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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it!                    Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6431 days Last view: 6429 days |
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| Disclaimer: Do not own official RockMan EXE characters, except my custom characters. Schwa and all Psiwarrior terms are owned by Schwa.
During the time David and Alia are in college doing work and attending classes, Forte begins to have minor thoughts on a certain Psiwarrior. A famous man named Schwa, a person not known on this part of the universe. Forte clarifies that Schwa hasn’t vanished yet, and that one day the Psiwarrior shall return... which he told himself when taking out a small army of dark Navis in the Uranet. |=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=| Well, there they go again, speeding off towards Singe City just to get to their first class before they arrive late. Heh, David overslept and his wife isn’t too happy they only have five minutes to get there. “Oh well, the hyper drive mode would get them there in less than two minutes unless they stalled out on the highway.” Forte left and headed towards his room, and plugged into the cyberworld. * * * Once inside his HP, he shooed away the various friendly Met viruses that would show up, and then exit his HP, fly straight towards Area 2, and use the black hole to go to Black Earth, then use the other portal and enter the Uranet. “Hmm, I always feel at ease here...” He opened his right hand, which started glowing faintly with the three words of the Assets; Virtue, Respect, and Honor. The glow itself was a golden shade of honey, almost similar to sunlight, but flared brightly of holy energy. Those were three words that were once not known by the Black Shadow. But over the years, he’s come to terms, especially since he’s absorbed trace elements of the Assets. “We’ve become somewhat like rivals since that day we did battle. We have two major encounters; once when we met in Black Earth... then our second encounter was our rematch, the one you won. On other terms we we’re simply either temporary teammates, or part of a huge battle.” He slowly closed his eyes. Schwa was no pushover. Despite being human, he proved that he was indeed a powerful warrior, one that driven the Black Shadow to be even stronger in himself, and fuel the passion for battle. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found himself surrounded by an army of punks. It appeared the holy variant of the Assets may have attracted these evil Navis... like a moth attracted to a light. “Well boys, it looks like some lone warrior shown up on our turf,” said the leader, who was in black and gray armor. The rest of the twenty grunts we’re blood red and light red in variation. “Let’s waste him!” And just as that, they all charged him. Forte smirked as he flipped overhead five sword swipes, tossing his cloak off his body into the air. The attacks only deleted the first five attackers, as the rest summoned up cannons and fired at the Black Shadow. “Earth Breaker!” He flew down, blocking the shots with the LifeAura, and collided with the ground, wiping out ten more of the punks before he floated back some distance. “Combine those chips we stolen from the surface net! Wipe this bastard out!” The leader cried. The remaining five all summoned the ZetaCannon3 Program Advance, and unleash a hailstorm of powerful blasts. The attacks all collided with Forte, bringing up a wild storm of explosions and smoke. When they ceased fire, the smoke remained. “Hey boss! We got him!” “Think again...” And suddenly Forte warped before the first grunt and severed his upper torso from his legs with his Dark Arm Blade, before a fired Hells Rolling that vertically sliced the last four, deleting them. The leader obviously knew when to retreat, as he turned and high-tailed it out of there. However, Forte wasn’t gonna let him escape as a smirk curled on his lips. “Schwa, wherever you may be... return soon my friend. Alpha Psibeam!” Forte swung his index and middle fingers in an arc fashion, releasing an arc of golden holy energy that homed in on the Navi. Despite rolling to the side to dodge it, it quickly performed a 180 and struck him. Rather, the attack connected with his soul. He cried out in pain as the darkness was destroyed, which ultimately deleted the dark Navi. “Hmph...” Forte reached out, and grabbed his cloak that fell in his hand, and tossed it back on, before walking away from the small battlefield. “Schwa... when you return, I hope you can help me with my cause and eliminate Sonance... cause since you’ve vanished, things have gotten somewhat bored at Sim-Battle City.” Most famed veterans have either vanished, or moved on. He only begins to think what could happen in the near future... |=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=| Well, I was bored, so I just sat down and just, begun typing. Funny how something you pay no attention to turns out into a somewhat decent story. |
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