New York - Southern Downtown
As you head into Southern Downtown New York, you see nothing but the fanciest, most expensive stores. Over the years, the rich and classy migrated to the southern frings of New York, tending to build large, luxurious condiminiums and townhouses that stretch up as high as some of the skyscrapers in the other sections of new york. Most of the hovercars you see around are fancy, new stretch hovercars, and it makes the traffic look almost all alike. Tiffany's, Frederick's of Hollywood and other top name designers are in evidence here as there are multiple billboards and advertisement screens all over this part of the city.
Cyclops [Labcoat] [M] Retro Packrat [C]
Data Raccoon [M] Brad Robertson's Apartment <BRA>
Party-Drome
Southeast <SE> leads to New York - Harbor.
Northeast <NE> leads to New York - Eastern Downtown.
North <N> leads to New York - Wall Street.
Northwest <NW> leads to New York - Western Downtown.
You will no longer hear messages on channel <NC-17>.
Raider Killer arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.
Raider Killer has arrived.
The 22nd Annual Doctors of Cybernetics Convention has turned into total, absolute chaos. The crowds that once occupy the convention hall floor have fled outside as Data Raccoon effectively shuts it down, pasting her mug on every computer screen, and commanding their cybernetic exhibits to go haywire.
The timely arrival of police forces and Starburst Dragon have managed to subdue the crowds with their effective use of forcefields and riot gas.
However, Data still goes uncaptured. She's managed to sequester herself in a booth displaying optics towards the rear of the floor, still plugged into a dataport.
Oh, and did we mention the lights are out?
Seems someone was paying attention to the events and happenings of the news to quickly take action. Technically Midi is still in Seoul, but that has never been a problem for him in the past. Quickly finding his way to the networks of this hotel and convention, Midi tries to go in through the backdoor, so to speak, as to avoid detection from whoever is doing this for as long as possible.
Retro Packrat can be seen in the darkness with a few palm-sized flashlights, scooping twitching and grasping cybernetic limbs into a large closet with his tail. The closet...looks pretty full, and his tail shows a few dents from the powerful grasping of a few hands. "Ok...that's it...where is she?" He starts swinging his light from side to side, trying to find the culprit, though from where he stands, he can't put the light on her enough to see her.
Anarchy Diptera arrives from the New York - Wall Street.
Anarchy Diptera has arrived.
Raider Killer may not be a doctor, exactly, but his extensive database on robotic and cybernetic technology can always use updating, considering the rapid progress the field tends to make. The Mighty Miniboss had been here as a casual observer, looking over all the various displays, when Data Raccoon's attack commenced.
Light are unnecessary for this mechanical monstrosity, his single cobalt optic suddely flaring up to emit a bright directional light, like a flashlight. Red beams scatter out from the scanner on his chest as well. As nice as it is to have such a versetile search and capture agent available, he's not actually working for anyone, and as such doesn't particularly intend to search and capture anyone without a good reason. "This does not seem like standard procedure," he comments to no one in particular in his artificial voice.
Ricochet arrives from the New York - Wall Street.
Ricochet has arrived.
Data cheerfully seeks another target for her mischief. What to hit next...what to hit... hmm... bwuh? Was that a footstep she heard? Nah, couldn't be... nobody sneaks past *her* watch.
The cybernetic limbs continue to harry poor Retro. One, a non-standard implant, finally pops up from a table near Arkay -- a different sort of hand. It twitchestwitchestwitches, falling on the floor to find Arkay's 'foot'. It latches on. No, this is not standard procedure.
In the midst of network of cyberspace, it seems Midi has managed to sneak through Data's intial defenses, to at least reach the mode she's operating from. It doesn't take him long to recognize Data Raccoon's form and ability, he's never dealt with her directly before, but Cyber on the other hand... He decides to make his presence known, he needs to speak with her afterall, and it would be easier if he didn't sneak up on her. "You know, you really shouldn't play with other people's toys like that, it's not nice..." He states, he appears pretty calm, but he's keeping his 'eyes' on her regardless, being Cyber's protege she can be capable of anything.
Retro Packrat finally gets a good number of the limbs into the closet and shuts it closed, pushing a table in front of the door and sneaking clear of the other limbs before approaching Data. He eyes the smaller Midi, silent as he lets him handle the hacker for now. Once physical action starts, he can help...as much as he's not fit for that kind of thing.
And as all this goes on, a black, metallic bird floats up near the roof of the convention hall/hotel, it's glowing red eyes just keeping an eye on things as they progress, while trying to avoid any obstructions it could smash into. In the darkness, it's probably fairly easy to see, what with those two glowing pinpricks of redness up in the air...
And hidden somewhere near the entrance stands a figure, enveloped completely by a cloak, and remaining as still as a statue...
Retro Packrat finally gets a good number of the limbs into the closet and shuts it closed, pushing a table in front of the door and sneaking clear of the other limbs before approaching Data. He eyes the seemlingly out of it Raccoon as she works through cyberspace. He wonders where she's hooked up, hoping he can disconnect her before she can cause more chaos.
Raider Killer looks down as his tactile sensors register the claw grabbing at his leg. He doesn't freak out or otherwise act immediately, merely starting at the thing for a few second, flooding it with light from his optic. Then the light dims, and his optic seems to glow internally for a moment, until it fires a blast of laser energy at the cybernetic arm. "Possible malfunction," he says, craning his articulated neck around again. "Attempting to identify source..." One wonders why he feels a need to say everything he's doing, as hologram-like incarnations of targetting locks begin to form around him and spread outwards.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Any word on ... going ... ... E-Ring yet?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... heard ... ... ... ... crazy.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Hmm..
La la la...OOH! Cameras! Data mentally smacks herself for not noticing that before. Cyber-avatar still bearing a gleeful grin, the raccoon taps into the camera system, and notices... aaah! Somebody's getting too clooose!
The now-frantic Data searches for something else she can use -- aha! A table-mounted, crane-like arm on a table nearby. Who knows what they were using it for before...eh, doesn't matter. Data quickly taps it, setting it on the attack. Poor Retro.
But then -- then Data is distracted. By... Midi?
CyberData swivels around, decidedly startled. "Hey! HEY! Just what do you think you're..."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Try blowing ... a ... Master and see ... ... Only way to know ... sure.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ...
Retro Packrat slowly approaches Data, tail swishing anxiously...before the arm snaps out to him and attempts to pull his arm from his socket. "GAHH!! OW OW OW OW!!! OFF!! OFF I SAY!!" He tries to slash at the arm with his claw, as well as gnaw on it with his oversized teeth, hoping it'll be enough to get it to let go.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: If this is ... ... need to hit ... and hit ... ...
CyberMidi blinks "Doing? My job, for the most part." He smiles, not in a patronizing way though, Midi's always the friendly sort "I wish I could have finally gotten caught up with you under a different situation, but I'll take my chances." He clears his throat, or at least, motions like he looks like he's doing that, his cyberspace actions are quite fluid "I'd like to speak with you, without you, you know, trying to run away or attack me. ...though I'd prefer it if you'd stop causing trouble too."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: I ... ... agree with ... ... sir.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Agreed.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: If ... ... ... ... ... ... ... no ... but ... ... them from ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... when? ... got ... be working ... ... if ... is ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... as ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... be taking ... own ... they're not bound ... ... about ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... them might.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... would ... ... ... use those ... ... bait.
The robotic bird, the size of an ordinary avian, continues to circle up above, eyes slowly gliding from thing to thing... It's obviously not here for relaxation, so what exactly /is/ it doing here?
And what about the shadowy, cloakly figure? Well, as two little orbs appear beside him, obviously drones, he begins to slowly glide further in, slowly heading towards where he believes Data is holed up...
The targeting crosshairs begin to latch onto various systems, some disappearing into the wall, as pseudoholographic data displays appear on some of the computers that should be controlling the cybernetic limbs, lights, and other functions. However, this seems to be having no effect to actually stop any of the chaos. "Intriguing. Hardware diagnostics show no malfunction. Furhter analysis is required," he rambles, while shooting a laser blast at a strange armlike thing near his neck.
Arkay will notice that most of the computers still have Data Raccoon's pixelated face still displayed on them.
CyberData crosses his arms, tail swishing behind her. She is not pleased. "Hmph! Well, can'tcha do it some other time? Can'tcha see I'm kinda busy here? Jeez!" She continues on, murmuring to herself about 'not causing trouble' and 'distractions'. She's busy! Yeesh!
The newest player on the scene is ignored for now -- Data is a little preoccupied with keeping Retro Packrat AWAY from her body. And then there's that creepy monster guy.
CyberMidi idly scratches the side of his helmet "I can't really do that ya know... despite the fact that I gotta talk with you, I also have a perrogitive to sorta stop stuff like this." He quickly thinks, he doesn't want to actually wrestle for control over this mainframe with her. The fact that she's Cyber's student is bad enough, she's physically there and he isn't, which gives her that much more of an advantage. "I don't wanna try to force you to stop this, but I will if I have to." He sighs internally, she's a girl, he's supposed to be nice to girls, but there's no time for such personal ethical debates right now.
"I notice," comments Arkay, "that most of the computers still hae Data Racoon's pixelated face displayed on them." He pauses for a moment to process possible extrapolations of this data, cross-referenced with his library files and what the news has said about this particular revived reploid, and reaches a conclusion. "It must be a hacker attack. I must sever her remote connection," he states flatly, and the scanners again begin sweeping for the complex's internet pipeline, on the false assumption Data is not actually present.
Retro Packrat continues to gnaw and claw at the arm holding him and trying to make him a one-armed rat. "LET GO!!!!" He continues to struggle, until finally, he pulls out his wrist torch, hoping to melt the arm enough to soften it's hold on him, or short out a few necessary workings.
The cloaked figure completely ignores Arkay and Retro Packrat, and just continues to slowly glide towards Data's suspected location. The two drones now circle around him, as a threat to anything that might want to stop the figure in it's tracks...
With the application of a torch to its less-than-stellar frame, the crane-arm finally bends with a metallic shriek. Oops. The actual 'hand' of the arm is still attached to Retro, however...but with all the work he's doing on it, it may just snap off.
The internet pipeline happens to be conveniently near Data Raccoon's present location -- behind the row of booths, near the wall...
CyberData, meanwhile, turns back around to Midi, clearly agitated. "Well, fine! Just get to the point already! Okay?" She bares her teeth and crouches down briefly, threatening.
"C'mon, bowlhead! I can take ya! Bring it on!" Her avatar falls backward onto its haunches, giggling like a schoolgirl. Teeheehee. Silly Midi!
Retro Packrat cheers as the arm snaps off. "YES!! I'm FREE!!...GHHhhGET OFF ME!!" He pries the now unattached arm off his arm, before looking toward Data. "Huh...time to give her a rude awakening..." He pulls out a compact, but rather loud alarm, and set it near Data, walking away and plugging his ears....before it gets set off in an ear-ringing screech and whine. Hopefully that'll break her concentration. Though it might hurt Arkay's audial receptors as well.
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Hmph!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Hmph?"
Bowlhead? Aww, now you've hurt his feelings. Well... not really. Data would find that Midi has been silently trying all along to snatch some sort of control from her, and he manages to do so briefly to deliver a message to those outside. He was at least able to tell that there was some sort of skirmish over this outside, so he wants to make sure they know he's trying to settle this from the inside.
Some of the screens with Data's face on them, go all staticy, and they're replaced with Midi's "This is Midi from Interpol, I am attempting to stop this chaos from inside the database. Please, try not to harm the one responsible for this." Yeah, Midi doesn't want to see her hurt, the big softy. Sides, Interpol needs to speak with her.
Backin the Cyber-Battle, Data'd likely notice Midi sent his message out, and has attempted to sever her control to some of the devices. The left arm of his avatar forms into a Mega-Man-ish looking buster arm, it may be silly, but knowing Midi, in the online world it probably packs about as strong a punch "I certainly have no intention of fighitng you. I'll ask you again to cease this and allow me to speak to you peacefully."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "HMPH!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Midi transmits, "Well... I think she's sort of upset."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "You're /mean/!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "...wasn't she dead?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "No, I am *not* dead, thank you!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "I said /was/!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "How am I mean?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Midi transmits, "I'm sorry, but you are causing trouble..."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Not you, but you're probably mean too!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Hmph."
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "You're acting like a child."
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Hmm... What's wrong?"
The figure finally begins to near Data Raccoon... Only to have the rather loud alarm go off. It stops, taking a moment for the shock to it's audio receptors to fade, before suddenly picking up the pace, the drones suddenly letting out a shrill 'scream'. Nothing like Retro's alarm, but still fairly noisy.
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Bowlhead is messing up my fun."
Raider Killer plods behind the booths as the pipeline is identified. He turns his neck around briefly as some of the pictures change, staring at the message with puzzled amusement since his skull is permanently molded that way, and then looks back. And who should he see there right by the connections's location but... Data Raccoon. "Are you responsable for this?" he asks, the illuminating flood from his cobalt optic reactivated.
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Really... What were you doing for 'fun'?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Midi transmits, "<almost pouting> Don't call me that.."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon groans, "I was just /playing/, jeez... 'sides, like that Chinese guy said, they were all drunk anyway!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "You say you're /not/ dead right?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Really... What happened?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "You were one of those brought back with Double, right?"
Data is currently focused almost entirely on Midi. In cyberspace. The ringing reaches her even there, though, causing cyberData to clamp her hands over her ears. "OW! Stoppit!"
Her eyes go wide, even through the ringing, as she notices what Midi's done. "HEEEEY! That's not FAIR! Meanie!" Begin pouting.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Arkay goes unnoticed. It's like speaking to a corpse. But hey. Her face is on the screen. It's not much of a step up from there.
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Well, whaddya think? Do I *sound* dead?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "And whoever y'are, all I *did* was visit that "Convention for the Doctors of Cybernetics" or somethin'--" You can almost hear her airquotes. "and play with some of their toys. That's all!"
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Midi transmits, "Data Raccoon has ... interupted a Cybernetics Convention in New York, I've been trying to persuade her to stop, and speak to me peacefully."
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Did they give you permission to play with the 'toys'?"
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] RF MSE Sgt. Spin Cougar transmits, "Data Raccoon? You found her?"
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] RF Science Prismatic Spider transmits, "Sounds like Midi did."
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Midi transmits, "Indirectly. I'm not physically there, at the scene."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Well, they were on display."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "I mean, come on."
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Retro Packrat transmits, "I'm going to try and pull her out of the connection."
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "Wait..please answer my question? If you were one of those brought back with Double A) Do you have the White Rust, and B) Are you crazy like he is?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Why set 'em out if you're not allowed to play with 'em?"
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Midi transmits, "Please wait a moment, I'm trying to convince her to listen to me."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "I'm not crazy, silly."
[RADIO: (B) World] Guts Man transmits, "Because we like being peacock teases."
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Retro Packrat transmits, "....you sure?"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Tsh. Peacock!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Is he around?"
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Midi transmits, "I can handle her for now, unless those cybernetics she is controlling REALLY become a threat..."
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "So they can show people proofs of their work and theory. Not all of them are suitable for active use. Besides, it's not right to play with other people's toys without permission."
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "I dunno..You /are/ a Maverick..which implies some insanity..but Double is beyond even that."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "I'm not a Maverick!"
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Retro Packrat transmits, "Well...one tries to pull my arm off, if that's a threat."
[RADIO: (B) World] Prismatic Spider transmits, "WAS a Maverick."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Yeah!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Psh. They seem to be pretty suitable for active use right now. They move pretty darn fast!"
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon giggles.
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "Whatever. THat might be even worse...Double is a turncoat...and you are now too...Once I'm out of here, I'm going to keep an eye on you..."
[RADIO: (C) RF-Hunters] Midi transmits, "I'm trying to cut her control from in here..."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Ehhh, whatever."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Thunderbolt ... ...
[RADIO: (B) World] Thunderbolt Raven transmits, "..."
Midi hrms... yes she's really making this difficult, especially for Midi. He's so easily the type to fall for the sweet and innocent act. "Listen, I just wanted to talk to you. If not here, some time else. There's some things that need to be discussed with you. I'm not going to try to attack you, or capture you, or anything like that, I just want to talk." The friendliness in Midi's voice is sincere (huzzah 77 charisma). Though in the sidelines, while he keeps Data occupied, he IS still trying to cut out her control, he has his other job to do as well, little UN hacker he is.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Pre-judging ... ... ... probably what made ... go ... ... return to ... Mavericks in the first place.
[RADIO: (B) World] Guts Man transmits, "Double double toil and trouble!"
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... TURNCOAT Prism! ... ... ... her!
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... so?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... never ... TRUST ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: She ... ... once ... to ... ... ... do ... again?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... her.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: I ... ... was prosecute?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... prosecution is ... legal system. Persecute ... ... happened ... ...
CyberData hrmphs! "Sometime else would be /great/, okay?" She eyes his buster. Grr! Her ears perk momentarily as she listens to her interception equipment... they're talking about /her/... and it doesn't sound too nice.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: I thought ... ... ... ... of prosecute.. ... ...
Arkay pans his head across a few degrees as he looks over the reploid hacker. He looks like the kind of thing one would build to defend against Ride Armors, so while it's understandable that there are many who are no longer phased by mere appearences after all they've seen, he's not used to being ignored entirely. "You have disrupted this conventione," he says. "Why?" Again the strange energy targeting hairs appear in front of him, this time locking onto the computer Data is using.
In the cyberworld, everything (including the avatars) seems to become brighter for a moment, but otherwise the scan has no effect.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: When ... get ... of ... ... going to ... ... eye ... her...and one ... of errant behavior ... will NOT hold ... boy. Does he ... ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Um... ... ... based off of ... ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Everybody ... errant ... anyway.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: She's naturally ... and ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: I put ... in ... ... issss ... ...
Data continues to just sit there. Whups.
CyberData quirks an eyebrow. What the porn? Whazzat?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Until we ... ... her what ... can ... ... do this ... going to keep happeneing. ... we can't ... it at the ... ... ... gun.
Retro Packrat grins, his alarm working. However, he notices the cloaked figure and his drones near Data. Quickly, he tries to put himself between him and Data. "Stop, Mister Midi's trying to talk her down, he might convince her to disconnect herself without a fight."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Mischevious ... ... ... ... ... ... add ... didn't ... ... ... ... criminal.
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon giggles again.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Oh wow! Remember ... ... ... ... ... Guts ... and ... threw ... ... BOULDER at the ... ... ...
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Throwin' water balloons does /not/ make me a criminal, I think!"
CyberMidi pauses, and dissolves the buster. "I can't really go on a loose promise to speak to me. If you want to prove to the world that you're not a Maverick, I'll need to speak with you. In the net, out in the real world, wherever. I'm extending my own good faith here. I want your word, Miss Data Raccoon." Oh, and he IS still trying to sever her connections, it's beyond stopping 'fun', whatever her own bizarre idea of fun is "But you do need to stop this chaos, if you want people to believe you're not a Maverick..."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... the ... ... ... almost ... Don't throw water balloons!
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Um... I think she might ... hacked our ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Prismatic ... ... help.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: What ... ... think ...
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon /laughs/.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... rephrase. Stealing Colonel's ... ... is mischevious...heeeey...that's a ... ... shiny....
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... anyone say ... about water ... ... ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ..no..
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Heeheehee!"
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Um... Thunderbolt?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Trust me. ... ... from Colonel's ... buttons.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... talked about ...
[RADIO: (B) World] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "I turn on my radio and get lots of laughing. Not sure if that's a good thing or not."
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Of course!"
[RADIO: (B) World] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Well, if it's the evil laugh, then it's not good. If it's the good laugh, then well... The principal pretty much explains itself."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... frequency ... I'm ... ... changing ... numbers!
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... wrong with ... buttons? I like ... buttons....Heeey...You're ... ... ... was quite ... ... He doesn't seem enraged ... ...
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon transmits, "Okay, whatever."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Who hacked into ... ... If it's ... I could always bust out ... ... Hacker Detection Test again.
[RADIO: (B) World] Gemini Man laughs at Jet.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Um... ... ... My solar refractors ... ... create an iridescent area ... me...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... does ... ... ... disco ... ... ... seen.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ADD stuff and ... think ... ... ... ...
Ricochet enters the New York - Wall Street.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ...
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... frequencies ... ... ... ... ... ... IT.
[RADIO: (B) World] Data Raccoon laughs again.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: We can ... the old ... to ... disinformation.
The cloaked figure just comes to a stop, glaring at Retro... The drones also come to a stop, halting their circling, and staying eerily still. And then, the figure speaks, in an icy cold voice. "...Move."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... pauses for a ... then offers "And people thought ... ... crazy for ... Rico."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: I hate ... ... stuff ... ... asleep.
CyberData eyes Midi...stares...for a long time. "...okay."
In one swift *blip*, Data's avatar disappears, and she opens her eyes again... to see Arkay.
The Raccoon lets out a shrill 'eep!' of momentary fear, again hitting her head on the table. Oops.
Data /zips/ out from under the table, maneuvering through booths with all the agility of a...raccoon.
Cyclops' appearance draws another quick 'eep!', but Data stops for no man. She just heads /straight/ for the door. No explanation given.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: G'night ... *pause* ... thought ... were ...
[RADIO: (E) UN-Secure] Retro Packrat transmits, "Dammit!"
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... It's just ... ... to know. ... any case has there been proper ... ... ... channel ... been tapped into?
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Well..He's ... ... know ... crazy.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Still trying ... figure it out.
[RADIO: (E) UN-Secure] Midi transmits, "Don't fret too much... I was able to talk to her, briefly..."
[RADIO: (E) UN-Secure] Retro Packrat sighs. "I shoulda tried to catch her, still..."
[RADIO: (E) UN-Secure] Midi transmits, "I believe I'll get a chance soon enough to speak with her again."
[RADIO] Transmission detected: Try to ... ... like ... ... the compromised frequency.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: ... ... ... doomed ... ... get ... here. It's ... ... time.
[RADIO] Transmission detected: What's ... Colonel's shiny ... ... ...
Retro Packrat steps back a bit as the cloaked man stares at him, but he tries to stay steadfast. "I can't. Mister Midi's still..." Then Data comes back to life and zips off, causing Retro to panic. "ACK!! COME BACK!! I......awww, dammit..." He falls to the ground, his dive over the table only getting him a face full of floor as Data runs away.
The chaos ceases as Data is unplugged, leaving Midi inside. Undoing what she had done is a simple matter with her not there to keep it going, and the cybernetics stop going haywire. Everything returning to normal, Midi returns to his home hub, to disconnect himself. oO(I'll hold you to that...) He thinks.
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