Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
07-06-2010, 12:28 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Now, hold on for a moment, Clone Xadrez. First we must know if you can be trusted with this knowledge.
It took considerable will on Xadrez's part to stop his frustrations flowing into the terminal and sending something along the lines of asghlkb;n h to Bill. Through the mental equivalent of gritted teeth, he finally replied, what do you need
One of our agents traced a data packet with an inordinate amount of security as originating from your sector. We are unable to glean any information on it - its access lists, its origins, its contents.
And you want let me guess some physical aspect of this closeted conundrum tampered with to allow you to infiltrate it more easily
Clever. But your intelligence has little bearing on whether the Phreaks trust you.
Xadrez couldn't care less. The task
Prevent the computer which controls Seasoning Distribution in the Foodlyk Vats of Sector BSV from receiving any more incoming data.
Why would something monitoring Seasoning Distribution need this data packet
There was a long pause on the other end. Xadrez didn't know it, but the hacker was laughing loud enough to startle the timid Blue at the desk next to him.
Xadrez, I've heard some refer to Friend Computer's data management as chaotic, disreputable, /disgraceful/ even. /I/ find that chaos beautiful, if only because I am one of the elite few capable of locating the beauty tangled within it.
At this inopportune moment, Scarm's recently promoted friend (and, with the reduced libido-suppressant uptake that came with said promotion, jealous lover) decided to alert IntSec to Bill's illicitly garnished income, far beyond what a Green would earn. He was taken forcibly in the middle of his spiel for questioning; that is to say, shot in the hallway.
Xadrez knew none of this, and waited until a map of the sector finally cleared and replaced the curtailed discussion. The tactician studied it for a moment, removed his pendrive, and took the prescribed path back to R&D. The room was deserted, so Xadrez idled in the corner trying to send a message to Arkal on his PDC, informing him his anvil was with Kracht.
The spirit had just given up on trying to make the message anonymous and hit send as Weo walked in, and was examining a rather nice hunk of some kind of greenish stone (extracted from his box of equipment) as Weo hacked apart Maxwell's arm. Drifting across to better observe proceedings, Xadrez laid a finger on one of the shapeless hunks of metal on his board, before deftly switching it with the fresh stone. Flicking away the discarded piece of wall with a clang, the chessmaster pulled out his knife as he stared past Jen.
Her scarf, now emblazoned with red like the rest of her clothes, had been green before the mandatory paint job. Xadrez raised the piece of igneous rock and and began carving.
Now, hold on for a moment, Clone Xadrez. First we must know if you can be trusted with this knowledge.
It took considerable will on Xadrez's part to stop his frustrations flowing into the terminal and sending something along the lines of asghlkb;n h to Bill. Through the mental equivalent of gritted teeth, he finally replied, what do you need
One of our agents traced a data packet with an inordinate amount of security as originating from your sector. We are unable to glean any information on it - its access lists, its origins, its contents.
And you want let me guess some physical aspect of this closeted conundrum tampered with to allow you to infiltrate it more easily
Clever. But your intelligence has little bearing on whether the Phreaks trust you.
Xadrez couldn't care less. The task
Prevent the computer which controls Seasoning Distribution in the Foodlyk Vats of Sector BSV from receiving any more incoming data.
Why would something monitoring Seasoning Distribution need this data packet
There was a long pause on the other end. Xadrez didn't know it, but the hacker was laughing loud enough to startle the timid Blue at the desk next to him.
Xadrez, I've heard some refer to Friend Computer's data management as chaotic, disreputable, /disgraceful/ even. /I/ find that chaos beautiful, if only because I am one of the elite few capable of locating the beauty tangled within it.
At this inopportune moment, Scarm's recently promoted friend (and, with the reduced libido-suppressant uptake that came with said promotion, jealous lover) decided to alert IntSec to Bill's illicitly garnished income, far beyond what a Green would earn. He was taken forcibly in the middle of his spiel for questioning; that is to say, shot in the hallway.
Xadrez knew none of this, and waited until a map of the sector finally cleared and replaced the curtailed discussion. The tactician studied it for a moment, removed his pendrive, and took the prescribed path back to R&D. The room was deserted, so Xadrez idled in the corner trying to send a message to Arkal on his PDC, informing him his anvil was with Kracht.
The spirit had just given up on trying to make the message anonymous and hit send as Weo walked in, and was examining a rather nice hunk of some kind of greenish stone (extracted from his box of equipment) as Weo hacked apart Maxwell's arm. Drifting across to better observe proceedings, Xadrez laid a finger on one of the shapeless hunks of metal on his board, before deftly switching it with the fresh stone. Flicking away the discarded piece of wall with a clang, the chessmaster pulled out his knife as he stared past Jen.
Her scarf, now emblazoned with red like the rest of her clothes, had been green before the mandatory paint job. Xadrez raised the piece of igneous rock and and began carving.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow