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The Net was large, but Bob was not prepared for how large the User's...er, Net, was (universe, he's heard it called). Oh, and don't ask him how he got here. That was about as complicated as the world outside of Cyberspace. Been outside of Cyberspace for quite a few cycles by now, though. Thrown into rogue status once again and desperately searching for a way to recover his friends. Until then, Bob found himself on a ship. With company that reminded him a lot of the Web Riders.

They, too, were rough sprites. Some had less of a code than others. Though most held honor in their own way, Bob still refused to delete any coded peoples, bug or web creature alike. Oddly enough, it was how steadfast he held this compass that got him on their side even if they disagreed. He didn't change back then and he certainly wasn't going to change now.

Gentle clanking of footfalls rang out through to the bridge where he stood at its threshold. "System's back online, Captain." He doesn't enter until permission's granted, "fried quite a few wires back in that last firefight."