Second Chapter! Please, read and review! XDD
The Bargain
"Woo hoo, man!"
The plane, purple Navi was carefully circumventing protections. His operator wanted to venture into a section of the net usually reserved for Netbattlers... and he would manage it. He'd already gotten very far.
By any measure, though, he was only a generic Navi. There was nothing at all special about him. He was not a fighter. his whole worth was in what his operator could do with him. He was able enough, within that qualification. But...
He never noticed the dark red eyes watching him carefully, assessing his every move. He felt no prickle at their gaze, the way many. although not all. combat Navis would have. He didn't hear when a dark, dark Navi shifted quietly.
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Idiot.
He's utterly oblivious to my presence. Fool. I could delete him without effort.
And I will... it suits my plan... urgh! If I only had more time! ...Well, I don't. I can feel it in my bones.
How stupid that sounds. I don't have bones, and I don't have flesh. But I've had hunches before, and my hunch is telling me my time is running out. I heed my hunches. Last time I had a feeling like this, it saved my life, as I huddled like a scared rabbit while Bass destroyed my twin...
What's the human phrase? "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Yes, I read Shakespeare in my spare time. And that seems a particularly apt phrase. Something wicked is coming.
Well, enough of this. Something wicked is already here, and it's time to make myself known.
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The Navi didn't have time to scream, as green balls of light flew out, impacting him in the back. Destruction came instantly, data exploding outwards from the impact, tiny shards dissipating into the net. His operator was frozen in shock for a moment.
"KNUT!" He screamed at the screen, punching the buttons of his Pet frantically. But the screen was filled with an unfamiliar face.
Dark red eyes gazed out at him, with a dark, slightly malevolent intensity. Deeply tanned skin was lined with two purple stripes, marking his cheeks. A dark brown poncho, a poncho that floated around him, as he floated in the air, obscured the strange Navis' lower face. His helmet was unique... black, with strange fins of gold.
"What have you done with Knut?" The boy demanded, hoping against hope that his Navi might still be there. Bass, for his part, regarded the operator.
He felt... disappointed. This boy was clearly a child, no more than thirteen, probably less. When he'd searched for an appropriate operator, he hadn't been able to check age. he'd only been able to judge by the Navi. The Navi he'd deleted had been doing expert, illegal things with security systems, and showed signs of having being customized for his tasks. and the sort of operator who would have such a Navi was the kind he wanted.
But he hadn't anticipated it being a child. Still, there was no time to look for another, so he shelved his disappointment.
"He has been deleted." He stated calmly, staring at the child, who flushed in fury.
"You! How dare you-" He started to spit out, but Bass interrupted.
"You have backups." His tone was flat, cold. "I am Bass.EXE." The boy looked ready to take offense... then suddenly stopped with a blink.
"Bass? The... the Super Navi?" The boy sounded awed. Bass smirked to himself, enjoying the reputation, even at secondhand, as he regarded the boy further. He was a redheaded child, well freckled, and very thin.
"No. I am no Super Navi." He had to make that clear. It was very pertinent. "I was created by Gospel, a copy of the Super Navi Bass, created from bug fragments." The boy looked disturbed at that.
"Bug frags? Doesn't that mean you'll turn into... that Multi-Bug Organism thing?" He looked queasy at the thought, and Bass' eyes narrowed.
"I do not care to complete that transformation." He said coldly. "My mind is that of a Navi, not a bug." As the boy looked interested, he continued. "I am only a copy of the Super Navi... and he has taken exception to my existence. He hunts me, and the other copies. I believe I am the last."
"So... why are you here? And why did you delete Knut?" That was obviously rankling. Bass shook his head slightly, but answered.
"I need upgrades. I need to become more powerful. and I need an operator. A true Super Navi can download infinite chips in almost no time. I am not so lucky. the few powers I was created with are not sufficient. I need an operator. I need someone to send me special chips, to find chips, to find upgrades. I need someone to change my appearance, and energy signature, so Bass cannot find me. I need... you." Bass smirked as the boy stared, thunderstruck. "And as for Knut... what need would you have for me, if he were here?"
"You... you..." The boy sputtered, then suddenly laughed. "You are SUCH a mercenary!" Bass shrugged slightly, setting his poncho to rippling. That accusation was certainly true. "And what do I get for all this?"
"An excellent combat and infiltration Navi." Bass said coolly. "I will put all my skills at your feet. Perhaps we might even become... friends." It was not beyond possibility. The boy finally nodded.
"Alright. Oh, my name's Mito." The boy... Mito, blinked and suddenly tilted his head to one side. "Hey, if you're not really Bass... shouldn't we change your name?"
"More than that. My energy signature, appearance. but what do you want to call me?" He had no particular ideas on the subject. Mito thought for a moment, then grinned.
"I'm calling you Fins." He announced, pointing at the screen. "What do you think of that?"
"Fins is fine." Bass said, very deliberately keeping his voice and face cold and flat. He could tell when he was being baited. Mito looked slightly disappointed.
"You're very hard to tease, Fins." He complained, but started the process to transfer Bass to his personal computer. Bass smirked, and commented once, before devoting his attention to the transfer.
"Do tell." It might take a while, but he'd get used to being 'Fins'...
The Bargain
"Woo hoo, man!"
The plane, purple Navi was carefully circumventing protections. His operator wanted to venture into a section of the net usually reserved for Netbattlers... and he would manage it. He'd already gotten very far.
By any measure, though, he was only a generic Navi. There was nothing at all special about him. He was not a fighter. his whole worth was in what his operator could do with him. He was able enough, within that qualification. But...
He never noticed the dark red eyes watching him carefully, assessing his every move. He felt no prickle at their gaze, the way many. although not all. combat Navis would have. He didn't hear when a dark, dark Navi shifted quietly.
hr
Idiot.
He's utterly oblivious to my presence. Fool. I could delete him without effort.
And I will... it suits my plan... urgh! If I only had more time! ...Well, I don't. I can feel it in my bones.
How stupid that sounds. I don't have bones, and I don't have flesh. But I've had hunches before, and my hunch is telling me my time is running out. I heed my hunches. Last time I had a feeling like this, it saved my life, as I huddled like a scared rabbit while Bass destroyed my twin...
What's the human phrase? "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Yes, I read Shakespeare in my spare time. And that seems a particularly apt phrase. Something wicked is coming.
Well, enough of this. Something wicked is already here, and it's time to make myself known.
hr
The Navi didn't have time to scream, as green balls of light flew out, impacting him in the back. Destruction came instantly, data exploding outwards from the impact, tiny shards dissipating into the net. His operator was frozen in shock for a moment.
"KNUT!" He screamed at the screen, punching the buttons of his Pet frantically. But the screen was filled with an unfamiliar face.
Dark red eyes gazed out at him, with a dark, slightly malevolent intensity. Deeply tanned skin was lined with two purple stripes, marking his cheeks. A dark brown poncho, a poncho that floated around him, as he floated in the air, obscured the strange Navis' lower face. His helmet was unique... black, with strange fins of gold.
"What have you done with Knut?" The boy demanded, hoping against hope that his Navi might still be there. Bass, for his part, regarded the operator.
He felt... disappointed. This boy was clearly a child, no more than thirteen, probably less. When he'd searched for an appropriate operator, he hadn't been able to check age. he'd only been able to judge by the Navi. The Navi he'd deleted had been doing expert, illegal things with security systems, and showed signs of having being customized for his tasks. and the sort of operator who would have such a Navi was the kind he wanted.
But he hadn't anticipated it being a child. Still, there was no time to look for another, so he shelved his disappointment.
"He has been deleted." He stated calmly, staring at the child, who flushed in fury.
"You! How dare you-" He started to spit out, but Bass interrupted.
"You have backups." His tone was flat, cold. "I am Bass.EXE." The boy looked ready to take offense... then suddenly stopped with a blink.
"Bass? The... the Super Navi?" The boy sounded awed. Bass smirked to himself, enjoying the reputation, even at secondhand, as he regarded the boy further. He was a redheaded child, well freckled, and very thin.
"No. I am no Super Navi." He had to make that clear. It was very pertinent. "I was created by Gospel, a copy of the Super Navi Bass, created from bug fragments." The boy looked disturbed at that.
"Bug frags? Doesn't that mean you'll turn into... that Multi-Bug Organism thing?" He looked queasy at the thought, and Bass' eyes narrowed.
"I do not care to complete that transformation." He said coldly. "My mind is that of a Navi, not a bug." As the boy looked interested, he continued. "I am only a copy of the Super Navi... and he has taken exception to my existence. He hunts me, and the other copies. I believe I am the last."
"So... why are you here? And why did you delete Knut?" That was obviously rankling. Bass shook his head slightly, but answered.
"I need upgrades. I need to become more powerful. and I need an operator. A true Super Navi can download infinite chips in almost no time. I am not so lucky. the few powers I was created with are not sufficient. I need an operator. I need someone to send me special chips, to find chips, to find upgrades. I need someone to change my appearance, and energy signature, so Bass cannot find me. I need... you." Bass smirked as the boy stared, thunderstruck. "And as for Knut... what need would you have for me, if he were here?"
"You... you..." The boy sputtered, then suddenly laughed. "You are SUCH a mercenary!" Bass shrugged slightly, setting his poncho to rippling. That accusation was certainly true. "And what do I get for all this?"
"An excellent combat and infiltration Navi." Bass said coolly. "I will put all my skills at your feet. Perhaps we might even become... friends." It was not beyond possibility. The boy finally nodded.
"Alright. Oh, my name's Mito." The boy... Mito, blinked and suddenly tilted his head to one side. "Hey, if you're not really Bass... shouldn't we change your name?"
"More than that. My energy signature, appearance. but what do you want to call me?" He had no particular ideas on the subject. Mito thought for a moment, then grinned.
"I'm calling you Fins." He announced, pointing at the screen. "What do you think of that?"
"Fins is fine." Bass said, very deliberately keeping his voice and face cold and flat. He could tell when he was being baited. Mito looked slightly disappointed.
"You're very hard to tease, Fins." He complained, but started the process to transfer Bass to his personal computer. Bass smirked, and commented once, before devoting his attention to the transfer.
"Do tell." It might take a while, but he'd get used to being 'Fins'...