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Chizue Nakamura	New York had more electrical and datacom lines underground than anywhere save for Tokyo, and well the infrastructure here wasn't nearly as well kept. NYC's underground was a mess as a result, especially when it comes to the EM-spectrum. Signal propagation was a nightmare, and wireless networks took no small amount of effort to maintain once they were set up. Any change in the EM environment was liable to plunge whole networks into the dark with little to no warning, and getting those signals out above ground was even more of a nightmare.     Junction Station 36-C, was tucked down a mostly unmarked side passage of a rarely traveled access tunnel. A room stuffed full of ancient telecom hardware cabinets, high power lines and usually a fairly incredible amount of vermin. Of course tonight it's vermin of a different stripe, men clad in the distinctive dark blue and black of the Foot clan.     The six of them huddle around a telecom cabinet they've popped open, peering at a diagram and then back towards the cabinet in a vain effort to make sense of the probably literal rats nest of multi-colored wires. One of them holds a chunky grey metal box in their hands with a dangling series of alligator clips and a few antenna.     Owari had destroyed six of these devices thusfar, but had failed to be around when the repair crew dropped by. Tonight though she was in luck, and well her expectations that the foot would send some sort of specialists down here whom she could interrogate? Yeah that wasn't looking likely, but she's in no rush here.     Crouched just out of sword distance in the shadow of an ancient telecom cabinet, and well all but invisible in the low light down here. One hand sliding smoothly under her cloak to grasp the hilt of her sword as she waits for them to find what they're looking for if only to make figuring out what they're doing all the easier. Life and times of a cyber ninja everybody, no sir never a dull moment.
Donatello	In a distant tunnel, the sound of rolling wheels might be heard. Plastic wheels, to be specific. Four of them. There are intermittent moments where the sound is interrupted by silence, but the rolling continues about a second or so later. It's a tough sound to make out, with the other sounds that might occur in the New York City underground, but it's there and it seems to be getting closer.     Partially hidden in the shadows, a lone figure slides into the chamber, standing crouched on a skateboard. It's one of those older, 80s style boards, and not the slimmer, double-ended modern ones. The shape of the figure indicates muscle, but also a large growth on its back? Weird. Maybe he's wearing something like a massive backpack. There seems to be a long stick strapped back there, too.     The mystery skater slides to a halt as it comes into the chamber and notices the familiar trappings of the Foot. "Woah," it whispers, before ducking into the shadows and becoming near invisible. It's a quick move, instinctual, and with a quick flash of green and purple.
Chizue Nakamura	The Foot startle, setting down the the metal box as a skater arrives. Theres a hushed whisper and they immediately abandon their work, rushing foreward as their swords come free without a moment of further hesitation. Quick to act then, but rather than fan out the mob of them simply rushes towards where the Skater was last seen. Well not all of them, but five is plenty right?     The rear guard is just getting up from their low crouch, mid sword draw and totally focused on what his peers are doing. He fails to notice the shadows come alive behind him, and well thats all it takes really. Owari slips her short sword around against his throat, before bracing the back of the blade against her forearm. Then comes the pull, and silently the poor lad's throat is cut back to his spine. Pulled back into the shadows with a faint gurgle, leaving only arterial spray in his wake.
Donatello	Wide eyes watch from the shadows as five fully-trained Foot begin their approach. Five of then. Five swords. Bad odds. Suddenly, there's a bright flash of light and a thick cloud of white smoke erupts, filling the small area and making it extremely difficult, if not impossible, to see. The cloud covers the tight pack of Foot and the unknown skater!     There's a flutter of motion, another blur of purple and green, and then a sudden loud crack! It's the sound of a wooden skateboard being split over the top of a human head followed by the tumble of a body.     Another blur of green and purple places DONATELLO, a tall, muscular humanoid turtle(!) crouched, readied, in the open space between the cloud of four Foot soldiers and the shadows that opened up to consume the rear guard. With his skateboard left in splinters, Donatello reaches back and pulls his bo staff from the sash that secures it to his shell.
Chizue Nakamura	The Foot aren't really all that dangerous one on one, the danger of course is that theres often a -lot- of them. From six to four, the odds are getting better at least right? Not that the Foot do the smart thing, namely run away. Oh no they give a little shout and rush foreward like the fools they are.     Owari is not one to let a mistake go unpunished of course. A blur of shadow erupts into a brilliant rainbow of colors and pixelated nonsense,and she moves -fast-. Racing in low and silent, drawing as she reaches one to neatly slash from shoulder to heart before diving in on the next without so much as a grunt of effort.     Her prey slashes once towards her direction in a panic, only to find empty space as she deftly sidesteps around the swipe and answers with one of her own. Drawing to a standstill as she catches the poor Ninja at the hip and carries that transparent sword up through his ribcage to exit his shoulder amidst a font of blood and gore.
Donatello	The remaining two, who obviously aren't yet concerned that there is something happening that's causing their friends to meet terrible ends, move to place themselves on either side of the turtle. One of them points his sword at the mutant turtle and moves in quickly to take the first strike.     This turtle moves fast, which goes against conventional wisdom regarding their kind. Then again, they also aren't supposed to be bipedal. Donatello raises his bo staff to meet the sword and block it. He turns quickly to meet the second sword that comes at his neck, deflecting it with the end of his staff. Donatello drops, suddenly, and slides his foot across the ground to sweep a leg. The unlucky Foot falls to the ground and gets the full force of Donnie's bo staff across his forehead.     This leaves just one...
Chizue Nakamura	That last foot starts to step back, sword coming around for another blow until he just stops. Theres a moment there, before his head rolls unnaturally to one side and he slumps foreward into a pile. Owari tugs her blade from the base of his skull with a little sigh, giving it a flourishing -snap- to doff the blood. "Well, you've got some tricks don't you?"That voice comes through washed through goodness knows how many filters, a digitized, inhuman growl.     All the same she lets her camo drop, and slowly she resolves. A short hooded cloak, over some sort of softshell. Leggings and a pair of tabi-like Skate shoes, but thats not the interesting stuff. That mask, thats what people notice. Stark white polygonal rubber "folded" into the shape of a low-res rabbit. That Ninjato isn't your usual affair either, namely because it's mostly transparent save for the actual cutting edge. "What clan are you from, Shinobi?"
Donatello	Now that the action has ended, the smoke has cleared more, Donatello's eyes begin to look over the carnage. Some of them are destined for the hospital, others the morgue. The turtle looks around, frowning and on edge.     And then the figure materializes and Donatello is looking right at the low-res rabbit and its transparent sword. "Woah!" the turtle exclaims. Instead of answering the question about what clan he's from, Donatello tilts his head, staring at the visible edge of the mostly invisible blade. "That's incredible! The light waves just seem to phase right through it. It barely reflects any at all!"
Chizue Nakamura	"I'll pass your wonder to my smith, they'll be tickled."She offers all but casually, turning that blade just a touch as she drops back into a low stance. Her figure is rock solid, her form absolutely flawlessly text book for a Ninjutsu adept.     Those pinpricks of violent glow all the brighter as she glares from behind that mask. "From what clan do you fare, Your not one of mine and not one of this ilk. So announce yourself, before anyone gets their feelings hurt."
Donatello	A frown forms on the turtle's features. "Clan?" he wonders aloud. Donatello twirls his bo staff around in a neat circle before tucking it back onto his shell. "What do you mean? American."     There are a handful of reasons that this couldn't possibly be true, but he sounds like he believes he's speaking the truth.
Chizue Nakamura	"So like the Fox, a product of the Foot clan's evil?"That sword lowers slowly, before with another spinning flourish she all but throws it back into it's scabbard. "Or do you have some other, problem with the Foot clan?"That mask rocks off to one side for a moment, before slowly she relaxes into a decidedly more casual slump.     "I am the Kunnoichi known as Owari, of the Haga clan. Honorable servant of the Jade court, and slayer of outlaw Ninja. The Hand and Foot clans are my prey, as well as all who ally themselves with them. I take it we do not have, "beef" is it?"
Donatello	Like the fox? Donatello bookmarks that thought for later. "Me? A product of the Foot?" Donnie begins, phhshhing at that last part. "No way! We fight the Foot. Every chance we get."     "It sounds like we have a common enemy, then," Donatello adds. The turtle offers a shallow bow. "I'm Donatello. Donnie."
Chizue Nakamura	"A pleasure, Donnie."And a shallow bow is executed in return, before she returns to her comfortable slouch. "Why do you fight the foot, is it the bidding of your master or do you simply like picking on idiots?"One of those rabbit ears flops off to one side, which is enough to get her to nudge the ear back into position before it's twin flops down.     Casually she takes a step back, nudging her hood back and producing a hairband to tie those ears up together. "You fight quite well, fight smart. Good sense of timing, good awareness of sight lines. So whomever trained you is far from a fool I'll wager."
Donatello	Donatello returns the compliment with a thumbs-up. "And you fight..." He takes a look around. "...mercilessly." It's true. All of the Foot soldiers who tangled with Donatello will likely live, or at least could be supported by hospital machines. The others will require creative morticians.     "My father trained me," Donatello responds, eventually. The turtle reaches up to tighten the purple strap that conceals his...identity?     "What brings you all the way down here?"     In the midst of the conversation, Donatello moves to where this all began and picks up the pieces from the destroyed skateboard. He then starts the tedious process of trying to locate the split casings from the smoke pellet. Leave no trace.
Chizue Nakamura	"Tell your father that the ninth Seat of the Haga clan, applauds him."Theres a sage little nod after that, before turning away to pull that hood back up.     "It was decided something should be done about the foot and hand clans, who are outlaw. So they sent me, to end them to the last."She crouches finally to pluck that hand written diagram from the floor, followed by that strange metal box. "They are starting to suspect I listen to their communications, because I do. Yet they haven't the talents to create a new network, not really. These repeaters they keep trying to set up are even less secure than what they currently have, but I needed one which hadn't yet been initialized. I suspect there may be some meta-data worth investigating."
Donatello	Donatello perks up. Network? Repeaters? META DATA?! Donatello walks back towards the rabbit ninja with the skateboard pieces gathered in one hand and the smoke pellet's casing in his other. "They're total morons," Donnie replies. "Leave it to the Foot to put their signal repeaters all the way down here, below the surface." He shakes his head.     "That's why our Shell-Phones connect through the city's existing mesh network! Total end-to-end encryption, too!" He gestures to a tiny handheld electronic communicator, shaped like a turtle shell, tucked into his belt. He's clearly proud.
Chizue Nakamura	"Nice, I just took over the cell network."She returns, because well she's no less proud really. Casually producing a blade from one forearm, to wedge into that repeater and pop it open for a study. Wires everywhere, nothing glued or soldered cleanly. It's a mess alright, but there is a cute little circuit board just hanging out in there which she nabs and tucks away for further inspection. The rest is offered up towards Donnie for inspection.     "I keep an open line on one four six, two two two. If you need to get ahold of me, I'm always happy to help another Ninja who's technically inclined."And a pause as she takes just a step back. "Well any ninja, who isn't outlaw really. As we share a common foe, we should make an effort to insure our efforts are combined for maximum efficiency."
Donatello	Donatello takes the offered repeater and peers into the box. He pulls one wire up and out, wiggling it to see what it connects to. Nothing budges. It's just glued directly to the plastic enclosure itself, pointlessly. Donnie takes a deep breath and offers the repeater back to the other ninja.     "One four six, two two two..." Donnie recognizes the frequency and his mouth curls into a grin. "You're a ham?"
Chizue Nakamura	"No, but theres a lovely repeater at that frequency that covers most of the City. Makes an easy place to communicate and get lost amongst the traffic."She gives a glance about oncemore, before moving towards the door and waving off the repeater. "Another time, and we'll speak more deeply of things. For now I'm afraid I must be brief, for I've terrible code to pour through."     Theres another short little bow, before that cloak gets back to work and she slowly all but dissolves into the background. Visible as only a vague outline when she's moving in the light, and the moment she slips into the shadows beyond? Poof yo.
Donatello	Clearly impressed, Donatello nods his head and begins to slowly walk towards the tunnel he skated on. The bundle of wood and plastic in his hand mean two things: he's going home on foot...and he owes Michelangelo another skateboard.