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The server was glitching. The server was a mess, difficult to handle for the net navis, and unsafe, which of course meant to Wren and Code it was excellent timing to log onto the web and investigate the sourse. There had been a string of computer issues like it; systems glitching, teetering, hiccoughing, before it stopped and the virus moved on, and well... Wren wasn't phased because she knew exactly who to call in if needed, and Code just didn't fear viruses or net navis, enjoying the company of anyone, so when they spied a fork and two doors, splitting up wasn't an isdsue. They couild communicate, after all, and the pair moved down two halls.

SDaid halls led to two rooms.

Wren entered a room that... While it looked dark and ominous, was surprisingly tidy, even kempt, but data floated, hovering and fizzling as if unsure if it wanted to delete, and the girl peered, blinking large blue eyes. She could see a navi moving, and crossed her arms, frowning.

"Who in ******** are you?" She asked, fingers toying with her navi symbol.

Code entered a room in less ideal condition. It seemed as if someone had lashed out, clawing walls, at doors, and the lights survived by height -- illuminating a figure in the middle of the room in a ball of red and gold, Code's brow raising. Normally, she held back, but something seemed off, and Code lurched, moving and kneeling to check the figure over, crooning in concern.

"Oh gosh, are you alright? what happened?"

Oooof course it was a virus. Wten made no move to call her cousin yet, instead standing her ground to watch idly, frowning.

"Human." She drawled calmly. "Programs and Navis are a terrible meal choice. As is my family's server." Her tone was more scolding, watching warily. The virus was massive -- likely powerful really, and pissing it off was dumb, but... Her home! And Forte JUST debugged last week!

"You know most viruses dion't visit to trash the place." Wren continued, but didn't move to attack, instead crossing her arns. "So what brings you by?"

Code listened, but didn't leave, instead stroking the young program gently, shaking her head.

"Not if something's wrong. I might be able to help. I'm a coder. Will you talk to me? I don't bite hard. Wren's the bitey one, and she took the other fork." Code explained, voice a soothing tone. She continued stroking, humming softly.

"You're safe with me. Promise."

"If you want a programmer, you want my father or cousin, not--"

Wren was cut off when he leaned in, licking her cheek before instinct kicked in and she slaspped the virus.

"Excuse me, I'm not foir tasting!" Wren snapped sharply. "As I was saying[, you want my cousin or Father, and my cousin is online around somewhere. And she'll probably take being licked less well."

Or gush. Hard to make that call -- Code was about as fearless as her. Still, one hand stayed in a pocket, fingering her deviuce. If he tried to attackj her, she was calling in help."

"Eh." Code shrugged, motioning. "I doubt you'd do much harm." Code admitted, then sat, frowning.

"I'm not leaving until I know if you need help, though."

...Well this was an odd virus. Not unpleasant, though, and Wren motioned.

"Like I said. Dad or my cousin might be able to help him." She shrugged. "And really, you can clean up, things are glitchy and Forte might try erasing you for it. But if you can FIX it he might deign to spar with you--"

The noise next door snapped Wren to attention as she realized how wrong things sounded, and she listened, before her mind procce34ssed.

"Oh. Oh crap my cousin found your companion I think. Tell me those sounds aren't trouble."

Code could protect herself, but the woman was on her feet when the poor boy turned, acvutely aware he was studying her for something. Something was wrong andf she didn't want to go -- nor die, though, and rapidly, she drew out a handheld device, inserting two chips with practiced speed and patience.

Said practice yeilded results immediately as the near-adult was enveloped by golden light, data running over her form as the program executed.

While General hadn't been close, Code had prepared for such eventualities, and in this instance, she knew it best to employ it, initiating Cross Fusion rapidly. Practice was a boon as the golden net navi's data settled, and General Cross nodded patiently.

"I don't think we'd make a good target, dear." The entity drawled in a patient dual-voice meshing the pair. "Trust me on this."

"...We gotta slowq him down then." Wren groaned, grabbing the virus' hand to pull him along. She wasn't affronted by what he was -- he was intelligent, reminding her of the stardroid responsible for the Neko virus, and she moved for the other room deftly. If he could damage the server this much, General-Cross might be in danger.

But they weren't, and the cross fused figure observed, both minds analyzing the virus. He'd turned scared, and based oin a scan, something was wrong - his data was damaged and...

Code could fix it out of the server, but he needed calm. And calm, General could mansage, the golden navi taking command of their body to approach, gently drawing the virus to them, and held them close, rocking them as if a small nt navi soothjingly.

"There there..." The male voice dominated, General humming a lullaby. "It's safe, we don't trult wish your termination."

And about then Wren entered and stopped, blinking at General-Cross before a brow raised, but she didn't draw too close. The other virus was off, and so far, the cross fusion seemed to have iut in hand.

Wren relaxed as the Cross disappeared, Code beaming.

"It's alright. That's why I used crossfusion. You're okay." Code crooked, and smiled.

"You look to be missing code-- can I help? I program things all the time."

"Yes, and you can both stay if you wish." Wren added, tone soothing. "Your companion said you needed help and refuge. You're welcome and obviously Code thinks she can help you. That said, are you based on Navi data?"

"I can help repair both of you if you like." Code said, nodding then. "Because if he tore from you, he must be missing data as well. It would finalize a cut, but then you can be more stable."

The black haired woman nodded, as if it were already decided, but beamed, offering both hands as Wren nodded in consideration.

"Hey, if you use Navi-based coding, then he'd be way happier to be a net navi. Especially if he's destablized... He must be the one with less data."

Code nodded.

"Oh course, no tear is perfect. And if he wants to be a navi, I could use that type of coding pourely and leave what's left alone for some onboard self protection."

Then Code pointed to Omega, posture sharpening.

"You newed to register as a net navi, though, or actual net navis or more will try deleting you and your quality of life will go down. I won't remove most capabilities, since you value strength, but I would need to modify and add enough for the definition to stick. That being said I can keep it as the present aesthetic and note I was bored and wanted to experiment with data I found online. Is that acceptable?"

"Of course.": Code moved, holding the smaller navi in a comforting (she hoped) embrace, and began to hum, rubbing his side.

"You're a good person. I can fix it. I promise you'll heal, sweetie."

Wren raised a brow at Omega, then, and smirked.

"I know someone you might get along with. You have heard of Forte.EXE yes? I can put you in contact. He loves a good challenge."