//001 recon.

[stormsworn]

Who: Raiden and you!
When: Now
Where: Citro Plains
What: Raiden scouts out the unfamiliar territories, and finds a place of particular interest in Cosmos territory.
Type: Begins log style, but action tags are fine too.
Notes/Warnings: tl;dr introspection, unstable cyborgs, violence. 8)b

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[mountain_sage]

Saleh could indeed since the commotion up ahead as he walked along the once peaceful plains. He could barely make out the figure from a distance, fighting off the Cosmos mannequins. The figure had to be a Chaos warrior of the mannequins were attacking him. That much was certain. Cautiously, Saleh walked forward to meet the figure, stopping several feet away to give the cyborg enough room to fight his battle.

[stormsworn]

Even without looking, Raiden could tell he was no longer alone, but his attention was fixed entirely on his enemy. He sidestepped a blow from the manikin's shield with unnatural ease and deflected a sword strike with his own katana. Then he slashed his sword downwards, leaving a deep gash across the copy's crystal breastplate. It didn't relent in its assault, though, the False Hero using its shield to knock Raiden into the air. He used the momentum to flip backwards onto the ground, and, not stopping for a second, took the opening and rushed forwards. In the blink of an eye his sword was buried in the manikin's stomach. It collapsed, then exploded into crystal dust.

Unfazed, the cyborg wiped his sword on his arm to clean it of crystal shrapnel. Then he turned his attention to Saleh, coolly assessing if the sage was a threat.

[mountain_sage]

Saleh stood silently, calm for the moment. He had been expecting Raiden to attack, but after a moment, he decided that it wasn't going to happen just yet. Saleh cautiously moved forward slowly, apprehensively. From his own assessment, only two things were certain: This cyborg was a new arrival, and he was on Chaos. So for the moment, he had only one question.

"Why are you here?"

[stormsworn]

Raiden didn't move, but his eyes bored into Saleh's as the sage drew closer and he kept his sword drawn. The tiniest wrong move could give a clue to the stranger's intention of attacking, and the best place to judge that was always an opponent's eyes.

"Going to stop me?" His voice was neutral, flat.

[nullnullvier]

004 had searched for the cyborg he'd spoken with over the crystals. However, he'd eventually been forced to accept that the other cyborg was with Chaos. Whether this meant that they'd be enemies or not remained to be seen.

At any rate, he certainly wasn't expecting to find the cyborg at Citro Plains. He watched the other cyborg face the False Hero, ready to step in if it was necessary.

[stormsworn]

Raiden needed no assistance. He was trading blow for blow expertly with the False Hero. Then the manikin used both sword and shield as a weapon, a tactic which surprised him. The manikin landed a hit, a streak of white artificial blood blotching his arm. Gritting his teeth, he moved lightning-fast, sidestepping the manikin. One clean slice hacked off its sword arm, the next he stabbed his blade through its chest and it gave a distorted cry of pain and crumpled, becoming nothing more than crystal dust.

A gruesome way to die, had the construct been human, but it wasn't. These manikins were just like machines; mindless. He doubted they even felt pain, only imitated it.

Ignoring his wound, Raiden glanced over his shoulder to 004, and his eyes narrowed. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was any of the other cyborg's questions.

[nullnullvier]

Enhanced speed and strength. No surprise there. An armored exoskeleton which was no doubt tougher than 004's own artificial skin, perhaps even tougher than 005's. Thankfully, he didn't appear to have an accelerator. His blood had been replaced with a white substance which 004 didn't recognize. And he used a sword? An odd choice. But given the dark color of his armor compared to 004's flashy red uniform, perhaps this cyborg was made for stealth situations, where a sword would be a better choice than a noisy gun.

At any rate, this cyborg's enhancements were far beyond the mass-produced cyborgs Black Ghost had used in Africa. He was clearly at least as advanced as a 00 cyborg.

"You're very powerful," he said.

[stormsworn]

Raiden turned to face 004 fully, but kept his sword lowered and made no move like he was about to attack. He was coiled and ready to strike in his own self defence if he had to, though.

Ignoring the comment, he decided to cut straight to the chase. "Why were you watching me?"

[greek_maverick]

Sigma had been doing multiple things on his latest outing, and found himself once again on the Citro Plains. A perfect staging ground if ever there was one. The weather was ideal for testing the limits of his new body, and there was an abundance of space, with no shortage of opponents. Coupled with the variety in fighting styles, he was gathering a large amount of performance data, all of which was on par with the body the X-Hunters had built for him. Perfect. The schematics were still viable and very adaptable.

However, he needed one more thing to complete the compilation of performance data; a live opponent. As challenging as some of the crystal constructs were, they lacked the forethought of a living opponent - Human or Reploid. Once he found a live target in the form of Raiden, he opted to bring his chaotic advance to a slow, sheathing the claws in his gauntlets and pulling his cape around him as he advanced.