[i]Somewhere in Pacific Point...[/i]

"Bunch of eight-bit freaks running around in the streets, giant cubes floating across the sky vaporizin' shit, and wouldn't ya know it...we STILL had to come into work today!"

"Preach," the brown-shirted security guard's friend said lazily, not even rising from his chair behind the desk.

"I mean, seriously," the irritated guard said, impatiently pacing back and forth in front of him. "Who in their right mind would be trying to break in here today of all days? With all of that crap going on downtown?"

"Take it up with the Feds, man," his friend responded, leaning back in his seat and pulling his peaked cap over his eyes. "Me, I'm getting some shut-eye, this stuff ain't going nowhere anyway."

The pacing guard groaned irritably, brandishing his nightstick by beating it against his open palm. Rather then continuing his rant, he vented his frustrations by whacking the water cooler with the nightstick, leaving a mark on the plastic container. Swearing under his breath, the guard suddenly lifted his head with a start. 

"You hear something?"

"Just you making a racket, Murph' "

"No, not that. Sounds like an engine." The guards went silent, and over the distant sounds of chaos, there was the distinctive rumble of a distant engine.

"Maybe it's one of those mushroom-looking characters in the little carts?" the lazy guard suggested as the rumbling grew in volume. "Bastard dented my windshield with a damned turtle shell." 

"That's too big to be a go-cart," 'Murph' pondered, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "And is that getting louder...?"

"Dude, you worry too m-"

[i][b]CRASH[/b][/i]

The guard yet out a cry of shock and sprung to his feet as the far wall exploded. His friend was swallowed up in the shower of dirt and debris as something massive and metallic erupted from the wave of rubble before coming to a halt just a few steps from the front desk, throwing a fine mist of dust across the clean white tile floors. Frantically wiping the dirt from his eyes, he realized with a start that the massive metal thing was the front bumper of a semi truck that just crashed through the wall. Too stunned to move or even speak, he was further surprised when three people jumped from the cab, dressed in yellow and black biker gear, their faces obscured by helmets. Instinctively, he reached for his sidearm.

"Hands in the air, [i]togiba[/i]!" one of them screamed, brandishing a shotgun in his direction. "Unless you're ready to die today!" Glaring angrily, the guard slowly lifted his hand from his holster and raised his hands obediently. The third biker strode over and cracked him on the back of the head with a nightstick, knocking him out cold.

"Nice one, my Cogs," the shotgun-wielding biker said, obviously their leader, as he tossed them all crowbars from the cab of the truck. "Let's see what toys they have in here!"

"[i]Haiteku[/i], this has to be the best idea the gang's ever had," one of the thieves said as she stepped over the unconscious form of the guard to wrench open some crates. "Nobody's guarding these places!"

"And the whole gang's out there 'shopping'!" the third thief said with a dark chuckle, peering into a crate he just tore open. "Nice, looks like armor plating in here. We could put this on our bikes."

"Someone told me that Luna's team found some sort of futuristic laser gun, you think that's true?"

"It's Pacific Point, [i]baka[/i], all the cool tech stuff is here," the leader said before turning his attention to the largest crate in the room, standing three heads taller then any of them and nestled against the far wall so the light wouldn't illuminate it. Raising a flashlight to get a better, the beam traveled across the stylized symbol of a hammer striking an anvil to the words embossed below; DARROW. "Yo Cogs, help me with this crate, looks like something good." The two other thieves obediently ran up to the crate and began working the sides off. The creaking wood grew louder as the nails were released, and the leader took a step back as the cover finally tore away from the edge and fell to the ground, revealing...

"[i]Are!!![/i]" the two thieves chorused as their leader lifted the visor of his helmet to get a better look, awestruck by his find.

"Call Taki, tell her we need more manpower for this one, Cogs," the leader said, not taking his eyes from his prize. The pair bowed curtly and went on their way, leaving their leader alone. He clenched his fist triumphantly at the sight of it, the first of what would surely be many more.

"The Neo Ronin are going to rule this city!"