Any socialization was interrupted by a loud noise. The doors of the room opened to let in a rather short woman in a dark red suit with the Redion logo on her lapel. Curiously, on the opposite side of that logo was one of a tire behind an engine. Her Navi’s Mark, presumably. A set of rectangular spectacles rested on the bridge of her nose, framing bright green eyes in twin bright-red settings.
Behind her rushed in a much taller man in a cream colored dress shirt. He carried in his hands countless papers and a messy clipboard (almost as messy as his mass of brown hair). The occasional paper would slip out of his grasp and he’d recklessly attempt to reclaim it. Clearly, this man was an assistant of some sort. On a pin that was futilely attempting hold back his black locks was a small symbol of clouds and a ram’s horns. His Navi’s mark.
The woman stood at the far end of the table, near a large blank wall. She cleared her throat. “I assume you all know why you are here, yes? Mitsuba Channel.” Her voice featured a hint of a North Eastern Netopian accent. “My name is May Hammond. I will be the commander of the Redion International Taskforce, and I will provide you with your missions. Next to me is-” Ms. Hammond sighed. “Richard Phillips, my assistant.” Richard nodded once, quickly. A silent and nervous greeting.
“Before I begin, does anyone need any clarification on our purpose here?”
The loud revving of an engine roared out amidst the NetNavi’s idle chatter. From literally nowhere, a bike materialized mid-jump and crashed onto the virtual board room’s table. Its rider swerved, leaving a black skid on the digital surface. As the rider dismounted, the bike he rode on dematerialized, returning to the base packets of data that formed it. He featured the same mark Ms. Hammond bore. He was colored a bright red, and featured racing stripes. In a single casual motion, he flicked up the visor of his “helmet”, revealing his expressive eyes.
From the regular entrance came an especially irate looking NetNavi. This one had two large “discs” on its head, emulating a pair of horns. It was clad in warm looking garments, and an apparently knit hat. This one had Richard’s Navi Mark.
“NitroMan!” The angry one yelled out, “What kind of entrance was that supposed to be?! You’re supposed to be a professional, damnit, now act like one!”
“I do what I want, Sheeps.” NitroMan spat out as a reply, before turning around to view the Navis that surrounded him. He stayed standing atop the table.
“Who’s the annoyin' one I could hear even before I entered this room?” NitroMan called out, his voice clearly brimming with obvious irritation. “The one yappin' like a stray dog?”
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"Gear motioned towards Vile, "He is a dedicated fighter though annoying about it. Apparently won't stop until he gets through a fight with someone. Current theory is that he isn't too bright."
Rai ignored the rude comment his Navi had and focused on the new people in the room, "Why did you need a hacker?" He asked.
Fernando jumped slightly at the loud noise of the doors slamming open, then turned to regard the two Rediron representatives. He studied the two – a professional and… someone laid back. At the same time, though, he got the feeling he’d like the woman more.
“You brought us here to take down Mitsuba Channel, correct?”
RifleMan looked around to try to find the source of the rumbling, before a bike smashed into the table. Fortunately, the digital table was much stronger than it seemed, and as the rider skidded to a stop RifleMan whooped and clapped for his entrance. “God damn, you know how to make an entrance! As for the annoying guy…” He pointed over to Vile.
edited 27th Feb '15 6:34:28 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ms. Hammond nodded. "In its simplest form, yes. You are here to make up a taskforce to take down Mitsuba Channel and end their reign once and for all." she replied, raising her hand and tightening her hand into a fist. She was wearing motorcycle gloves.
She coughed once. "That isn't to say we're above the law or anything. We are.. we're going to be a Privately-Owned Security force here. So no, we're not technically cops, but we can basically act like them."
Richard organized the papers onto the table in front of Ms. Hammond. He idly scratched his head once he was done.
He cleared his throat, then began to speak: "We hired a hacker simply because Mitsuba Channel employs hackers. We suspect you will understand their methods and will help us combat them, with the right monetary incentive." His voice was surprisingly low for someone of his appearance.
"You then, huh?" NitroMan said, looking down at Vile. He crouched down, if only to show that he had to. "Ya definitely seem like the whiny type ta me."
"Just once, just once I want Nitro not to act like this." SheepMan muttered, bringing his hand up to his brow.
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"His arms on the table and his head lying on them, Steven was essentially knocked out in the middle of the briefing. During the early period of socialization he mainly just watched, until it got boring enough for him to pass out right there. Even as the woman and her assistant had came in, he hadn't even budged, certainly a heavy sleeper to the point that someone who looked over to him could think he just flat-out died there and it would have been a valid assumption.
In the meantime, Squid Adler was idly listening to the conversations, his arms crossed as he had a distinct expression of annoyance on his face. Likely in response to his operator behavior, but also because he was already finding Vile and Nitro Man utterly grating to hear. With all that, he remained silent, having to pay double the attention to the briefing considering his operator had decided to fall asleep at the most inconvenient time possible. He could have awakened him up, but he felt it was probably better for him to get whatever scolding he was going to get for his unprofessional attitude.
"So, you tricked me into coming here? You lied about having info on my dad, had me come all the way from Netopia, just so you guys could take down Mitsuba?!?" said the absolutely furious Jack.
edited 27th Feb '15 7:14:46 PM by ZenithBloodedge
The measure of a man is not his courage, but rather the size of his gun.Richard opened his mouth to speak again, but was quickly interrupted by Ms. Hammond raising her own voice. "Basically, yes."
Ms. Hammond then turned her gaze toward Jack. Rather than grow irritated at his anger, she appeared sympathetic and pitying. "Jack, I assume? We do have information on your father... we have reason to believe he's been forcibly inducted into Mitsuba Channel to work on some devices they recently stole from a lab.. somewhere in Electopia."
"Mr. Ursa's one of Netopia's finest minds. It's not much of surprise to think they took him." Richard said quietly.
"He's always like this. He's an irritating bastard to work with, but he's a damn good fighter." SheepMan replied, letting out a defeated sigh. For such a cute looking Navi, SheepMan was an avid swearer.
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants""That was the plan." Ms. Hammond said, shrugging her shoulders. "Anyone else need some clarification?"
"I'd love to say so, but I'm pretty sure I'm just better at having, you know, COMMON SENSE!" SheepMan replied, yelling the last word out towards NitroMan.
The Navi in question stood up from his previously crouched position. He cleared his throat, and took up a decidedly more serious tone of voice.
"I take it you've all heard of what your operators have been told? Let me get to the specifics here, since we're probably going to end up doing more work than they are. We're going to be diving deep into 3Chl controlled systems and liberating them from their control. Since they're a pretty sneaky bunch, we're mostly just going to be a mobile response team. That is, until we start uncovering some data from them. If we can destroy enough of the Viruses they throw around, our research team has written an algorithm that can begin to trace their source. Then, we attack them from the inside and put them down."
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants""So." RifleMan leaned forward, crossing his hands. "We shoot many viruses to bits, so that the Rediron R&D team can study the bits, so we can go find the people making them and blow their organization to bits."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Steven was still in his slumber, though at least he wasn't snoring.
"Sounds like a simple enough plan. Deleting viruses shouldn't be a very difficult task with such a large team." said Squid Adler, finally decided to break the silence he enforced upon himself. He had a more composed expression now and had since unfolded his arms, seeing that his operator probably wasn't going to take part in the briefing any time soon.
edited 27th Feb '15 7:46:24 PM by FullMoon
"OH GOD, SO LATE, SORRY!" A dark-skinned youth scuttled into the room and settled down. Faro Morris, losing his goddamn mind in a panic and hoping to god he wouldn't get in trouble for it.
Meanwhile, the portly net navi chillPenguin.exe glided across the ground and into the room, then lounged into a corner. "Not my fault." He squawked out. "Owner couldn't get me into an access point."
"I'm so, so sorry!" Faro exclaimed, leaning across the table. "I—I got lost, and couldn't... whatever, sorry." He took a deep breath. "Right."
Childd Penguin sighed and shook his head. "Newbies."
"You never heard of Neo Jazz? If you want I'll let ya hear a bit some ti—" Mike fell silent as the two RIT figures made their entrance. Things were finally gonna get rolling.
—-
He mostly sat back and listened in on the intel. Most of it he sorta figured out—They weren't collecting skilled netbattlers and hackers for nothing—but it still kind of surprised him that they'd be going after a group like Mitsuba Channel, especially under a Private-Owned corporation.
"Um...I don't wanna be rude but, what do you mean by, going to be a private-owned security force? And, do we actually have the go-ahead to do this? Like, the police don't care if a bunch of civilians are going out and messing with a criminal organization?" He hoped his question didn't come off as dumb or cowardly; if anything the job was sounding more interesting by the minute.
Mike then noticed someone slouched over at the table...were they sleeping?
Being seated somewhat close to him, Mike attempted to silently wake Steven up with a light nudge in the shoulder. Should it not be enough, he would try again only a bit harder.
"Huh...Well, the job sounds fun to me at least! Just busting viruses can't be too hard..." Beat smiled confidently.
He didn't want to seem arrogant, however. He did have a question to ask the two RIT Navis. "Do you guys got an idea of what kinda viruses 3 Chan got up it sleeves though? I'm guessing we're not just going after Mettaurs."
edited 27th Feb '15 8:24:04 PM by lightdarkhero250
I'm a ghost, you didn't see me."Sorry... pfff... trying..." Faro took a deep breath. "Just late, is all. Please don't kick me out ma'am, I can prove I'm a good asset!"
"Hey, man, I'm just the muscle." Chill Penguin replied, pointing a suddenly-existing finger at Storm Owl. "That's on him to get here in time. Gonna be honest, Faro also probably just wanted me to be late with him."

"Well, I definitely won't argue with that, yeah. Things'll definitely be interesting with him around. And hopefully the good kind of interesting, and not the bad kind of interesting."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."