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Post by boss2 on Apr 14, 2011 0:51:19 GMT -5
The giant Sark was a experienced disk wielder as much as Tron or Clue was, and having glanced at the disk bouncing off the power-cell behind him, calculated and anticipated the trajectory of Tron's second rebounding Duel Disk. In reaction he side-stepped to get out of the way, and at the same time performed a final attack as his feet were replaced on the ground, electrifying the floor beneath his feet. The second Duel Disk returning to Tron provided a distraction, however, as Sark did not draw into his hypothesis that Tron's new reformatting was more tricker than ever. He watched as the first Duel Disk went flying off towards Clu and not himself, another distraction long enough for Tron to perform his baseball slide straight under his legs and strike him in the ankle. "Petulant error. Defeat me, and you will never be allowed function ever again." Sark barked, as energy orbs bounced from his ankle and into the energy cell, followed by the second and a painful yelp from Sark as suddenly Tron's first Duel Disk came flying back towards him and slammed his giant frame into the wall next to the tower from the force of the mass.
Clu laughed antagonistically, pacing around his opponent after he had successfully smashed the rim of his Duel Disk into the User's cranium, like a bully towering over his victim. "Just as I thought, you pathetic Users are weak. Which is why when I reach your world... when I turn it into the perfect system, your kind will ultimately quarantined and purged. The strong dominate over the weak." he replied back, and activated his duel disk as he threw it harshly at the red-head's throat. Watching as it missed and rebounded off the wall behind Felix to return back to him, he readied his fists to smash down into Felix's stomach to paralyze him so the disk would finish him, once Felix started to come towards him with a pathetic-looking head-butt. "Way to use your head, kid," he mocked, but the smile was indeed wiped off his face as his fists missed while Felix turned around, then grabbed Clu to make a hip-throw to flip Clu into the ground. Clu grunted and then yelled in pain as his Duel Disk returned and smashed across his forehead, the two blows filling up both energy cells in a one-two motion, and suddenly both towers were charged and in standby status.
With both tower's shutdown generators now powered up and ready for cancellation, the green light on the monitor turned to red, and 'ABORT?' flickered on both screens. A large red button emerged from the console once more, as well as a touch-screen button. "TIME UNTIL MCP IS ONLINE: DOWNLOAD COMMENCING IN FIVE, FOUR..." the automated female voice announced, until both heroes were down to the wire and hit both buttons at the same time. There was a deathly silence for a while, and then when the tension in the room was almost unbearable enough to sever with a cable cutter, the humming of both towers ceased as they powered down with the fluorescent lights on the towers blinking out one by one. "DOWNLOAD ABORTED." was the last thing the automated female voice announced, and as they looked around, both Sark and Clu had disappeared from where they were last seen only nanoseconds ago. Whether they had left via Corridors to Darkness or not to safe-guard the location of the MCP's data would remain unknown for the time being, the guardian program and the freelancer had saved Space Paranoids from corruption for another day, and both felt an instantaneous boost in function downloaded into their system.
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Final Round results:
Third Tower (I/O Tower Hallway, North Wall): 0/2 Energy Cells Charged, status OFFLINE
Sark (boss) (defeated)
Fourth Tower (I/O Tower Hallway, South Wall): 1/2 Energy Cells Charged, status OFFLINE
Clu (boss)
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Tron has learned a new function!
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Felix has learned a new upgrade!
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(OOC: Well done guys. I was very impressed with your creativity and co-operation. Make your exit posts if you wish, and PM me your rewards. If you wish to do another sidequest again, PM Tifa with your idea, and she or I will approve it for you. Hope you had fun.)
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Post by deshitana4 on Apr 16, 2011 9:10:35 GMT -5
Despite Sark’s earlier remark, Felix and Tron were able to charge up the energy cells and reach the buttons just as the computer began its countdown. With the buttons pressed, there was a moment of silence as tension lingered in the air. When the voice said that the program had been aborted, Tron sighed in relief as a small smile appeared under his helmet. Safe.
As peace returned to the area, Tron took note that both Sark and Clu were gone. Where they were was beyond the program, but he was glad that the pair were gone and the program had been stopped. Feeling a surge of energy run through him, the program took note that something had been downloaded into him; however, Tron did not bother to explore the data at the moment. Instead, he turned his attention to the User. That’s right. There was still one thing left to do.
“Come,” he said, his voice less cold than before. After the words were out of his mouth he began to walk out of the area. He led the User down paths the returning pieces of his foggy memory allowed him to remember. Within a few moments, they reached a terminal from long ago that was currently sleeping. With a few presses of the buttons, the terminal hummed to life becoming activated once more. Moving to the side of the terminal, the warrior looked at the User once more.
“Thank you for helping me, User. While I do not know how you got in here, this terminal will allow you to exit this world and return to your own,” he said and then with a nod the program moved passed the User and headed out of the room. At the entrance, he paused for a moment as he looked back at the User. For a brief second, he did not see the red head User, but instead the boy wielding the strange weapon again. When the image faded, Tron shook his head mentally before leaving the area completely to continue watching the Grid. As he walked, he began to wonder just who the boy was and why he seemed to tug at something important within the program’s memory.
Tron has exited the thread.
((Thank you both for sidequesting with me. =) ))
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Felix
Civilian
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Post by Felix on Apr 18, 2011 10:25:48 GMT -5
A sigh of relief suddenly left Felix’s lips, his body buckling as he fell to the ground, a grin on his face knowing that they had been successful upon hearing the word “ABORTED”. Oh what wonderful word that was to the freelancers’ ears right… now he could take care of Clu. Slowly he picked himself back up, his head still ringing from that rabbit punch earlier, ready to continue his fight no matter his condition. But when he turned around, Clu was nowhere to be seen, nor the giant virus Sark that had been here earlier. He shook his head lightly at that fact, having wanted to continue the fight with the “virus” despite the fact that he had been on the ropes and running on nothing but adrenaline.
“We’ll have to finish this later, Mr. Y2K,” the freelancer spat, a smirk curving against his lips as he begun to regain his bearings finally… jeez that was one hell of a punch. With that imminent threat gone now, he was free to explore this digitized world, a task that he was eager to do. He wanted to see what represented the processor, what represented the RAM, what represented the MCC and so much more. Would he be able to grab a skateboard (or the equivalent to it) and grind on the External Data Bus? Could he find the BIOs and see about over clocking the processor to give it an extra boost? Indeed, so many questions that he now had plenty of time to answer as he merrily walked away from the switch.
“Come,”… or not. The red-head followed the program, figuring that it was in his best interest to listen to what he considered the equivalent of Malware Bytes. After all, the program was a native to this world and traveling around aimlessly, as fun as it may be, could easily land the freelancer in a sticky situation. Regardless, he followed one known as Tron, his eyes wandering as they walked until they reached another terminal, a small “hmph” escaping his lips.
‘Even if I helped he probably doesn’t want a user running around here huh? Well at least he’s dedicated to keeping this ship up and running properly. God only knows what I’d mess up if he let me roam around,’ the freelancer thought as Tron set up the terminal to transfer him back to reality and gave his thanks. He grinned toothily at the gesture, still perplexed at how human this program seemed but leaving it as a question for another day. Instead, it was upon the moment that Tron had turned back to look at Felix, the freelancer had opened his lips to speak once more as the transfer slowly begun.
“The name’s Felix Maximilian not User! Be sure to remember that next time I come here to help you out Tron! The next job won’t be free though I’ll tell you that much!” he shouted, as he waved goodbye, his body being sent back to his own world. From his EyePhone he would materialize once again, a mighty yawn escaping his lips… man was he exhausted. He looked out the window next to him, noticing that it was nighttime, curious as to how long he had been stuck in that digital world. Though a more pressing thought occurred to him upon looking out the window… where was he? Not only that but why was that passing gust of wind so particularly cold on him? Slowly he turned around to get a better look at his surroundings, noticing that he was in a room, a pink room with a few stuffed animals and other womanly objects. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes in frustration, noting that he had come back out the way he came, and was now in the room of the girl he had been flirting with prior. Not only that, but his clothes were absent from the return trip (perhaps a glitch), now standing in just a pair of boxers… yeah it was time to skedaddle. Before he could move an inch though, a woman had opened the door, spotting the freelancer, a look of disbelief on her face as the freelancer laughed nervously.
“Heh heh… ummm… I’m here for my phone?” he said in a question, grabbing the aforementioned object as he slowly inched toward the window… this wasn’t going to end well.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM IN YOUR UNDERWEAR THEN?! GET OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK!” she screamed, proceeding to attack the red-head. He was then pushed out of the window, only finding out afterwards that it was a couple stories up, a fact he would have rather preferred to know about two seconds earlier. Needless to say, gravity caused him to crash into an open dumpster down below, crashing loudly as the freelancer attempted to get back up, a banana peel atop his head that he quickly brushed off.
“#1 freelancer huh? More like #1 pervert you freak!” she screamed before shutting the window furiously. The man quickly got out of the dumpster, spitting out a leaf of bad lettuce as a vein bulged on his forehead, his right fist clenched tightly,
“Oh you are so going to pay for this Tron you son of a b-!”
EXIT THREAD
OOC: No problem anytime ^_^!
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