Topic: The Digital World of RPM

[Black Mage J]

Tryn sat himself down at a cafe/net arena where he watched some young kids fighting. Others were exclaiming and yelling out tips, like "Use a program advance!" And "Met shield!" use a met shield!" He sighed, disturbed by the raucous noise.

[Mirby]

Taylor took her PET to SciLab. One of the scientists there looked up from his station. "Honey, what happened?" he asked.

"WombatMan here took a lot of damage in a battle recently, and he kinda lost his hands in the process. Do you think you can fix him, Dad?" she replied.

"Yeah, let me see..." He took the PET and plugged it into his computer. "Did... how many times did he mode change?"

"Umm... he was fine, and then Power Mode, and then Defense Mode, and then he was about to enter Berserk Mode, which was when I jacked him out."

"Ahh... Berserk Mode... the bug mode..."

"Why can't you remove that mode, Dad?" Taylor asked.

"Because, dear, if I were to do that, then the other mode would be gone as well. We're lucky Berserk Mode only takes effect on a rare occasion. Plus, with all the advanced AI in his code, a few bugs were inevitable, and this one isn't that bad. As long as you jack out in time, he should be fine."

"Okay... can you fix him though?"

"I created him. Fixing him shouldn't be too hard." He laughed and started working. Taylor knew that she would have to wait, so she sat in the corner, and occupied herself with a book.

[No, Taylor is not a Hikari. There's nothing saying other SciLab workers didn't have family as well!]

[ST Jestah]

"I am afraid neither of us shall be doing any deleting today." Samba told the navi roughly.
Still shaking his arms quickly and in a rythmitic pattern.

"You are fortunate that I was not ticked enough to use full force. We have already wasted too much time, thanks to your rabbleing." Samba stopped shaking his arms and positioned his arms back to how they were.

"This is where we part. We hope to not meet again...Good bye." And with those final words, Samba had been jacked out.

[Black Mage J]

Once Tryn finished his coffee, he went over to the youngsters, jacking in Crusader.
He bellowed "I challenge everyone here and anywhere! Whoever defeats me gets 50 thousand zenny!"
This caused a rush to the table, people taking him on two at a time, obviously Tryn had a plan that would fool people for at least a couple hours or so, he would defeat both navi's then use his recovery program he had on Crusader to heal before the next fight. Soon people started calling friends to get there, planning to split the money. Tryn had already gone Full Synch, and the Rager just coming in. "This will be a test of endurance, then our agility will perfect if we ever want to escape the cops" Crusader slammed his enemies with ferocious kicks and unyielding spirit, seeing everything perfectly as he danced, gracefully sidestepping enemies coming his way. Although it seemed only children came to challenge him, and Tryn being on the power of Net Officials had no problem dealing with them as they tried uninspired tactics.
[Well a roleplay is meant to be fun, anyone can have it how they like]

[Dantonumanoa Ongdolota Amycronicon]

"So..." Rankine slumped on a seat, looking into his PET.

"We now have a navi, that we may never be able to find ever again, with the chip."

Crux sighed. "If only I had seen that coming..."

"It's not your fault. However, we're both, I assume, at a loss for ideas. Additionally, I think that chip may have been only a copy."

"Eh?"

"The chip that Crusader's netop sold to the navi. It's most likely a partial copy of the real thing, just so he could make a profit, and still keep the Cross. I assume that's how thieves do business."

"So Crusader still has the Cross, and he gave someone else a piece of the Cross. This is--"

"I know..."

After a moment, Rankine got up from his seat, taking the PET, as well as a few battle chips, and headed for the door.

"Where to now?" asked Crux.

"Training," replied Rankine. "I've been meaning to test out these chips."

[Solar]

(Question before I post something else, do we have an actual evil organization already?)

[Black Mage J]

[Not really, but if you give me a couple more posts I can make it happen. We have almost everything ready for it anyways.]

[Mirby]

[Taylor's dad is a SciLab scientist, so we already have one person who's gonna end up on the side of good]

[Solar]

(I already have some kind of idea, and btw, I'm gonna use what you said too Green for a "little" something)

[ST Jestah]

Meanwhile, in a dark place...

"Have I done a good job, boss?" Samba asked his operator through his P.E.T. unit.

"'Course you did. Couldn't have done it better myself...if I was a net navi that is." The shady man told him.

"...Shall we contact our boss, boss?"

"Yep."

The man turned on an old computer monitor. From the screen appeared a fuzy image of a musical sign.

"...Ugh, it's you Mr.Samson. What do you want now?" Said a distorted high voice.

"Well...you know that thing you always wanted?" Samson asked him in a calm tone.

"A better operative? Because if you have, you can leave now and never cotact me through this signal ever again."

"Uh...well"

"Or better yet, just leave me your pile of scrap data you people call a navi. It is more competent than yourself, and it can handle himself well in a cyber fight withouth your help too."

Samson did nothing but stare at the screen with a dull expresion.

"DAH! Do not speak to my boss in such a way!" Samba shouted within the confines of his P.E.T.
"...Your tool seems to believe its human, Mr.Samson. Plese shut him up before I'm forced to do it myself." The voice threathend

"H-How dare you!"

"Samba...shut up." Samson ordered his navi.

"...Very well boss"

Samson swallowed a bit of his own saliva before continuing the conversation with his leader.
"I-I got that chip, sir."

"...Are you serious, Mr.Samson. That thing is nothing but a myth created by techno loving fools."

"B-But it's true. I got right here." Samson showed the dangerous chip to the screen.

"...Transfer the data to me."

Samson had smile on his face.
"Y-Yes, sir!" He said as he was transferring the chip's data.

"...Where did you get this?" Asked the voice.

"The public cyber market. I was gonna check the Undernet...but we thought that was too obvious." Samson said, still using a calm tone.

"...We?"

"Yeah, me and Samba. You see-"

"When are you going to stop thinking those toys of yours are people. Then again, that thing IS much more reliable then you."

Samson's smile slowly faded.

"Now then. Let me tell you what you have done wrong." The voice said in scorn.

"1. You have failed to get the original chip, and have given me a mere copy.
2. You probably let your face be seen by the trader (or some other third party), and have not deleted that person's navi.
3. Contacting this line withouth making sure it wasn't being traced. You incompetent neanthertal."

"B-b-but."

"You're lucky we have a strong defensive program or else I'd be really angry...however, seeing as this still is the data for THAT program, I guess I should be glad you of all people brought this to me." The voice said calmly.

"R-Really?"

"Don't get too happy yet, Mr.Samson. We still have much work to do. Transfer the data to Mr.Soul, and start configuring the data that you already have."

"Y-Yes, sir!" Samson replied.

"In the meantime, have your tool see where this trader's navi is residing. We need the original data for our plans to suceed, understand?"

"Yes."

With that, the screen turned off by itself. Samson laid down on a nearby couch and stared at the ceiling. He started to scratch his left arm while he grinded his teeth.

"Boss, why must you take such harsh words from him?" Samba asked his disturbed operator.

Samson refused to respond.

"...Would I suggest you have some herbal tea, boss?".

"...Uh-huh, that'll help..."

[Mirby]

[Wow... what an [dark hold].]

"Taylor, he's fixed!"

"Huhwha?" She said, waking up.

"How.. when.. what... why were you asleep?" he asked, flustered.

"Well, it was taking so long, and I was tired from operating during the battles..."

"Ah, I see... well I've managed to install a new mode. And it actually removed almost all traces of the bug. If he's in mortal danger, it might still activate."

"What's the new mode?" she asked, excited.

"Flight Mode."

"Flight? A flying wombat? That's... that's... that's hilarious!"

"Flying? Why the hell would I want to fly?" a gruff voice growled.

"Umm... think of...err.. all the cool attack combos you could do?" she said.

"Hmm... actually, that sounds cool! Let's find that chainsaw-armed jerk and shred him!"

"Honey, there's another program I installed as well."

"What is it, Dad?" Taylor asked.

"It's a bit of a self-healing program."

"That sounds a bit cheap..."

"No no no, it doesn't heal his HP automatically. What it does is regenerates body parts if they are removed. For instance, if he loses his hands again, it'll pull spare data from the net to repair them on-the-spot."

"That.. that's awesome! Let's go! Thanks, Dad!"

"No problem, honey! I should be home for dinner!"

"Okay! I'll tell Mom!" she yelled, running out the door on her way home.

[Solar]

Somewhere near Scilab was a brown haired teen with a blue jacket and red pants staring at his PET as if he was waiting for something.

"I'm back!" said the black haired navi that was fighting WombatMan a while ago.

"That's good, but next time please make a greater effort to keep secrets as secrets Mirror Knight," said the operator.

"Oh, that, sorry Tai, I promise it won't happen again. Hehe..." said the embarassed Mirror Knight.

"Oh well, what's more important, are you ready for tonight now?" asked Tai.

"...yes, but do we really have to do this?" asked MK

"We must, and there's no turning back now..."

[Black Mage J]

Tryn, finished with his beating every 10-year old into a pile of scrap routine back to his house, where he haunch-ed over the computer, typing quickly and making frustrated noises when he misspelled something.
"M'lord, this application will attract people?"
"Yes, we need some undernet thugs to guard our 'chip' I'm sure that guy will want a bone to pick with me, he didn't look that friendly. But I doubt he could find me, the bigger reason is putting these 'mercenaries' to defend my hideout. Once I tame some viruses we can start putting our chip to good use"
The site soon swarmed with dangerous navis looking for a job, "..." Tryn said with a smirk.

[Blackhook]

One of those navis was the mysterious green Navi from the undernet. He was curious about the job. The navi looked around and noticed all the tough looking navis around it. The navi didn´t show any emotion and calmly said to noone in particular
" The job must be something big...I guess I have nothing better to do..."

[Black Mage J]

Tryn's face opened up on a large monitor, looking calm as he rested his head on his hand.
"Good day to all of you, I have decided to set up an organization, I see there are 40 or so of you here. Those who want to get paid for this just this job can, but be assured that if you reveal my face to any type of law I will relentlessly hunt you down using your very own friends." Some of the navi's started to look a bit scared. "Nonetheless, those who do stay with me will be paid a hefty sum. Money is not an object for a thief, though hard to part with"
He then stood straight on his chair, the light from the screen flashing on his black hair.
"Your task is simple, I will split you into groups assigned by your registration numbers, one group will invade a television station, leaving a tape program to be played during the commercials, you must simply insert it into the camera program on it's private site. Make sure no one sees you, and if they do, capture them. The second group shall rob a bank and take at least 500,000 zenny from it's deposit, make sure that the money is stowed safely and no one to remember your faces. The most important group is to investigate SciLab and look around it's online headquarters, get blueprints, kidnap a navi, anything to get information on the place. Thank you for now"

[Blackhook]

" Sounds like fun"
The green navi got closer to face Tryn.  He then started talking in a calm manner
"They call me Jupiter. I am a solo "Net Navi". I have no need for payment and such. I only need something to kill time. I don´t care about the job, just accept me and I will complete it 100%."

[Black Mage J]

"Very good, I would like you to kidnap someone that works or has connections to Scilab" He sat back "Now then, you all know your jobs, applicants 1-10 rob the bank, 11-20 to the newstation, I've sent the tape in your email, and 21-30 to Scilab, now go!"

[Mirby]

[Are you setting up what I think you're setting up?]

[Dantonumanoa Ongdolota Amycronicon]

Crux faced a swarm of viruses with a pickax in hand. "You know, I thought you were trying to kick your caffeine addiction." He struck the ground, emitting a shockwave that knocked out some Mettaurs.

"I am," said Rankine, uploading a Fulgur chip.

"So what are you doing in a coffee shop in SciLab?" Crux thrust his arm forward, from which came large bots of lightning, obliterating a group of Handy viruses.

"I just wanted some muffins." Rankine uploaded a group of chips.

"And then wash it down with some nice..." The life sword materialized in Crux's hand. "...warm..." He sliced through a group of Swordy viruses. "...coffee, right?"

Rankine uploaded the Fire Bow. "No..."

"So what's that cup over there?" Crux fired an arrow, blowing up a group of Canodumbs. "You know, the placed so conveniently in front of you?"

"Uh... It's decaf. Oh, behind you."

A Fishy virus came charging, and Crux punched a hole through it head-on, deleting the virus.

"You know, these chips of yours aren't half bad."

"Well," said Rankine, lifting up his cup. "I try."

"Hey, put that down. Decaf, my ass..."

[Solar]

(I said I already had an idea about the evil organization >.> Oh well, I'll wait and see what you do )

[Mirby]

[There can be two; Gospel was just controlled by WWW, so in essence there were two in that game]

"Mom, I'm home!" Taylor yelled.

"Okay. Is your father coming, or will he be too busy with work?"

"Yeah, he'll be here. I'll be in my room!" Taylor ran through the hall and into her room.

"Talyn, I think I sensed someone when we left SciLab." WombatMan said.

"Yeah, I had a weird feeling too... could have been nothing..."

"But it would be wise to be on your guard."

"I agree."

[Black Mage J]

(I said I already had an idea about the evil organization >.> Oh well, I'll wait and see what you do )

[Makes it all the more exciting!]

[Are you setting up what I think you're setting up?]

[What exactly where you thinking?]
Tryn watched as the plans went smoothly, the bank had already been robbed and the T.V. Station had started broadcasting it's news worldwide.
Tryn's silhoutte could be made out in the video, his voice unaltered for his television debut.
"Behold, denizens of RPM, I am  now your greatest nightmare for my new organization shall tower over all of you as I cause destruction to your lovely country. We are known simply as Genesis, learn to fear the name." With that the tape ended and the grunts returned to base "Jupiter, hows Scilab?" Crusader said, contacting from his P.E.T.

[Mirby]

[If I said, then it might reveal everything...]

[Black Mage J]

[Awww, thats no fun!]

[Mirby]

[Don't want to spoil anything]