[RP]The Cage

[Zerrer]

Ashael's smile suddenly vanished when the ship, using the last of it's energy, pointed towards her and the Cage right next to her. She Blinked to the side, out of the way, but the Cage was too heavy for her to do anything. She looked up to the parachuting Mallow. "And don't come back!"

Ashael ran to the cage where a crashed starcruiser had barreled into it. With a burst of energy, she used her telekinesis to slide the wreck a few feet to the side, leaving the cage.

The cage was standing, but the front side was cracked and currently falling off in chunks.

"Blue! Come here and help me pull these off!" Ashael called to Blue, while pulling chunks of the rock out of the wall.

[Cirrial]

The starfighter's crash wrecks the crab-machine's already straining legs. It doesn't seem to notice, remaining with its arms pointed at a threat that no longer exists. After a while, it gently spins around to face the cage.

Aurichalcite's crab-machine prods at the cage, the dull thudding hopefully working more stones free. Its limbs can't reach far enough to do anything more than poke the cage repeatedly.

The snake drone wriggles its way back onto topsoil, and it slithers across to the cage. "Hrm. I was fairly certain I had excavated the rock much more cleanly than this." It tilts its head in puzzlement. "Who was that, Ashael?"

[Swix]

"Right" Blue said, only just now getting back from her perch in the forest after missing all the commotion. The hybrid helped Ashael as best she could to get whoever was stuck in the Cage out. "Don't worry" she called "we're gonna get you out"

[drlupinmario]

Meanwhile on a nearby hill...

Mushi finally lands on the hill. He folds up his parachute in between an alcove of rocks to make a small hut.

Mushi then unpacks the equipment out of his bag. He finds his old Atomic Copygun (W/ DNA Extractor). He was meaning to repair it someday, but he just did not have the free time to do so. Now that his ship has been destroyed, He looks at the device and rubs it. Indeed, It seems like he would have the time to repair it... After he does a few chores...

Mushi logs onto one of his laptops that he carries in his bag. Since his ship has just been destroyed, he will have to order a new one.
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...Connecting... ...Connected!...
Enter Website >>WWW.SHIPSRUS.ZZT
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Mushi logs onto "LORD XENU'S SPACE SHIP EMPORIUM" website. While granted, He COULD use the illigetiment laundered money from his Swiss account, Mushi chooses not to. He personally knows this Lord Xenu, as Xenu has done him some favors in the past. No, Better to buy the ship legitimately.

Mushi browses the selection of "Used" ships until he finds a heavier model of the small cruiser he last had. The discription says that this starfighter has all the bells and whistles: Cloaking, Radar jammers, Cupholders... Mushi smiles at the idea of finally having built-in cupholders for his ship. He quickly buys it.

Before he gets to his last order of buisness of repairing his gear, He decides to send a virus to that Snake-Robot-Machine. And in the press of a button...
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((Cue tron music))
TraceKrook.Lua wakes up from his slumber. He has been orderd to infiltrate a remote host and take control of it. Normal stuff. The Virus loads up its Lightdisk and laserpistol, then heads down a shaft.

TraceKrook arrives at an entrance, Protected by a firewall...

[Cirrial]

In the physical world, the snake drone awaits patiently for a response from Ashael, already confident in the knowledge that the chances of a useful response are incredibly small, given the circumstances.

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In the abstract representation of its internal environment, Aurichalcite is manifest as a swirling mass of colour and shape, an incoherent chaos around the environment of the snake drone's inner world.

Curiously, the firewalls seem to be riddled with holes. Part of the gaseous, crackling mass of Aurichalcite streams into and out of these holes every so often, dissipating into tubes and corridors leading to what would be transmitters in the physical world. The firewall should pose no problem, as the security holes are numerous and wide.

The colours swirl angrily, agitated, and part of the cloud melts to the black floor of the representation of the robot's main control systems. The liquid slowly forms itself into a humanoid shape, before gaining definition. Covered in glowing lines, sprawling all over his shape, it seems like a young man in his early twenties. His skin is pale, his head is devoid of hair, and a block of tiny, illegible text is neatly tattooed on the back of his head. He does not seem concerned or afraid, but very, very irritated. He frowns and speaks, his mouth closed, his words permeating throughout the whole of the robot's metaphysical world.

~I know you are in this drone, virus. You can take it from me, but you will incur greater consequences. I am a worm, virus. One with a thousand bodies and no centralised core. Each machine is a part of a greater whole. As I signal you, I am writing anti-viral programs in some of my other hosts, and increasing security in the rest.~

The man blinks his glowing eyes, and sits on a newly-formed chair. A desk rises from nothingness in front of him, and he leans onto it, clasping his hands. A formal business suit forms itself around him, and a second chair rises from the ground, facing opposite to him.

~If you would prefer a civil discussion as opposed to a hostile invasion, however, I am sure I have the cycles to spare. Perhaps we could even mutually benefit from any agreements made.~

The man quirks an eyebrow as he finishes this last sentence, an enigmatic smile spreading across his otherwise static lips. I find out who sent you, you find out how to avoid upsetting me further. That would be in our best interests, if you choose to co-operate.

Across the internal realm of the robot, suddenly many arrows appear, the intent being to guide TraceKrook straight to the control centre of the robot, where Aurichalcite's avatar waited patiently.

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Meanwhile, in the physical world, the robotic snake drone twitches its head to the side. "Ex-excu-excuse me for that tw-twitch. I am dealing-with some internal-nal issues." The crab machine continues to remove rocks with strategic poking, rooted to the ground through the lack of any means of conveyance.

[drlupinmario]

-CYBERSPACE-
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The virus suddenly assumes form of an orange-haired http://ratchet.wikia.com/wiki/Lombax]Lombax wearing a full-body suit of body armor with the letters TK.LUA written on the front.

The Lombax keeps standing and spits on the shoes of the man sitting infront of him as a sign of disrespect. He doesnt say a word however, yet he winces directly into the eyes of him before he faces his attention on disabling the firewall.
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((Some things I should note. Due to being a heavily-experianced hacker, Mushi used something known as proxys (look them up) so attempting to find out who sent the virii would be hard and timeconsuming, if not impossible.

Also, I apoligise to Zerrer for having to put in a hotlink in my post. I doupt people here would have played ratchet and clank, and thus would'nt know what a Lombax is...))[/url]

[Zerrer]

Ashael was taking large chunks of rock and pulling it away when suddenly a large canine snout stuck out of the hole. Ashael leaped back and squealed. Two oddly humanoid hands stuck out of the hole and started digging itself out.

[Swix]

Blue glanced at Ashael, then at the creature that was starting to dig itself out and back again "Ashael" she asked "what's the matter?" The hybrid continued her own digging "and I think the robot is still waiting for your answer"

[Zerrer]

"Sorry." Ashael said to nobody in particular. "Suprised me."

Meanwhile, the hole in the ground was now large enough for whatever creature was inside of it. Two furry hands grasped the edges of the hole and pulled their owner out of the ground, revealing a humanoid wolf with pale blue fur and white eyes. He stands at 12 feet tall, but he is incredibly scrawny. His thin figure is hidden by his long fur, though. Although he looks like a wolf, his bone structure is humanoid. He has large ears which will move back and forth with his emotions. He has humanoid hands, albeit with fur, claws, and pads on his palms. His feet and legs are truly canine, though. Most of his teeth are pointed, but proportionately average to the size of his head. The only exception to this are his canine teeth, which are twice as large as average.

"Hello, ladies." The Wolfling said to Blue and Ashael. "My name is Victym. Thank you for releasing me." He bowed.

Ashael nodded. "My name is Ashael. Greetings."

((Victym))

[Cirrial]

Inside the metaphysical realm of the snake drone, Aurichalcite's human avatar frowns.

~I gave you a chance and you so foolishly wasted it.~

The avatar melts into liquid, which fades into cloud, which in turn fades into nothing.

The virtual world begins to shimmer and split apart at the seams, breaking into large fragments, slowly tearing itself apart. All traces of the wispy cloud that is Aurichalcite seep out some unseen paths, before the paths too are torn asunder.

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The snake drone's eyes, mere rectangles on a well concealed display, flicker repeatedly before turning off, as the machine clatters lifelessly to the ground, shut down from the inside.

The crab machine, its function fulfilled, also powers down. The two machines lay on the ground, no signs of life from any of them.

A few moments after the snake drone collapses to the forest's floor, the hovering sphere from before bursts through the forest, weaving through trees, rushing up to where it hovered previously.

Scrolling along the side of the sphere is a message, its only form of outside communication.

APOLOGIES ASHAEL AND FRIEND
AND CAPTIVE BUT CIRCUMSTANCES
HAVE CHANGED AND I AM NOW
WITHOUT A USEFUL HOST

It waits a few seconds and advances the message.

GREETINGS CAPTIVE
I CAN'T HEAR YOU BUT I CAN
SEE THAT YOU ARE ALRIGHT
I AM AURICHALCITE

I AM DEAF AND BLIND
WITH THIS INCARNATION
BUT ASHAEL CAN REPLY ON
YOUR BEHALF WITH SIGNALS

[Swix]

Blue returned the smile of the captive with one of her own, although with the added pair of fangs it didn't look as warm as it should have been.

"No problem" Blue told the creature as she looked up at him, who reminded her of her werewolf friend Tala, although she was only 7 foot tall in Were form and silver, not blue, like this Victym "my name is Blue. I've had too many encounters with being trapped like that to want anyone else in that sort of situation. How long were you in there anyway?" Blue asked, frowning as she surveyed the damage that they'd done together, although admittedly most of it had been done by the crab robot which was now lying apparently lifeless on the floor.

[Zerrer]

"I- I don't know. I was sent in there by the Creed." The Wolfling Titan said. He tilted his head, and then continued. "I think it was two sleeps ago. Days. Two days ago."

He blinked.

"There was an awful lot of rumbling, and then a large crash." He recounted. "Then you people got here and freed me. May I ask your names?"

"Ashael." The Archon cut in. "My name is Ashael."

"You're quite shiny, Ashael." Victym said while he looked at Ashael closely. Then he turned to Blue. "And you? May I ask your name?

[drlupinmario]

Meanwhile... Inside the Snakedrone..

TK.LUA beings sprinting like hell. He figures that the hard drive is being formated, Erased. He would have to escape from this infernal machine if he is to escape. He looks around and sees a passageway. He runs into it, Using his Light-disc as a sheild to protect himself from the various projectiles hitting him.

[Swix]

"Blue" the hybrid answered the Wolfling Titan, then she smiled ironically "though you wouldn't think that to look at me now. I used to have bright blue eyes before I mutated" Blue stopped, and frowned as something hit her.

"If you were in there for two days" she said "aren't you hungry?"

[Zerrer]

"I'm ravenous, Miss Blue. But it would be impolite to run off and find food without speaking to you and your friend first." Victym nodded.