002 - [Locked to Zero; unhackable]

[variabletamer]

Zero? Are you still in one piece?

Sorry it took so long, but I'm finally back from the afterlife. That was the weirdest trip I've ever been on. I think I can get off the ship at this city.

Where are you now?

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[sclassedge]

Oh, good, you made it back in one piece. Any booty to show for your troubles?

And you kind of get used to the afterlife after a couple times.

...

As for me, I'm fine. Except for the fact I've been wandering through an underground maze beneath Junk City for over a week with Ryuudamon, a giant, transforming alien robot, and his partner, who's a loud-mouthed, very large, very yellow, armadillo.

Every time I try to stick my head above ground a patrol tries to blow it off.

So. Me? I'm dandy.

[variabletamer]

I said not to worry, didn't I. And no, no booty. I actually had to pay to get out of the afterlife.

Is Ryuudamon your partner digimon? Alien robot?

You've been under Junk City all this time? It's been weeks.

Wait... why are the patrols shooting at you? What did you do?

[sclassedge]

Pay? ...you know, if I knew that, things would've been a hell of a lot easier. They accept cash, or credit?

Yeah, Ryuudamon's my partner. He has this thing about... "destiny," and whatnot, and keeps talking like I'm some sort of samurai.

As for the robot? Yeah. Alien. Thought he was a bugged out mechaniloid at first, but he's too smart for that, and not a reploid. Comes from a planet called "Cybertron," and calls himself an Autobot. There's another faction of them called Decepticons, apparently, and the way he talks it kinda reminds me of...

Well, lets say, from what I gather? The Autbots would be sorta like us Hunters, at least so far as being "good robots" goes. The Decepticons would be Mavericks, essentially.

...weeks? No, it's pretty easy to lose track of time down here, but... only been a week here.

...

And I didn't do anything except try to defend myself. Now all of a sudden I'm wanted.

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[variabletamer]

I don't think she accepts either, really... It was weird. Everyone on the crew had to pay, but she accepted different things from everyone. ...She took raw weapons-grade plasma out of my arm as payment.

Samurai? Well, you are a swordsman...

...You get aliens. I get ancient goddesses and the literal End of the World. Just our luck, huh? At least they're not evil goddesses and aliens.

...

...Only a week? Are you sure? My chronometer-- Hang on.