05-22-2017, 06:15 PM
The Mega Man perked up, alerted by the sudden indicator that had appeared. After a brief moment of hesitation, he opened the incoming mail.
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Greetings.
I see you have been accessing the various reports regarding the recent stream of Nebula activity. Your speed and probing is quite commendable, despite the digital footprint you have left.
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X blinked once, dismissing the message momentarily and refreshing his eye-cameras. A trail? That might be an issue he would have to check out later. The android forced a diagnostic of the message, confirming it held no sort of nasty surprise in store - no results were found in the code. Cautious nonetheless, X opened the mail again and continued where he left off.
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My name is Dr. Regal. I have been investigating these events for some time now, for the organization known as Nebula is something of a personal threat in my past. I've found that this force is growing quite powerful, using the dangerous influence of Dark Data to augment themselves and the world. It is becoming too potent of a force to ignore, as not even well-trained soldier teams can put a stop to Nebula's operations.
Thus, I have been forced to turn to the raw capabilities of Primes to solve this matter. I have already sent out a call to many potentially helpful Primes who could dispatch of these operations and put a stop to Nebula. I would be fortunate to have your assistance as well, if you would be capable. If it would inspire you to consider my offer, I have a suitable reward of Omnilium prepared for everyone that aids me in destroying these strongholds across the Omniverse.
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The android stopped himself again for a moment. As fitting as it should be to behave in an altruistic manner, that potential reward stood out to X. Omnilium: that substance, that resource Omni offered. If X wanted to continue working in similar operations across this new expanse of worlds, he would need much more than he had now. With much of his functions currently inoperable, and without any dedicated place to repair or recharge himself, the former Maverick Hunter bore little in the way of solid foundation for repeated liberation missions. The solution seemed as if it might only come with more of this wish-granting material, this Omnilium.
Reconsidering his priorities, X resumed the message:
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Attached to this message is a Data Packet. Should you accept it, I will take it as an indication you are willing to help me in disposing of Nebula. My various assistants will be informed to provide you with a Liberator Aide, a special device of my design. The Liberator Aide contains processed for an advanced shielding network and accelerated healing routine, as well as a radar for detecting Nebula signatures and a processor for utilizing any Battle Chips you may come across.
Do no worry about finding my assistants; they will find you. The devices are built to track any listed Liberators in a given verse, and you can use this to find other Primes potentially informed of my cause. Find these allies and work together to locate and destroy the Strongholds in each Verse.
The fate of the very Omniverse as we know it may depend on these operations.
-Dr. Regal, Coruscant Tier 2 Science Team
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Although X could discern no reason to immediately distrust Dr. Regal, he scanned the included Data packet once again. The process confirmed there was no sort of virus or bug present that the android's systems could detect. X perused carefully over the message once again, thinking hard about accepting this. As much as it could very possibly be a trap, any evidence that suggested it absolutely was appeared slim. Even if it were legitimate, his opening the attachment would immediately put a great responsibility on his shoulders, one X wasn't sure if he could handle just yet.
He opened it anyway. Instead of any image or document, a program revealed itself, immediately sending some sort of signal out. X could not determine the contents of the outbound message before it finished, the program promptly closing itself.
Hopefully that was a good thing.
The android looked around again, trying to gain some sense of his bearings. He had unfortunately not made much headway since the beginning of his walk. Resolving to go with one of the worlds closest to where he currently stood, X redoubled his pace, no longer automating his steps. There was work to be done.
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Greetings.
I see you have been accessing the various reports regarding the recent stream of Nebula activity. Your speed and probing is quite commendable, despite the digital footprint you have left.
-----
X blinked once, dismissing the message momentarily and refreshing his eye-cameras. A trail? That might be an issue he would have to check out later. The android forced a diagnostic of the message, confirming it held no sort of nasty surprise in store - no results were found in the code. Cautious nonetheless, X opened the mail again and continued where he left off.
-----
My name is Dr. Regal. I have been investigating these events for some time now, for the organization known as Nebula is something of a personal threat in my past. I've found that this force is growing quite powerful, using the dangerous influence of Dark Data to augment themselves and the world. It is becoming too potent of a force to ignore, as not even well-trained soldier teams can put a stop to Nebula's operations.
Thus, I have been forced to turn to the raw capabilities of Primes to solve this matter. I have already sent out a call to many potentially helpful Primes who could dispatch of these operations and put a stop to Nebula. I would be fortunate to have your assistance as well, if you would be capable. If it would inspire you to consider my offer, I have a suitable reward of Omnilium prepared for everyone that aids me in destroying these strongholds across the Omniverse.
-----
The android stopped himself again for a moment. As fitting as it should be to behave in an altruistic manner, that potential reward stood out to X. Omnilium: that substance, that resource Omni offered. If X wanted to continue working in similar operations across this new expanse of worlds, he would need much more than he had now. With much of his functions currently inoperable, and without any dedicated place to repair or recharge himself, the former Maverick Hunter bore little in the way of solid foundation for repeated liberation missions. The solution seemed as if it might only come with more of this wish-granting material, this Omnilium.
Reconsidering his priorities, X resumed the message:
-----
Attached to this message is a Data Packet. Should you accept it, I will take it as an indication you are willing to help me in disposing of Nebula. My various assistants will be informed to provide you with a Liberator Aide, a special device of my design. The Liberator Aide contains processed for an advanced shielding network and accelerated healing routine, as well as a radar for detecting Nebula signatures and a processor for utilizing any Battle Chips you may come across.
Do no worry about finding my assistants; they will find you. The devices are built to track any listed Liberators in a given verse, and you can use this to find other Primes potentially informed of my cause. Find these allies and work together to locate and destroy the Strongholds in each Verse.
The fate of the very Omniverse as we know it may depend on these operations.
-Dr. Regal, Coruscant Tier 2 Science Team
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Although X could discern no reason to immediately distrust Dr. Regal, he scanned the included Data packet once again. The process confirmed there was no sort of virus or bug present that the android's systems could detect. X perused carefully over the message once again, thinking hard about accepting this. As much as it could very possibly be a trap, any evidence that suggested it absolutely was appeared slim. Even if it were legitimate, his opening the attachment would immediately put a great responsibility on his shoulders, one X wasn't sure if he could handle just yet.
He opened it anyway. Instead of any image or document, a program revealed itself, immediately sending some sort of signal out. X could not determine the contents of the outbound message before it finished, the program promptly closing itself.
Hopefully that was a good thing.
The android looked around again, trying to gain some sense of his bearings. He had unfortunately not made much headway since the beginning of his walk. Resolving to go with one of the worlds closest to where he currently stood, X redoubled his pace, no longer automating his steps. There was work to be done.