Cranky Hunter lieutenant is cranky.

[final_number]

[Sure. Transfer to Giga City, check on the operational status of Hunter Base there, make sure Mavericks aren't doing anything stupid in the area... lather, rinse, repeat.

Zero's pretty sure that's not the real reason he's here. He suspects the real reason he's here is because he said one too many of the wrong things the wrong way in a meeting again

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[dwn_000]

[Zero finally gave a long and angry sigh, slumping against a nearby wall in defeat.

This place was like a gleaming white labyrinth full of dead-ends and roadblocks that had toyed with him for hours. Every time he tried to access the computer systems to find out where he was he only got blaring security errors, and his personal Hunter frequency tried in vain to find a connection. His futile attempts of asking for help even got him confused and suspicious looks, to the point that he had to avoid his fellow Hunters.

He felt like he has been maliciously cut off from the world, like someone had played a nasty prank behind his back.

He gazed across the main plaza with a resentful glare, hating how he felt so utterly lost. He wanted something, anything to happen so he'd feel like he knew what the hell he was doing ...]

((OOC: I figure he'd have problems accessing anything, being 100 years out of date and all.))

bwahahahahahahahahahha *cough*

[irregularlight]

[Here is a strange sight! A slim Reploid in shades of dusty lavender and white armor floats gently a few feet above the floor, moving toward Zero's position down one of these labyrinthine hallways. A floating data sheet is before him,and he's gazing into it thoughtfully as he drifts, not quite paying attention to where he's going.

The reploid does manage to notice Zero- it's hard to miss something that red- and he pushes aside the data screen to peer curiously at the newcomer, finally drifting to within arm's length.]

Excuse me, but you're quite out of place. This area is off-limits to unauthorized personnel.

[The newcomer's voice is very light, gentle - childlike in a way. The visible amber eye of the reploid scrutinizes Zero keenly.]

*POINTS* Evil, I tell you. EVIL!

[dwn_000]

[He lets out a groan, tapering it off before the lavender reploid realizes how tired he is of this bullshit. He slowly stands up straight, trying to keep his face neutral.]

Sorry about that.

[There's a pause. He inwardly chafes at the idea of asking for directions, making his lips thin into a thin white line, but his irriation makes him give in.]

Would you mind telling me where to go?

I'm just an innocent research assistant. Surely you mean someone else. ♥

[irregularlight]

[the white Reploid shakes his head, touching his fingers to his forehead a moment.]

Hmm. I can accompany you to the exit, but I believed I was familiar with all of the experiments in progress on this level, and you do not fit the templates. We were also quite sure this area was secured against intrusion. Before I can allow you to leave, I'd like to know how you accessed this level. Kindly explain?

OHSHI-

[dwn_000]

[Well, crap. He tightened his jaw, staring back at the one amber eye as his mind raced for a plausible lie. An awkward silence yawned between them before he finally averted his gaze, grumpily folding his arms.]

I don't know. I just managed to blunder my way here.

[irregularlight]

[Lumine cocks his head, and then gives Zero a withering look that is at the same time excruciatingly pleasant and polite.]

I'm afraid that I don't believe that to be so. Your general description matches that of Maverick Hunter Zero, the acting special coordinator of the area. However, my understanding is that Zero is not authorized to access these levels of the facility, under Federation executive order 754-Delta-3.

[Lumine drifts back a few feet, eye half-closed.]

The closest access elevator to the public levels is 150 feet to your right past two left turns.

[dwn_000]

[Zero kept his face steady under that withering stare, although his fingers itched with the desire to wipe that look off his face. But he nodded; he knew when to back off and retreat when he had to.]

Thanks.

[He turned and started walk off, trying to escape the odd reploid's scrutiny before it landed him in more trouble. Now that Lumine couldn't see his expression, he let his confusion play across his face - he was an acting special coordinator, but wasn't allowed access down here? Since when could he weild that sort of authority? Nothing around here made sense.]