Time for the next chapter. Let's look what happens when that hidden partition is finally unsealed.
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LVI. Pandora's box is opened
"It's quite the sight to see you all getting worked up over these trivial matters, but I am not obliged to tell you anything worthwhile. To give you something to mull over though, let's just say that the basics about the answers you seek were some leftover gifts from a party named "Organisation XIII" that we could bring back into shape due to the enourmous resources and funds we acquired. Sark Z, unseal the gateway and start the download of the partition."
"No, stop, I won't let you destroy the system with your recklessness!" Tron yelled as he charged forward and threw his disc, ignoring Dillinger's cryptic statements as his concern for the Hollow Bastion Computer system overrode any other thoughts.
The disc crashed into the wall, resulting in an energy discharge but no noticeable damage. Tron followed this up with an actual tackle to break through the wall, but another discharge sent him flying backwards across the hall.
Braig just observed all this from afar and let Dillinger's words sink in.
Gifts from the Organisation? As if, what is this weird kook talking about...?
As Sark Z laughed at Tron's efforts Dillinger shifted a bit in his chair, revealing a bit of the background of the room he was situated in on the floating screen.
Braig's eyes narrowed.
Damn it, can it be? These white walls, the rose ornaments...is Dillinger lounging in Castle Oblivion? The "gifts" of the Organisation could be then our old facilities and computer systems there, as those did have a secret connection to the Hollow Bastion system just like the computers at the Castle that never was had. Xemnas needed those for data transfer between all three places, but I thought we cleared our facilities at C.O. out after the disaster with Marluxia and Axel made all the devices inoperable?
Moreso, how did that goon manage to take residence in Castle Oblivion? That would mean he discovered to travel between worlds.
Remembering more of Dillinger's speech, he snorted.
Oh yeah, right, he spoke of "bringing the gifts back into shape" due to enourmous resources and funds. Seems like we were not thorough enough with clearing out our stuff at C.O.
Sark Zeta turned around and marched towards the sealed gateway, summoning a datacard along the way.
"Just in case there is really something off with it, set up a quarantine routine around the gateway." Dillinger ordered.
"Understood."
Braig grinded his teeth in some suppressed anger.
If they have access to the old data banks from the Organisation, they also have the correct access codes.
"Tron, we have to stop that moron, let's combine our powers to break through that wall!" He shouted loudly towards the security program which was just now getting back to his feet.
"Ok, but how? The wall seems to be too powerful to be broken by an identity disc and this hall is too small for any vehicle with stronger weaponry."
"Can your disc store energy?"
"With a small modification, sure. What have you in mind?"
Braig grinned as he reloaded both arrowguns.
"I'll fill your disc up with a plethora of energy shots. The accumulated energy should get us through that wall."
"Sounds good, let's go." Tron let his hand slide shortly over his disc, setting it to absorb energy before throwing it again from the entrance of the hall so that it would have a longer way to travel.
"Alright, here comes the "upload"!" Braig quipped as he fired salvo after salvo of projectiles at the flying disc, the energy of the shots being incorporated into it.
The flying disc grew larger the more shots it absorbed, eventually resembling a blue glowing small rotating galaxy roughly twice the normal diameter of the disc.
At contact with the red wall, the energy dispersed through the whole structure with a flash that made even the ground shake before the wall itself was blown apart into countless little shards.
"What?" Sark Z and Dillinger shouted in unison.
"Bulls eye." Braig sneered with glee.
"Step away from the gateway!" Tron demanded.
Sark Z's expression changed to a mocking grin. "Too late. Initialising download right now!"
"AS IF!" Braig shouted and suddenly appeared right beside Sark Z with his space powers and blasted a shot at his chest at point blank range.
The red program let out a howl as he stumbled backwards while Dillinger let slip an angry snarl.
"The gateway is unlocked, watch out!" Tron warned from a few steps afar.
The red blinking SEALED-words disappeared one after the other as a portal opened up.
Braig ripped Sark Z's datacard out of the terminal and tossed it away in order to connect his own mini computer.
Sark Z had recovered by now and tackled Braig from the side, ramming him away.
"Damn it." He fought to maintain his balance and again reloaded his arrowguns.
Meanwhile Tron stepped into the brawl, punching Sark Z in the hip before forcing him backwards with an elbow blow directly to the face.
"Enough with the play, Sark Z, derezz them!" Dillinger barked.
"Shut up, you old crow!" Braig countered and leveled a shot at the floating screen beside Sark Z's shoulder.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched beeping that immediately ceased any fighting.
"What the heck is that?" Dillinger asked.
"The download of the first program has been finished!?" Braig suspiciously eyed the display on his mini computer.
"No, nothing has been downloaded anywhere." Tron retorted with a grim voice.
"The two attempts to download something actually have
activated something."
"Huh?" Braig and Dillinger exclaimed in confusion.
Sark Z had also an alarmed expression.
"It seems there are some security measures already implemented..."
With a loud bang all three combattants were catapulted away from the gateway, a storm of both lime green and cyan lightning bolts unleashed from within the gateway.
Feeling a burning sensation on his face, Braig tried to get up as fast as possible, but had to realize that all his limbs felt somehow numb. Sark Z and Tron, despite being programs and no flesh and blood users, also struggled to get up again.
"Looks like finally someone unauthorized tried to access the partition of the master." A shrill, high-pitched voice announced that was answered with a very mean laughter.
At the gateway blocking the entrance stood two very tall female figures clad in some black armor with a black cape draped over the right shoulder and a similar hood covering the head. One of them sported lime green colored circuitry, the other cyan. Unusually though, their circuitry was shaped like cracked lightning bolts instead of the normal plain one for programs.
Looking closer, Braig realized that these girls could possibly identical twins, as their facial features as well as the jet black hair was completely identical. The only physical difference were their differently colored eyes, matching their circuitry color.
"Just who are you?" Sark Zeta inquired, by now back into a battle stance.
Instead of an answer, both of the girls just grinned and with two flashes summoned their weapons. The one was a huge scythe lined with lime green circuitry, the other a big iron fan with cyan circuitry.
Tron and Braig had also recovered and, as weird as it looked like, lined up with Sark Zeta in one battle line.
"Nice toys, ladies, but that's not really an answer." Braig said in his usual cocky tone, spinning one of his arrowguns around.
"How about that as an answer then?" The girl with the cyan circuitry snarled as she swung her fan around, releasing an energy tornado that looked like a mix of wind and water.
Tron, Braig and Sark Z could just barely dive to the side to evade the attack which left a crack in the floor.
"Looks like they can use attacks with combined elements, nasty..." Braig mumbled.
Both Sark Z and Tron threw their discs loaded up with energy, which was met only with more laughter from the two girls.
"Your turn, Scylla." the cyan-colored girl quipped as she jumped over one of the flying discs, directly countering with several energy blasts released from her fan.
Braig intercepted those, countering each blast with a shot of his arrowguns.
The girl with the lime-green colored circuitry called Scylla entered the fray lightning fast, swatting both discs away with two swings of her scythe. Following up with a third swing she released a crescent-shaped green energy projectile with mixed fire and darkness attributes.
"Re-Upload Protection Routine!" Sark Z yelled and a new red energy shield appeared in his hand which he used to block Scylla's projectile.
The power was so much that the shield almost shattered right away.
"You need more energy for that shield, activate the Expansion Function!" Dillinger barked as he noticed the power level of those two "programs".
"Puny programs, you're no match for us." Scylla snarled as she slammed the other end of her scythe into the ground, causing a massive Earthquake with fissures opening that spew out lime-green flames.
Braig avoided the attack by teleporting right under the ceiling, walking upside down and strafing the other girl with several salvos of energy bolts which she either dodged or blocked by moving her fan.
Tron skillfully jumped around between the erupting earthspikes, avoiding the flames and recovering his disc while Sark Z simply hovered and enlarged his shield to a protective bubble around him.
"Look at that red program there Charybdis, looks like a prime opportunity to play waterpolo." Scylla laughed.
"You got that right, sister." Charybdis giggled as she disappeared in a column of cyan colored fire and reappared right behind Sark Z.
Scylla raised her scythe again and with a flick of the blade all the green fire turned into water, the earthspikes from the quake functioning as small islets.
What enourmous functions these two programs posess. They have a broader palette of routines and subprograms than even the MCP during its best times.
Tron thought with great worry as he got some alarming messages from the System core.
What? Their attacks and techniques are corrupting the system data wherever they touch it?
Charybdis swung her fan another time, creating a strong current of wind which blew Sark Z in his protection bubble forwards in Scylla's direction.
"Aaaannd...STRIKE!" She yelled as she swirled around and slammed her scythe against the bubble with all power she could muster, the blade glowing in lime-green.
The force of the attack blew a hole in Sark Z's protective bubble and threw him back towards Charybdis. The rim of the hole started to glow lime-green as well as slowly thin, vein-like threads spread out over the shield.
"What is that?" Dillinger looked surprised.
"An infection!" Sark Z barked. "She has the properties of a virus. Immediate Quarantine!"
"Enough!" Tron interjected as he came jumping in sideways and threw his disc directly into Scylla's face.
"Security programs of the black box with properties of a virus? As if, what a stupid combination is that?" Braig quipped as he suddenly appeared behind Charybdis and blasted two shots directly in her back.
Still, how do these two digital chicks fit into the old coot's black box? And why did Xemnas not tell anything about this "security" measure?
Two unearthly, inhuman howls erupted from the two "programs" as a liquid-like substance in their circuitry color sprayed from their wounds.
Scylla had earned a deep diagonal gash across her whole face, even splitting her lips, from Tron's disc while Charybdis' back armor displayed two enourmous holes from Braig's shots.
Where the liquid-like substance hit an obstacle, it immediately started an infection.
"That doesn't look good." Braig said in a dull tone.
What an unexpected lucky strike.
"The Infection is spreading, I need to close off the rest of the system." Tron said alarmed.
"To prevent further infection, shouldn't we "derez" these ladies?" Braig answered with a grin.
"Indeed, an appropriate measure." Sark Z chimed in, readying his disc again.
"Denied! It doesn't concern us what happens to the Hollow Bastion system. Get a hold of the data we need and then retreat, Sark Z!" Dillinger stated with slight anger.
"But as long as these weird programs exist, the danger of the virus spreading to our system is imminent." Sark Z countered.
"That can be taken care of by that user and Tron, don't you think?" Dillinger continued with a thin smile, but Braig could notice that by now two other persons where standing behind his chair.
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These security programs mean really tough business it seems...