Rogue

[Albert Wesker]

"You seem to have rather a lot of garbage data there, chum."

The other voice was highly unexpected, and it gave the little helper program pause, making him whirl about, cyber-broom raised and ready to ward off any hostility. But all he was met with was the sight of another navi. It didn't do much to his trepidation, especially given the appearance of the other. Judging by appearances was rarely a good thing to do — especially among navis — but it was a dreadfully difficult habit to shake. And when you were staring down someone a full head taller than you, nearly twice as broad at the shoulder, and with a massive cart nearly overflowing with junk and garbage data toted behind it...it was a little hard not to jump to unpleasant conclusions. That was the primary reason Cricket remained on guard as he warily spoke up, "Oh, yes...it's been a rather busy time around here lately. So many viruses to contend with. I'm rather surprised they're even here."

The ominous navi just chuckled. "Oh, you'll learn not to be so surprised sooner or later, chum... Sometimes folks just go and summon things without meaning to, y'see. And if someone from your own world is hangin' around, who knows what they might go summoning witout meanin' to, eh?"

Slowly, the cyber broom in Cricket's hands lowered. "Well...yes. I suppose so." His eyes slowly spun this way and that, rotating and zooming in to focus more thoroughly on the navi. "I don't mean to be rude, but...who might you be, exactly? I wasn't expecting company, so this has caught me rather off-guard."

"Oh, I gathered as much when you looked about ready to broom me upside the dome." An absolutely gargantuan mitt of a hand was lifted in a lazy wave, dismissing the entire matter. "As for who I am...well... Name's Crunch. I'm a breaker. Wander around, collecting old bits of deleted, broken data hangin' around here in the dataverse. Smash it down into manageable chunks, haul it off to my boss. Miracle worker, he is; can even convert junk data into something useful."

Cricket finally relaxed fully, letting his arms drop to his sides. "Oh. I see. It certainly sounds like busy work."

"Eeeeh....busy's one way to put it, alright. Certainly no shortage of work. Lucky I'm not the only one on call, though. Never get a moment's rest, otherwise." Crunch turned aside, looking over the pile of garbage data that had been gathered up. "Anyway...long as I'm here, don't suppose you'd mind if I get this mess off your hands?"

"Oh, no, please do so. I was rather at a loss as to what to do with it, myself."

"Fantastic. Should be just enough to make a full load so's I can start headin' back to drop it off. Sure the boss'll be pleased." A flourish later and the massive hand he had revealed shimmered, morphing into an equally massive hammer. "Might wanna stand back. Can be a bit messy, smashing it up to manageable size and such."

Cricket needed no second bidding.