[ RPG ] Battle Network!! *EDITED RULES*

[Marine]

Alistair Lorne strode inside lobby vestablue, feeling Yamaki hover behind his left shoulder. His PET hung loose around his neck. One hand was fished inside his Battle Chip satchel, finger tips grazing the Synchro chip, tweezing it between the index and thumb. His other rested against his belt with the thumb hooked into the belt loop. Cold air filtered against his stormcoat, flapping the tail. Another two steps and he paused.

Yomaki leaned close and whispered, "Are you ready for this?"

Alistair stiffened. "Of course."

"Last time you weren't married. Last time I heard you would swear not to have children. And last mission, you held no secrets."

"I know what I can lose. It kept me from getting caught for five years. And who are you to talk marraige, Mr. Fiance?"

Alistiar could vision Yomaki's distinct smile. "Her names Vinessa. She wants us to have a small dinner after this."

The information and greeting desks encompassed the lobby's center. Flanking them were five automatic doors with vivid color stripes, labeled in white blocky letters, the one in green--the door to the booster--sat leftwards away from the desks. Part of the low ceiling contributed to another floor sealed off by railings. Two security officers rest in close proximity, hats bent awkwardly to hide their faces.

Allistair crossed towards information; Yomaki to the Greeting.

Behind her desk, a workaholic-faced woman fussed in front of a monitor. Attatched to her coat pocket rest an I.D. bage clipped with brass buttons, complete with name, barcodes, and description. Anna Worth. In the picture she seemed more lax, the knots of brown hair smooth at shoulder length, her blue eyes were glazed by the lighting.

"Good afternoon and welcome to the Netbase, Information Desk, Anna Worth." She burbled.

Alistair scratched at the Synch chip. "I'm here to oversee a project stationed here."

"Which scientist?"

"Dr. Jessup or Jess. He's the head for the Navi Booster."

Anna's fingers left her keyboard and rolled over a telephone. "I.D."

Alistair pulled out his Synch chip. His PET stammered awake. "Yours will do nicely Anna."

The desk clerk scrunched at him for a moment. Before she could ask, Alistair activated the Digital Generators installed outside the grounds, and readied his PET in one hand. Auspex waddled about inside his cage, anxious to get out, and anxious to bind with his OP.

'Let's do this.'

"Synchronicity Chip in." Alistair shouted.