Jul 02, 2007 18:31
The Mainframe populace go about their business as usual, if disturbingly cheerfully. The air is filled with cars and zipboards, not CPUs and tanks.
Everything's quiet, more or less.
Of course, given the group that's just coming in from Milliways, that's not liable to last long.
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Objective: Administer the infection cure to as many sprites as possible, starting with the senior command staff of the Principal Office. Hopefully they shouldn't put up too much of a fight, right? ...Right?
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Frisket sniffs at the ground and sneezes. There's too much virus-scent all over everything; he can't pick out anything else. He looks up at Enzo and whines.
Enzo scratches Frisket behind the ears. "That's okay, boy. They're prob'ly there." And if not, well, they'll keep looking 'til they find them.
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Objective: Stop Daemon by any means necessary. Just try not to destroy the system while you're at it.
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I must finish what I began. For my Lady. For the Word.
Summoning all his strength, he forces his energies out toward the Tear, which blossoms into a portal... and then he drops like a rock.
"Bob!" cries Dot in a panic--but Daemon holds out a hand, and Bob's descent comes to an abrupt halt in midair. The virus gently guides him down to rest on the roof near Dot, then turns her attention to the new portal. A single touch, and the green tendrils of the Word spread through the connected system.
"My function is complete." She fingers her hourglass pendant. "Now it is just a matter of time."
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The supervirus turns toward Danny and Hellboy with a friendly smile. "Hello. I don't remember seeing you before..."
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But this isn't the trembling white sprite Daemon left on the steps a few nanos before. This is Hexadecimal, the Queen of Chaos, a nightmare in red and black, her cracked mask/face frozen in a snarl of rage.
"GET AWAY FROM MY SPRITE!" she roars, blasting Daemon with an energy beam that sends her flying.
Hell hath no fury like a Chaos Virus scorned.
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Far ahead in the flying virus' path, a young blue sprite with bright red hair steps out into the street and glances to one side, then flicks her head abruptly in Daemon's direction.
A large, decrepit truck bearing the inscription "TWO SMALL SPRITES WITH BIG CPUS TRANSFERRING COMPANY" snaps into view. Daemon heads one way. The truck heads the other. And when they meet, in midair above the city...
BOOM.
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Best. Way. To end a war. EVER.
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