The rest of the afternoon went by pretty quickly and fortunately, no one else asked too deeply about the glass and ear pieces. After the final bell rang, Raw Data packed up his stuff and started walking home. But Rarity and Pinkie found him. Pinkie appeared in a way that reminded Raw Data and Ultrabyte of Five Nights at Freddy's, mostly because Pinkie suddenly appeared in front of them and reached out her arms.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. Raw Data jumped back and Ultrabyte yelled slightly. Rarity giggled.
"You'll get used to it," she said.
"What are you two doing here?" Raw Data asked. Rarity frowned slightly.
"Isn't that what you where asking earlier?" she asked. "We're here to help." Raw Data raised an eyebrow.
"You want to help me build a machine?" he asked.
Well, if she's offering to help, don't look the gift horse in the mouth, Ultrabyte said. She may be a fashionista, and not like to get dirty, but you should take it! While Ultrabyte was talking, Rarity was also talking. It was a amazing that Raw Data was able to understand both if them.
"Well, yes," Rarity was saying. "I may not like getting dirty to much, but this is important."
"Well, if you two really want to, than ok," Raw Data said. "It'll speed up the process of the machine by a few days." Rarity snickered.
"Besides, the more time that Ultrabyte is in there, then the more chance you might try and, ahem, take a look," she said. Raw Data blushed and Ultrabyte groaned.
You can try, she said. Actually, please don't try.
"Yeah, all he'd have to do is press that button," Pinkie said. "The one that makes the hologram of Ultrabyte."
Don't remind him! Ultrabyte complained. Now it was Raw Data's turn to snicker.
"Don't worry, I won't," he said. As Rarity and Pinkie's faces were clear with confusion, Raw Data continued. "Anyway, if you do really want to help me, follow me, and we can get started."
Meanwhile, at the underground military base, things were getting intense. One of the deathbringers had deactivated. Fortunately for the privates, there weren't any that were in the immediate area, and one had just gotten to the motherboard of the deathbringer. He pressed spoke into the microphone of the headset he was wearing and started talking.
"Ok, what do I do now?" he asked.
"Ok, attach the wireless transference device to the motherboard," Burning Brilliance said. The private took out the small, flat disk out of his pocket and looked at it.
"This will really transfer all that information?" he asked.
"Yes, it will, Private.....what was your name again?" Burning Brilliance asked.
"Stroker," the Private said. The scientists all started laughing.
"I'm sorry, your full title is Private Stroker, then?" Burning Brilliance asked.
"Yes," Stroker said. "I get that reaction a lot. Anyway, where do I put this thing?"
"Anywhere, as long as it's on the motherboard," Burning Brilliance said. Stroker put the disk on the motherboard and turned around.
"Ok, so, can I come back now?" he asked.
"Yes, you can....Private Stroker," Burning Brilliance said with a giggle. Stroker started to jog back.
"Very mature," the general said.
"Hey, you were the one that deemed that I wasn't able to pass Private status, General Burrow," Stroker said. Everyone started laughing for a few seconds, but ended when Burning Brilliance started pumping his arm.
"We got it!" he exclaimed. "This is a really big file, so I'll send this to the other computers so you guys can scan for any information!" The next several minutes were quite as the scientists scanned for any helpful information in the codding. Finally, Burning Brilliance cleared his throat.
"Well, she isn't in any of them," he said. "She got out."
"But can you track her?" General Burrow asked. Burning Brilliance smiled and nodded.
"Of course I can track her," he said. "It will take a little while, though. But one of you can start fixing the retracting program, right?" One of them raised his hand.
"I actually found where the phone she was in ended up," he said.
"Wow, this is just full of convince," Burning Brilliance said. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, so let's try and find her!" For the next hour and a half, the scientists programmed and searched for Ultrabyte's data trail. Finally, they found it. Or at least part of it.
"So she's in Canterlot City," one of them said. "Or was, anyway. She might not be there anymore."
"And why not?" General Burrow asked.
"Because her trail just disappears," a different scientist said. "The phone she was in was fixed in the house of a young man named Raw Data. After about 2 days, she started transferring into something else, and that's where her data trail ends."
"So we find this Raw Data, and we find out what happened?" Stroker asked.
"Yes," one of the scientists said.
"If only we could get out of here," one of the other privates said.
"Oh, we can," Burning Brilliance said. "While we where trying to find Raw Data, I took the liberty and sent out a shut down code through the deathbringers hive mind."
"I still don't get why you have a hive mind for them," a private said. "Isn't that how Ultrabyte made them crazy?"
"Yes, but it makes them easier to control," Burning Brilliance said. "Either way, we can get out, and we should go looking for Ultrabyte. So lets get started!"
A few hours later, and back at Raw Data's house, Raw Data was finishing attaching a wall mounted pedestal for the organic matter transference device. He was covered in sweat and had taken his shirt off a while ago.
"Hey, Pinkie! I need you to help me with some heavy lifting," Raw Data said. Pinkie was eyeing him with a grin and nodded.
"You need me to help but the bottom of the matter transfer device on the pedestal?" she asked. Raw Data nodded.
"Spot on," he said. He nodded at the opposite if the circular bottom. "Grab that end and lift with me." While Raw Data and Pinkie worked on the device, Rarity talked with Ultrabyte, one of the ear pieces in her ear, specifically about tracking her.
"Don't worry, I know what they would be looking for," Ultrabyte said. "The phone, they could've tracked,mouth don't worry, I have a bit of a fail safe. You see, I figured out how to stop the signal I release when I'm in a device, and they never knew about that, so they could never counter it. Of course, there is the possibility that they will find me, but I don't think they will."
"Why not?" Rarity asked.
"Well, when I escaped, there were sevral...machines that the military wanted me to inhabit and use," Ultrabyte said uncomfortably. "I turned these machines on them. Besides, Raw Data and me have talked about what to do in case they do approach him."
"Well, it is always good to have a fail safe," Rarity said. "Honestly, I cannot wait for you to get out of there!"
"Oh, not as much as me!" Ultrabyte said.
"I would guess so, but I would like to get your measurements so I could finally make some clothes for you!" Rarity said.
"Yeah, your past designs have been pretty impressive," Ultrabyte said. Rarity blushed.
"Thanks you, dear," she said. "Oh, you're going to have to tell me what being inside this is like."
"I would right now, but it appears that Raw Data and Pinkie are done," Ultrabyte said. Rarity looked up and saw that they were, in fact, done. Raw Data was putting his shirt back over his rather muscular chest, and Pinkie was staring at him with a strange look in her eye.
"Well, thanks for the help," Raw Data said. "If you want to come back tomorrow and help, I'd deffinetly appreciate it."
"I probably could," Pinkie said.
"Pinkie, calm down," Rarity said. Raw Data looked slightly confused. "Anyway, my little sister, Sweetie Belle is having some of her friends over tomorrow afternoon, and then can get very rowdy, so if you don't mind, than I shall come to." Raw Data grinned.
"Well then, see you tomorrow!" he said. If only he knew how close that statement came to being false.