=CHAPTER 7C: RUSH INTO THE MINE=

=CHAPTER 5D: DESOLATE HIGHWAY=

~AO v1.0~

(Courtesy of @limitbreakers)

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{THE NEXT MORNING…}

[June 28th opens with a press release from Sanda Enterprises.

Several releases, actually.

While most of the two families had gathered in the large living room to watch the TV coverage, there were a few notable exceptions.

Tobias was still Offline, of course—and as such, Snow was still waiting on the other side of the barrier, watching and praying his brother would wake up.

Shadow was still attending the repair bay, where Brandish (and Jack and Carmen as well, for that matter) were still recovering. Dr. Cossack was in the lab, but working on his own personal project.

Siam, to no one’s surprise, remained shut up in the Rebel Angels’ personal lab, which was elsewhere.

Battalion and Seismic were still being sought; Call was sorting through the data by herself at the moment, since Dr. White was working on the virus and both Avis and the Sanda twins were busy with the news coverage.

As for Beck?

He’d asked Jaden to talk with him outside—and after the conversation started focusing on his immunities to certain weapons, Jaden began to get a bit suspicious…]

Jaden: Uh, Beck? .-. Do you, uh… need my form for something?

[Beck paused for a moment, considering what he knew about what had happened to Bladeblaster. If he was right…]

Beck: yes please

Jaden: Well, um. Okay…

[He sits down somewhat awkwardly, due to his size.]

Jaden: You’ve… never really used one of our Power Capsules before, have you?

Beck: ...Mmm...Nope. The closest thing I've seen is the replica you guys gave us.

Jaden: Okay. Well, to put it in your terms… that’s the hardware that holds our Weapon Data. The data is only compatible with specific hardware. Since you’re set up to be adaptable, I think your system will automatically shift to match that, if it can read the data. What with how you work, you’ll probably end up being more like me than say, Cardinal. That’s my theory, of if we try going about this straightforward.

[He holds his left arm at an angle and concentrates. After a moment, an access panel becomes visible, and it opens.

There’s an active Power Capsule inside. It looks kind of like…]

((Pizzazium Infinianite!))

[It has orange light in the coils but overall gives off a white glow, somehow.]

Beck: ...That?

Jaden: …I don’t have hands, so, y-you’re… gonna have to rem-move it yourself. Gently, please.

Beck: Oh, um--uh...

Beck: Are there any--like, screws or...? -We don't wanna hurt you so how do we take it out?-

Jaden: N-no, uh. It’s like a… an old school battery. It just latches into place. Lift the latches and you’ll be fine. I’m in my repair settings, so they aren’t locked down.

Beck: A battery--OK, got it...

Beck: -If I'm doing something wrong you can stop me OK?-

[There was a slight hesitant pause before Beck gently grabbed hold of the Capsule, and lifted the latches as he was told to.]

Beck: --!

[Click.]

[The glow faded somewhat as it was easily removed. Jaden looked a little relieved, though.]

[Beck started blinking rapidly as he held the now free Capsule in his hands...]

[NON-XEL WEAPON DATA DETECTED.]

[BEGINNING ANALYSIS.]

[ACCESSING XEL STOCK 1.]

Beck: --????

Jaden: -Just watching, though gets puzzled at Beck’s sudden, unexplained surprise-

[A flurry of loose Xel appears in Beck's hands--]

Beck: -UH--

[...and starts to cover the Capsule?]

Jaden: -Okay, this is new- ?__?

Beck: -I'M NOT DOING THIS I SWEAR--at least I think so--

Jaden: Easy, easy—just relax, not everything that any living creature does is conscious effort, you know. It’s okay.

[ANALYZING DATA...]

Beck: ....?

[His eyes glow green as his systems receive the data from the Capsule, and his uneasiness suddenly gives way to curiosity.]

Beck: I--oh. Huh.

Beck: -.. OH OK I THINK I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON--SORTA-

Jaden: ?

Beck: I... think my systems are trying to read the data from the capsule first--it recognized them as not Xel-data right away, so I...guess it's using one of my Xel Stocks to analyze it?

Jaden: That makes sense. Those things are usually part of the system when being used, anyway.

Beck: -...We're kinda getting a garbled mess right now, though-

Beck: -Like--it makes some sense but not really-

Beck: ...This needs some serious data sifting, I think...

Beck: -Maybe sending this assimilation data to Dad or Call can help clean it up and read it better?-

Jaden: Well, your Dad might ask why you were poking around with the power capsules, so.

[He sighed.]

Jaden: Man, I wish Toby were Online. I’m sure he could translate if he worked at it hard enough. What with the side effects of the fusion and all. But he won’t get Online, even if we keep him isolated, until we’re sure he won’t… well.

Beck: ....Yeah.

Beck: . . .

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE.]

[The Xel around the capsule slowly, but surely, turned into a bright orange color...]

Beck: --Oooooo...

Jaden: -Brightens up a bit at that-

[It then returned to Beck via his assimilation ability.]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

Beck: --Whoa--

[ERROR: NON-XEL DATA CANNOT BE READ. FORM UNAVAILABLE.]

Beck: --...Aw...

Beck: ...Well, I kinda expected something like that...

Jaden: Mmm.

Jaden: Man, if we could just bring Toby Online…

Jaden: I’m sure Siam could make some progress at it, but he’s busy with something else right now. Dr. Cossack seems to be working on some sort of analysis… he’s been very serious about it. And of course, Dr. White is working on his own analysis… -Sigh-

Beck: Oh...yeah, Dad's working on analysing the virus...and Sanda's busy with his twin.

Jaden: I get the feeling this would be easier if Cardinal were here, but of course he’s gone. >__>

Beck: ......

Beck: (I...I kinda wish he was here too. I really could use some of his advice...)

Jaden: If you think it would help, you can keep the Power Capsule to study it when you’re not on missions. You built a magic mirror out of Xel, I’m sure you’ll come up with something. | )

Beck: ...!

Beck: Oh--no, I...

Beck: -...Don't you need this, though--?-

Jaden: To do what, exactly? We’re in enforced lockdown mode, especially after what happened. I can’t leave the Meadow even if I wanted to. And I know better than that. Until something changes, there’s not much any of us can do…

Beck: ...Oh...right...

Beck: ....

[Jaden seems to be distracted, his gaze distant.]

Beck: ......

Beck: Jaden?

Beck: -...is something wrong?-

Jaden: Hmm? Oh, I’m just reading through the news reports that were put out.

[He smiles a little.]

Jaden: Mr. Sanda was very succinct in talking about the virus and the effects that it has, and describing the analysis process that’s going on. He mentioned how and why not everyone got infected—so that should allow for those that aren’t to be able to move about without being attacked all in a panic. The symptoms were listed and all that.

Jaden: The Related Links talked about several instances, like Jack’s adventure, where non-infected Xelbots were doing good.

Jaden: Both of those link to the one about what you’ve been up to and how you and Dr. White are going to use the data to figure out how to stop this.

[His smile falters a little, becoming sloppy, and leaving his eyes entirely.]

Jaden: …It mentions that [color=brick]anyone[/color] with information should contact the company but not engage. Colors and all… (That… that isn’t going to necessarily work.)

[He pauses.]

Jaden: It looks like there are some bloggers commenting on all this, but… that’s more data than I can sort through. Avi promised to help with crowd control if it does come up…

Jaden: (Though he DID say that he kept Toby and Shadow out of the submitted footage…)

Beck: Mmm...

Beck: ......

[Jaden seems somewhat troubled.]

Jaden: …I do wish he were awake. If he…

Jaden: If he were in the right frame of mind, I’m sure he could help analyze data, whether that be social data, coding data, or just plain finding our brother.

[Then he perks up a bit in a grin.]

Jaden: Until then… c’mon, let’s go to the living room. Everyone’s watching the Beck Show~

Beck: Eheh....

Beck: -We're just gonna--yeah follow/hide behind Jaden--

{Living Room}

[Many of the repaired Mighty Numbers (and some of the Angels) are there watching the footage. Siam, Snow, Tobias, and Cardinal were all gone, of course—and Shadow, Brand, Carmen, Jack, Plume, and Landcrusher were still in recovery. There were cheers when Beck entered.]

Goose: -SCOOPS UP OTHER!BRO- SUPERBECK TO THE RESCUE, BA BA BAAAA!

Cryo: -BRO YOU'RE ON TV--

Beck: Whoaa--!!

Pyro: -The bIGGEST BIG BROTHER SMILE ON HIS FACE-

Dyna: -BZZZZZZZ, LOOK AT OUR BECKY~~~-

Kalinka: Hero, herooo~

Digger: Yes good~ : DDD

Avi: -HEH, DID ANYONE EXPECT ANYTHING LESS THOUGH--

Beck: ^///^;;

[Aw, look, he's turning red--]

Beck: I, uh--heh...um...

[...and at a loss for words, it looks like.]

Pisces: If 000 were here, he’d be playing that one song from Hercules. -Gives Beck a thumbs up-

Speedy: Well, he’s just missing out. His own fault. |V

Goose: Nah, bro, he’ll hear this. ;D We made sure of that, didn’t we, Avi? ^.^

Avi: Eeeexactamundo, Avi! ^.^

Beck: ...?

Jaden: I still don’t think you should expect much results.

Goose: Bro, you gotta learn to be more optimistic!

Jaden: No, I mean—gah, never mind, we’ll probably discuss it at a family meeting or something later.

Nico: …? Beck?

[He’s looking right at him, and not at the TV or any of the others. After a moment, ALL the DWNs and DCNs do the same.]

Nico: .__.; Beck?

Nico: Why exactly are you holding Jaden’s Power Capsule…?

Beck: ....?

Beck: ...! Oh--!

[...Whoops. He forgot to put that away.]

Beck: Jaden let me borrow it.

Nico: -Looks over-

Jaden: -Ping of confirmation, calm-

Nico: -Oh, okay then- -RELIEF-

Pyro: ...So that's what it really looks like...

Cryo: -oooooo, coooool-

Beck: Yeah, I tried to assimilate it's weapon data--

Nico: —?!

Dyna: -Wait you did what--

Beck: -KEY WORD 'TRIED'-

Beck: ...But all I got was unreadable data. So no Jaden form yet...

[Nico scowls at his brother for a moment, and pulls him aside. The two make soft pings and eye glows every so often as they become engaged in a private conversation…]

Goose: -Sets Becky down- Cool. Looks like a neon light or something. :V

Speedy: -Reachy reachy for favorite bro’s hardware- Yyyyeah, nobody try eating it or I’ll sock them to the face. >.>

Pisces: -Lazily grabs Speedy’s wrist before he invades Beck’s personal space-

Pyro: Hmm...

Beck: I didn't try to eat it--!

Beck: ...I did have to--well, my systems used a Xel Stock to analyze it.

Pyro: ...Your systems? You mean it was automatic?

Beck: Yeah--kinda freaked me out a bit at first, eheh... ^^;;

Speedy: -Then obviously I wasn’t talking to YOU, was I-

Beck: Uh...

Dyna: | T -We THOUGHT it was a power storage thing, let it go, jeezzz-

Beck: A-Anyway...I think the data has to be organized and sifted through before I can use it...

[…Man, Nico and Jaden are starting to bare their teeth at each other. Clearly Nico isn’t too happy about this development, for some reason.]

Beck: ....?

Pyro: ...What's going on over there? | [ -Uh oh, big bro mode on-

Avi: -UM--HEY BRO LOOK I’M FLYING IN THE HOUSE-

Pyro: --! Avi--NO FLYING IN THE HOUSE--

[Nico throws his hand outward.]

WHANG.

[…Avi is now stuck to the ceiling.]

Jaden: !

[Aaaaand the other one.]

WHANG.

[Jaden is stuck to the wall.]

Pisces: …bro, that was harsh.

Beck: --!

Avi:

-OW--that kinda smarts...-

Nico: Enough.

[He lets them both drop to the floor, hovering and shifting to his armor, sans helmet.]

Avi: -FACEPLANT-

-Muffled ouch noises-

Beck: . . . . .

Nico: Jaden, you shouldn’t have done that without asking first.

Nico: Nobody else in this family better try that without approval from myself, Siam, AND Doctor Cossack, got it?

Speedy: Whaaaaaaatever you say, bro.

Beck: . . .

Beck: I...

Beck: . . .

[...Uh oh.]

Nico: Beck, do not toy around with Power Capsules, okay?

Nico: They /don’t/ act the same way for secondary users as they do for their primary users. The differences are entirely unpredictable until you’re actually out using them in battle.

Goose: Wait, wat .-.

Beck: .....

Beck: Oh...

[...He didn't know that...]

Pyro: ...How so?

Nico: -Turns to face Pyro- They aren’t fully functional when used with hardware that doesn’t match the specs they were designed for. For example. There’s one defense-related one? When our brother had used it, it defended him from everything. But if Cardinal or the Menace used it? Only from close-range physical attacks.

Nico: Not knowing what you’re dealing with there is a deadly mistake to make in situations like this. Don’t do it. -Plus, we do not approve in general-

Goose: Bro, then why did Robin take all your stash?

Nico: Because he knows how they work.

Pyro: Hmm...you do have a point. I suppose it's lucky that Nine can't read the data.

Beck: .....

Nico: -Warning glare at Beck, eyes flashing with a glow for a moment-

Beck: --!

[--He backs away, and there is a slight fearful look in his eyes--]

Avi: --Hey, bro, don't do that, you're--

[...He did something--something wrong, didn't he?]

[He messed up again--]

<DWN-018 to MNN-009>: > -I WILL protect this family… even if it involves protecting from YOU!-

Beck: -SUDDEN ERRATIC DATA-

[Suddenly, Kalinka yelled.]

Kalinka: {LOOK!}

[She was pointing at the television. For some reason, the broadcast seems to have been pre-empted.]

Pyro: --??

Kalinka: {Aviator, I thought you said it was going to play all day!} D:

Avi: --? What...? But...!

[Nico and everyone else look over, also puzzled. Speedy turns up the volume.]

Beck: --.....?

[The new development seems to have snapped Beck out of his panic, and he quietly moved behind Pyrogen.]

Avi: -The heck is going on, I thought for SURE it would be a continuous broadcast--

Avi: ....Unless...

Skull: ???

Goose: Unless someone paid a lOT of money to say something else--

Avi: --But someone with that kinda cash--

Avi: ....

Avi: -AW NO-

Avi: -PLEASE LET IT BE THE PRESIDENT OR SOMETHING--

Speedy: The President? oh geez, I swear if the Feds show; I'm gonna bolt--

Beck: --!!!

Keltso: {What?!}

Goose: AW COME ON MAN, ARE YOU FOR REAL—

Avi: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME--!

Pyro: --Father--! -and now we're running to get Dad--

Dyna: -BZZZZZZZZZZ WITH A N G E R-

Cryo: THAT'S IT LEMMIE AT HIM--

Beck: ......

Beck: -Confused as all heck- (I...Graham's blaming Dad now?)

Beck: (But why?)

[The Angels were just shocked into silence. Nico in particular seems to have taken it rather hard.]

Nico: ...

<DWN-018 has entered Defensive Combat mode.>

[The others quickly follow suit, with Skull taking Kalinka and warping off without another word. His older brother looks TICKED, though!

Nico hovers off to go get Siam. Meanwhile, Speedy is calling Dr. Cossack to check on Tobias.

There is a ping.]

<DWN-024>: > -HELP, LADY EIGHT IS AWAKE AND GETTING VERY ANGRY-- -

[MN.7] //: -Carmen, please calm d--

<FMN-008>: > -SCREE, SCREE, HE TRIED T’ KILL ME AN’ NOW HE WANTS T’ FINISH THE JOB /AND/ COMPLETE THE SET, AH’ SWEAR I’LL DRAG HIS SORRY CHASS TO THE COURTROOM AN’ THROW HIM IN THE JAIL CELL /MYSELF/ IF I HAVE TO FER THIS—-

[CDN.7037] //: -MISS EIGHT IS ANGRY AS F R A G--

[Soon enough, Will comes in still putting on his lab coat, an expression of confusion on his face.]

Pyro: It's all over the news--

Will: .....

[He takes one look at the screen...]

Will: .....

Will: ....

Will: ...Hmm.

Will: ...That's a bit unorthodox.

Beck: --???

Avi: -Uh, Dad, the prez of CherryDyn is accusing you and Sanda Man of cyberterrorism-

Will: I can see that...

Will: (...This is...a little too desperate--)

Will: (What's your game, Greg...?)

Will: (Why this, and why now? You could have done this from the start, so...)

Will: (What changed--?)

Beck: ...Dad--?

Will: --Mm? Oh, sorry. Got a bit lost in thought, there.

Will: I don't see how this will hold water if they don't have proof...

[Another ping.]

<MCN005>: > I had to sedate Lady Carmen.

<DCP-001>: > {Papa, I'm scared...!} D':

<MC005>: >Now would someone please explain to me why my children are afraid and agitated?

[PING!]

[DR.SANDA] //: WILL--!!

[DR.SANDA] //: YOU NEED TO TURN ON THE TV--

[DR.WHITE] //: I already know, Soi.

Keltso: {Dad, we're looking at a second Monstropolis possibility here!!!}

<DWN-024>: > -Honestly, I am surprised THIS has not provoked a response from our brother, normally he would disrupt this sort of broadcast with a sardonic bit of humor-

<MC005>: > ... Will? What is going on over there?

[DR.WHITE] //: ...It seems Graham has turned his blame game towards us now.

[....Strange, why did Will sound so... dull?]

[DR.WHITE] //: Take a look.

<MCN005>: > ... This is very bad. Augh, I can't risk moving Tobias like this, but he shouldn't be here if it continues like this...

Digger: {Father, we should go home. It's not safe for you there. What if they try to storm the place?}

<DWN-019>: > That's it.

<DWN-019>: >Nico and I are withdrawing everyone home. Doctor, please prepare Tobias for transportation.

Goose: -woah woah wOAH WAIT WE KINDA STILL NEED DOC C AND SHADS AROUND-- -

<DWN-019>: > Don't make me bounce a Gemini Laser all the way from the lab, Six.

<DWN-018>: > -We will keep the family ALIVE and protect it from /all/ threats- </aggressive data that seems primarily directed at Pyro and... Beck?>

[DR.SANDA] //: -WE'RE GOING TO CALL OUR BROTHER--HE CAN SAY SOMETHING, MAYBE--

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

Beck: . . . (Wha....)

Goose: Guys, GUYS let's just nOT PANIC, OKAY--

<DWN-019>: > “Panic”? I beg your pardon, but we've seen where this trail leads before. Dying once was enough, thanks.

Avi: ---.....

Avi: -N...Ngh--

Cryo: --?? Avi--?

[They all falter a moment when they remember.

Avi knew EXACTLY what they were talking about.]

Avi: -Nngnngh it hurts--

Dyna: Avi--Avi breathe--

[And what's worse...

"I can't let you repeat my mistakes...!"

... Tobias had even tried to warn him.]

Avi: I can't--we--we can't let it END LIKE THAT--

Beck: Avi--!

Avi: -WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING--!! -

Pisces: ...

Pisces: ... They're taking callers now.

Pisces: I wonder who it is--

Speedy: Wait a second--

Speedy: --Isn't Washington the state where Seattle is?

[The voice that came on through the chatter was… not unknown to them all.]

"....Excuse me--yeah, I got something to say."

[PING--!]

[CDN.7037] //: --!!!

[CDN.7037] //: E-Eli...?

<DWN-019>: > ...???

Goose: ... The Cherry KNOWS this guy???

<FMN-008>: > -Waking up again, but distinctly less hostile- ...???

Goose: -tHIS I gotta hear- -Aaaand we reach over and turn up the volume more-

"I just wanna say..."

"What the HELL is that corporate moron thinking?!"

[There’s a brief shout from Snow over the feeds about bad words, but no one really pays attention.]

"Does he really expect us to believe his load of malarkey? For God’s sake, isn't that No. 9 trying to SAVE us?"

Digger: -PING, we like this guy-

"My family and I nearly DIED more times than I can count this week--does he even CARE about what he's sayin' will DO to other people? Is he STUPID?"

Speedy: {MORE OR LESS—}

"I don't know about you, but there's no way on God's good earth that that boy and his father are out to get us. Of all the damn BULLSH--"

[...He's cut off before he can continue.]

[CDN.7037] //: -ELI'S ALIVE-- LILY IS OK, THEY MADE IT--

[The next caller is from... Missouri!]

"Dude."

[... They sound like a college student. A very, VERY tired college student.]

Beck: ....?

"Is this guy high?"

Speedy: -Snorts-

"Weren't we talking a few months ago about how his own security system couldn't stop him from getting his HQ vandalized?"

Will: -...snorts softly-

[A PIC OF THAT POPS UP ON THE SCREEN as he continues--]

Beck: -snICKERS--

"And didn't he get hacked and stuff? I bet he just wants attention because he can't do his job right. CherryDyn can’t even look after their own ‘bots, anyway—I mean, just look at what happened over the summer. Why should we believe they know anything about OTHER people’s bots if they don’t even take care of their own models?”

<DWN-024>: > -That is an exceptionally good point…-

“Anyway, right on, little dude! I think your red fan wanted us to talk and stuff, uh, so if you station guys could give me the number to the lab, that would be great--"

Will: --!!!

[Digger looks thoughtful and serious for a moment, and then quietly slips away.

The next call is from...Minnesota?]

Cryo: --!

"H...Hello?"

[A young woman, it seems like...]

"I...I just want to thank M...Mr. Pyrogen--he...he saved me and all my coworkers..."

Pyro: !

"I...I don't think I would be alive I-If it wasn't for him and his brother...I don't think it was her fault--she was sick, right? I...I hope she's okay..."

Cryo: .....

"T...That's all..."

[Click.]

Jaden: -Surprised- ... We never got told about that. o.o

[The next caller was from...Indiana.]

"I SAW HIM, well sort of I was kinda hanging upside down but I SAW HIM IN THE POWER PLANT I WORK AT, HE WAS SO COOL--"

Beck: ....!

"I thought that I was gonna get fried but the power came back on and I guess he fixed his sister--I mean, come on, the REAL Dynatron wouldn't do that to her fans, she's amazing!"

Dyna: -Oh my God he's one of our fanszz--?-

"I just don't see how No. 9 was doing anything wrong? What's your deal, CherryDyn?"

Pisces: Insecurity, I bet. Among other things.

[He's cut off as well, and the next is from...Cali--!

...it seems to be...a male, but there were other voices in the background as well.]

"Look, I work at the mine Mickster comes and helps us with, that guy wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone someone else--!"

"YEAH THAT CORPORATE MOOK CAN SUCK IT--"

"MIC'S OUR FRIEND, YA CAN'T JUST DISS HIM AND HIS FAMILY LIKE THAT--"

"Berry, we're on the phone--"

"OI MIC IF YOU CAN HEAR US WE GOT YOUR BACK--"

[Another call, from New York—though it sounds like the girl is from California, herself. Another college student, it would seem.]

"Hi. I, like, take a Logic class and stuff?"

"And my roommate’s boyfriend is this huuuuge Avi fan--"

Avi: --!!

"He also likes Morse code and just-- it doesn't make sense?"

Jaden: —! (Uh-oh—!)

"If White really were working with the bad guys, why would his kids need to be 'saved'? You know, whole 'house divided can't stand' and stuff. Like, Avi was saying during his broadcast to 'save us' in Morse code and stuff, so-- he's just got it all wrong."

Nico: … Looks like they thought Toby was your “inner/true self” fighting against the virus. ?__?

Avi: .....Oh...

Goose: -Well, I guess they aren’t completely WRONG, so-

"And I hope his lawyers are well paid because that was a dumb thing to overlook. So I wouldn't be surprised if Sanda Enterprises sued or something."

"Anyway, we liked that cool new music when Beck was saving you, Avi! Get better soon, your show is really funny."

[Next caller--Japan.... There are translated subtitles on the screen with a second or so of delay.]

{"My disciples see No. 7 as a sort of role model--I just don't see how a noble and decorated swordsman of his caliber would suddenly turn his back on everything he stands for--not willingly. He was clearly struggling against whatever was ailing him, anyone can see that--!"}

[MN.7] //: ....I....

{"This must be so very hard on him--and his family. My thoughts go out to them."}

Beck: They....

Beck: They...they're taking our side....

[Click.]

"I think it's just--just awful what CherryDyn said just now--and Beck's just way too cute to be bad, ya know? I mean--come on, how can something THAT adorable be evil??"

[Click.]

"Hey, here's a thought--maybe CherryDyn should fire their whole social department because what the heck?"

[Click.]

"The Mighty Numbers are HEROES, man! Heroes! Just wait, they're gonna fix this any second somehow, they gotta--!"

[There is one final call--]

"Hi, I work with an emergency response group, and... I just wanted to thank the Mighty Numbers. I know Seven was sick and all, but he was fighting really hard—and that made a big difference. The thing a lot of people don't know is that most self-driving cars that were on the road when this started were on their way to pick people up-- empty. If... If he hadn't stopped as many as he did, there would be a lot more injuries along the roads right now, because they would have ended up driving uncontrollably through narrow city streets or small towns. Even while sick, he still saved lives."

[MN.7] //: --!!

"And we've gotten a lot of help from the healthy Xelbots-- one of my coworkers said that the one helping her right now said that it was 'what Bat would have wanted me to do.'"

"You guys just inspire people to, you know, go out there and be Mighty!"

"We believe in you!"

Beck: (They....)

Beck: (They believe...in me...?)

Will: Ah...

[DR.SANDA] //: -WILL--WILL YOU'RE HEARING THIS, RIGHT--

Beck: (People believe in me?)

Cryo:

-...NO WE'RE NOT CRYING, YOU ARE--

Dyna:

-We MAY be letting our mascara run--

[CDN.7037] //: -HEY--GUYS YOU'RE BLOWING UP ON ALL THE SOCIAL SITES, PEOPLE ARE TALKING, YO--

Avi: -RUNS TO CHECK THAT--GOOSE WE COULD USE A HAND--

Goose: -ON IT, ME-- -

Beck: I...I don't...know what to...

[...He's mostly shocked--he wasn't used to this much positive reception, and about HIM, of all people--!]

[There's... a faint humming noise. Followed by...

...

... Static?]

Speedy: …!

[It's not coming from the TV, but rather, over the feeds!]

-Ping.-

<RMDC to ALL>: > DLN-008 is now in Sleep mode.

Dyna: --! TOBY--!

Avi: -TOBY--DOES THAT MEAN HE'S GONNA BE OK--??-

<DCN-008>: > {Father has a message.}

<DCN-008>: > {Things are… different than how we feared they might be. We now know there IS hope—and that it is real, and not a dream.}

<DCN-008>: > {Wily Eight will still need to be contained in isolation for some while, due to his… developing self control…}

<DCN-008>: > {But it is no longer necessary to keep him Offline.}

<DCN-008>: > {We will explain more soon. Father requests that we have a family meeting later today.}

<DCN-008>: > {And he wants everyone to participate.}

<DCN-008>: > -Yes, that means you MNNs and FMNs, too, you are family-

Pyro: ....That sounds like a good plan.

Beck: -Primarily watching the news as it unfolds...-

Avi: -Bro look at this feedback, man, it is MOSTLY GOOD--

Will: (...Just as I thought...won't hold water.)

Will: Alright--Soi, can you keep an eye on the situation for us?

[DR.SANDA] //: Can do, Will!

<MC005>: >Thank you, Soi, we appreciate that.

<MC005>: >Oh, and Beck? Could you come see me at the lab for a moment? Not necessarily right this second, but later today would be nice.

{Meanwhile…}

[Cardinal—still somewhat out of the loop due to radio silence—was on the highway, traveling as fast as his light cycle would take him—and as safely as he could, amidst the chaos.

He was going about 120 mph, weaving his way through infected self-driving cars, headed out of the city. The radio he kept on, now—he would need that, for the highway reports. Now that people could communicate, the world would slowly start cobbling together.

He jumped the cycle up and used the wreckage in his way as a ramp to soar into the air, returning the cycle to bar form and taking flight on his wind surfer for the next stretch of highway.

He couldn’t ride like this the whole way, not if he wanted to keep some charge in it.]

Cardinal: _(Glitch glitch glitch—!)_

[He opened fire on some rogue sign ‘bots that were starting to swarm, ducking to avoid crashing into an overpass.

He was VERY glad that only the self-driving cars were on the highway at this point—he knew how badly the highway crash had been—how long it had haunted his friends—when there had been people involved.

He was very glad Brand hadn’t been on the highway he was traveling—he had nothing personal against the clearly infected ninja, but he’d have sooner throw a car in Seven’s face than let the swordsmaster slow him down.

Because now he was REALLY on a time limit.]

>DISTANCE REMAINING: CALCULATING…

[He felt panicked the moment he realized it.

He could still hardly believe it, and _REALLY_ hoped he was seeing the situation wrong.

But if Shade were waiting to ambush prey, his target wasn’t an old grudge or a Mighty Number—or else he would have gone off and done that by now.

He was waiting for something _bigger.]_

Cardinal: _For the love of all that ever mattered, Shade—WAIT FOR ME!_

>DISTANCE REMAINING: 1,000 MILES

_* >LOADING…*_

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=CHAPTER 2B: BEYOND THE WATERY VORTEX=

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{In the Meadow…}

[The days seemed to go on forever. It had gotten very dark and cloudy outside, blending day into night.

Cossack and DWN-019 worked almost non-stop on Doctor Light Number Eight—with the Doctor’s sons enforcing mandatory mental and physical breaks to prevent burnout.

Getting to Tobias’s actual coding was not easy. Offline or not, he was highly defensive—and Snow wasn’t exactly able to help, being out cold, himself.

And when they did find him…

It was just a mess. There were errors all over the place, and clearing them up would take quite some while. Sifting through the error report from the last system crash alone took DAYS.

And now, they were finally getting past the system reports and into the base data.]

Mikhail: …

Siam: Doctor?

Gemini: Is everything alright?

Mikhail: Mmm? Oh, yes… I’m fine.

[…But it was a lie.

A lie so as to not distract the twins from their analysis on the data they had got from Avi as part of the ordeal—for that information could prove quite enlightening.

But no…]

Mikhail: Just… a little weary, I suppose.

[…He was concerned.

Inspection of the Awareness code had showed that it had changed. Crucial components had changed—rewritten themselves.

Somehow, the encounter with Avi had prompted (or, more likely, FORCED) Tobias to rewrite himself.

What worried Mikhail the most was that some of the coding was beyond what he could recognize.]

Mikhail: (-Groooooaaan- {Will… I wish you were here…!})

[He still had the few fragments of notes that his best friend had given him regarding coding with Xel. That was a lifesaver—it told him that some of this seemed to be connected to functioning within a Xel chassis.

It may just be junk data, useless without the proper hardware. (Which, of course, would mean it would need to be pruned somehow, or else it would cause perpetual system errors.)

But he couldn’t say for sure what it would do, yet. He needed to go through the rest of the code to be sure—

He needed to know for sure that Tobias’s self had not been torn apart by being fused with Avi.

Sure, they had a back-up, but…

He dreaded the thought of being forced to resort to using it.

But if it turned out that this damage was beyond repair… he would have no other choice.]

Mikhail: (Oh, Avi…! What did you DO to him?)

———————————————

{Elsewhere…}

[Cardinal forced himself to physically relax.

He had taken shelter in a cooled, dark, abandoned basement. The sun beat down mercilessly outside— 102ºF, and that was WITHOUT the humidity.

He had retreated there as much for safety as for the isolation.

He needed time to think.]

Cardinal: …

[Everything was dead ends. His attempt to get news on the situation ended with hearing Aviator talking in a cheerfully sadistic manner about his latest caller.

As he’d made his way toward the highways, he saw that they were still in complete chaos. Going anywhere was going to be time consuming and dangerous. He couldn’t afford to just go running around blindly, even though he had no current leads.

He was going to need some sort of focus…]

Cardinal: …

[He visualized the situation like a strategy game board. All the pieces in play… including his own.]

Cardinal: (Now if I were Shade, where would I be…)

[He was hitting a mental block, Shade shrouded in darkness.

He knew that this was because he was unwilling to consider the worst.

He forced himself to remember his own advice…]

-*-*-*-*-*-

“Remember, you aren’t really fighting them—their physical form, perhaps, but you’re actually up against the parasite.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

Cardinal: (…Right. The parasite. Focus on the virus, Lou…. What do you know about it?)

-*-*-*-*-*-

Jack: I think...whatever was in those crosses just...

Jack: Pulled out all the... bad parts of me...

-*-*-*-*-*-

Cardinal: …

[He forced himself to continue this line of thought, despite the cold pain it was making him feel.]

-*-*-*-*-*-

Shade: ...Bein' an assassin, Cards?

Shade: It's hard.

Shade: It's hard because...I'm so good at it.

Shade: Sometimes that even scares ME.

- - -

Shade: ...At the very least, Ah' can give them a quick death.

Shade: ... ... ...Never really felt the need to make someone suffer before.

Shade: At least, not like...ya know.

Shade: With malice and all that.

Shade: ...Ah' hope Ah' never do.

Shade: Because the minute ah' do? I'll be no better than Viper.

-*-*-*-*-*-

[Cardinal sucked in air through his teeth, pain stinging at him. He wished—not for the first time—that he could cry, just to have some way to relieve this stress.]

Cardinal: (Feeding what is already there… already there…. …)

[It was too much for him.

His Emotions.exe program was becoming exacerbated. He couldn’t continue this right now—not in this heat—without consequences.]

Cardinal: G-gghhh…

[He stood abruptly.

He was going to need to get somewhere with working air conditioning if he were to have any hope of finishing this process any time soon.

And time was not on his side.]

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=PROLOGUE A: IT ALL BEGINS NOW=

~AO v2.0~

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[….]

[XELFILTER.EXE PROGRAM CYCLE COMPLETE. ALL MALWARE HAS BEEN FILTERED AND NEUTRALIZED FROM ALL SYSTEMS.]

[REBOOTING…]

[MN.9 IS NOW ONLINE]

Beck: ….Uuugh…

Beck: What…what happened…

[……]

[At first…nothing.]

[Then….]

“PYRO! BRAND! SHADE! GUYS! S T O P!!”

Beck: ……!!!!!

[MN.9 to MN.1-8] //: GUYS! GUYS!

[MN.9 HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY MN.1-8.]

[MN.9] //: …??!?!

Beck: What…?!

Beck: Why would… They…

BOOOM!

[…And that is when he noticed where he was. No longer was he within the Colosseum walls; he was now on some rooftop by a NBCA advertisement. It looked like he was simply DROPPED here, but the means of how and why were far from his mind.

At the sounds of the explosions, Mighty No. 9 ran across the rooftop…]

Beck: !!!

Beck: N-No!

[Screams. Fire.]

Beck: What—

[The whole of the city in absolute chaos: citizens screaming in terror, fleeing from literal hordes of rampaging robots, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.]

Beck: What is happening?!

Beck: …!!!

Beck: DAD!

[His creator. His father. Doctor William Apollo White. He was somewhere in this madness…

Without another thought, Beck jumped down from the rooftop. He had to find him. He had to know if…!]

Beck: PROFESSOR! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!

Beck: DAAAAD!!

[… …

… … …

… … … …

…!! There! In the distance—! That puff of hair that could only be—!]

Beck: Dad!

Will: Beck!

[The sheer relief couldn’t have been any clearer on their faces as Beck ran up to his father, who seemed to have had better days; his lab coat was torn here and there, and his face was covered in black soot.]

Will: Ah, Beck—thank God—and functioning normally, it would appear!

Beck: Yeah…yeah, I’m fine, Dad. I’m fine…

Beck: I am so glad you’re OK—

[Beck clutched his father's leg as hard as he could, and Will bent down to give his youngest perhaps the tightest hug he could muster.]

Will: Good Lord; what on earth has happened? It’s chaos, everywhere!

Beck: I… I dunno. I dunno, Dad…

[Tears filled his emerald green eyes.]

Beck: I… I can’t contact the others; Pyro, Cryo, Dyna…! They… they blocked me!

Will: What?!

Will: Why on—…

Will: …

Will: ohhhhh God—nononoNO—

[He fumbled with his bag. He clumsily pulled out his laptop and opened it as quickly as he could, and—]

Will: Gah, it’s DEAD—!

[He forgot, he didn’t charge it on the way back to America—]

Beck: —!!!

Beck: INCOMING!

[Several airborne delivery bots had spotted them—and their load was less than helpful. They were carrying explosives.

Beck pushes his father out of the way with a strength he never knew his default form possessed.]

Will: ooF–

[The blast knocked both father and son back some ways, but Beck’s quick actions had saved them both from sustaining serious damage.

Thankfully, the trio of delivery bots had no more cargo to dispel, and flew back the way they came—probably to get more of their ammo.]

Will: Ngh…

Beck: Dad—Dad, are you OK?!

Will: Y-Yes, mostly…

Beck: Dad—Dad, it’s not safe—

Will: I’m alright, Beck, really. Just give me a second…

[Beck looked forward.]

Beck: (This street almost seems… familiar, somehow…)

[…! Wait! He knew where he was! Just a few blocks from here was home!]

Beck: -Ping- Look!

Will: …

[After catching his breath, he stood, brushed himself off, and looked to the distance where Beck was pointing. There, on end of this long street…

Sanda Enterprises.]

Will: … …

[He was silent.]

Beck: Dad…?

[Dr. William White's expression hardened.

His sons, his daughters…

What was happening to all the robots…

…He couldn’t do anything from here.]

Will: -Starts closing up the laptop after setting up the short-range frequencies to run via private hardware rather than the public towers- We won’t figure out anything from here, Beck.

Will: We must make for the laboratory–and quickly!

Beck: …!

[But between them and home?]

((Pic—Will and Beck overlooking streets of chaos))

[Was little less than a war zone.]

Will: Beck…

Will: I can’t get through this by myself.

Will: You MUST forge on ahead and clear a secure path.

Beck: —!? Wha—

Will: Don’t worry—I’ll follow, and monitor your process. We only need to make it to the end of this street!

Will: Do you think you can do that?

Beck: … …

[He’s walked down this street countless times—he’s just never had to do it amidst gunfire—not even in a simulation! In all honesty, it was extremely frightening; he wished he had his siblings here now, more than ever. This wasn't something he had trained for, let alone something that he'd been built with in mind!

But his father…

His family… Dr. Sanda… Call…! They all needed him!]

[MN.9 HAS ENTERED COMBAT MODE.]

Beck: Yes sir!

[…Seeing that smile on his face, and the will that clearly shone beneath those eyes…]

Will: Alright…

[…There was hope.

They could not lose that—not now!]

Will: Let’s move!

[OBJECTIVE: ESCORT DR. WHITE TO SANDA ENTERPRISES UNHARMED.]

[SYSTEMS READY.]

[INITIATING COMBAT PROGRAMS….]

[Getting through the overturned vehicles and debris was easy enough, and provided good cover for the young Doctor. But it wasn’t long before Beck got a rather harsh welcome party…]

Beck: —!!

[There was a bright flash of purple, and a standard CherryDyn Security Model robot materialized in his path. After spotting him, it began waving its arms around wildly; its weapon made a priming noise, clearly getting ready to fire.]

Beck: Gah!

[He ducked behind a bit of debris, causing the lock-on to disengage.

Dr. White’s voice filled his comm link—as long as they were near each other, they could speak above the chaotic noises that filled the blue sky.]

[DR.WHITE] //: A security bot—and it’s out of control, like all the others…

[MN.9] //: Y-yeah—! Stay back, I'll—!

[The CherryDyn bot, however, didn’t notice Will at all—rather, it moved on ahead. Beck fell back closer to his father, still tense and ready to fight.]

Beck: Are you okay?!

Will: I'm fine.

Beck: (Where did it go…?)

[He looked around nervously. He didn't fancy being ambushed at a time like this!]

Beck: …!!

Beck: Professor! Look!

Will: !

[There, on a large public screen that overlooked the street…]

[Gregory Graham.]

[KKKST!]

“Once again, the President as declared a country-wide state of emergency. This, based on reports of haywire robots rampaging out of control in all 52 States. I’m being told we have a comment from Gregory Graham, CEO of CherryDynamics.”

Beck and Will: WHAT?!

“CherryDyn, of course, being the world’s largest robot manufacturer. Let’s go there now, live…”

Graham: Ahem! Hello? …eh, hello…? Is this thing on?!

[The CEO seemed… panicked.]

Graham: Ah! Ahem—…My fellow Americans…in this time of crisis, we at CherryDyn would just like to express….

Graham: That this isn’t our fault!

Beck: What the—is he SERIOUS?! He's interrupting to say tha—

Graham: It’s that Dr. Blackwell—HE’S the one that’s behind all this! BLAME HIM!

Will: ….!!

[Will tensed at this in disbelief.]

[Graham then composes himself…]

Graham: Ahem—we at CherryDyn are doing ALL we can to help fix the situation… BUT IT’S BLACKWELL’S FAU—

[KKKKKKSSST!]

“Heeeelllloooo! Is this thing on?”

Beck: …Avi?

[He tries pinging his brother, but Avi doesn’t answer--not even to his comm line. Will himself is just as confused--both father and son stare flabbergasted at the helibot’s image on the news screen as he continued…]

“Ahem! And now, let’s go live to our eye in the sky, Avi, for today’s Avi News traffic report!~”

[And in a completely not so different voice–]

“Thanks, Avi! As you can see, we’ve got a few accidents eastbound on, well–”

“EVERYWHERE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Beck: —?! A—Aviator—?

[He’s NEVER heard him laugh like that before—]

Will: S...Son…! No—!

“Yup, we’ve got chaos here, chaos there on this BEEEEEAUTIFUL June 21, 20XX! Here on Avi News today, we’ve got exclusive coverage on today’s top story!”

“THE END OF THE WORLD, BABY!”

Will: MIGHTY NO. 6! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!

Beck: A-Avi…

“Our nation is on TOTAL MELTDOWN, and Xelbot crime is on the rise! Can NOTHING stop this madness?!”

“Short answer? NO! BWAHAHAHA!”

[There was a brief pause as the crazed laughter died down unexpectedly, and the flying punster got a distant look in his eyes, which calmed down momentarily to something more like idle curiosity… before shifting to something more fitting in a cruel smirk.]

“Well, would you look at that! I got a caller!”

[The screen cuts out to another camera while Avi switched his attention to some other force, leaving Beck and Will to gaze in horror at the bird’s eye view of their city…]

Beck: Dad? W-what’s Avi DOING? Why was he all…? -Trails off-

[To that, Will had no answer… at least, no answer yet. But he could hazard a guess based on the evidence all around him, and it did NOT bode well for anyone.]

Will: We... we can’t stop now, Beck. In order to find out what exactly is going on, we need to get home—now.

[After traversing more of the war-torn street, Beck and Will were just one more block away from the entrance…]

Will: We’re almost there…

Will: …!

Beck: …? What is it, Dad?

Will: Dr. Sanda’s calling us over the comms!

[DR.WHITE] //: Sanda? What’s the matter–

[DR.SANDA] //: WHAT’S THE MATTER?!

[DR.SANDA] //: WHAT THE BLEEDING HECK DO YOU THINK IS THE MATTER?! ARE YOU OK, WILL?!

[DR.WHITE] //: …Oh, fine. More or less.

[DR.SANDA] //: ….

[DR.WHITE] //: And yourself?

[…Yep. He was his usual self, alright.

Dr. Sanda, however…]

[DR.SANDA] //: Good Lord do you EVER stop being tactless—

[…LOUD clanking noises in the background of his feed.]

[DR.SANDA] //: Oh my God—

[DR.SANDA] //: I’m less than fine–MUCH LESS! These robots gone wild are TEARING THE PLACE APART!

[DR.WHITE] //: What—in the building, too?!

[DR.SANDA] //: I’ve sealed myself in the lab—but who knows HOW long before they break through!

[DR.WHITE] //: Ah, I see. Understood. We’re already on our way!

[DR.SANDA] //: …We?

[MN.9] //: -PING!- Dr. Sanda…!

[DR.SANDA] //: …!! Beck? BECK? IS THAT REALLY YOU?!

[MN.9] //: Yeah—it’s me! I’m OK, I’m not crazy!

[DR.SANDA] //: THANK THE LORD–

[BANG!]

[DR.SANDA] //: -sCREECH–

[DR.WHITE] //: Just try to hold them off for as long as you can! We’re coming!

[Soon enough, after what seemed like hours had passed instead of minutes…]

{Sanda Enterprises}

[The front door was completely blown open.]

Will: Oh no…

Beck: I… I don’t see Call anywhere…

Will: … …

Will: Beck. We have no time to waste; calculate the fastest possible route to the lab!

Beck: Yes sir!

Beck: … …

Beck: This way!

[BWAN BWAN BWAN BWAN–]

Beck: NEVER MIND, THIS WAY–

[The elevator down to the lab was out. They would have to take the other way down.]

Will: –!!!

[He halted in his tracks as he heard something distinctly familiar: Sanda models, heading their way. Specifically, trash bots. These models were designed to recycle waste and paper; harmless enough under normal circumstances… but something had caused them to open and shut their lids with the force of a vise. Now they were on the prowl, looking for anything to chomp on.]

Beck: Uh-oh—

Will: Get back, Beck!

[The Industrial models were heading right for them, but oddly enough… their target wasn’t Beck, as evidenced by the fact that they ignored him.]

Beck: —?

Will: -Adjusts the strap of his laptop bag- Let's not question our fortune! If they aren't hostile, then we need to focus on—

[The bots made glitched beeping noises, and Will took a step back.]

Will: —!!

[He moved his hand over to the side, as if reaching for something out of instinct—but there was nothing there.

And all of a sudden, he felt very cornered.]

Will: BECK!!

Beck: !!

Will: They’re locked on to me—!

Beck: NO!

[The two of them tried to make a run for it, but the trash bots were faster than they looked. Before they could make it out of harm's way, Will tripped over some debris.]

Will: Gah—!

[He scrambled to get to his feet, moving back as quickly as he could. This brief falter had cost them dearly, though—they weren't going to make it—!]

[ANALYZING….]

[THREAT CONFIRMED.]

[EMOTION MATRIX RUNNING…]

-*-*-*-*-

Felix: Let me tell you something, Master Beck. It is your heart and your build, your purpose, to help others. That is where your greatest power, I think, will always lie.

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

Felix: I can tell you THAT from experience.

Beck: …R-Really…?

Felix: Of course.

Felix: And after all.

Felix: You are MIGHTY.

-*-*-*-*-

[ACTIVATING WEAPON SYSTEMS.] WEAPON SYSTEMS: ONLINE.]

[XEL ABSORPTION SYSTEMS… ONLINE.]

[In an instant, Beck’s arm had transformed into his default demolecularizing arm cannon–capable of breaking apart substances right down to the molecular level within a few shots.]

Beck: STAY AWAY FROM HIM!

[BLAM BLAM BLAM!]

[The Trash Bots were nailed right in the face, and soon they were…glowing. Their Xels were being broken apart, floating around them…]

[ZOOOOM!]

[ACXELARATE DASH: ONLINE.]

[A white-blue glow had enveloped Beck as he dashed forward, the Xels of the weakened robots being absorbed into his own body, seamlessly clicking into place.]

[Shocked from the sudden Xel loss…the Trash Bots shut down.]

[ABSORPTION BOOST: ONLINE.]

Beck: —!!

[A soft red glow shined around him, energy SURGING through him in a way that he’s NEVER felt before…]

Beck: Ah—

[It all seemed to pool into his arm cannon.]

Beck: …..

Beck: WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED.

Beck: -pANIC-

Beck: WHAT WAS THAT?!

Will: !

Will: Beck—did…

Will: Did you just…absorb the Xels of a weakened robot and—my goodness—assimilate them?!

Beck: I DON’T KNOW—YOU TELL ME!

Will: Alright–alright–just CALM down, Beck–breathe, breathe!

Beck: …….

Will: Beck–I DESIGNED you with this capability.

Beck: ….!! W-Wait–

Beck: …So–THIS is my…my power? My OTHER power?

Will: Yes, Beck. I designed you with THREE central powers: Xel Manipulation, Xel Transformation…

Will: …And Xel Assimilation.

Will: (But…)

Will: (This is the first time I’ve seen it…active…I hadn’t thought it functional yet…

Will: (…So why now…?)

Will: …!

Will: (Of course…)

Will: (Seeing me like this, in danger. Amidst madness and chaos, his emotional matrix must have activated his latent abilities… in an effort to protect me.)

Beck: … …

Beck: Whoooooa…

Will: …!

Beck: … …

[The glow subsided… along with the surge of power.]

Beck: —? Uh… what happened?

Will: —Ngh! I’d love to explain but we have more robots incoming!

[As they headed deeper into the building, more and more robots appeared within moments.

The security system had also gone haywire, and the very same measures used to protect them were now being used against them.]

Will: Almost there, almost there…! Hold on, Soi!

Beck: Owowowow LASERSHURT OW–

Will: …Right—the Lab is just ahead…

[DR.WHITE] //: Sanda?

[…]

[DR.WHITE] //: Sanda, are you still there?

[… …]

[DR.WHITE] //: … ….

[DR. WHITE] //: Have the robots torn you to pieces…?

[MN.9] //: DAD–

[DR.SANDA] //: Criminny! Tactful as ALWAYS, Will… -n-;;;

[DR.SANDA]//: I’m FINE, but for PETE’S SAKE, HURRY–!

[DR.WHITE] //: Don’t worry, we just need to go through the–

[There was a LOUD scream across the feeds. Not just once, but twice—a distorted cry of sorrow and pain. An angry woman’s shriek, lower in tone than his two sisters, yet all too familiar just the same…]

[B A N G.]

Beck: ?!?

Beck: What was THAT…?!

[They weren't given time to dwell on it.]

[WWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR–]

Will: —?!

[Literally CRASHING through the side wall was a huge, round robot nearly seven times Beck’s size, crushing anything underneath it’s round steel flattener…]

Will: A CherryDyn demolition unit?! How on EARTH did it manage to get DOWN here?!

Beck: Oh CRUD—

[The destructive CDN CHARGED right into Beck’s path! He dove out of the way in time, but the shock of the impact with the other wall forced the door to close… leaving Will trapped on the other side.]

Beck: DAD!

[DR.WHITE] //: I’m fine!

[DR.WHITE] //: Beck, quickly—you MUST stop it, before it destroys the whole laboratory!

[MN.9] //: M…ME?!

[MN.9] //: DAD, THIS THING CAN CRUSH ME—

[DR.WHITE] //: YOU HAVE TO TRY! SOI IS STILL IN THERE!

[DR.SANDA] //: COME ON, BECKO—DO IT! OR WE’RE ALL TOAST!

[MN.9 HAS ENTERED FULL COMBAT MODE.]

Beck: I'm so dead—

[SCANNING…]

[SCAN COMPLETE.]

[ E N C O U N T E R ]

[CDN. 502 – MODEL CODENAME: ROUND DIGGER]

[HEIGHT: 300cm] [WEIGHT: 450kg] [XEL COUNT: 90,000,000]

[The CherryDyn Number 502 charged once more, rolling across the room at RAPID speeds. Beck once again had to dodge, THIS time using his new AcXelarate Dash.]

[…It certainly was… fast.]

[SPLAT.]

[…A little too fast.]

Beck: O-Ow—stupid wall—

[DR.WHITE] //: Your AcXelarate Dash is EXACTLY that, Beck! An acceleration! Use it wisely!

[DR.WHITE] //: You must weaken it with your weapon to destabilize its Xel before you can absorb it with your Dash!

[MN.9] //: SO I JUST SHOOT AND RUN INTO IT?!

[DR.WHITE] //: YES!

[The Round Digger reared up to charge once more—like a bull would.]

Beck: Crudcrudcrudcrud—

[WRRRRR…]

[BLAM BLAM BLAM!]

[Direct hits–but it didn’t stop the CDN from charging.]

Beck: -nOT AGAIN–

[ZOOOM!]

[…And yet another splat.]

Beck: OW—

[DR.WHITE] //: Beck—are you alr—

Beck: NO IT’S NOT WORKING—!

[DR.WHITE] //: Perseverance, Beck! Aim for its joints and head! Destabilize its Xel structure!

Beck: Aim and shoot, joints, head—

[WRRRRRRRRRRR—]

[A panel opened up on its back, revealing—

Bombs!]

Beck: –oh NO–

[Of course; it was a demolition unit!]

[BOOM!]

Beck: AAAAAAAAAAH—

[There he goes, dashing this way and that to avoid being blown to pieces!]

Beck: -SCREAMING-

Beck: DAD HELP ME—HELP ME!

[DR.WHITE] //: I can’t—! Not from here—!

[DR.SANDA] //: THE SYSTEMS ARE ALL SCRAMBLED FROM HERE, I CAN’T DO ANYTHING—!

[BOOM! BOOM!]

Beck: -I'M GONNA DIE OH MAN-

[Nine keeps shooting–but they are wild and panicked shots, some hitting their target, some missing completely.

Eventually, however…]

[ERROR—ERROR—XEL STRUCTURE UNSTABLE—]

[…The CDN’s head starting glowing purple! ]

[DR.WHITE] //: NOW, BECK!

[As soon as Beck saw it…

…He knew exactly what to do. As if it was instinct.

As if the thought was there all along.]

Beck: Here GOES!

[ZOOOM—]

[XEL ABSORBED. CDN XEL COUNT LOWERED 20%—]

[WARNING! WARNING! VIRUS DETECTED!]

Beck: –?!?

[RUNNING XELFILTER.EXE…]

[XEL FILTERED. ALL MALWARE HAS BEEN NEUTRALIZED.]

[ATTENTION: MORE XEL IS REQUIRED FOR A FULL XEL PURGE.]

Beck: (Xel…Purge…?)

[DR.WHITE] //: BECK! ABOVE YOU!

[The CDN had stopped charging—and, oddly enough—used its extending legs to grab onto the ceiling…?]

Beck: ….???

[A panel UNDERNEATH it unlocks and—]

[PSSSSSSSSSH!]

[A HUGE high pressured blast of water SLAMMED into the Mighty Number, knocking him back into the door with a loud CLANK!]

Beck: AAGH!

[DR.WHITE] //: BECK!

Beck: Uuugh….

Beck: …Ooooowww…

[…? What’s this?

…All that did was… Just DAZE him, at best…]

Beck: That was…almost as hard as Cryo, ow…

[PSSSSSSSSSHHH!]

Beck: -gARBLING NOISES-

[DR.WHITE] //: MOVE, BECK!

[A bit shaky, Beck dashes away from the stream—]

Beck: sTOOOOOP—

[Buuuut of course, his foe didn't listen.]

Beck: (There's GOT to be an easier way to do this! C'mon, what would nii-san do—?!)

[…]

[OH! Wait—why didn’t he think of this before?! He might not have his siblings by his side—

…But he had their FORMS, right?

…Right?]

[…]

[ERROR//: MN.7 REXELECTION FORM NOT FOUND. FORM WAS ERASED AFTER HARD RESET.]

[…Wrong.]

Beck: WHAT?!

[He tried again.]

[ERROR//: MN.1 REXELECTION FORM NOT FOUND. FORM WAS ERASED AFTER HARD RESET.]

Beck: NONONO!

[ERROR//: MN.2 REXELECTION FORM NOT FOUND….]

[ERROR….]

[ERROR…]

[ERROR…]

[…Gone.

They were all gone.

He had nothing. No forms except that STUPID golden one, and what good would THAT do?!]

Beck: NO!

Beck: DAD—I CAN’T CHANGE FORMS—!

Beck: I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO FIGHT WITH—!

[DR.WHITE] //: YES YOU DO, BECK!

[DR.WHITE] //: You have tools of which this world—or ANY world—have only just begun to see!

[DR.WHITE] //: USE THEM!

Beck: …..

Beck: –Shoot, dash, shoot, dash–

[The Round Digger let out a deafening R O A R, charging again.]

Beck: Shoot and dash, shoot and dash—!

[Repeating this mantra, Beck circled the CDN…

They both traded blows, neither of which seemed to be giving in or showing sign of fatigue—

…But…slowly, slowly but surely—]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

[XEL ABSORBED.]

-PING-

[XEL QUOTA ACHIEVED.]

[XEL PURGE: ONLINE. XELFILTER.EXE PREPARED FOR OVERDRIVE.]

[DR.WHITE] //: …!!!

[…A circle of white began to glow around Beck’s feet…]

[A stream of Xel floated outwards, forming a large circle along with three dots and lines—his symbol…]

Beck: Come on—

[His arms started to shine a pure white!]

Beck: SNAP OUT OF IT!

[XEL PURGE INITIATED!]

Beck: NOW!

[A burst of green Xels flow out of the circle, and RIGHT back to the CDN! Rings of purged Xel encircle it, and slowly–it’s…purple, tainted Xel fades…]

[……..]

Round Digger: ….????

Round Digger: -BEEP-

Round Digger: -BEEP BEEP-

Round Digger: -CONFUSED DATA, THIS IS NOT OUR DESIGNATED AREA-

Beck: …!!

Round Digger: -DISTRESSED BEEPING-

Beck: Hey–Hey…

Round Digger: -THIS IS NOT WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BEEEEEEEE-

[…Beck…cautiously approaches the CDN…

Closer…Closer…]

Beck: Hey…. Are you OK?

Round Digger: -BEEEEEEEEEP!-

Beck: Hey—Hey, it’s OK…

[…Pat. Pat…]

Beck: You’re OK now, don’t worry…

Round Digger: -SAD BEEP-

Round Digger: -BEEEEEP-

Beck: ….! Uh…hey—do you think you can help me?

Round Digger: ….? -beep?-

[MN.9] //: Dr. Sanda?

[… …There was no response at first. Both Doctors were still STUNNED at what just happened.]

[MN.9] //: Dr. Sanda!

[DR.SANDA] //: …! Erm—ah—y-yes, Beck…?

[MN.9] //: You said the systems were haywire, right? So you can’t unseal yourself…

[DR.SANDA] //: Well—I… oh.

[MN.9] //: So—I guess there’s only one option, right?

[DR.WHITE] //: —! Of course! The Round Digger!

[DR.SANDA] //: W-wait—! Wait a min—

Round Digger: -PING-

Round Digger: -DIRECTIVE RECEIVED. COMMENCING DEMOLITION.-

Round Digger: -WARNING BEEPS, STAND CLEAR-

[DR.SANDA] //: -SHRIEKS, RUNS TO THE FARTHER ROOM-

[WRRRRRRRRRRRRR–]

[C R A C K!]

[With one powerful charge, the CDN Demo unit reared back once more and charged into the other wall, making a hole large enough for even MIC to walk into.]

[DR.SANDA]//: Did you REALLY have to do that?! This place is falling apart enough as it—

[DR.WHITE] //: We can worry about it later! Beck—neutralize any other threats in the building while I work with Soi to get at LEAST some of those systems back online…

[MN.9] //: Yes Sir!

[DR.SANDA] //: B-b-but—! The lab is unsealed—

[DR.WHITE]//: I don’t think we have to worry about that for now.

Round Digger: -BEEEEEEP-

[MN.9] //: Yeah, you can stay down here and make sure nothing gets past you, OK? That way you don’t get hurt too. ^.^

[CDN.502] //: -BEEP BEEP, NEW DESIGNATION AREA CONFIRMED-

[DR.WHITE]//: Good, good. Be careful, alright?

[MN.9] //: Yeah. I will.

[Beck went back the way he came—through the recently re-opened door—while Will stumbled through the opening, patting the CDN on it’s side as he passed by.

It took a while to find where the other Doctor had taken cover, but eventually—]

Soi: Will!

Will: Soi!

[Without another word, Soichiro Sanda threw his arms around his best friend, quite literally giving him a crushing hug—]

Will: -Hurk—!- Soi—!

Soi: You have no IDEA how glad I am to see your face, friend—

Will: Th-the feeling is mutual, Soi, but c-could you PLEASE let me breathe—

Soi: —? Oh— OH. S-sorry, William! Eheh, excuse me—

[William White takes in a few deep breaths once Sanda lets go, once again brushing himself off—but to no avail, as his clothing was more or less ruined at this point.]

Soi: Great Ceaser’s Ghost, Will; you look like you’ve just been put through the wringer!

Will: That’s… not inaccurate, Soi: not at all…

Soi: I can only imagine—I could hear everything from down here!

Will: Ev…everything?

[He glanced around them, a concerned expression on his face.]

Will: …Did… did you hear the broadcast…?

Soi: Broadcast—?

Will: -Sighs- Right, the systems are still scrambled; you wouldn’t get anything…

Soi: —….

Soi: -Doubtful tone- Well—I… did hear…. screaming—

Will: Screaming? Well, Beck was rather sc—

Soi: No, no, not him—

“Dr. Sanda!”

[Passing through the crumbling wall, Beck reappeared. His pristine white armor was slightly singed in several places, probably from laser fire.]

Beck: Dr. Sanda—!

Sanda: Beck—! Come here, you—!

[In a well meant hug of his own, Beck latched on to Sanda’s leg, burying his face into it. Muffled cries of ‘I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU’RE OK’ and 'SANDAAA’ were heard while the Doctor fondly gave Nine a noogie.]

Sanda: Ha Ha! I KNEW you could do it, Mighty No. 9!

Beck: -MUFFLED NOISES-

Will: Yes—well done, Beck. But I’m afraid we still have work to do; have the other robots been taken care of?

Beck: I… did my best; some of them went outside, but I managed to absorb most of the ones on the upper floors.

Will: That will do for now. Come on, Soi; let’s TRY and get this lab running again—

[The larger Doctor put a hand on the shoulder of his worried friend to keep him from darting off before answering an important question.]

Soi: W-Wait a minute!

Soi: I see here that BECK is functioning normally…

Soi: But what happened to the OTHER Mighty Numbers? Are they still OUT there…?

[… …]

[… … …]

Will: …Sanda…

[Will sighs and takes up a straighter posture.]

Will: Based on empirical evidence, I believe that they might be suffering from this… robot affliction that’s been going around and causing all this chaos.

Soi: W-What—?!?

Soi: You mean—Pyrogen, Cryosphere…

Will: …Yes, Soi. I…

[It almost hurt to say it.]

Will: I think they’ve been hit with a virus. That’s the only logical explanation.

[As Will brings a terminal back online, his fears are confirmed. Both of the Doctors and the lone Mighty Number present stare at the screen with equal parts dread and horror…]

Soi: No…!

[MN.1 STATUS: ONLINE, FULL COMBAT MODE, -VIRUS DETECTED- ]

[MN.2 STATUS: ONLINE, FULL COMBAT MODE, -VIRUS DETECTED- ]

[MN.3 STATUS: ONLINE, FULL COMBAT MODE, -VIRUS DETECTED- ]

[MN.4 STATUS: UNAVAILABLE.]

[MN.5 STATUS: ONLINE, FULL COMBAT MODE, -VIRUS DETECTED- ]

[MN.6 STATUS: ONLINE, FULL COMBAT MODE, -VIRUS DETECTED- ]

[MN.7 STATUS: ONLINE, FULL COMBAT MODE, -VIRUS DETECTED- ]

[MN.8 STATUS: UNAVAILABLE.]

[MN.9 STATUS: ONLINE, COMBAT MODE, CONDITION: NORMAL.]

[After a moment…]

-PING!-

<RMDC>: >REQUEST ACKNOWLEDGED. SENDING STATUS UPDATE TO MODERATOR DR.WHITE…

[…! Data from the RobotMaster® Database (Cossack Server) in the midst of this—?!]

Will: It’s…!

Soi: The RobotMaster® Database—we’re still connected—!

<RMDC>:> SYSTEM ERROR: DATABASE MAINFRAME NOT RESPONDING. ACCESSING BRANCH SERVER…

Will: …It seems something is wrong.

Beck: They… they didn’t get infected too, did they?

Will: I’m… not sure. (I sure hope not…) I wouldn't think that they could be affected by Xel-based viruses, but then again, we don't know much about how the virus works—and they ARE able to receive and process other data just fine…

Will: Unfortunately, we have other things we need to worry about!

[There was a stream of “SIGNAL NOT FOUND” updates… followed by two small notifications, almost as if they were an afterthought.]

[DLN-000 STATUS: LETHAL COMBAT MODE]

Will: (He’s in lethal—!)

[FMN-008 STATUS: UNAVAILABLE]

Beck: —?! Kate and Cardinal—?

Beck: Why only them? :c What about the others?

Will: -Frowns- Well, I'm not entirely sure. Kate's in England—OUR England—so that might be part of it…

Beck: But… but what about Cardinal? Do… do you think he's in trouble, or—? D:

Will: -Puts a hand on Beck's shoulder- I… I-I'm sure he'll be fine, Beck. (The system USUALLY gives an SOS cascade if they're in deep trouble.) He could just be in Lethal out of instinct, remember?

Beck: O-oh, right…

Soi: -Working at another terminal- I can try to restore the connection, but for now we’re in the dark on their side of the fence. So far all the comms are either shot or very shaky...

Soi: But we REALLY need some help…

[After a moment of tense silence and rapid typing, Soi finally gets an idea.]

Soi: -SNAPS FINGERS-

Will: ?

[Soi works away on his terminal, Will looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. Meanwhile, Beck was still trying to contact his siblings—to no avail, of course, but it didn’t stop him from still trying.]

Soi: It’s a long shot, but while Avi is still distracted—

Will: -Somewhat curious- You have something in mind?

Soi: I’m going to see if I can contact Seijiro at the head office in Tokyo…

Will: …! Ah, yes—

Will: Your twin brother…

[Seijiro Sanda, the head and CEO of Sanda Enterprises and Technologies. No doubt he had heard of what had transpired in Titus by now…]

Soi: I just hope he’s alright. I know this whole mess only seems to be centralized here in America, but you never know…

[… … … ….]

[-PING!-]

???: {-PANICKED JAPANESE YELLING-}

[A holoscreen feed was brought up, and a man almost identical to Soi appeared on the screen, looking less than calm. The only key differences were the slightly different hairstyle and the sharp business suit.]

???: {SOICHIRO—CAN YOU HEAR ME?!}

Soi: {Seijiro–}

Seiji: {OH THANK THE STARS YOU’RE ALRIGHT—! I’ve been trying to contact you for HOURS but most of the signals and feeds are down—WILL!}

Will: -AHEM takes a moment to remember our Japanese-

Will: {I’m alright, Mr. Sanda. Please, take a moment to calm down; though we might not have much time on our hands…}

[Seiji takes out a small handkerchief to wipe his forehead a bit, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.]

Seiji: {Yes, yes… I apologize, I was just so worried after that… broadcast…}

Seiji: ……..

[He switches to English.]

Seiji: Is it… true? Has Avi really…?

Will: … -Quietly, though still loud enough to be heard- Yes. Unfortunately so. He seems to be distracted with a “caller,” but… he will likely finish up before too long.

Seiji: Yes, yes, of course; I understand. What is the current situation?

Will: There appears to be some kind of virus outbreak that infected CherryDyn servers here in America—which in turn, infected our servers and the like. It’s causing nearly every robot to malfunction and act aggressively—even Civilian and Industrial models have been affected. The only robot that is immune to the ongoing virus is… Mighty No. 9, Beck.

Beck: …Hi, Mr. Sanda…

Will: Sadly, it… i-it affected the rest of the series. They appear to be… dispersed.

Seiji: ….

Seiji: So… even the Mighty Number line…

Will: …. Yes. They’ve… all gone somewhere else, it seems. I don’t know where they are at the moment, and some of the other numbers have no status whatsoever… such as Mic.

Seiji: …

Seiji: And… Call?

Will: I—

Will: -Blinks- ….

Will: Soi, where IS Call?

Soi: She’s in the east wing. Offline, at the moment—

Beck: Offline?!

Beck: Why is she OFFLINE?

Soi: Well, before this all started—several minutes before, in fact—

Soi: She was due for a firmware update today, so… I shut down her systems for it so it would install properly.

Will: Wait.

Soi: —?

Will: Are you saying she was in technological isolation when this happened?

Soi: In a way, yes, but… since the lab’s systems are mostly down, I can’t know for sure if she’s been affected, or even IF the firmware update completed before it all started…

Will: Hmm….

Soi: … …

Seiji: … …

Will: -Lost in thought- We’ll have to bring her back online in a Faraday cage. A sealed room, if possible. If she IS infected, Beck can bring her back to normal using his assimilation and filter program. We will definitely need her support, Soi.

Soi: I know, I know…

Beck: I can go do that with her right now, Dad. If anyone can handle Call in combat…

Soi: Hnnn…

Soi: Beck?

Soi: …If she is… not well… please be careful, she’s my little girl—

Beck: I will. Promise.

[As Beck moves away from the terminal, Soi turns back to his brother.]

Soi: Seiji…we could use all the help we can get. Can you do anything for us right now? Anything at all?

[… … …]

Seiji: …I….

Seiji: I’m sorry, Soichiro. Please understand; if things are as bad as you say they are, then….

Seiji: The Japanese government won’t let us intercede unless we know the exact CAUSE of the malfunctions, and how to combat the virus en masse.

Soi: ….

Soi: …I… I was afraid of that. -Sighs- But it makes sense…

Soi: If you send more robots overseas, THEY could get infected too—making everything even worse. And there are few enough human resources to go around…

Will: … …

Will: Just to confirm, Mr. Sanda.

Seiji: Yes?

Will: If we can isolate the cause of the robot rampage—you WILL send aid?

[Seijiro nods.]

Seiji: Absolutely. Anything we can do.

Will: Alright…

Will: And after the cause has been found, how long will that take?

Seiji: Well, even after proving things, getting into Japan will still be subject to the quarantine, since you've all been exposed to the virus—

Soi: -Groans slightly- {That takes WEEKS—}

Seiji: —but sending emergency aid FROM Japan should take less time. Likely still a few days at the very least, though I imagine that your government will be all too eager to help expidite aid once they are in a position to receive it.

Will: … >>;;; Riiight…. Might need to get Shade on that, if things are still held up in red tape by then…

Seiji: …It sounds as if you already have a plan in mind, Will.

Will: More or less.

Will: I would like to have No. 9 present as soon as he—

[-PING!-]

Soi: ?

[CALL IS NOW ONLINE. STATUS: NORMAL.]

[MN.9] //: GUYS GOOD NEWS SHE’S OK! :D

Soi: CALL—

[Theeeeere he goes!]

[CALL] //: …

[CALL] //: I detect distressed emotions in various vocal patterns of all present. Is something wrong, Dr. Sanda?

[MN.9] //: Lemmie fill you in on what’s going on, Call; it’s… not good.

[UPDATING…]

[CALL] //: … … …

[CALL] //: Analyzing….

[CALL] //: … … … …

[……]

[-PING!-]

[CALL] //: I have been informed of the current situation. I will assist in any way I can, Doctors.

Soi: Attagirl! ^^

Seiji: -Turns his attention back to Will- You were saying?

Will: -Ahem- We will be sending Beck to save all of his fellow Mighty Numbers, as he is the only combat model available to face them at the moment—

[-PING-]

[CALL] //: I am also registered as a combat model.

[.....]

[MN.9] //: Call—I’d really like for you to have my back…

[MN.9] //: …But this is WAY too dangerous and the Doctors need you here. No one can sort through data like you can, you give even AVI a run for his money.

[MN.9] //: ….Plus…you don’t have my assimilation ability.

[MN.9] //: …and I don’t want you REALLY getting infected either…

[CALL] //: … … Confirmed.

[CALL] //: I shall remain here and assist with data analysis and navigational support for No. 9.

[MN.9] //: …. Thanks, Call.

Will: Right. As I was saying…

Will: Beck will be tracking down his fellow Mighty Numbers. His assimilation ability should filter any and all irregularities in his siblings’ programming.

Will: If we can gather and study multiple samples of the virus’s coding from the Mighty Numbers themselves…

Will: Perhaps we can isolate the cause of the problem.

Will: Once we’ve identified the root of the malfunctions, we can work on some way to combat it: be it in the form of a anti-virus program, or whatever else we can come up with. Meanwhile, Soi can help repair the rescued Mighty Numbers while I study the code.

Soi: -Nods- Hmm. I’ll do what I can with the non-infected Xel we have on stock.

Seiji: ….But…

Seiji: Are you SURE you will have sufficient Xel for ALL the Mighty Numbers?

Will: We’ll just have to scrape by with what we have, and—if Beck refines his abilities, we could see about purifying any infected Xel we come across as well.

[…He paused for a moment, as if to mull over that for a second—when he remembers something from earlier.]

Will: Incidentally, I did manage to catch a bit of news on the way here. It’s something I don’t think I’ve told you yet, Soi.

Soi: …?

Will: The president of Cherry Dynamics is insisting the cause of the malfunctions is… Dr. Blackwell.

Soi: What??

Seiji: Dr. Blackwell—? The founder of modern Xel robotics—?

Soi: That’s– -sputters- –poppycock!

Soi: Dr. Blackwell may be a genius, but he can’t POSSIBLY be behind this! Not THIS time, at least—

Will: -Tersely- Soi. You must admit, there ARE similarities to his LAST plot to… shut down every robot in America!

Soi: Will—he was caught and arrested! Even Ben isn’t clever enough to pull this off from inside a maximum security prison!

Will: You shouldn't underestimate the likes of what he can do, Soi, and how little regard he has for ANYONE else!

Soi: Will. Will, listen to me—

Soi: If… if he wanted to do something… something like this, then why… why wait so long? You KNOW that doesn't make sense. From, er… from all accounts, he was… not exactly the most patient person when aggravated…

Will: … …I know, Soi. But we must consider all possibilities. And why was Graham so certain, even after—

Seiji: Will…

[Seijiro stops the two Doctors from going on, with a… sympathetic look on his face.]

Seiji: -Gently- Dr. Benedict Blackwell is the least of our worries. We need to focus on the now.

Will: … …

Will: -Calmer, now- Right. Right. I’m sorry.

[MN.9] //: (—? That was weird…)

Will: Soi, for now, you should tend to any minor injuries Beck has sustained in that last battle. I’ll sift through the data he acquired from the Round Digger Model. After that, we need to work on getting the mainframe in working order so that we can start tracking down the other Mighty Numbers.

Will: Seijiro—if you see ANY sign that the virus might jump the ocean gap, PLEASE let us know.

Seiji: Don’t worry; Japan already closed all her ports in accordance with procedure. I'm afraid that it will probably hurt us all if it stays on too long after this is over, but… it is what it is. I'll try and get in touch with someone who can give regular updates and maybe even help push through the approval to send aid, once that's possible. That's all we can do for now, though.

Will: Thank you.

Will: (I won’t…)

Will: (I won’t lose them, not THIS time...I won’t let my family fall apart again--!)

Will: Then let’s get to work.

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FIGHT! Bonfire Vs Ray!

BONFIRE VS RAY (Current)

Intro Quote(Versus): [Bonfire reeled from the horrendous scream. As he gritted his teeth in pain and looked up into the looming shadow that glinted with many serrated fangs, he was slammed with a cross-reference—something his sister had said to them the night they learned the truth of what happened….] || “-Teeth. So many teeth. In the dreams, always the teeth. The teeth and the screes. So many teeth. Did we mention teeth?-” || [The shock was stunning, but the severity of the situation kickstarted a different instinct. He burst into WHITE-HOT FLAMES OF PURE RAGE.]

Taunt: BURN, YOU INSUFFERABLE WITCH!

Special Attack: ((No dialogue, just an angry shout with a wicked right hook!))

Ultimate Attack: [The power that he put behind the explosion was more than just pushing himself to the limit. This high-tier Burning Spirit was fueled with a roaring rampage of revenge—revenge for all that they had suffered, for all the pain and madness and sorrow. But most of all, for that night—for THAT NIGHT, the night that his sister had been brought back, SCREAMING in agony as she fell to pieces…]

Win Quote(Versus): What the hell—?! || [Out of ALL the things to happen, he had NOT expected her to suddenly start DISSOLVING like that…!]

Lose Quote(Versus): [He huffed, shaking in pain and injury from the numerous, heavy wounds. || Try as he might, he couldn’t contact anyone. There would be no escape…] || D…Damn you…!

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BONFIRE & RAY (Post-AO: Full Memory)

Intro Quote(Team Up): [The leader of the Fighting Mighties flared up in anger. He was not pleased to have landed himself in this situation, but this was hardly the time or place to confront the past when they had a BIGGER problem on their hands…]

Assist: No further! ((Directed at opponent(s), not Ray))

Ultimate Team Attack: Taste the fires of Hell! ((Referring far more to Ray’s fire than his own, but still.))

Win Quote(Team Up): Hmph. I’m calling in the chaos spheres and the ice child before this inferno rages out of control.

Lose Quote(Team Up): This is out of our control—!

Knock Out Quote(Team Up Self): [He staggered down to one knee, trying desperately to stay conscious. He didn’t trust his combat so-called “partner”, even though…] || Ghh… gnnnn… || [He couldn’t take it. He was worn down beyond his limits.] || : >F-Father…! ||

Knock Out Quote(Team Up Partner): [Bonfire was seized with a sudden cold fear. This was not a choice he wanted to make. He didn’t want to have to even think of choosing. Especially not when his own sister and her Other had orders to carry out, and they would all pay the price for obstruction. || For the first time ever, he found himself desperately HOPING that he would lose, so that he wouldn’t have to MAKE that decision…]

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My third default option seems to be ‘sass’.

Cardinal when he’s in yet another life or death situation. (via limitbreakers)

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=CHAPTER 3B: VOLTAIC DYNATRON=

~AO v2.0~

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

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[MEANWHILE, IN SEATTLE, WASHINGTON...]

[Chaos still reigned over the rainy city as two super-powered, crazed Battle Colosseum bots waged war against each other--Plume, the exotic Hawaiian fire dancer with graceful agility, and Landcrusher, the giant German powerhouse with a knack for demolition.]

[While the untamed, no holds barred battle raged below, another crisis was unfolding high above the skyline, in the city's very own Space Needle tower...]

Jack: (Great, and just when I THOUGHT things couldn't get WORSE...)

Jack: (...The power had to go and cut out--!)

[This, of course, sent the group trapped in the tower into a panic--it was fairly dark out, now, and with little to no light...]

Eli: Everyone just CALM DOWN--

Jack: (Good thing these goggles have Night Vision--just gotta tie up this last knot...)

[Jack knew he couldn't quite get everyone off the tower one by one--and he knew that Plume wasn't going to last long against a heavy hitter like Landcrusher.]

[He had to improvise, and lucky for him, the Space Needle had just enough material for what he planned to do...]

Jack: Yo, toss me that tablecloth...

[The Space Needle didn't JUST have an observation deck--it was also a restaurant. The tables provided the flat surfaces he needed and the tablecloths made some nice makeshift rope once tied together...]

Eli: ....You sure this is gonna work?

Jack: Nope.

[B O O M!]

Jack: ...But we don't have much choice at the moment...

Jack: Hooookay...

[Now here comes the HARD part.]

Jack: The serving carts are all busted for the wheels...still need two more--

Eli: .....I can pop off the ones from Lily's stroller...

Jack: (Oh, yeah, the lil...)

[Jack looked back over his shoulder to the group of cowering humans--and Gwen, who was holding a sniffling baby Lily near her chest.]

Jack: ........

Eli: ......

Eli: We were...just on vacation when this happened.

Jack: . . .

Eli: .....Do...you know why they're all goin' nuts like that? …I think someone said something about a virus...?

Jack: Yeah--something like that. It infected all the servers--that's how it got into every Xelbot's heads.

Eli: Good God...who would DO something like that?

Jack: … … (Either someone REALLY pissed off, or messed up. Or both.) …Dunno.

Jack: Get those wheels--I'm gonna break open a window.

Eli: --?? Wait--why?

Jack: Ya see that building over there--the one with the bent flagpole?

Jack: I'm gonna swing on over there and finish off the rest of this pulley with the wheels and my wires--then we can start getting people on the carrier we made outta the tables and onto that roof.

Eli: Wait--but--

Jack: Yeah, I know, Landcrusher--that's why once you guys are all on that roof, I'm gonna distract him so you guys can haul chass and get to safety.

Eli: You?

Jack: ...Yeah. That is, if Plume isn't...

Jack: .......

Eli: ....She's, uh...really focused on ya, isn't she?

Jack: Iiiii am pretty sure that's the virus, buddy...

Jack: ....Look--you just try and keep everyone here calm while I go do my thing, OK? (Oh, yeah, it's my THING now--freakin' heck, never imagined THAT...)

Eli: .....I'll.....try.

[Jack turns away from the man to face another window, closest to the building they were aiming for, one end of the makeshift rope in hand.]

Eli: ...Hey.

[Eli threw a pair of small wheels at the CDN, who caught them after they hit his chest and bounced off slightly.]

Eli: ....Thank you.

Jack: Pfft--thank me after you're on that roof, alright?

Eli: Ha...yeah...

Jack: (....Kay--First the window--)

[He planted his boot firmly on the glass, getting a feel of how thick it was, before reeling back and striking it down--]

[Pop!]

[...It swung open with little trouble, as it turns out.]

Jack: (...Oh.)

Jack: (...I'm taking that as a good sign.)

[Snapping on his goggles, now, he calculated a direct path to the safe building--he'd have to freefall a couple of hundred feet to reach a viable swing point--]

Jack: ......

Jack: (Well it's not like I haven't done it before today but FRAG ME--)

Jack: (HOOOOOOKAYcomeonjackdoitforherdoitforthepeopleinhere--)

Jack: (ThereisaBABYinheremanDOIT--)

Jack: AAAAAAAAAAH--

[With a STARTLING yell, he jumped--!!]

"OH MY GOD--"

"WHAT THE--"

"HOLY--IS HE DEAD--?!"

[.......]

[Was he terrified?]

[Yes.]

[...But.]

Jack: AAAAAAAAAAH--

[ZIIIIIIP--!]

[....Fear has a funny way of turning into a thrilling adrenaline rush once you get over it.]

Jack: --HAAAAAAAHAHAWOO!

[Even HE didn't understand why--]

[Though that wasn't exactly on his mind, at the moment--]

[But, somehow, the more he felt himself being swung across, left and right, that rush of air on his face--]

[The less it felt like some life or death situation and more like a roller coaster or something!]

Jack: WOOOOOOO--

Jack: --OOOOOOOOH SH--

[BAM--!]

[While Jack was becoming quite acquainted with the innate powers his ability gave him--]

[Landing was...a learned trait.]

Jack: OWFRA--

[He rolled across the roof, bouncing one or twice before settling to a stop--a groaning mess, yes, and he was SURE something popped--]

Jack: OwcrapOW...

[...But all in all, he was still functional, at least.]

Jack: F-Frag that smarts--ow--

Jack: Nnngh gonna feel that in the morning--

[With some difficulty, he managed to get on his feet. He was dizzy, and somewhat dazed from the rush before--]

Jack: Uuuuugh don't feel so good...

Jack: (No--focus, damn it, need to finish this--)

Jack: (Where is that flagpole--)

[It was bent over in an awkward position--but in such a way that it was possible to attach the makeshift rope and wheels to complete the pulley system they needed.]

Jack: (Tie this--here--and put this there--get this wheel to spin and wrap the thing around that--)

Jack: (--SHIT HOW AM I GONNA LET ELI KNOW IT'S DONE--CAN HE SEE ME FROM HERE--??)

Jack: (--Waitwaitwaitdo I have anything in the bag here that can help me--)

Jack: (--FLASHLIGHT--well OK more like a lantern almost bUT I CAN USE THIS THANK YOU MISS EIGHT--!)

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“Heh, yeah, Morse is a great thing t’ know. Some letters are easier than others. s’ like old school texting, ya know? Most people only know ’S.O.S’, but… in a pinch, using ‘G O’ or ‘O K’ or ’N O’ will work just ‘cause a’ context. Ah’ guess for most people, ‘yes’, ‘no’, an’ ‘help’ are all ya really need if things are so dire as t’ be usin’ it. Now, listen close—here are those letters for you…”

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[After securing that last knot, he fumbles with the light, and after finally finding that darn--]

Jack: Hope you know what this means, Eli--

{G O.}

[........]

"HEY--HE MADE IT--! HE'S GOT A LIGHT--"

"But--it's blinking--?"

Eli: (Is he trying to tell us something--?)

"HEY WAIT, THAT'S MORSE CODE--!"

"HE'S SAYING GO--OH GOD HE DID IT WE'RE GONNA BE OK--!"

Eli: ALRIGHT, EVERYONE LINE UP--WE'RE GONNA GO TWO AT A TIME, WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST--!

[.........]

Jack: pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease--

Jack: --!!!

[The makeshift carrier starts to move--and it was holding--!]

Jack: YES!!

[Jack helps it along faster by moving the rope along, and helping the passengers off once they do touch down safely, then sending the carrier back to repeat the process.

It was nail-biting—watching the carrier move over the chaos below, and it looked as if it was going to fall on a few occasions—

Which wasn't much fun for anyone.

Jack didn't think he could pray any harder than he was now--heck, he wasn't even all that religious in the first place.

...But maybe Mikhail was right, about him being on Lady Luck's good side. Or there really WAS a God, after all.]

[Eli was the last passenger that survived the heart pounding trip--]

[--After every single trapped human before him went first.]

[Cheers! Cheers exploded over the rooftop, in the heart of destruction and crisis! Loud, joyous, HOPE--!]

Jack: OOF--!

[...Eli had collected Jack in a bear hug, muttering chants of thanks--and it wasn't long before he was crowed by the other rescued humans as well--]

Jack: (Getting--hard to breathe--)

Gwen: Oh, thank you, THANK YOU--!

"YEAAAAAH WE AIN'T GONNA DIE--!" "AAAAH WE'RE ALIVE THANK YOU--!" "YOU'RE MY HERO, MAN--"

Jack: Uh--you're welcome? ^^;

Eli: God, how can we--

[B O O M!]

"GNNNRRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Jack: --!!!

Jack: (...Landcrusher.)

Jack: EVERYONE HAS TO GET OFF OF THIS ROOF, NOW!

[Goggles on, time to roll--]

Jack: --?!

Eli: YOU'RE COMING TOO--!

[Several of the rescued humans drag him away from the edge, and start to lead him towards the door into the building--]

Jack: WAIT--STOP--!

Eli: No offense, Jack, but I ain't gonna let you throw your life away like that, not after this--!

Jack: BUT THEY'RE COMING THIS WAY ELI I GOTTA HEAD THEM OFF—

[There was what appeared to be a spectacular light show that was suuuuSPIIIIIICIOUSLY LIKE DYNA’S TRADEMARK ABILITY—]

[—which, after repeating itself, was followed up by some green flashes.]

Jack: —??!

Jack: What—?

[He was led away by the humans before he could see any more...]

Jack: (What in the world was—?)

[..........]

[The rest of it all seemed like a huge blur.]

[Once they had safely exited the building, the group mostly broke apart, scrambling for the cars left on the streets—the ones that had chosen to stick with Eli and his family, however, followed him down several blocks—]

[...to where they found a mostly functional van belonging to some cable company, with the keys still in the ignition.]

[Eli was planning to get as far away from the city as possible and—God willing—make it to Canada.]

Eli: ....What do ya mean you're not coming—?

Jack: --I can't...

Jack: ...Remember that person I told you about that REALLY wouldn't like it if I got killed or something...?

Eli: ...You were SERIOUS?

Jack: Listen I know that sounds INSANE but—!

Jack: I have had a REALLY weird day and frankly I would like nothing more than to get somewhere safe but I can't leave her out there.

[There was no telling where she was or what she could be up to. He had hoped Avi was lying—or exaggerating, at least—but he really couldn’t be sure anymore… and he didn’t care if he was in denial.]

Jack: I have no idea if she's OK or infected or whatever but wherever she is, she's probably ALONE and she needs SOMEONE and--

Eli: JACK.

Jack: --...

Eli: ......

Eli: Where do you think she is?

Jack: I...I don't know.

Eli: .....

Eli: Well.

Eli: You saved our lives—all of our lives.

Eli: ...Only fair that I pay you back in kind, somehow.

Jack: --?

Eli: Lemmie help you find a working car—at least to get you out of the city.

Jack: But--

Jack: It's not mine—

Eli: Jack. We're in the middle of a damn APOCALYPSE and you're worried about grand theft auto?

Jack: Well—but—

Eli: Enough of your whining—I'll be right back, Gwen, watch Lily—Come on, Cherry, before any more crazies show up.

Jack: Uh—I...um.

Jack: (...Iiiii am gonna regret this...)

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Goose: 8′D;

[To pun or not to pun, that was the question. Especially when concerning grouchy younger snipesibs.]

Goose: …

Goose: -INHALES—- 8′^D

[What he warbles next isn’t exactly SINGING—]

Goose: SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIIIIIIIS, WHO AM I TO DISAGREEEEEE—

😪 Goose —> Shade, re: Jingle Bells

[ VIII ] - “Nnngh, ya dang pun plane AH’M TRYIN’ T’ SLEEP–”Cue Shade aiming his rifle–and a second later a dart whizzes past Goose to lodge itself in the wall. Looks like Shade didn’t take so well to be awoken via bad Christmas caroling–“Next one’s goin’ right where the sun don’t shine if ya don’t shut up and GIT–”

=INTRO A: COLLAPSING PEACE=

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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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Independent Felix from the Golden Sun series, set post-Golden Sun: The Lost Age

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=CHAPTER 7D: RUSH INTO THE MINE=

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[He was almost there.]

((Pic))

[He had hit the road as soon as it was daylight—figuratively speaking. He was actually windsurfing, right now—grateful now, more than ever, that he had given Jazz the upgrade while he was waiting things out. Even if it would come at the cost of all her energy, thus leaving him to deal with the upcoming trial all on his own.]

Cardinal: _(…It’s for the better, anyway. There might be people, and there’s too much history—too many important things, can’t let it burn to the ground.)_

[Baron was sitting on his shoulder. Cardinal had all but forgotten about his feathered friend—he thought he’d left Baron safely back at home in the Meadow, but apparently the cheeky songbird had taken the liberty of moving its traveling capsule from the shelf and into Cardinal’s bag during their last parting. He had discovered this just the other night—and now, Baron would be crucial to communication, should his guess prove right.

He honestly wasn’t sure what he hoped for more, or dreaded worse… that he might have guessed wrong (and thus traveled all that way for nothing, with Shade still at large…)

_…or that he would have guessed *right,* and things were about to get *so much /worse./*_

A soft whine reminded him that he wasn’t the only one worried about the matter.]

Cardinal: We’ll be there soon, Scout. …Baron, you know what to do.

[ALMOST THERE.

He had to make it, he had to— _he was going as fast as he possibly could, *now was the time—]*_

Cardinal: _(Hang in there, Shade…)_

[From this height, he could see a few of the numerous iconic buildings and structures that served as blatant landmarks for his destination.]

>ETA: ONE HOUR REMAINING

Cardinal: _*I /will/ stop you!*_

[.......]

[They say that slow and steady wins the race.]

[And that the patient man would reap the rewards for his virtues.]

[Mighty No. 8 was not patient, nor was he particularly fond of waiting.]

[Sleep was a preferred alternative to that.]

[And it was a long sleep.]

[But now...]

[The wheels of fate were turning fast, far, far too fast.]

[PING!]

"Zzz..."

[PING!]

"...."

[PING!]

"Mggrh, quit yer complainin', m'UP."

[.......]

"...S'that so."

"Suppose ya want me t' DO somethin' about it?"

[........]

"Well, make up yer mind, elsewise I'm goin' back t'sleep."

[.........]

"....!"

"Ooooh..."

"Ah' see."

"Heh."

"Go big or go home. Ah' like that."

"Sounds t' me yer gettin' desperate, though."

"Eh, but what do Ah' know."

"Ah'm just the hitman.~"

[PING!]

"Alright, alright, m'goin. Don't gotta shout."

[A faint red light flickers in the darkness, a crosshairs symbol focusing into view.]

"Target confirmed. Take no prisoners."

"Now THIS is gonna be a REAL challenge, Ah' hope. Heheh!"

[There is the sound of some lock unlatching, and the unmistakable sound of boots with spurs thumping against polished floor.]

"S'use me, boys."

[Click.]

"Ya wouldn't mind pointin' me t' mah new office, now, would ya?"

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