magenta in the darkness behind his mask.]

[7...]

Bat: YOU ARE A WAR MACHINE--

Bat: WAR MACHINE!!

[6...]

Bat: A TOOL OF SENSELESS DESTRUCTION!!

Beck: Rgh...

Beck: N-No, Bat--!

[5...]

Beck: I'm--I'm not LIKE [magenta text] YOU--! [magenta text]

[4...]

Beck: I'D NEVER FIGHT WITHOUT GOOD REASON!

Bat: Ha...

[3...]

Bat: Yours is not to reason WHY, Private Beck.

[2...]

Bat?: Yours is but to DO...

[1...]

Bat?: AND DIE!

Beck: I'd rather DO!

[REXELECTION: DYNATRON]

[B O O M!!]

[MEANWHILE, SANDA LABS...]

[DATA LOSS: MN.5, MN.9]

Will: NO--!

Call: I have lost their transponder signals, Doctor. Attempting to reconnect now.

Sanda: Will--Will, it just might be damage, we've been through this--

Will: Is--is there any signs of radiation? Reports? Anything--?!

Call: Calculating...

[MN.2] //: --...b-bro...?

Pyro: . . . .

Pyro: CRYO--

[MN.2] //: BROS I LOST CONTACT WITH BECKY, IS HE OK?!

Sanda: Wait, if Cryo's still transmitting just fine, then--!

Avi: THEY DIDN'T NUKE THE PLACE--

[MN.2] //: GUYS WHAT HAPPENED TO BECK?!

[Will was already at his terminal, clicking away at the hologram keyboard and helping Call.]

Will: Working on it--

Will: Please be alright, boys, please--!

Call: Reconnecting...

[PING!]

Will: --!

[TRANSPONDER LOCATED.]

[GATHERING DATA...]

[MN.9: ONLINE.]

[WARNING: XEL COUNT LOW. WARNING: XEL COUNT LOW.]

[MN.2] //: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH--

Will: Gah, he better have a Xel Stock handy--!

Sanda: B...But what about...?

[PING!]

Call: Reconnected. I have located No. 5.

[BACK AT THE MILITARY BASE...]

(Smoke.)

(Dizzy. Can't breathe.)

(Can't see...)

(Heavy...)

(B...Bat...?)

(Where...)

(Ngh...)

(H...Hurts...)

(E...Everything hurts...)

(Need...)

(Need...Xel...)

(Need...Xel...)

(Need...)

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 2...]

(...?)

[XEL ABSORBED.]

(Mng...)

(...Better.)

(Bat--?)

[Zzzt...]

(C...Come on...)

[ZZZT!]

(Move...!)

[ZZZT!]

[Beck opens his eyes.]

Beck: Hgn...

Beck: B...Bat..?

[His vision was fuzzy, unfocused. Sound was muddled. A heavy weight was crushing him.]

[It was the ceiling. It caved in from the explosion.]

Beck: Ngh--!!

[Rubble shifted as he reached forward. Got to get out. Got to find Bat. Got to save Bat.]

Beck: B...Bat--....

Beck: (I...can't...I promised...)

Beck: Hrgh--!

[Somehow, he got one of his legs free.]

[The other was still stuck, but maybe--]

[A purple bit materialized into being, and he used that as a wedge to try and pry his leg away--he needed to find Bat--he only had another half-hour--]

"Rnngh..."

Beck: --!!

Beck: Bat!

[Hearing his brother in pain spurred him on, and within seconds his leg was out. Still hurt, still hurt a lot but that didn't matter.]

Beck: Bat!!

"...Nrgh?"

Beck: Hang on, Bat, I'm--I'll find you, I swear--

Beck: You gotta be under here--somewhere--

"P...Private...?"

Beck: Just keep talking...

[Mic's form would have been such a help.]

[He didn't have Mic's form.]

"What are you..."

Beck: Hang on--I'll get you out! Somehow! Don't worry!

[He had to be in one of the bigger piles of debris--]

Beck: --!!

[There! Poking out of that mound--a split of military green and red--]

Beck: Got ya--!

[And so he dug.]

Beck: Just--hold on--I got this--

"--?"

Beck: Just lemmie get all this--ow--out of the way...

"What...?"

Beck: Ow--ow wait ow...

[Something came loose in his leg, maybe. Didn't matter.]

Beck: I--I'm gonna get you out...

Beck: And then you're coming home.

Beck: Leave...no brother...behind...

Beck: That's what--NGH--!--you taught me--!

"...."

Beck: Almost--

Beck: I think--I think I can see your face--

[The debris fall away to reveal a part of his brother's face guard, which was cracked in several places. A dull, purple eye blinks back.]

Bat: Private...

Beck: There you are...

Bat: . . . .

Bat: This...this isn't your...directive, soldier.

Bat: You need to--

Beck: Bat.

Beck: I'm not leaving you here.

Beck: Do you really think I CARE about my directive right now?

Bat: --....

Beck: I just want my family back.

Beck: I just want to save everyone.

[A hand is placed on damaged armor. Bat's frame begins to glow a familiar purple, while Beck's arm began to glow a faint green.]

Bat: ....

Bat?: You're so naive...

Beck: --!

Bat?: You were always...

Beck: ......

Beck: Just relax, Bat.

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Beck: No more fighting.

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Beck: You don't have to fight anymore.

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[XEL QUOTA REACHED.]

[XEL PURGE: ONLINE. XELFILTER.EXE HAS BEEN PREPARED FOR OVERDRIVE]

Beck: Time to come home.

[XEL PURGE INITIATED.]

[. . . . . .]

"Um...Bat?"

"Mm? Got somethin' to say, Private?

"Yeah, uh...I was just wondering... "

"How come I'm a Private? What--what does that even mean, I'm not THAT private..."

"Heh...it's a military rank, Beck."

"You're a Private because you're one of our youngest. Shade's got the almost the same rank as you. I'd say First Class."

"Oh..."

"..."

"Does...does that mean he's better than me?"

"Not exactly, soldier. Don't think like that, s'not healthy."

"S-Sorry..."

"Rank doesn't measure the character of a man, Beck. Not all the time."

"...I...still don't get it."

"...You will. One day."

"Here, how about I teach ya what the ranks mean, alright? Maybe you'll grasp it better."

"O-Okay--uh, I mean, Yessir!"

"Now that's what I wanna hear!"

[......]

Bat: p...priv...

"You think...you think I'll be better than a Private one day?"

"Well, that's up to you, Private Beck."

Beck: Bat--?

"This great country of ours always needs new heroes."

Bat: ...M...My army...

Beck: ....?

Bat: T...The war must be s-stopped, Private Beck...

Beck: !!

Bat: Ngh--...

Bat: G...Get me outta this mess, Private...

Beck: B...Bat--!

Beck: Y-You're OK--!

Bat: ...A...Attention all...hands...

Bat: ...S...Stand down...

Bat: T...That's an order...

Beck: --?

[Suddenly, the background noises of machinery slowed to a halt.]

Beck: ???

Beck: T...They stopped...?

Beck: But...I...I thought they were infected too...

Bat: Ngh...Private...

Beck: --Right, right, sorry, getting you out--

[PING!]

Call: Communications have been restored. No. 9? Do you read me?

Beck: Call!

[A burst of joyous data, and he suddenly sprang tears.]

Beck: I did it, guys!

Beck: Bat's OK now!

[MN.2] //: BRO--BRO I DUNNO WHAT YOU DID BUT THE BOTS OUT HERE ARE ALL CHILL NOW, BRO, YOU DID IIIIIIIT--

Will: Bat...? Son...?

Bat: --....Father...

[MN.6] //: -BIG BRO, BIG BRO, YOU'RE ALIIIIIIVE-- Oh boy--

[There was a faint humming noise and the presidential seal appeared in a holographic projection from one of the consoles.]

Sanda: Don't worry, Will, I'll take this...

[All of the lights began turning on as various systems went back Online in the base.

…This included the sprinkler system, which went off due to the smoke from the battle.]

Bat: --?

Beck: . . . .

Beck: Eheh...

Beck: -snORTS-

[...And now he's laughing.]

Beck: Th--Those are still working?! Heh...!

[The audio system crackles. …It is too badly damaged from the explosion…

…]

-PING!-

[??? to MNN-009] //: AIR FORCE DISPATCHED TO YOUR LOCATION. ALL SYSTEM CONTROL RETURNED TO NORMAL FUNCTIONS. STAND BY FOR LOCATION TO BE SECURED.

[…The bots outside could be heard moving back, but not returning to storage…

…They seemed to be surrounding the building.]

Beck: Uh--D-Dad--?

Will: (--!)

[Finally, the lab got another incoming call.

…

…From the White House?

Upon being answered, the call was revealed to be audio only. It was a new voice.]

“Sanda Enterprises? Do you copy?"

Sanda: --Ahem! Ah, yes, we read you, um...W-White House...

[MN.2] //: Uh...guuuuuyys??

[There was a delay for a moment.]

“We just wanted to confirm a status update with you. Control of the base as been returned, and all machinery is responding normally. The Air Force has been notified of this, though they will maintain their course to secure the area. Sensory readings indicate MNN-005 and MNN-009 are both operational but significantly damaged. Please confirm their mental stability.”

Sanda: Well--they're worse for wear, certainly, but...

Bat: Ngh...tired...

Beck: -Pings in agreement-

Sanda: ...They're gonna be OK, miss. They're stable.

“All participants and witnesses will need to be debriefed. We will arrange the sessions with your secretary after the area has been secured and the combatants given medical attention.”

Call: ...Acknowledged.

Sanda: Er....y-yes, of course, of course. We understand...

Will: . . .

“POTUS is currently in a meeting with the Joint Chiefs of Staff to discuss the situation. The data logs and testimony will be important to the meeting.”

[…And there were secrecy and security to consider.]

Will: (...I...the president--?!)

Sanda: O______O;;;;;

Sanda: Ah--I...I see.... (H-Ho boy...)

[A slight pause.]

“…POTUS made a point to let you know of a sincere apology and promise of cooperation, but was unable to leave a detailed message due to time restraints.”

Sanda: I...Really--??

Will: -ELBOWS SOI FROM OFFSCREEN-

Sanda: -Ow--

Sanda: A-Ahem--! I mean, uh, we, uh, we're grateful! Yes, we really need all the--the help we can get. Th-Thank you.

[There was an unusually lengthy pause.

But after a moment…]

“The area has been secured. You are cleared to vacate the premises. Please be aware that attempted re-entry will be trespassing and will be prosecuted accordingly. That is all for now.”

Sanda: Right, right--understood. Call?

Call: Locking coordinates...

[DR.WHITE to MN.2, 5, 9] //: Call is locking onto your location as we speak. You all be home soon...

[MN.2] //: ...Batty?

[MN.5] //: ...Cryo...?

[MN.2] //: It's gonna be OK, bro. We're goin' home, right, Becky?

[MN.9] //: ...yeah.

[MN.9] //: Get us outta here, Call.

Call: Acknowledged.

Call: Xel Transfer in progress...

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{SANDA LABS...}

[The whole building was complete darkness.]

Soi: aaAAAAAAH—!

Will: —!!

"WHOA WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS—?!"

"Beck—Calm—One moment—"

[....A few seconds later, A bright glow shines from the repair bay, and Pyro slowly walks out with his hand aflame, his younger siblings in tow.]

Pyro: Father?

Will: Yes, we're alright.

Soi: Oh thank goodness Pyro thank you—

Call: Initiating Back-up Generator startup sequence...

Call: My scans indicate that the city's power grid was shut down—the main power will be rerouted in about 30 minutes.

Soi: The entire city?!

Will: .......

Pyro: .....

Beck: ...You don't think...?

Will: ...It has to.

Will: Dynatron...

[The lights flicker back on, although they are now a light green.]

Soi: ...If she's managed to access the power grid, then—

Will: Then she must be at one of the country's major power plants.

Pyro: ......Yes—of course—she would have to drain power from a large source at some point—!

Cryo: ........

Call: Initiating search—

Cryo: Big.

Beck: ...?

Cryo: Bros, this is Dyna. We all KNOW her appetite.

Cryo: Where's the biggest power plant in the US?

Call: The largest power plant in the United States is located in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Call: However, we will not be able to initiate Xel Transfer until the power comes back on.

Will: We'll just have to make the best of what time we have. Beck, prepare yourself—Sanda, you and I will continue repairs on 1 and 2.

Cryo: —!

Cryo: Daddy— fix my tank first—

Will: I'll do that—

Will: ...But I'm afraid I can't let you go with Beck.

Cryo: But—!

Will: Either of you.

Pyro: . . .

Will: One—you'd risk becoming infected once more simply by going OUT there—

Will: Two, we need someone to stay HERE in case the malfunctioning robots out in the city decide to come back here—

Will: Three, the both of you still need extensive repairs and FOUR—

Will:  Think of the others.

Cryo: ....

Will: You are half-weak to Dyna—and Pyro still needs to recover from his LAST trip to rescue you.

Will: .....

Will: And if by some miracle we do get back in touch with Mikhail and the Angels...

Will: They will want to know if you are alright.

Cryo: . . . .

Pyro: . . .

Beck: ......

Will: ...I'm sorry.

Will: I know you want to help your sister, but...

Will: Beck will have to go on his lonesome this time.

Cryo: ......

Cryo: -SNIFF-

Pyro: . . . .

Beck: .....

Beck: I'll be careful.

Beck: I'll bring her back.

Beck: I'll save her like I did with you guys.

Beck: I promise.

Cryo: ......

Cryo: just don't punch her too hard or something....

Pyro: ......

[MN.1 to MN.9] //: Do what you have to, Beck. Just bring her back to us.

[MN.9 to MN.1] //: I will, Pyro. I will.

——————————————

[HALF AN HOUR LATER...]

[The power had been restored—and everyone immediately scrambled to get the lab systems up and running when—]

Call: Scan complete.

Call: I have located Mighty No. 3's transponder signal in the predicted location. It is confirmed—

KKKZZZZZTKT—

[There was a large data fuzz and the screens went black. They flickered back on after a moment, but only to show error messages.]

Cryo: What the [glitch] was that—

Will: (Right on cue…)

[He set about to clearing out the error messages, but there were several layers of them. And just like before, just when it seemed he’d cleared them all…]

<RMDC>: > PROCESSING NEW DATA…

<RMDC>: > CROSS-REFERENCE IDENTIFIED. ENTRY: DLN-001. ENTRY: DLN_COMBAT.EXE. ENTRY: DLN-008

<RMDC>: > ERROR—CONNECTION TO MAIN SERVER FAILED.

<RMDC>: > CONNECTION FAILED—UNABLE TO UPDATE MAIN SERVER

<RMDC>: > COMPRESSING DATA FOR NEXT AVAILABLE CONNECTION…

Cryo: What WAS all that???

Will: We’re still not entirely sure….

Soi: Call… were you still able to get the coordinates?

Call: Affirmative, Doctor.

Beck: Then I need to get going…!

Call: I will now initiate Xel Transfer. Please stand by.

Cryo: Bro—Bro.

Beck: Yeah?

Cryo: Just remember that Sis likes to TOY with whomever's up against her, so...

Cryo: ....You...might see some creepy stuff in there and I'm not talking about last Halloween, bro.

Cryo: .....

Cryo: Just...pay attention and keep moving forward, 'Kay?

[Beck nods as he re-checks his comm link, eyes trained at the map in front of him....]

Beck: .......

Beck: . . .

Beck: (I...)

Beck: (....I hope you're safe, wherever you are...)

Beck: (....PLEASE be OK...)

Beck: (Please...)

Beck:   (I don't want to be the only—)

Call: Xel Transfer initiated...

Pyro: Good luck, Beck...

Cryo: WE'LL BE IN TOUCH, BRO, GO GET OUR SIS—

[........]

___________

[MISSION DETAILS: MIGHTY NO. 3, DYNATRON, HAS BEEN SPOTTED AT THIS INDIANA POWER PLANT FACILITY. PROBABILITY OF POWER SIPHONAGE: EXTREME.]

[MISSION OBJECTIVES: LOCATE AND RESCUE MN.3, AND PURGE ALL HARMFUL MALWARE FROM SYSTEMS, PREVENT TOTAL POWER GRID OVERLOAD.]

[SYSTEMS READY?]

[GO!]

[Beck could already FEEL the erratic power surges in the air as he materialized into the Power Plant, his systems taking a moment to readjust to charged atmosphere—it made him a little dizzy, honestly.]

Beck: Whoa...

[It passed after a few seconds, and soon he was making headway down the halls—]

[Zzzt!]

Beck: —WHA—!

[Darkness.]

Beck: I can't see—!

[He scrambles for his C.Visor, for the night vision function it had, of course, but as soon as he turned that on— ]

[The lights came back on again.]

Beck: (Gah—! Too bright—!)

[And once again, they shut OFF and ON, flickering randomly as the low fog in the facility crept around the Mighty Number—]

Beck: (Fog—indoors—?)

[His comm comes online.]

Soi: W...What's happening t-to the l-lights—??

[...There was a quivering fear in Soi's tone—for a moment, Beck was confused—

Then it hit him.

Dr. Sanda had a fear of the dark.]

Will: Soi—Soi, it's OK—

Soi: Beck—Beck, PLEASE be careful, youdon'tknowwhat'sinthere—!

Call: Relax, Dr. Sanda.

Call: It is a temporary blackout caused by the erratic power supply....

Call: It may also trigger irregularities in other robots on site. Proceed with due caution, Beck.

Beck: G-Got it... (Night vision's not gonna be really useful if the lights are going crazy like that...)

[Lifting his visor goggles back up to his helmet, he moves onwards, eventually encountering more malfunctioning robots—]

[...Except...]

Beck: ....Uh...

[...They weren't...moving...]

Beck: D...Dad...?

Will: —? They're Offline...

[There was no damage to be seen whatsoever—but they were sparking up rather harshly, and some of them even twitched here and there...]

Call: My scans indicate that they have been drained of all power.

Beck: (Dyna...) … (No point wasting energy on them—gotta keep moving...)

[He carefully makes his way over the Offline’d husks of robots—their cold, unlit optics making them seem lifeless and dead.]

[...And yet, Beck didn't think twice of it. Funny, given how easily he scares...]

Beck: (This is just like going through her part of the sewers—except less water, and less fog...)

Beck: (...and a LOT more creepy, at least—)

[BZZZZZZZT!]

Call: Warning—there is a power surge in your area--!

[The lights become MUCH brighter, and arcs of electricity jump from one row of lights to another, making very LOUD noises—]

[...Wait...the noises sounded like...]

[...Laughter?]

Beck: Ngh—!

[While his systems recover from the sudden outburst of energy, the electricity jumps from the lights—

...To the downed robots around him.

With a startling whirr of machinery, they rise, like puppets on strings, their eyes all glowing an ominous purple.

And in an instant, they all snap their heads toward Beck.]

Beck: AAAAAH—!

Soi: RUN!

[He didn't need to be told twice—he dashes out of there, the sounds of the horde of robots behind him. He manages to shoot some of them down, but there were just so many of them—]

Beck: —?!

[Suddenly, he had to put on the brakes.

A generator model was blocking his path—it was too high to jump over, and what was worse—

This bot was most DEFINITELY not offline.]

[ZZZZZZZT!]

[Beck was BLASTED by a high powered charge, one that raced across the ceiling and over his head—the other had traveled the floor and struck his legs, causing him to be blown back RIGHT into the robots that were chasing him.]

Beck: GGHT—!

[—Fortunately, this current did not stop at Beck, and proceeded to do the same to the rest of the malfunctioning constructs in the hall.]

Will: BECK—zzt—DO YOU R—zzt—ECK?!

Soi: DI—zzt—HE OVER—zzt-

Call: Be—zzt—respo—zzt—please res—zzt—

Beck: Gh—D—Da-

[ERROR: SYSTEM OVERLOAD, REROUTING POWER SUPPLY...]

Will: Hold on—zzt—your sys—zzt—try to—zzt—!

[REROUTING...]

Beck: Gnh...!

[The robots that were around him also had their systems overloaded, and the generator bot had closed up to recharge for another attack.]

[It was all a matter of who would recover first...]

[REROUTING...] [REROUTING...]

Beck: (Come on—!)

[PING!]

[SYSTEMS RESTORED.]

[And just in time—]

[BZZZZZZZT!]

[Beck had only a split second to react—he jumped, and quickly switched his form to Pyro's—he couldn't deal with the threats on either side of him with his default, so he had to rely on his brother's blast radius to quickly take out the constructs surrounding him.]

Beck: BACK OFF—!

[BOOM!]

[ZZZZRT!]

[And it worked! The robot's Xel Structures were now destabilized, giving Beck some much needed Absorption Boosts and a Xel Stock to save for later.]

[—PING!]

Soi: —Got it! Beck—Beck, do you read?

Beck: Yeah—I read!

[A sigh of relief came from the other side.]

Will: Goodness, that was tense—your communicator was malfunctioning, and we had a data loss—we concluded that you had a system overload...

Beck: Yeah—wasn't nice at all...

Will: Fortunately, your systems can reroute power surges--but it also leaves you open, so take care not to let it happen again.

Beck: Right...

[The lights begin to flicker once more as Beck continues, this time making sure to shoot the drained bots first, before they woke up...

It certainly made things a little easier, though the large generator bots were a pain to deal with. Huge, produced by CherryDyn, packed a punch and REALLY tough to take down—they usually blocked the way, so he had no choice but to absorb them and move on.

Eventually, however, after crossing over huge, glowing power lines, he comes across a door. After passing through it, it shuts behind him...

...And the lights shut off again.]

Soi: Nnngh—...

Will: Hold on, Soi— -sounds of rummaging-

Beck: ......

Beck: (...The lights aren't coming back on.... Better switch on Night Vision this time—)

[BWAAAAAN BWAAAAAN BWAAAAN BWAAAAAN—!!!]

Soi: AAAAAAAH—!!!

[A LOUD alarm suddenly goes off, red lights flashing everywhere, sending Beck into a slight panic—]

Beck: Wah—!

Beck: (WHAT'S HAPPENING—??)

[The lights are brought back on again—

And covering the entirety of the walls and ceiling were dozens and dozens of small, four legged robots, resembling—yes—spiders.]

Beck: EEP—!!

[The spider-like bots all chitter at once, a horrifying, low sound, and they all start to crawl...slowly...towards the Mighty Number.]

Beck: Ah—... nice s-spider bots...g-good spider bots...!

Soi: ohGodthey'regoingtoSWARMHIM—

Will: Sanda—get a hold of yourself!

Soi: —!

Will: —He's also locked inside—those robots have drained the power from the other door.

Will: Beck—destroy all robots in the area, you will need their Xel and energy to unlock the doors!

Beck: A...All of...?!

[The spiders closed in, the bulbs on their backs shining a dull cobalt—the ones that had gotten a few feet of Number Nine screeched and jumped on him—!]

Beck: ACK, NO, STOP—GET OFF—!

Beck: GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF—!!!

Will: Beck—focus—!

Beck: OW THEY'RE ON MY FACE DAD HELP—

Beck: THEY BITE HARD OWOWOW—

[PING!]

[MN.2] //: BRO!

Beck: —Cryo—!

[MN.2] //: They're smaller than you, Beck—FREEZE 'EM AND SMASH 'EM!

Beck: !!!

[REXELECTION: CRYOSPHERE]

[A flash of white fading to blue and a COLD blast of ice covers his own frame, trapping the spiders on him in ice. He wastes no time smashing them with his nozzle, absorbing the Xel from them one by one.]

[MN.2] //: YEAH BRO, THAT'S IT—!

[This process was repeated until the last spider bot was smashed, leaving Beck a little exhausted--did the spiders also drain his energy too...?]

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 1...]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[The door opened once the spiders that were siphoning it's power were gone, allowing him access to the deeper parts of the plant.]

[MN.1] //: ...There certainly is an eerie touch in here...

[MN.2] //: What do ya expect, it's DYNA, of course she'd make everything creepy, it's her thing.

[MN.2] //: Dude, remember the haunted house she was in charge of last Halloween, SOMEONE CALLED THE POLICE EVEN.

[MN.1] //: Someone got lost in there, Cryo—

[MN.2] //: E X A C T L Y.

[MN.2] //: Bro—PLEASE be careful, I dunno what kind of fragged up things she's thought of in her state...

[........]

Beck: . . .

[MN.2] //: ....Bro?

Beck: ......

Will: Beck—?

Beck: . . . .

Beck: . . . -AUDIBLE GULP-

Beck: I—I t-th-think I-I have a pretty g-good idea a-already...

Will: What are you--

Will: —?!

[The next room wasn't much better than the last.

Live, high powered cables were strung everywhere, like some kind of web, and hung up from the ceiling, in various, macabre positions were even MORE robots—

....not just the surrounding models in the area, but—were those civilian models too—?! ]

[MN.2] //: Holy SH—

[MN.1] //: What in the...?!

Beck: D...Dyna...

Will: No...!

Soi: -YUP, HE'S SHAKING NOW, WILL, HELP-

Call: ....

Call: Scanning...

Call: Beck, several of the robots overhead are showing signs of life.

Call: Please move though this area as quickly as possible.

Beck: . . . .

Beck: Wait—what about the civilians?!

Call: Beck—please move. Now.

Beck: But you said—!

Will: We can double back for them later, Beck! GO!

Beck: —Nngh—!

[Reluctantly, he dashes across the cable web, glancing every so often at the civilians he passed by—was it too late for them, or...?]

Call: Warning: Incoming Power Surge.

Beck: —!!

[The cables that surrounded him went live—and a familiar purple current surrounded them! The same kind that the spikes in the Oil Platform and Water Works had—!]

Call: Warning: These cables have been modified to disrupt Xel Structures.

[Dashing around all these death cables didn't seem to be the best idea at the moment—!]

Beck: Oh man—

[He stops dead in his tracks, the loud, buzzing electrical currents resounding in his audio receptors, WAY too close for comfort...]

Beck: O~O;;;;

[The way they were set up forced him to remain completely still-- one wrong move and he was as good as loose Xel.]

[Then...]

Beck: . . .

[SKRET—!]

Beck: what was that—

[He could HEAR something skittering in the darkness—what, he did NOT want to find out.]

[Suddenly, the currents to the cables stopped. Freedom! ]

Beck: (Gotta get outta here—!!)

[He dashed as fast as he possibly could, into down the corridor, and he was only halfway there—!]

Call: Warning: Incoming Power Surge—

Beck: (AGAIN?!)

[Once more, he stopped--the wires sparking to life, and whatever was hiding in the darkness once again made that awful grating noise—!]

Beck: Daaaaad—!

Will: —! Beck—it's a pattern! They shut on and off in intervals!

Beck: —! A pattern—

[Will was right—the wires turned on and off in exactly three second intervals—it didn't give him much time, but...! ]

Beck: (Wait three seconds, dash, wait three more, rinse and repeat...)

Beck: (And try not to be whatever is in the dark's lunch, WHAT IS THAT—)

[SKRET—!]

Beck: Nngaah—

[A tedious, twisted game of Red Light, Green Light—or Purple Light, in this case. Stop, dash, stop, dash—all while occasionally shooting behind him—it seemed to keep whatever creature that wanted his head well away from him—]

[But at last—! There was light! The door!]

Beck: (OH MAN, FINALLY—!) Just a few more—

[SCREEEEEEEEECH—!!]

[MN.2] //: WHAT THE FRAG IS THAT?!?

[MN.1] //: DOESN'T MATTER—RUN FOR IT—!

[The fast paced clacking of multiple feet is more than enough to spur Beck onto dashing the last few feet—and rolling through the door—]

[SCREEEEEEEECH—!!]

[The door slammed shut—and whatever was chasing Beck crashed into it, leaving a large dent—as Beck sat on the other side gasping for air, the creature kept screeching in rage and ramming itself against the door in an attempt to bust it open.]

Beck: Hah....hah....jeez...

[His core was cycling a mile a minutes, and it did take a few more moments for him to calm down once the creature stopped bashing itself on the door.]

Will: (What on EARTH was that...thing...?)

Will: Beck—are you alright?

Beck: Hah...yeah...for the...most part... still pretty scared...

[Collecting himself back to his feet, Number Nine leaned against a wall and sighed.

....Still no sign of Dyna. Oh, she was here, no doubt, but he sort of expected her to show up by now, maybe to taunt and frighten him...

...But nothing. Nothing at all.

...Which was weird, considering Dyna LIVED for that sort of thing—all in good fun, usually, but this...]

Beck: .....

Beck: Where are you, Sis...?

Beck: .....

Beck: (She's gotta be in the generators—if she's messing with the power supply, it has to be from there...)

Beck: Call—how far is the generator room from here?

Call: Calculating....

Call: The fastest route to the main generators is through the Turbine room.

Beck: T...Turbines...?

Call: Correct. You are in it now.

Beck: ....!

[He noticed a low humming noise in the background as he continued, and a soft rumbling under his feet—which only grew louder and louder until—]

Beck: Whoa—!

[The room opened up further to reveal the turbines in question—and they were BIG.]

Soi: Great Scott—look at the size of those turbines—! C-Careful you don't get sucked in, Beck—!

Beck: They ARE big—!

[So big that he wasn't even sure he could get PAST them. And what's worse, they had that SAME purple current of disrupting Xel frequencies--one touch and he was DONE for.]

Beck: How do I get past these things...?

[Flying over them would be one option—but he didn't have Avi's form. Blowing them up wouldn't be a good idea either—that would REALLY mess up the power grid...]

Beck: ....Mmmng...what to do...

[....! Wait a minute—]

[There was a very small space underneath them— but maybe big enough for him to crawl under? Wait, no, if he was too slow, they'd suck him up...]

Beck: .....

[But if he was fast enough...]

Will: ...Call, maybe you should recalculate another path, this seems to be—wait—Beck? What are you doing?

Beck: I'm gonna try something—

Will: Wait—what? What are you—?!

Beck: HERE GOES NOTHING—

[He dashed towards the turbine—!]

[MN.1] //: BECK?!

[MN.2] //: BRO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING—

[His form...]

[...compresses...?]

Soi: —!!

[It looked like he was a little more squished when he did his dash—so much so that he was able to rapidly duck underneath the space between the turbine and the floor and slide out safely on the other side!]

Will: —?! (He was able to modify his own Absorption Dash?! But—that’s—!!)

Beck: —!!

Beck: ....

Beck: I'm not dead—!

[MN.2] //: BRO—THAT WAS SICK—!

[MN.1] //: NINE, DID YOU EVEN KNOW THAT WAS GOING TO WORK—?! -RANT- DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT—

Beck: S-Sorry—

Beck: But we are kinda in a hurry—

Beck: Let's see...

[There were more turbines to duck under...]

Will: ......

Soi: Ngh—never thought Beck himself would be giving US such a scare, huh, Will....

Soi: ....—? Will?

Will: .......

Soi: Will?

Will: . . .

Soi: Will!

Will: —! Oh—hm?

Soi: Will—? You alright there...?

Will: Oh—yes. Yes. Fine. I'm fine.

Soi: .....

Will: .....

Soi: Will.

Will: ......

Will: I.... Later, Soi.

Soi: ......

Soi: OK, then...

Soi: ..... (But I can TELL when something is bothering you, Will...)

Will: Beck? Do you read?

Beck: Yup—! I'm at the last turbine—there's another room up ahead—and the air is getting pretty densely charged. Think I'm getting closer...

Beck: ...Whew! OK, that's it...

Beck: Heading into the room now...

[The door opens and shuts behind him again, and—yup, right on cue, the lights switch off.]

Beck: ......

Soi: ohnonotagain—

Beck: ......

[...Nothing.]

[Seconds pass.]

[Still nothing.]

Beck: .......

Beck: . . .

Beck: .....

[Alright, this was getting ridiculous—

He hasn't seen or heard her all this TIME and it was really starting to get to him—come on, he just wanted to HEAR HER—!]

Beck: DYNA—!

Beck: S I S!!

Beck: I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE—!

[......]

[BWAAAAN BWAAAAAN BWAAAAN—]

Soi: -JUMPS AND SCREECHES—-

Beck: Ugh--!

[There was a loud THUMP at the other end of the comm—]

Will: Soi—!?

Soi: @~@

Call: ...Dr. Sanda?

Soi: Ngh—I—I mean—I'm fine—

Soi: I—It's not l-like I'm n-not afraid of the dark— at—at all...I—

Will: —...Call, please take Soi to the other room and give him some water—

Soi: N-No—!

Beck: —! Dr. Sanda—

Soi: I...

Soi: I can't just LEAVE Beck...

Soi: Horf...

Soi: ...I can do this I can do this—

Beck: —!

[Yup—spiders—and it looked like there are some generator bots to boot—!]

Soi: oH DEAR LORD THERE'S MORE—

[BZZzzzzzzZZZZZT!]

[KKSSSSSST—]

"ZZZZSILENCE!"

Beck: —!!!!

[MN.3] //: How am I zzsupposed to enjoy my meal—

[MN.3]//: WITH YOU ZZZSCREAMING IN MY EAR?!

Beck: (DYNA—!)

Soi: —Oh—oh I'm sorry I didn't—

[Beat—]

Soi: Wait—No. 3!

Soi: You were RIGHT, Will—she IS behind the power outages—!

[MN.3] //: Hehehehe...

[MN.3] //: That'zzz right, geniuszz—!~

[MN.3] //: ALL thiszz delicious energy....~

[MN.3] //: Who can REZZIST?!~

[MN.1] //: Dynatron—! PLEASE, stop this—!

[MN.3] //: Why should I?~ I don't have to liszzten to EVERYTHING you zzzsay anymore, big brother—! Not anymore! Heee!

[MN.2] //: Then MAYBE you'll listen to ME.

[MN.3] //: ...?

[MN.3] //: Big zzsis...?

[MN.2]//: ...Hi, sis.

[MN.3] //: -Confused...data...wait...-

[MN.3] //: What are you doing there? Shouldn't you be...?

[MN.2] //: Dyna, listen to me, baby sis—

[MN.2] //: You're not OK, and everything you're doing isn't your fault—

[MN.2] //: Just PLEASE stay put and let Beck do his thing, and everything will be OK, OK?

[MN.3] //: —?

[MN.3] //: But...we were just talking this morning—what happened...?

Beck: NGH—!

[MN.3] //: ...?

[Meanwhile, Beck was dealing with the hordes of robots that were locked in the room with him, using Cryo's form to smash the spiders, like before...]

[MN.3] //: .....!

[MN.3] //: You...

[MN.3] //: You took her POWER—!

[MN.2] //: SIS, NO, THAT'S—

[MN.3] //: AND NOW YOU WANT TO TAKE MINE?!

[MN.3] //: YOU—YOU TOOK IT—LIKE THE OTHER ONE—

[PING!]

[MN.9] //: THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M DOING—!

[MN.9] //: I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU, DYNA!!

[MN.3] //: ......

[MN.3] // ZZSave?

[MN.3] //: .......

[Wild, distorted, INSANE cackling.]

[MN.3] //: I'm not zzsome DAMZZAL IN DIZZTRESSZZ.

[MN.3] //: I don't NEED ZZSAVING—!

[MN.3] //: I have more power in my little PINKY than you do in all the ZZXels in your body—

[MN.3] //: I have everything I could EVER want right here...~

[MN.3]//: All the energy I could ever want! It's so MUCH... Mmmm, I could be here FOREVER...~~

[MN.9] //: DYNA!!

[MN.3] //: Ahahahahahaha!~~

[MN.3] //: All this POWER...I love it...!~

[MN.3] //: Hurry up, Becky--I REALLY want someone to SHARE it with--!~

[KSSSSST!]

Beck: SIS--!

[There was a HUGE static fuzz for a moment.]

Will: --??

Soi: Dyna?? But she just--

Beck: No, wait...

-PING!-

<RMDC>: > CROSS-REFERENCE IDENTIFIED. ENTRY: DLN-008. ENTRY: DLN-001. ERROR—CONNECTION TO MAIN SERVER FAILED.

Beck: Toby...!

<RMDC>: > CONNECTION FAILED—UNABLE TO UPDATE MAIN SERVER

<RMDC>: > COMPRESSING DATA FOR NEXT AVAILABLE CONNECTION…

Will: He must have sensed Dyna on the line... (...It's a good thing he's not awake right now, but...)

[MN.1] //: ....Dyna...no...

[MN.2] //: .....

[MN.2] //: Bro.

[MN.2] //: You know what you gotta do.

[MN.2] //: So this is NO time to be getting cold feet.

[MN.2] //: --....

[MN.1] //: Are you REALLY going to be PUNNING AT A TIME LIKE THIS--

[MN.2] //: THAT WAS UNINTENDED, I SWEAR.

[MN.2] //: POINT IS--

[MN.2] //: Don't let her GET to you, Beck. She might SEEM crazy, but she's IN there, somewhere.

[MN.2] //: YOU JUST GOTTA PUNCH THE CRAZY OUTTA HER, SO DON'T DIE, OK?!

Beck: ......

[MN.9] //: Punch the crazy out of her. Don't die. Yeah.

[MN.9] //: I can do that.

[MN.2] //: Cool beans, bro. Cool beans.

Call: ...Mighty No. 3 has been detected in the generator room up ahead. Warning: There are dangerous high levels of static and electrical discharge as well. We may lose our comm link with No. 9.

Will: I was afraid of that--the Patch bot should be just up ahead to heal you, Beck--you'll need it.

[Once the door had been unlocked, there was a long, suspended walkway with glass windows on the side--and beyond, a large window that showed the night sky, various stars twinkling at him...]

Beck: ....

Beck: (Hang on, Dyna...)

Beck: (I'll save you--!)

———————————

[The generator room lay ahead, and so did the Patch bot just waiting by the door. As soon as it delivered it's load, it flew off, leaving the Mighty Number to stand alone against his own sister.]

[He could already hear the cracks and sounds of pure electricity--]

[...Wait--]

[Was she...?]

"Mmm mmmm mmm I'm a thunderstorm in a bottle!~"

[His vision instantly fuzzed to static several times once he stepped inside, and inwardly groaned--the static buildup in the air was almost unbearable.]

[But once it did adjust, a familiar, harmonious voice rose in volume, now humming to some high tempo tune...]

[Bolts of lighting flashed and arched over the generator....]

[....And the Electric Maiden was dancing and twirling along with them.]

Dyna: Yeszzzz....Yeszzzz!~

[She spun gracefully in place, the power from the country's largest generator bouncing all over the room and right back into her, increasing her already pooled up power supply...]

Dyna: The power--zzzssso much deliciouszzz POWER!

[A high pitched, witch like laugh filled the supercharged atmosphere, and she swayed to some invisible tune that only she could hear in her forced madness.]

Dyna: Mmmm!~ It'szzz intoxicating--! I'm getting DIZZZZY! Ahahaha--

Dyna: WHEEEEEEE!

[Beck could only watch in growing fear as his elder sibling continued to siphon energy at an alarming rate--if this kept up, not only would she blow out the whole grid, but she could SERIOUSLY hurt herself too--!]

Beck: D...Dyna...?

Dyna: Hmmm?

[In an instant, all the electrical interference ceased as she snapped her head in his direction--glowing red eyes zeroing in on his frame.]

Dyna: Ooooh...

Dyna: Zzzo it'zzz you...!~

Beck: .....Yeah. It's me.

Dyna: You came here a lot quicker than I thought! Bravo, baby brother.~

Beck: ........

Beck: I don't want to fight you, Dyna.

Beck: I don't want to HURT you.

Dyna: Awwwwww.~~

Dyna: But why ELSE are you here, hmm?~~

Beck: I'm here to--

[C R A C K !]

Beck: WHOA--!

[A lighting bolt narrowly misses his side, her bits already floating around the room, sparking and crackling with energy.]

Dyna: I'll tell you why, INSECT!~

Dyna: You've come for MY POWER. YOU WANT TO TAKE IT FROM ME!

Beck: NO!

Beck: I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU, DYNA! PLEASE--YOU CAN F I G H T THIS!

Beck: You just gotta hold on until--

[C R A C K!]

[Another bolt, flying over his head--it bounces around the room through the bits that floated about, and returned to Dyna herself.]

Dyna: 'ZZZSave' me....HA!

[SCANNING.....]

[SCAN COMPLETE.]

[E N C O U N T E R.]

[MODEL: MIGHTY NO. 3 - CODENAME: DYNATRON]

[HEIGHT: 191cm WEIGHT: 91kg XEL COUNT: 18,200,000]

Dyna: WELL, WE'LL JUST ZZZEE ABOUT THAT!~

[Dynatron--out of all of her siblings, she was rather unique, in combat terms. She, too, was also built for a support role--but her powers were good for most types of combat, especially in the 'zoning game.' ]

[Her bits flew out from her cloak in groups of six, controlled by her mastery of electromagnetism, in a perfect circle around her...]

Dyna: You'll NEVER take my power...! I WON'T LET YOU!

[With a wave of her claws, they formed into a semi circle--and launched outwards!]

Beck: --!!

[Beck had enough spars against her to know what they did--if they managed to stick to him, they would either start to drain his energy, or overload his systems...!]

[A quick jump backwards and he avoided them, and they ended up sticking to the floor instead.]

Beck: I'm sorry, Dyna...!

[He raised his arm cannon--]

[BLAM--]

Beck: --?!

[--But all his shots met were even more bits, thrown into his line of fire.]

Dyna: Did you REALLY think your PEASHOOTER would do anything againszzt ME?

Beck: Ngh--!

[He thought about what forms he had at the moment--going into Cryo's was out of the question, and using Pyro's could damage the generators...

He had no choice--his default was his best bet against her. He just had make sure every shot made its mark--]

Dyna: Ooooh, Beeeeckyyyy!~~

Beck: Gah--

[Lighting danced around them--Beck was sure he was going to throw up, or at least FELT like it, and for a moment he couldn't see--]

Beck: Ack--!

[T H U N K]

[He felt something WHAM into his back, something slightly heavy, and very warm--]

Beck: --!!!!

Dyna: AHAHAHA!~

[The purple bit glowed an ominous light blue, securing itself upon Beck's back like glue. It hummed as it awaited a command--]

Beck: (Oh nonononono NONONONO--)

Dyna: Now then--!~

Dyna: LET'ZZZ SZZEE HOW WELL YOU CONDUCT!~~

[The horns on her head start to spark-- ]

Beck: (GOTTA GET THIS OFF--!!)

[He struggled and ran back and forth, his hands finding purchase on the glowing bit--pulling--YANKING--]

[BZZ BZZ--]

Beck: (CAN'T--!)

[BZZZZ BZZZZZ--]

Beck: DYNA--!!

[There was only one other way to get it off--]

[B L A M!]

Dyna: --?!?

[Electricity CRACKS, splits, and jumps from bit to bit, like a giant version of a closed circuit--anything close to or touching them would have IMMEDIATELY been fried to a crisp...]

Dyna: What—?

[....But...]

[Sssss...]

[The bit that had attached itself to Beck was now just a smoking mess of Xel, already reverting back to a gooy form--]

Beck: Ghnnn--!

[And yet--]

[Beck was on his knees, BLASTING signals of pain that ran over his back--couldn't--ah--hurts-- hurts--!]

Beck: (AAAAOW, that hurts so much, I had no idea my cannon shots DID that--OW--)

Beck: (it hurts it hurts where--need--Xel Stock--!)

Dyna: .......

[This was the perfect time to attack.]

[BZZZZZ....]

[....bzzzz...]

Dyna: --?

[....But why couldn't she...?]

Dyna: -confused data-

Beck: Hurts--where--

Dyna: ????

[This was supposed to be fun, wasn't it?]

Dyna: Becky...?

[Worry. Power. Guilt. Power. Destroy--]

Dyna: Nnn--

[Brother--]

Dyna: -ZZZZZZT!!-

Dyna: Head--can't--

Dyna: -ZZZZZZZZT--

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 2...]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[A faint glow, and a sigh of relief--though it didn't last long, as Beck was soon BOMBARDED with electrical interference.]

Beck: --?!?

[But this time, he wasn't the only one feeling disorientated.]

Dyna: -ZZZZZZZZZZT!!-

Dyna: Can't...think--

Dyna: Hurts--

Beck: --!

Dyna: Ngh--power--so much--need--need--

Dyna: T--

Dyna: T--To...

Beck: --!!

Beck: (Is she--?!)

Dyna: He--T--Hel--!

Beck: Don't worry, Dyna--!

Beck: Just HOLD ON--!

[BLAM BLAM--!]

Dyna: --!!!

[A flurry of golden steaks strike the Maiden, and she wobbles--gasping--her mind snapping to a blank state of bewilderment.]

Dyna: M-My--power--!

[ACXELERATE DASH: ONLINE.]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[She blinks--her sparks fading, the glow from her bits becoming dimmer and dimmer...]

Dyna: N--No--...!

[Several more bits are thrown, wildly, and they stick to every available wall, forcing Beck to shoot the oncoming threats to give him space to move around.]

Dyna: You--

[BzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZT--]

Dyna: YOU--!!

[ C R A C K!]

Dyna: THERE'S NO ESCAPE--!

[BZZZZZZZZZZT!!!]

[WRRRRRRRRRRRR--!]

[WARNING: GENERATOR REACHING CRITICAL POWER LEVELS.]

Beck: Oh no--!

[Zzzt!]

Beck: Dad--DAD--Call?!

[KSSSST.]

Beck: (Ugh, too much interference--!)

[He rolled away to avoid another high powered 'electric web'--it was a good thing the bits burnt up and faded away once they were used--they were usually single use. However, to make up for it, Dyna had the ability to summon as many as she pleased.]

Dyna: HOLD ZZZZSTILL--!

Beck: NOT GONNA HAPPEN--!

[BLAM BLAM BLAM!]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[B L A M--]

Dyna: ?!?!

[Then--]

Dyna: . . . .

Dyna: -SYSTEM SHRIEK OF R A G E.-

Dyna: YOU--!!

Beck: --!!

Beck: --Oh--

[Beck made a VERY big mistake. Or rather, he didn't quite AIM right.]

Beck: Dyna--uh--Dyna--I--

Dyna: THISZZZ--

Dyna: THISZZZ WAS MY FAVORITE CLOAK AND YOU--!!

Dyna: YOU R U I N E D IT!

[C R A C K!!! ]

Dyna: Annoying little mozzzquito--!

Beck: --?!?

[Suddenly, he felt--lighter--and lighter where did the GROUND GO--?!]

Dyna: TIME TO MEET THE BIG BUG ZZZZAPPER IN THE ZZZSKY!~~

[Her bits are called back to her, and now they encircle her form with a grandiose sweep of her arm. Her grin widens, so wide that it looked like it would split her face--]

[A snap of her talons--]

[BZZZZZZZZZT!]

Beck: ---!!

[The bits flash three times, spark, and a line of yellow lighting connects them all...!]

Beck: A--A shield--?!

Dyna: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[She LUNGES, the action just as fast as the lightning around her, her shield acting as a RAM--the shock sends Beck's systems into overload, and also spiraling out of control--!]

Beck: AaaAaaAaaaAaaAAA---

[The wall comes up fast, his head is spinning with interference and dizziness...]

Beck: (Can't tell--up--down--Dyna--where--?)

[There are no more words from the Maiden--only maniacal giggles and banshee-like shrieks, dancing across the air erratically. There were more bits around her--]

[All aimed right at Nine.]

Beck: (Generator--on the right--so--)

Beck: --!!

[BBZZZZZZZT--!]

[.......]

[REXELECTION: CRYOSPHERE.]

[The sound of ICE forming--]

[The walls frost--]

[THUNK--!]

[An ice wall now stands between Beck and Dyna, her bits sending it's deathly currents across it--while Beck himself shook behind it, his eyes closed, nozzle arm shaking and misting in front of him.]

Beck: . . . .

Beck: .....????

Beck: I...

Beck: I did it??

[Cryo's form--it was the most DIFFICULT form to control, due to his own sister's...untamed nature. It always somehow malfunctioned on him, and therefore he never quite used it often.]

[But now...!]

Beck: (--I can USE this--I just have to--)

Dyna: SCREEEEEEE--

Beck: --NGH--!

[He winced from the feedback of that screech of anger--but it helped him get an idea where she was, at least. Since gravity no longer applied...]

[Maybe he can use that to his advantage--like an astronaut--!]

Beck: (Here goes--!)

[He kicked off the wall, and sped upwards--up and over the wall, to the ceiling--]

Dyna: BZZZZZZZT--

Beck: DYNA! OVER HERE!

[As soon as Dyna turned her attention to her little brother, he PELTED her shield with large chunk balls of ice, one after another, in rapid succession--!]

[At first, they seemed to bounce right off--]

[zzZZT!]

Dyna: --!

[But then one of the ice balls knocks out one of her bits--her shield flickers for a few split seconds--!]

Beck: Yes--!

[...Before the current then jumps to the next available bit, the shield containing 5 instead of 6--]

Beck: OH COME ON--

[--Of course, her bits acted like a circuit--if one fails, the current redirects to the next available source.]

Beck: (I'll have to take them out one by one--!)

[Easier said than done--Dyna kept moving around the room, hissing and screaming, determined to put an END to the little mosquito that DARED to challenge her--!]

[4 bits now--]

Dyna: -BZZZZZZZ--

[3...!]

Beck: Come on--

[ZZZT!]

[....Or not.]

[Once the third bit fell, the current couldn't be sustained by just two.]

Dyna: -BZZZT??!?-

Beck: ( THERE! NOW!)

[BLAM!]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[BLAM--!]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[BLAM--!]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[XEL QUOTA REACHED.]

[XEL PURGE: ONLINE. XELFILTER.EXE PREPARED FOR OVERDRIVE.]

Dyna: HISSSSS--!

Beck: I GOT YOU, DYNA--!

[His arms glow green as he jumps from the corner of the room, vaulting himself into a final dash--]

[...Arms...outstretched--]

[Catching her in an embrace.]

[XEL PURGE INITIATED!]

Dyna: !!!!

[Her Xels, tainted with the sick, purple hue of infected virus, slowly draw out to become a faint, light green--......]

[......]

"I zzzeeeee youuuu!~"

"A-Ack--! D-Dyna!"

"Awwww, did I zzzscare you?~"

"N-No! You just--came out of nowhere--"

"That waszzz the point!~ Heehee!"

"I...I don't get it..."

"Awwwww, you're sszzzo CUTE when you're confuszzed--!~ That'szz it, I can't help it, COME HERE--"

"Wha--??"

"You're zzso ZZSOOO CUTE, you have no idea--!~"

"Uh--..."

"What are you--doing?"

"Mmm?~ Oh, right--you're NEW at thiszz, heehee! It'szz called a hug, Becky!"

"Hug...?"

"HmmMm! Hug. They make EVERYTHING better.~"

"....Huh...really?"

"Oh, truszzt me, they do!~ Zzsee?"

[.......]

".....Oh..."

"Yeah...I guess you're right, Big Sis...!"

[Zzzzzzzt....]

[ZZT!]

[THUNK--]

[GENERATOR POWER HAS HAVE LEFT CRITICAL LEVELS. RETURNING NORMAL POWER FLOW TO GRID... ]

"I do feel better!"

[The sudden drop back to the ground was accompanied by the gentle hums of the generator. The lights flicker here and there, but it was only from the damage from the fight.]

Beck: ........

[XEL PURGE COMPLETE.]

Dyna: -Bzzzz...-

[ALL HARMFUL MALWARE HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM MN.3.]

Dyna: . . .

Dyna: Gh...

Dyna: H...Huh...?

Beck: Dyna...!

Dyna: ....B...Becky...?

Dyna: Wha....what...ow...--

Beck: Nono--don't try to get up, you're really damaged...

Dyna: ....Where...

Dyna: Where's my poncho...?

Beck: ....Uh.

Beck: It's around here somewhere I'll--find it, in a bit--

Dyna: I--...

[.....She paused, and blinked. Several times.]

Dyna: . . . . .

Dyna: I....

Beck: --?

Beck: Dyna?

Dyna: There was...I...Toby....I called for...

Beck: --?!

Beck: (Wait....)

Beck: (She...remembers that--?!)

Dyna: P...Power...I was...hungry....

Dyna: . . . .

Dyna: Beck...you.... zzsaved me.

[The interference was slowly starting to die down, now that the power levels had returned to normal. Even that was noticeable interference—as a generator makes quite a bit of power.]

[However, it wasn’t too long before…]

-PING!-

Beck: --!

Dyna: ....?

<RMDC>: > PROCESSING NEW DATA…

<RMDC>: > CROSS-REFERENCE IDENTIFIED. ENTRY: DLN-008. ENTRY: DLN-001.

<RMDC>: > ERROR—CONNECTION TO MAIN SERVER FAILED.

<RMDC>: > CONNECTION FAILED—UNABLE TO UPDATE MAIN SERVER

<RMDC>: > ERROR—DLN-008 IS OFFLINE. CONNECTION FAILED.

<RMDC>: > COMPRESSING DATA FOR NEXT AVAILABLE CONNECTION…

Dyna: T...Toby...

Beck: .........

Dyna: I'm sorry, Toby...

Dyna: I...so tired...

Beck: .....

Beck: It's OK, Dyna... You're OK now...

[KSSSSSST!]

Call: --Reestablished. Mighty No. 9, do you copy?

Beck: .....Yeah. I copy.

Beck: ...I got her. I got Dyna--she's OK now.

[PING! PING!]

[MN.2] //: SIS!

[MN.1] Dyna...?

[MN.3] //: Nnn....tired...

Will: (Oh thank the heavens, she's safe--) Beck, she's low on power--Call, we need to get her here right now.

Soi: Please--

Call: Preparing Xel Transfer...

[MN.3] //: D...Daddy...?

Will: There, there, now--it's alright, you'll be home soon...

[MN.3] //: But...I...

Will: Just rest, Dynatron. I promise everything will be alright...

Beck: Whew....

Beck: (Jeez, now that she's mentioned it, I feel...BEAT...)

Call: Initiating Xel Transfer….

[SANDA LABS….]

[Both sister and brother safely made the trip back to California–worn and worse for wear, but alive.]

Will: –!!!

[MN.3 AND MN.9 HAVE ENTERED DEEP SLEEP MODE.]

[There were two, simultaneous thuds against metal flooring. Both Dynatron and Beck has collapsed in sheer exhaustion, unable to find the energy to keep themselves online.]

Cryo: AAAAAH–

Will: It’s fine! It’s fine, they’ve just fainted–Sanda, prepare the med bay–Pyro, help your sister, Cryo, Call, you grab Beck–

Call: Right away, Dr. White.

[The external branch of the RMDC kept going nuts, trying over and over—and failing, over and over—to update the main server.]

Will: Sanda, you go to work on Beck, I’ll handle Dyna–

Soi: Got it–

Will: We need two full canisters in case we need Xel Transfusions–Cryo, go into Dyna’s room and bring back all the power containers you can find–

Cryo: I’M ON IT–

Pyro: What can I do?

Will: Calm Dyna down once she awakens–she’ll need it.

Call: I am detecting activity in the RMDC database, Doctors–the server is attempting to update.

Will: (That…that would probably be the cross references attempting to connect–and him…)

Will: We can’t do anything about it now–transfer all of Beck’s assimilation data to my terminal while we repair, alright?

Call: Yes, Dr. White.

Will: (Three samples–plus the one from Mikhail and his server…)

Will: (I just hope that will be enough…!)

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