Lan plugged his PET into the nearest payphone's jack in port. Within
a few moments, Megaman was inside the phone. As he looked around, he
realized the phone's programming and network was rather primitive. But it
was still a much larger area than most appliances he had been into had.
Coiled cords with receivers on both ends danced in the background, as well
as the occasional number.
However, the most obvious thing was the large amount of mets. Mettaur of all shapes and colors. Even one variation that Megaman hadn't seen before; which most likely meant the purple mettaur were stronger than the ones he had encountered before.
"Wow. That Url guy was right. With all these viruses, this might take a while." Megaman gazed at all the mettaur. They were not attacking. Hadn't they seen him yet?
"Sending chips now, Megaman!" Megaman analyzed the data Lan sent him.
"Nice Lan!"
"Go get 'em Megaman."
A pick appeared in Megaman's hand. Megaman started juggling it from hand to hand, spinning and twisting, almost like a skilled martial-arts master with nun-chucks. Lan didn't mind the delay. This was the only way him and his "brother" could play together, really. Chaud would probably flip if Protoman showed off like this. not that Protoman needed to show off. he just kind of did it.
Megaman brought the miming pick forcefully down into the ground, leading into the blow with his elbow. The tiled ground in front of Megaman gave way, crumbling into the bottomless pit of the payphone's programmed interface. This got the mettaur's attentions. Some stood there, startled, while others, mostly the blue and purple ones, brought out their picks apprehensively. Megaman noticed the odd behavior, and moved uncomfortably.
"Get 'em, Megaman!" Lan encouraged. Just like Navis are disconnected to their masters' world, operators will never be able to truly understand what happens in the digital world.
Megaman threw his doubt aside, then threw the chip data into the hole he had previously created. Knowing what was coming next, he jumped back away from the already-flaming pit. Suddenly, the pit erupted with lava splashing and cooling on the surrounding ground. When the smoke and ash cleared, a serpentine figure hovered in the pit. The heat from the figure made it hard to get near. The searing eyes burned so hot, they glowed blue like the base of a flame.
The eyes, of course, were searching out the lava dragon's prey. The mettaur. Flames erupted from the ground. Many of the mettaur had already fled in fear. All that remained of the ones that stood their ground was the scorched tiles on which they had stood. Pleased with his work, the lava dragon puffed a satisfied cloud of dust and ash through its nostrils. When the gray cloud disappeared, so did the lava dragon.
"I can't believe they ran away. Mettaur don't usually run."
"Don't worry about it Mega. Megaman! Behind you!"
However, the most obvious thing was the large amount of mets. Mettaur of all shapes and colors. Even one variation that Megaman hadn't seen before; which most likely meant the purple mettaur were stronger than the ones he had encountered before.
"Wow. That Url guy was right. With all these viruses, this might take a while." Megaman gazed at all the mettaur. They were not attacking. Hadn't they seen him yet?
"Sending chips now, Megaman!" Megaman analyzed the data Lan sent him.
"Nice Lan!"
"Go get 'em Megaman."
A pick appeared in Megaman's hand. Megaman started juggling it from hand to hand, spinning and twisting, almost like a skilled martial-arts master with nun-chucks. Lan didn't mind the delay. This was the only way him and his "brother" could play together, really. Chaud would probably flip if Protoman showed off like this. not that Protoman needed to show off. he just kind of did it.
Megaman brought the miming pick forcefully down into the ground, leading into the blow with his elbow. The tiled ground in front of Megaman gave way, crumbling into the bottomless pit of the payphone's programmed interface. This got the mettaur's attentions. Some stood there, startled, while others, mostly the blue and purple ones, brought out their picks apprehensively. Megaman noticed the odd behavior, and moved uncomfortably.
"Get 'em, Megaman!" Lan encouraged. Just like Navis are disconnected to their masters' world, operators will never be able to truly understand what happens in the digital world.
Megaman threw his doubt aside, then threw the chip data into the hole he had previously created. Knowing what was coming next, he jumped back away from the already-flaming pit. Suddenly, the pit erupted with lava splashing and cooling on the surrounding ground. When the smoke and ash cleared, a serpentine figure hovered in the pit. The heat from the figure made it hard to get near. The searing eyes burned so hot, they glowed blue like the base of a flame.
The eyes, of course, were searching out the lava dragon's prey. The mettaur. Flames erupted from the ground. Many of the mettaur had already fled in fear. All that remained of the ones that stood their ground was the scorched tiles on which they had stood. Pleased with his work, the lava dragon puffed a satisfied cloud of dust and ash through its nostrils. When the gray cloud disappeared, so did the lava dragon.
"I can't believe they ran away. Mettaur don't usually run."
"Don't worry about it Mega. Megaman! Behind you!"