Third Leaf - Megaman Battle Network RP (IC)

{Some Music}

Twelve o’clock sharp. Zanadew City, the rising beacon of Netopia.

The steel and glass building rose up amongst the tall towers, staking it's own claim on the blue sky. It bore across its face a crimson R: the logo of Redion Incorporated. Truly, the building was an imposing structure, but one that the members of RIT would have to grow accustomed to. It would be their base of operations, after all.

The Redion building was located at a busy intersection, one with big television screens on several buildings. At the moment, most if not all covered the same news story: the latest 3Chl Cyberattack. This one happened to be at a nearby shopping center. Electronic locks hacked despite all security efforts and promises. Thankfully, Redion had intervened in time to keep the Mistuba Channel goons from getting away with the more expensive items, but the criminals vowed to return. This was a minor event, but one that served to establish the continued presence of Mitsuba Channel. It was just one of many events that served as the outcome of null’s declaration of free-reign.

The revolving door in the front gave way to a quick walk and an elevator ride up to the 30th floor of the building. Despite the ease of their entrance, every aspect of their journey from the door to the 30th floor was carefully monitored. Their appearance was logged and cross checked, their PETs were remotely scanned for possible virus infection, their records were checked, and their NetNavi data was mulled over. One after the other, the future members of the Redion International Taskforce filed into a boardroom and sat down at a long table. The room was decorated with Redion logos and rich woods. It looked classy.

Their NetNavis found themselves in a similar looking room. Floating screens showed differing angles of the physical boardroom, no doubt from security cameras. This room was decorated in cooler shades and with a more futuristic design; a Net standard, really.

Both NetOp and NetNavi would have a few moments to get acquainted with one another before the debriefing began.

"Why am I here?" Jack thought to himself. "I came here to look for Dad, but now I'm here with a bunch of strangers. This day can't get any worse!"

" Hey Jack! Can I fight some of these guys?"

"Great. Vile wants to fight. Again."

edited 27th Feb '15 2:17:41 PM by ZenithBloodedge

As he looked at each of the other people in the room, Detective - perhaps 'former detective' was a more accurate title now - Roswell had to suppress a sigh. Of the other folks in the room, not a one of them looked to be over 25, 30 tops. And most of them he pegged as easily being under 20 - frankly, the lot of 'em were probably young enough they could have easily been his kids.

"Great." He thought. "Babysitting. Just what I need."

He knew it was a stereotype that young folks were far more talented with the fancy shcmancy technology that was omnipresent in the modern age, but right now, that stereotype was staring him straight in the face. Hopefully, that would be far more true than he was imaging, since he knew full well that technology was most certainly not his field. And as much as he hated to admit it, any anti-crime group worth its salt needed plenty of technological prowess on its side if were to keep up with the enemy.

Easy as it was to break a computer, getting to that computer to break it was a whole 'nother story if that computer controlled all the pathways needed to get to it.

edited 27th Feb '15 2:15:59 PM by TheSpaceJawa

Io laid back in her chair with a bored look on her face. She sat with her feet crossed on the table, showing everyone sitting across from her the soles of her brown boots. A small pink bubble began to form at her mouth as her eyes swept the room, sizing everybody up. As the bubble grew larger and larger, it suddenly popped, and she closed her eyes and resumed chewing once more, her face giving no indication of what she thought of her future teammates.

Prometheus on the other hand, merely stood in the room with the other Navis, a menacing smile on his face and scythe by his side. That was about all he did however. Just standing there. Menacingly.

edited 27th Feb '15 2:23:32 PM by TehStanman

Seated at the corner of the table, was a young adult who looked rather unprofessional for the occasion; wearing a green sports jacket with a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt underneath, just open enough for someone to make out the words 'Eclectic Outlet' on the black t-shirt behind it. A black wire snaked up from the man's denim jean pockets, splitting into two as it approached its source: a pair of black-and-green headphones which currently rested over top of his ears.

Mike faintly bobbed his head, currently listening to the calm and steady beat stemming from his PET. Even so, he was far from distracted. He took a moment to catch a glance of anyone who entered the room after him, and gave a nod to anyone who had already been seated before.

He didn't really know what to make of his new co-workers, other than that they all, with one exception, seemed rather young for this line of work. He supposed it wasn't all that surprising however; it didn't matter how you are in this day and age. After all, there were stories about middle schoolers saving the whole world a while back. As long as they were all as good at it as a 13 year old could be, he figured they'd do just as fine.

Similarly, within the confines of a digital room, the boy's Net Navi tapped his foot, as if in perfect sync with his Operator. Not surprising, as the track they were listening to was one and the same.

Behind his visor, Beatman looked over his newly established teammates with blithe indifference. He made note of whatever equipment they possessed from what he could visibly see, but otherwise seemed to be content with focusing on his groove, at least until the conversational 'ice' was broken.

edited 27th Feb '15 2:53:18 PM by lightdarkhero250

"Alright, who's up first!?!? Come at me, you weaklings!!!!"

"Vile! Do you have a death wish or something? You won't be satisfied until you're deleted, will you?" yelled Jack.

"Come on, Jack! We haven't Net Battled since Netopia!"

"You fought all the way here in the plane! You fought with the cab driver, and tried to with everyone in the lobby!"

edited 27th Feb '15 2:45:53 PM by ZenithBloodedge

Rai entered the room whistling, the young hacker looked about. So this was the place? Interesting indeed.

"Don't do anything stupid," Gear reminded his Operator.

"Yeah yeah I know Gear."

edited 27th Feb '15 2:46:10 PM by EchoingSilence

"..." Silence. Eerily silent, at least too silent for Catriona's tastes. She was sitting in one of the chairs, twiddling with her PET as she looked around the room. She didn't fully understand why she was brought here but...here she is. "So...uh, how's it going?" She thought she'd try to break the ice a little.

—-

Storm Owl looked over the other Net Navis in the virtual room. These other Navis were...colorful, to say the least. Actually, they looked somewhat shady. But the bird would give them the benefit of the doubt.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know why I'm here?" Jack asked the room.

"Maybe we can find out by battling them! I'll take the scythe guy!" said Vile.

"Vile. Please shut up. We aren't battling until we know why we're here."

" Oh, come on!"

edited 27th Feb '15 3:18:23 PM by ZenithBloodedge

Rai stepped forward "Issues with your navi?"

He is a veritable blood knight. No surprise really. Many navis now and days are used for pure combat," Gear noted observing Vile.

Blaine was sitting on one of the chairs to the right corner of the table, his arms folded and his fingers tapping each arm with an inconscious slow and unintended rythm - except for his right hand's, which held his PET. For the ocasion, he wore a longsleeved grey shirt with few white patterns addorned near the neck and the hands, and long, classy social black pants. He stood like that since he arrived in the room, showing lack of interest on further analyzing his companions.

From the PET, a loud and deep sounding voice could be heard, and it broke the young man's concentration.

"Well well, it seems someone here is ready for a brawl that early in the morning". magmaDragon.exe turned his head to the purple armored NAVI with a cannon attached to their shoulder and smirked. "What do you say, Blaine? We could use this opportunity to prepare ourselves for whichever task our peers from Redion give us next".

"No. Use your head, Magma Dragoon", the young man answered with a bored and casual tone, his eyes now looking toward the PET screen, "What do you think would happen if they were to see us battling inside a meeting room like immature children on the first day of our job? Besides... The space is far too small for your maneuvres. Leave it for another, better ocasion".

The dragon-esque NAVI fumed from having his suggestion denied, yet in the end he nodded.

"Fine. So be it. Later, then", he accentuated the word for emphasis.

"Nope. We're just as clueless as you are." Catriona shrugged her shoulders in response to Jack's question.

"How uncouth. I've never seen a Navi with so little control..." Storm Owl mumbled under his...beak.

"Yeah." Jack said to the newcomer. " Saying he loves to fight would be understating it. I'm Jack. Jack Ursa."

And I'm Vile. Can I fight the robot?"

"Later, Vile."

edited 27th Feb '15 3:31:25 PM by ZenithBloodedge

"Rai Barton. My navi is Assault Gear.exe," Rai noted holding out his hand.

"It seems Boba Fett wishes to fight me. Amusing," Gear responded, he leaned forward and observed Vile "Unique design. Lot of power... but lacking in discipline."

"Nice to meet you, Rai."

"What did you say to me, birdbrain? Do you want to go too, Mr. Roboto?"

"Vile!" Jack turns to the to the girl who just spoke. "Thanks. And you are?"

edited 27th Feb '15 3:36:08 PM by ZenithBloodedge

"Oh, I'm Catriona! My partner is Storm Owl." She smiled pleasantly.

"Birdbrain? Is that suppose to be an insult?" Storm Owl huffed with his arms crossed.

"Hahahaha!" Prometheus let out a laugh at Vile's challenge.

He looked at Vile with a derisive expression on his face.

"It seems a bug has snuck into our systems. You better scuttle away, little bug, or I might have to squash you."

He took a step forward, as if he was really crushing something underneath his heel, and laughed again.

Io merely continued to steal glances from person to person, blowing another bubble every now and then.

edited 27th Feb '15 3:57:01 PM by TehStanman

"Sorry for Vile. He's gone a little stir-crazy. I'm Jack Ursa."

"Bring it on!"

"Vile! Stop!"

edited 27th Feb '15 3:48:21 PM by ZenithBloodedge

"Oh, it's alright. He's pretty interesting." Catriona told him, "And nice to meet ya, Jack.

"Nice to meet you too." said Jack.

edited 27th Feb '15 3:51:05 PM by ZenithBloodedge

Mike perked up as people began to introduce themselves. It seems they were finally getting past the 'awkward silence' phase. As such, he deftly paused the music coming from his PET and put his headphones down around his neck.

"Mike Giacoso. You know, while I wouldn't mind a netbattle, we should pro'ly wait for it until after the meeting, right?" He gave a polite smirk as he spoke his mind on the subject.

Beat, disappointed by the loss of music, finally brought himself to notice his fellow Navis getting a bit fired up.

"Heeeyyyy, we're supposed to be teammates right? So...maybe, we shouldn't, y'know, be picking fights with each other before we even get to know each others' names?" He spoke, with just a twinge of snark.

"The name's Beatman, but that's always feels kinda weird to say, so just call me Beat." The musical Net Navi tried to give off a friendly introduction, to hopefully break the tension.

edited 27th Feb '15 3:53:34 PM by lightdarkhero250

"Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm not really in the mood for a battle anyway." said Jack.

"I am! "

"Seriously! Stop, Vile!"

edited 27th Feb '15 3:57:57 PM by ZenithBloodedge

magmaDragoon.exe laughed at the situation before him, then faced Blaine with an expression that denoted victory. "I suppose there will be fighting, regardless if we want it or not".

"Keep out of this", the operator answered curtly. "I won't discuss about this anymore".

"Fine. But if I am ever caught in the crossfire, someone will pay for it". His victorious smirk did not leave his face. "I think I can break that NAVI's cannon before he has a chance to fire something at me, if it comes to that. Doesn't seem that hard".

Blaine sighed, but left his NAVI unanswered. Instead he faced his companions with a casual smile, gesticulating with his hands as he proggressed on his speech.

"Hello there. My name is Blaine, and that antipathic dragon over there is my NAVI, Magma Dragoon. Don't worry about him, though. He won't do a thing if you leave him alone. And if he does", the young man looked toward his PET screen, "I'll have to disconnect you, for the sake of our job. So, please, don't try to get us fired on our first day, will you?".

"Glad to meet ya, Mike." Catriona grinned, "So what were you listening to with those headphones anyway?"

—-

Storm Owl looked over to Beat, taking a breath as he lowered his guard, "I suppose you are right. It would look very unprofessional if we were to suddenly start fighting." He agreed, "And I am Storm Owl."

A low whistle.

"Yeah, I'm impressed too."

"Yep. May not be the tallest in the world, but hey... doesn't matter when you're right under it."

Fernando MacGuinness crossed the busy intersection. He didn't even need to look at the televisions to know what they were talking about; it seemed that Mitsuba Channel was making quite the name for themselves out there. Their latest cyberattack had seemed to knock an entire shopping center out for a little while; fortunately, there were heroes to contain it, but what if there weren't any next time? Or if they went after a larger target?

Well... suppose that's where I come in, really.

A trip through a revolving door led to an elevator ride (RifleMan, the peculiar range-loving Navi inside Fernando's PET, quietly made a quip about music that wasn't really all that funny). He was all too aware of the security camera inside, not that he paid the thing any mind. He had nothing to hide.

Finally, the doors opened, and Fernando stepped out into the room. He strolled with a gait that was less "self-confidence" and more "lack of shits to give", as he found an empty chair and sat down, producing his PET from a pocket.

"Alright, Rife. Have fun. Don't cause too much trouble and don't spend all your Zenny in one place."

"Shoot everything and buy that supercar you always wanted, got it."

Riding on the crest of radio waves, RifleMan shot into the network, where he proceeded to lay eyes on the usual boardroom; almost an exact copy of the regular boardroom with the exception of more vibrant colors and holograms displaying scurity footage of the room. As Fernando calmly looked over those he was going to be working with, RifleMan calmly strode over to a chair, and sat down, kicking his feet up onto the table and letting out a contented sigh.

edited 28th Feb '15 8:38:02 AM by SpartyMcFly