>>>>>[Hammer, if you are up for it, I'm going out tonight to tour the old hometown. Want to party, or will you wait until we're all together to throw yourself into the fray. Even your "family" would be welcome. But I'll warn you, Ham(oops, forgot the "mer"), I grew up here in Denver, as did Slash. We know the shadows like few others, and even after all this time this is our turf. If this was Berlin(not that I'd be stupid enough to follow you there in the first place) it would be a different story. Hope you like our little city. It's like no other, and you won't be able to find us, unless we let you, of course. Sweet nightmares, pardner(spit)]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(18:08:53/01-31-55) >>>>>[You know, AJ, I've been away for a while and the pain still is as fresh as it was then. But oh well. Diana's looking forward to trying to cheer me up and I'm scared. Of Diana that is.]<<<<< -- slash(18:10:16/01-31-55) >>>>>[I think what we need to remember, in regards to Widow and Lauri, is that Widow was not in complete control of herself, and some of the things she said were the thoughts of whatever was trying to control her, rather than Widow's own thoughts. I think that it is possible that Widow agreed with some of the things said, but when the accusations really got out of hand, Widow began to rebel, and it was at that point that she could be saved. I think that part of the reason she was taken over was that, initially at least, she allowed herself to be controlled... whether it was consciously or subconsciously. I'm not a mage, so I don't know the magical ramifications of this sort of thing, but psychologically speaking, it is easier to convince someone of something if they already partially agree with it... I'm reminded, after speaking with Blaze about this, of the legend regarding vampires (and any vampires out there, please forgive any inaccuracies regarding your condition), where if you invite a vampire into your home, you lose all power you may have had against him or her. I believe, that since we are dealing with an 'vampiric' (for lack of a better term) spirit, that a similar thing happened... Widow invited the spirit in, and lost all chance she may have had to throw it out. She needed the ritual to be saved... I just hope it was performed in time. There has still been no change in her condition.]<<<<< -- PhD (18:32:52/01-31-55) >>>>>[Laurissa... stay there... I'm going to bring Doc over to take a look at Durandal... keep the windows shuttered and the door locked until we get there... don't do anything rash... only answer the door if we use the password I am about to send you via direct MPCP link... otherwise, DO NOT ANSWER, even if it sounds like Me & Doc. You never know what things can be done with a little-mumbo-jumbo. We'll be over in a few minutes... It sounds like something that Boris may have arranged... although I don't know... did you get a description on the people you gunned? Semetex, are you still out there? What have you found on Boris recently? I haven't heard from him... Hold on Lauri, we're coming over... here's the password now... *****Direct MPCP link established***** *****Transfer... complete***** Just sit tight... we'll be there as soon as we can...]<<<<< -- Chance (18:37:50/01-31-55) >>>>>[Sell my hounds? You must be joking! That was a custom job that I did myself, chummer, and I'm not gonna sell it off and have it potentially used against me... but since you are so impressed with it, I'll tell you about it... It's similar to the ol' Trace and Report IC that is used frequently in corps these days... but it's more a smartframe than a resident program... once the hounds have been given the 'scent' of somebody's MPCP signature, they scatter throughout the Matrix hunting it down. When they find it, they set up a baying that lets me know they've found their target... and then I move in... It is based of a program that my old man wrote (Norman Ellis, the famous Matrix programmer... you may hev heard of him)... but it has some mods of my own... Of course, I can modify the hounds to attack the person with that MPCP, but I don't do that very often (it weakens their trace and makes them easier to crash... that isn't fun). I've had them running around quite a bit lately... chasing after traces on Widow and Dante and Talky and so forth... I just havent had time to go calling them all back yet... don't worry... unless they have your 'scent' you have nothing to fear from them... unless you try and keep them from doing their job... But my hounds aren't for sale... not at any price... develop your own if you want, but these are mine, and they are copyrighted, so if you capture them, a lawsuit will be pending... the copyright is held by my father, since it is based on his original program... Ah well... gotta go. Bye all!]<<<<< -- Coyote (and his kennel) >>>>>[Chance, I got your message, I'll be waiting for you.]<<<<< -- Laurissa <20:29:08, 01-31-55> *****Encrypt MilSpec FV301.gr2 Chance and Co Laurissa ****** >>>>>[Semetex checking in. Currently overwatching Laurissa's apartment. 2 possible targets on ground: 1: white male, age 20, 2 m, 100 kg, obv cyberarm and cybereyes, arrived via motorcycle, wearing armored jacket, unconcealed carry SMG and heavy pistol. 2: black male troll, 2.75 m, 150 kg, relativley fast for a troll, arrived via truck, wearing full length duster, sunglasses, shotgun. Subjects currently talking at truck. Evidence of pervious fire fight cleaned up. Remaining on station. Come up on freq >>>Encrypt<<<]<<<<< -- Semetex <20:34:01, 01-31-55> >>>>>[ Well, the party was a smashing success... Jackson had to leave early, as everyone knows, but not after I took him and Lister on a tour of my garage (Lister, you should get your eyes checked, mate, I think they bugged out a little to much). Beowulf showed up late, as usual (don't you ever show up on time? Besides runs, I mean), and he and Jake got trashed together. Lister, Highlander, Jasmine, HellSpawn, and I spent most of the party together talking "shop", and getting pretty smashed in the living room. Everyone (except for Jackson, of course) ended up crashing out at my place, and leaving in the morning (boy, Lister is NOT a sight you want to see first thing in the morning). Beowulf and Jake, as expected, both had hangovers, as did Lister (I made them all some really runny eggs and thick pancakes - I think they hate me now). Well, it was all real fun - We'll have to do it again sometime... ]<<<<< -- CoHort <01-31-55/18:31:32> >>>>>[STREETWOLF, My concert is tomorrow night at 8:00P.M. I will be by your place to pick you up at 6:00P.M. Be prepared to help me sing that one song. And remember to wear that new outfit.]<<<<< -- Colice Brightstar(21:52:59/01:31:55) >>>>>[Colice, I w'll be rea'y fer it. An I w'll wear tha' ou'fit.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)(21:55:03/01:31:55) >>>>>[Anyone seen Ded-boy in the last five hours? Heard from him? He was supposed to meet me at the Skyline two hours ago....he hasn't showed yet. He isn't usually this late....]<<<<< - Icepick <21:28:37/01-31-55> >>>>>[ Necromancer: Do you do anything besides bitch all day long. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <19:40:27/01-31-55> >>>>>[ Great, yet another of the royal pains in the ass is loose in the world with too much money. ]<<<<< -- Raven the Mage <19:43:20/01-31-55> >>>>>[ Ha! I thought you would find this interesting... ***** Transmitting news article Today, in Denver Airport, a man was assaulted by several gangsters. The man was saved by airport security. Security that responded refused to comment on how gangsters could get through security with various assortment of weapons. They also refused to comment on who the man was, but several unnamed sources say that the man was immediately released under armed escort of Knight Errant Guards. In related news, after the man was released the group was attacked by another group of gangersters, but they were handly turned away by the Knight Errant guards. That's all for now. *TRANSMISSION BREAK* **** So Bruce enters the picture too... I wonder who hired the guards. You were lucky Bruce. ]<<<<< -- HAMMER <20:47:23/1-31-55> >>>>>[ Gawk, you are more than welcome to help us out. We're in Denver. You'll have to provide your own transportation to their, and well... I would expect a lot of "visitors" to come paying their respects. **** Trace activated... **** Tracing.... **** Trace destroyed... Nice try Hammer. ]<<<<< -- Bruce <20:49:16/1-31-55> >>>>>[ Where would this concert be, mademoiselle? I've heard a bit about Streetwolf but have yet to have a chance to see what he looks like. ]<<<<< -- Stormfalcon (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[ Maybe he got fragged by trhe Child? *grin* ]<<<<< -- Silverflame (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[ Get beat up by little kids with decks? I shouldn't but this Necromancer's buttons seem just TOO easy to push... *grin* ]<<<<< -- Silverflame (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[Och, you should see Highlander after one of his binges. Let's just say the lad is even less of a morning person then nomal (shudder).]<<<<< --Heather (23:10:43/1-31-55) >>>>>[Thank you very much lassie, I'm sure everyone on the net just loved to hear that wee bit of gossip. CoHort, great party. What I remember of it....]<<<<< --Highlander (23:13:15/1-31-55) >>>>>[Cerise: I think you're more than a little sexy, lass. ;>]<<<<< --Highlander (23:14:14:/1-31-55) *****Encrypt Key-To-Time Blitzkrieg MPCP >>>>>[Blitzkrieg? Are you out there lad? Damn, I took too long recovering from that party..... Aye laddie, I remember you, though I would like to forget the reasons of our meeting....(rest in Peace, Spectre....). Anything I can do for you lad, let me know. I owe you (and many others) bitg time.]<<<<< --Highlander (23:18:43/1-31-55) >>>>>[Almost anythiing, Cerise? Really? Just for setting IBA & Heather up? I don't know if I can do that to the lassie (or the lad, for that matter). Hmm, I must wrestle with my wee conscience.]<<<<< --Highlander (23:24:15/1-31-55) >>>>>[Colin, what's going on? Is there something about this IBA that I should know about? I know he's a randy little blighter, and he's good with a deck. What aren't you telling me?]<<<<< --Heather (23:25:54/1-31-55) >>>>>[Nightstalker: keep your head down lad, before one of those lassies removes it. What a way to go though.....]<<<<< --Highlander (23:27:43/1-31-55) >>>>>[COLIN! Answer my question laddie!]<<<<< --Heather (23:28:55/1-31-55) >>>>>[NO!!! Muhahaha! We'll NEVER leave you alone, Necromancer! And you're lucky I'm (and probably everyone else) is just kidding...]<<<<< - Solonus <07:44:29/02-01-55> >>>>>[Necromancer, get a life. We don't care who you want to deck with. If you don't want to deck with him, just leave. We don't care. It's your life, and your business. In the mean time, get a life.]<<<<< - Solonus <07:45:47/02-01-55> >>>>>[Got one, Necromancer. Your turn. Don't bash others about their jobs until and unless you have one yourself...]<<<<< - Solonus <07:47:49/02-01-55> >>>>>[Ya know, Necromancer, I should really take offense at that one. I may be an elf, but I'm no vegetarian. Mmmm, steak...]<<<<< - Solonus <07:48:57/02-01-55> >>>>>[Sorry about that. I'm getting a little...annoyed with Necromancer, and I'm letting it show just a little much. I'll try to keep it down. And hopefully Necromancer will do the same...]<<<<< - Solonus <07:50:46/02-01-55> >>>>>[Thank god. I didn't want anyone to die because I was unable to be there (fraggin' phone line!). And I'm glad the ritual worked... Good luck in keeping her alive.]<<<<< - Solonus <07:53:01/02-01-55> >>>>>[Damn idiot got himself in a crash again. After the last time, you would have thought he'd straighten out. Smashed his Westwind through a restaurant and took two people with him to the hospital. Fragging idiot.]<<<<< - Icepick <07:52:58/02-01-55> >>>>>[ Well, Cobra, I don't know how you could have forgotten a fellow like Mr. Smooth. He is hard to forget. He is the typical Aryan God-type; tall, muscular, blonde. I don't see how he makes it as a 'runner, as his extraordinary appearance makes him stand out in a crowd. He is the one with a fashion outfit for every day of the year, and a plug-in personality to match each one. Although a bit unstable in my opinion, he is good in a pinch. He's quick, even was before he got those enhancements, and he's got the skills it takes to survive on the streets. If you don't remember him now, you must never have met him. About the run: I don't have any details from Mr. Smooth yet, but from past experience, it should be quite lucrative. I will pass on any details as I receive them. ]<<<<< -- The Jeweler <05:58:10/02-01-55> >>>>>[ She's more than a little sexy lass? Is she a big sexy lass, then? *grin* ]<<<<< -- Stormfalcon (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[Get out now]<<<<< -- Semetex <00:01:32, 02-01-55> >>>>>[Leaving]<<<<< -- Laurissa <00:02:15, 02-01-55> >>>>>[Nights activity to follow. ***** Upload Video + Sound ***** picture: relatively nice neighborhood, with an occassional tree, relatively nice houses, cars parked along the street. Two figures are seen standing at the front of a rather new pickup. A pair of headlights is seen coming down the street. The headlights continue until they pull up next to the pickup when the lights switch off and the vehicle, a black panel van rolls to a stop. The door opens, and a black suited man steps out, looks to the others and nods. Sound: metal on metal as the rear doors open. Picture: From the back of the van, ten black suited figures with weapons rush to combat positions. <<>> Screen whites out. Sound: Tremendously loud bang Picture: scattered fire being shot near the viewer. Driver of the panel van lies on the ground, body at a crooked angle. Voice 1: "Get out now" Voice 2: "Leaving" Picture: <<>>> Screen whites out. Sound: Another very loud bang. Picture: Screen returns just in time to see the effects of a 15 mm HEPF (High Explosive Pre Fragmented) detonate inside the team gunner. Return fire increases. Suddenly the camera is jostled for approximately 30 sec. Picture returns to normal, different angle. <<>> Whiteout. Sound: Small arms fire, loud bang Picture: In the door to the apartment is a young human girl on one knee, laying down a long burst with a LMG. Ejected casings and belt links fly from the ejction port as the weapon cycles at close to 600 rpm in groups of long bursts. Three of the black suited figures go down as the front end of the panel van disintigrates in a shower of glass and shredded metal. >>>Flash<<< Whiteout. Sound: automatic weapons fire, loud bang. Picture: The young girl at the door has moved down from the door to a location down the street. As the picture returns, she begins to fire again, laying cover fire for a second figure, a wounded adult male moves through the door to a poisiton behind the girl. >>>Flash<<< Whiteout >>>Flash<<< Whiteout. Sound: automatic weapons fire, 2 quick loud bangs, followed by a large explosion. Picture: Panel van is fire. Remaining black suited figures jump into the back of the pickup truck, returning fire. >>>Flash<<< Whiteout. Sound: automatic weapons fire, loud bang. Picture: Two of the remaining black suited figures in the back of the truck suddenly thrash as a 15 mm HEPF round explodes in their midst, destroying the back window of the truck and sending fragments all through the exposed men. The truck accellerates away and turns the corner to safety. The young girl and the adult male hop into an older Mercedes sedan and quickly drive off the other direction. ***** End upload ***** Suspicion: Not related to project purge. Laurissa and Durandal appear to be allright. She's not bad with the MG.]<<<<< -- Semetex <09:29:44, 02-01-55> *****Encrypt HAPPYHAPPYJOYJOYSONG v23(modified), Gr/De/DG/Wh/Br***** >>>>>[Ok, I have a nice safehouse here that could use a few inhabitants. Any of you interested?]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(10:26:08/02-01-55) >>>>>[Sorry it took so long, but I'm glad to hear it. My trip went fine. Last night didn't, but the trip was fine.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(10:17:00/02-01-55) >>>>>[ Thanks Raven, I owe you one. I'll be there tonight. ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (15:50:18/1.2.55) >>>>>[ Cerise, I think you're the sexiest woman alive but you already know that :) ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (15:51:17/1.2.55) >>>>>[ Stop crawling PH, ya sound like ya desperate, drekkin on the good name of us guys, ya know ? Now me, the gals just come lookin for me, now who was it ? Ah yes Heather ? Yep, well babe ya certainly got one thing right I'm a hot decker and randy with it too. Give ma bell a tinkle if ya want the time of ya life. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[Coyote, this is shades, one of verticals partners, I've been doing a litt le poking around the Genetek system myself the last while... If you're going to hit it I'll come along for the ride..I've a few little surprises waiting there for me anyway, whenever I return. You want to talk, meet me at the virtual club at *******, usual etiquette, tell the bouncer you're there to meet ' a shady character' and you'll have no IC trouble]>>>>> -- Shades >>>>>[ ***giggle***, I had fun. It's been a while since I've had that kind of an experience. **giggle**, I just can't stop giggling. It's like I'm a little kid again. By the way, CoHort, what were those little greyish brown Hors d'Ouvres? They were **giggle** delicious. ]<<<<< -- Jasmine <09:00:15/02-01-55> >>>>>[ Now that would be interesting ? ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (15:57:17/1.2.55) >>>>>[ Are you implying that I couldn't fraggin handle a Scottish gal ? Ahh, she'll be like putty in ma fingers, he he. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Mind if we come and watch ? ]<<<<< -Punisher (15:59:30/2.1.55) >>>>>[ Naah, frag off and go get a life of ya own ! ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Actually Ramirez, most of us who were there for the matrix war have know for quite a while about the degenerated AI Monica/Rufus coding in Talky. The part about primordial earth and making of life is a good and fitting analogy. There are some interesting parts that need to be explained and explored. First of all, the original MagnaTech toasters were not all that intelligent, all they would do is ask you how you would like your toast done. With the addition of the fragmented Monica/Rufus coding, the toaster received a higher order of intelligence. From the Rufus part it received a desire for everyone to be happy, and from the Monica side it got the small fanaticism that always makes it keep on asking if you would like anymore toast. The Cerek/Upload part I believe invested Talky with a little better understanding of people, enough to be a breakfast companion to people who are cheerful and love to eat a lot, in other words CRUSH. The last part, the actual Talky is really just a header for what each of those codes together had become, the were still the seperate code fragments along with the combined Talky coding. What Dante did was to make the Monica coding supercede the Talky coding in importance. He basically made a minor personality into the major one. With his short out during the incident, Talky's remaining code fragments of Rufus/Monica and Cerek/Upload totally degenerated away leaving only the Talky part. But since this Talky part was already a fully functional personality with out need of the other sub-personality partial codings, nothing much has changed in his make up. Talky seems to be back to his normal Chirpy self, and will be intergrated into the household systems again in a few days. It probably won't take him long to reaquaint himself with the matrix and start asking people if they want toast. Don't worry about partial or total reprogramming like Dante did though, Talky really only has one code now and this one is basically tamper proof. Even if he was tampered with, it would be like trying to take over the matrix with fuchi-4 without any programs or programing skill, you really can't conceiveably do it. All Dante really did was get lucky in making the Monica coding dominant, this coding though had the ability to program like a decker or AI, while the Talky part does not have this capability. Before Talky was inbetween an expert system and an AI, somewhat akin to the Renraku Semi-Autonomous-Know-Bots, now he is inbetween SAKB's and an expert Systems toaster, not even close to being on the level of Harlequin's Gossymer.]<<<<< -- Spirit >>>>>[Bruce and company, I just booked a flight and should be at ENCRYPT:##MEETLOC&TIME@## My hardware is being shipped through alternate routes, but I'll have it before the meet. So, how thick of skin do da Denver Pigs got? We gotta git WHAT back quickly]<<<<< --Gawk <10:19:23/ 02-01-55> >>>>>[Daaaaa, Bugger. I wish the cells had a terminal. I could have missed all the drek. Chance and Co, that git Panthra sent someone down to bail me and the girl. This guy was all smiles, saying he owed Panthra a favour. We got bundled into a large limo and to come face to face with Mr Ares Pred. Things weren't looking good. I was going to be thanked for my help with a move into a comfortable hole, six foot under, when a grenade blast flipped the car. It seems if more of Hammer's gits, wanted to say goodbye too. I legged it with the girl, while the two groups traded lead. Can anyone pull up anything about this Panthra bloke quickly ? I'll just pop into see the Doc for a while. Gawk, you foul mouthed,leering, over muscled, drooling pile of Ork slime, your back ! Bloody good show and all that. Yes, I seemed to be in it up to my neck again. Come down to Denver and we'll make a mess of one of the sectors *grin*, just like Berlin. Oh and watch out for Firewraith, she nearly Elvised Phoenix and it looks like she's lost it. DON'T GO PLAYING WITH FIRE !]<<<<< -WHAT(17:25:11/1-2-55) >>>>>[Hey, Cyberpunk, I might be able to help out. I'd heard that the gang had a big run-in with some unfriendly and most of them got wraithed. The three circles logo doesn't ring a bell, but if you go to a pub, er, bar called Ziggy's Rest and ask for the "old man". Say "WHAT thought you could do with the cash" to the person your pointed to. It'll cost you, but it's a damn good source. Have fun term, and shout if you needed any more help.]<<<<< -WHAT(17:40:00/2-1-55) >>>>>[***giggle***, ***giggle***, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha....Uh...hmph. ***giggle***, oh forget it.]<<<<< --Jasmine <09:55:43/02-01-55> >>>>>[ And, speaking of keeping the cash flowing, we need to scout out a buyer for those disks. I'd just as soon you handle that end, Solonus; I'm just not that public. In the meantime, I'm gonna size up the security situation. It shouldn't be that much of a problem, I mean, it's just Channel 13, right? ]<<<<< -- ...shadowfire... (77:77:77/77-77-77) >>>>>[Nice try, Hammer. Your agents just weren't good enough, at least not the ones you sent after me. I don't know about Slash, Diana, and Roxey though. Just to bring you up to date, in case your agents didn't tell you, they caught on to me somewhere around 6th Street and I-25. They didn't try anything until I left to hit an old hang-out of mine. There I was, just minding my own buisness, talking with an old friend, when these three thugs walked in the door. Now, this is a place where if you look tough, you get in. If you aren't a regular, or aren't known by the bouncer and the owner, you won't get any decent service. As I know the owner, I didn't have a problem, but your boys did. They shouldn't have asked for a table near mine.... I sat there while Mike finished his tiny beer and bowl of green chili and the green chili reilleno(excuse my poor spelling) and I stood to leave. Well, the three guys also stood up(oops, poor timing) and tried to follow me out. Well, I had this bad feeling that they didn't want to be my chummers, so I asked Mike to take care of them for me. I seriously doubt that they left the place. Actually, I guess they probably did, but not in any manner that you'll be able to identify the bodys. And then the couple still in the car tried to tail me back home. Big mistake, considering I ran them off the road into an oncomming Bergen. And then the bike you added after that happened, well.... I didn't enjoy having to add grand theft auto to my list of crimes, but it did get him off my tail. If that is the best you can do, Hammer, then you ain't ever going to do much to me or my friends.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(12:49:16/02-01-55) >>>>>[AJ, while you were disappearing from Hammer's goons, we got ambushed. Here Diana and I were, all havin fun eatin in a nice restaurant and everythin when a couple of waiters walked up to us nice as could be and told us a Mr. Jackson was on the phone. Now, this kinda set me up as neither Diana or I call him Jackson, and he doesn't refer us to him as Mr. Jackson. So I headed off, all nice and stuff(it is a nice restaurant and all), to the phone. It just happened to hanging off the hook, next to the men's room, when three goons and one of the two waiters came out and grabbed me. They held me there until Diana was brought in, at which point they said that if we so much as blinked we'd be fragged. Well, they knew Diana was a magician but still didn't get it when all of a sudden one of them(holding me, as a matter of fact) starts pukin up roaches. NOT a pleasant sight. Then another one(holding her) screams in pain as that trusty whip in her fingertip snaked out and had cut his right hand clean off. Seein that they wanted us toast, but that they were really only hired guns, I pulled out my trusty Pred(ahhhh the advantages of knowing the management) and proceeded to blast away, in a men's room, with a silencer. Diana also took out her fair share, but I really wish you hadn't killed those guys. It'll take them weeks to get the blood out of the carpet.]<<<<< -- Slash(12:58:41/02-01-55) >>>>>[Well, hey, the guy had my Ruger beaded in on your head, and unlike your quasi-pacifist ass I pack real ammo, not gel rounds. And how do you think I feel? I fraggin near passed out from the drain of boiling all that blood out of his veins. But you have a really sick sense of humor, Slash, kinda like mine. I'm sorry, but you can't complain when you were the one who laughed when mine. I'm sorry, but you can't complain when you were the one who laughed whentI stood up the dead guy head down in the toilet bowl....]<<<<< -- Diana, Mistress of the Night(13:01:57/02-01-55) >>>>>[Well, in comparison to my evening you all had good nights. I not only got drugged, clubbed into unconsciousness, and kidnapped, but shot at, cut, and fraggin near blown up! First thing I do is hit an old bar from the last time I was here. I have all this trouble getting in as the old owner died recently(Hammer killed him, as a matter of fact, you sick son-of-a-slitch. You didn't have to kill off an old man), and when I do get in I get a NarcoJect cocktail instead of the Primal Scream I had ordered. With Max's help, I stayed conscious only to stagger to the door and get clubbed to the fraggin ground by the bouncer. Nest thing i know it's later, I'm in a well lit room in some other building, and tied down. Calling up Max, he comes in(no warding...bad planning on that account) and cuts the bonds with no real difficulty)))can I tell it?((( no, let me finish. Then, on the way out I spook a guard who sets off an alarm of some kind. Well, I kill him off easy enough and grab his rifle. Then all drek breaks loose and the lead starts flying. Max)))Please?(((no, let me finish... adds a bullet- barrier to me, keeping me safe while I run through to a bike, start it up, and take off. That's when the troll with the sword showed up. He put a nice big gash into my left shoulder, too. Until I got by him on the bike, and Max helped alot too)))thank you((( you're welcome, Max. Here, have a drink. )))ahhhhhh, thanks! Mmmm, good stuff this...no Salish food?(((no, Max, no Salish dinners for you here. sorry...but where was I? Oh, that's right. I forgot to check of the bike was booby-trapped, which it turned out to be. I get about three blocks away, stop, and order a few of my other planar friends to make thier lives a little...warmer, and the place went up. Smelled of propane, gasoline, Multifuel, and there was ammo cooking off all over the place in the warehouse. Luckily for me the pressure wave knocked me clear of the bike cause then it exploded too, about 5 seconds later. Then I headed back to the old bar I was at earlier today, and burned the fraggin thing down. I'm sorry to report that the new owner was found inside, along with his bouncer and bartender, as well as 3 other workers(all of which were Hammer's goons), burned to a crisp. They didn't have much a chance against a really pissed off fire adept and her ally. But maybe it was the elementals I used... Oh well. I'm fine now, but Hammer, you got me mad. Bad idea. Picture the most pissed off you've ever seen a woman, add red hair and a hair-trigger temper(as well as a strange history that you don't know diddly-drek about, right Etsy?), and multiply that by about 10. That'd be me right about now, and it'll probably only get worse.]<<<<< -- Foxey Roxey(13:20:20/02-01-55) >>>>>[ That's right shadowfire announce to the whole world that you're going to hit Channel 13. Jeez... fraggin amateurs. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[Necromancer, I wouldn't even try it. I think I have enough friends to keep it safe...but, if you really must know, it's at *ENCRYPTED* under the name Fuchi. And it ought be real big. Have fun...]<<<<< - Solonus <13:11:39/02-01-55> >>>>>[Thanks Solonus... we appreciate the concern. Still no change in her condition, if anybody was wondering.]<<<<< -- Blaze (14:12:27/02-01-55) >>>>>[Hold on a sec... if it wasn't connected to "Purge", what is this about? Is Durandal pulling us into ANOTHER mess now? Lauraissa, where the frag are you now? Talk to me please!]<<<<< -- Chance (14:14:18/02-01-55) >>>>>[Hey Shades, don't worry about me... I'll go through the normal channels, but if for some reason I do have IC problems, you won't need to worry too much... Shall we go in tonight? I have a hound watching their system, not keyed to any sepcific person, so anybody who stumbles across it, please don't mess with it, and it won't mess with you... it's just standing guard... Anyway Shades, I'll see you tonight!]<<<<< -- Coyote (Born to Deck!) >>>>>[Hey, WHAT, don't worry about it... we're going on tonight... if the girl matches the picture I'm including in this file, then be VERY careful... that means that Panthra is on the Genetek payroll... I'm running into the Genetek system tonight to see what, if anything, I can find on this "Panthra". I'll let you know what I find... until then, please keep the girl hidden! If she is who I think, then I'll arragne to have her taken off of your hands in a couple of days... please hold onto her until then!]<<<<< -- Coyote (Born & Raised in the Matrix!) >>>>>[ Listen I.B.A., if one of those third-rate tridheads could get in here, I'd pack up and move to a different Shadowland. Do we or do we not have one of the most secure positions in the matrix? Defenses designed by deckers who can crack Zurich Orbital? Come ON, man. ]<<<<< -- ...shadowfire... (&&:&&:&&/&&-&&-&&) >>>>>[Drek, can't a guy travel in peace? I got off da plane and gaurds was all over me. I was goin' to pick up my stuff, when I noticed a big, bumpy, Knight followin' me. The fragger noticed me watchin' and fired his taser at me. What a shock (hehe). It looked rather funny though, a big dolt like dat wit a gun dat big, more of a goon than WHAT. Well, 'cause of da actions I took to fix my problem, I had to leave real quick and couldn't git my hardware. Think one of ya could pick it up for me? I'm headin' off to the...just a second buddy... dreck not again...^^^^TERMINAL DISCONNECTED^^^^^]<<<<< --Gawk <14:23:22 / 02-01-55> >>>>>[Bruce, what the HELL is going on? Some gang#!#TEr FR432eaks jumpe345 m#@e. I go*&t 1 of 'em then#%$^%#$%#........ Sorry, me box took a hit. I got one of da fragheads then da front of da building next to us just blew. Knocked all of us on our behinds. They looked at me real funny th@#@^^^##& #^%&ERTEW^@RET...... Stupid, piece of drek. then they took off. I think I recognize one of 'em tho. I'll see ya'll at da meet.]<<<<< --G!#@awk <14:30:21 / 02-01-55> >Thanks Spirit. I think. Me compared to Talky. *ew*< -Gossymer >>>>>[ Well, Mr. Smooth, will there be any details of this run you mentioned forthcoming, or should I look elsewhere for something to occupy my spare time? ]<<<<< -- The Jeweler <15:13:22/02-01-55> >>>>>[Only ten, Roxey? Hah! Try thirty or forty.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[Anyone interested in the concert should go to *****location*****, there are still a few seats left at the Arena. The show starts at 8P.M. and the gates open at 7:30P.M. If you go enjoy the show]<<<<< -- Patricia O'Connor(19:15:55/02:01:55) >>>>>[Well, Leon surfaced this afternoon. I still don't know physically where he is, but a legal document was filed in UCAS West District Court citing an Intent to Encorporate. Leon will be presiding over a company called 'Automated Infoworks'. There is no partner listed and the address is a P.O. box in Minneapolis. The discription of the company is: "Providing consultive resources for automative information systems". I haven't a clue what that means. I still don't have an LTG, but as soon as I get one, I'll let y'all know.]<<<<< -- Wolf 359 <17:53:40 / 02-01-55> >>>>>[ Yes, Stormfalcon, I am a big SEXY lass :) ]<<<<< -- Cerise <19:39:39/02-01-55> >>>>>[I'm almost done with a little job. If I'm in the papers, include me out. Hopefully you'll hear back from me]<<<<< -- Beowulf King-Lear (02-01-55/20:08:12) >>>>>[ Heather, Highlander could tell you what you want to know, but if your half the decker you claim to be you should be able to find that information yourself. Good luck, because I feel for you if you fail.]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <19:41:42/02-01-55> >>>>>[ No, I.B.A., I think that Powerhouse is implying that you can't handle any girl you weren't at least a decade older than. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <19:44:44/02-01-55> >>>>>[ Cerise: Be quite! Your giving Heather too much information.]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <19:45:34/02-01-55> >>>>>[ I think that will be enough form you, Nightstalker. How could you even consider setting up a respectable woman with that slimy I.B.A. ]<<<<< -- Raven the Mage <19:46:58./02-01-55> >>>>>[ Thank you, Powerhouse. Your devotion is always appreciated. How about we go dancing sometime? I have something I want to give you. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <19:47:47/02-01-55> >>>>>[ Hey, be careful what you say about a lady... She might be listening in, and if she is, you may very well end up in a hospital, even if you may be joking... ]<<<<< -- CoHort <02-01-55/17:33:45> >>>>>[ Jasmine, I can show you the recipe if you'd like, but I haven't heard of any name for them... ]<<<<< -- CoHort <02-01-55/17:44:34> >>>>>[ You know, I think I can smell another run coming on... Beowulf, HellSpawn, get ready... ]<<<<< -- CoHort <02-01-55/17:47:43> ***** Encrypt: Paradise lost v2.3: AJ >>>>>[ Yes. I know for a fact that Dragoneyes, Doc Grizzle and I (Gutterrat) are in desperate needs of a safe place to sleep. ]<<<<< -- Gutterrat <16:01:14/2-1-55> ***** Encrypt: Misery v.2.7: AJ >>>>>[I am interested in a safehouse, but only so that we can plan, and figure out how to save alot of chummers. ]<<<<< -- Bruce <16:03:00/2-1-55> >>>>>[ Ah the amazements of reality. While you all screw around trying to figure what way is up... I have Blitzkrieg and Firewraith in my hands. Phoenix, Doomsday are hands of interpol. And WHAT is in trouble with the local authorities. In addition, you all are just trying to regroup. How ironic. Oh, I almost forgot... Bruce, whenever you get around this, I just recieved this message. Your friend Karl... you know the one that save Blitzkrieg and Firewraith when they were last in Berlin.... well he's a dead man now. So AJ, when am I going to get one of those pretty dikoted arrows of yours in my neck?]<<<<< -- HAMMER <00:07:13/2-2-55> >>>>>[ I'm glad to see you made it out of the jail while continuing to breathe, WHAT. You seem a decent fellow; I'd hate for you to die. It would seem this HAMMER is causing many of you great difficulties; To any of you who need it, I hereby offer my aid in the form of a bodyguard. If you feel you should need an escort who is fast and excels at close-quarter fighting, please consider asking me to tag along, as it were. I'd prefer to stay out of the places that don't allow you to bring swords, but I am capable without Glitter and Sparkle. It's just that, with them, I am better yet. ;) I really must invest in some lessons on this system... I get too easily confused, and occasionally miss events. I'm sorry I missed the 'exorcism', though I would not have been useful in the ceremony itself, only as a guard. Ah well, I know most of you are a sight more adept at this Matrix work than I; but then all people have their own areas where they feel particularly competent, eh? Well, I must go, but if anyone has need of my protection, please feel free to notify me. I'm in Seattle currently, but it is not difficult to go to another city, if you only give me adequate warning. And do tell me what to expect. I have suitable attire for many different venues. Till we speak again, may the Powers watch over you all, and give you aid against this HAMMER. (And where did Dante get to, eh?) ]<<<<< -- Scythe <00:37:18/02-02-55> >>>>>[ Yeah, sure. I still bet that say.. Highlander.. is cuter than you are! *grin* Send a pic? ]<<<<< -- Stormfalcon (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[ Just look at my icon. I don't look too much different, right Highlander? ]<<<<< -- CoHort <02-02-55/01:13:32> >>>>>[ Just a sec.. I'm tired of typing for the nonce: *****INCLUDE AUDIO FEED {In an atrocious but hilarious Scottish accent} Well there, lad, if tha' comment was for me, I was asking for Cerise... Ye are cute but I seem to find the female form more pleasing. {At this point, there is some coughing and then continuing in a normal voice, fairly high but with no distinguishable accent at all} Enough of that. I swear, speaking with the brogue has GOT to be harmful to one's throat. *laugh* Well, that's enough for now but I do think I shall keep this microphone hooked up. Bunches easier than typing everything in... ]<<<<< -- Stormfalcon (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[Coyote, tonight it is..between your hounds and my angels of darkness this should be fun..]>>>>> -- Shades >>>>>[Ok Coyote, I'm on line and in the pipe... get here as soon as it becomes convenient for you please... I'm including a nice little utility that redirects my hitcher circuits through a windowing pipeline to an LTG of choice..so if you want to use that, you're friends can watch if they've a telecom with video link ,or you can use the feed to get a fuller log if you wish ***include Masque_of_Angels *** if you have a hitcher rig on your deck then please run this second program on it, it'll enable me to see you're view in a little portable tv in the net..very useful if we're in different places... you can use it to get my viewpoint by piping the Masque into it.. ***include Sight_of_God *** Listen, I know it's complex, but until you've used it you have no Idea how use- ful it can be ...I'm sort of an expert on multiple-decker runs, and this stuff gives you a real edge, trust me.]>>>>> -- Shades >>>>>[Yo, coyote, your dad's a pretty cool guy...for a human]>>>>> -- Shades >>>>>[No problem. I'll do some scouting around, to see if anyone wants to buy 'em. There must be SOMEONE out there that would want them...]<<<<< - Solonus <07:48:44/02-02-55> >>>>>[No problem, Blaze. It's just my job to be concerned, I suppose...and I'm sorry to hear there's no change in her condition. Argh.]<<<<< - Solonus <07:52:43/02-02-55> >>>>>[Chance, luckily we managed to get out of the apartment safely. We drove my car over to Durandal's place and found out that it's been trashed. His computer had been destroyed, the apartment ransacked. I couldn't really tell you who it was, but Durandal seems really upset. He's freaking out over onm the computer right now... Right now, I'm kinda stuck here... His apartment is pretty well uninhabitable and the locks are toast. He was wounded earlier, so I'm basically babysitting him until either he gets better or something happens. How close are you to hitting Gentex?]<<<<< -- Laurissa <09:10:06, 02-02-55> >>>>>[Thanks, Semetex. Your cover fire made the differance. Do you think you can find me several hundred rounds of 7,62 mm x 51 mm NATO ammunition for the LMG? I've gone through most of what I had when we were shooting at the panel van.]<<<<< -- Laurissa <09:12:29, 02-02-55> >>>>>[No problem on either one. I have a supplier who should be able to take care of it. By the way, I will be going out of town for a short time.]<<<<< -- Semetex <09:14:10, 02-02-55> >>>>>[ Ah fraggin hell give a man a break. I'll give Heather the time of her life if I take her out, I have charm wit, elegance and manners. What more do you need ? ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Who the hell are you talking about IBA you overweight bugger :)]<<<<< -Punisher (15:17:44/2.2.55) >>>>>[ Ha, fraggin ha. ! ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Well while IBA is trying to prove he is not everything that people seem to think about him. I will do the most gracious thing and accept your kind invitation Cerise. How about I pick you up tonight and we do the town, it's been a while since we've been out together. Oh, what is this thing you wish to give me ? You have my curiosty piqued. ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (15:20:45/2.2.55) >>>>>[ Oh, IBA we can finally inform you that you have nothing more to fear from that particular corporate exec. He has been taken care of in a most satisfactory method, and no he isn't dead, let's just say missing :)]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (15:22:49/2.2.55) >>>>>[ Good, I'm beginning to feel like a fraggin veg-head living in this part of the world. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[Laurissa, with the place in that condition, do you think its that good an idea to hang there? I mean, if they catch wind that's where your hanging, it'll be a tough location to defend... I hate to do this, but this place is turning into a safehouse anyhow... why don't you and Durandal come over here? We've already got a Doc handy (keeping an eye on Widow... still no change, BTW), and we have enough room... and we have decent defenses... It's up to you, but I suggest you come here... hell, bring Semetex if you want... just get to where I'll know you'll be safe... and a place where I can contact you easily... and that seems to be here... Besides, you can come and see Widow while you're at it... maybe knowing you're not mad at her will make a difference... ah well... I'm waiting for Coyote to come back with the Genetek info... I'll be here.]<<<<< -- Chance (11:17:59/02-02-55) >>>>>[ Who let that bugger out of jail ? ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (16:17:38/2.2.55) *****[Encrypt enigma pub.key 11|chance and co.]***** >>>>>[Chance, I don't really know if I can trust you with this, but if you need another safehouse I can certainly oblige... ALL facilities are present and we can manage as many as you want..but your freedom to come and go would be very slightly restricted..you can only enter and leave in the company of me or any other member of the Eyrie..We're in the barrens if you want to hole up here..I think our defenses are capable of holding off anything short of a full corp striketeam or a military attack. I don't wan't to say too much..there've been too many broken encryptions at this node recently anyway, but call me here if you're interested...]>>>>> -- Vertical >>>>>[Oh hello Scythe, cheers for the offer term. Yes, I bloody well could do with the help, not for me of course *ahem*, but for the young lady I'm with. Make your way to Denver, and send me one of those encrypt messages telling where you are and I'll meet you there. Sorry this isn't encrypted but I'm back to typing on this crap piece of demitech. Daaaaaa !]<<<<< -WHAT(16:50:23/2-2-55) >>>>>[Gawk, you dim sod, stop fragging with the bad guys and get your ugly hide over in my direction. Remember, the french bar we first when to when we got to Paris, well meet me at the bar of the same name in Denver tonight. Oh and bring a load of guns, 'cos I've only got a streetline special on me. It might stop Hammer's lot for a few seconds while they wet themselves laughting, but that's going to be it.]<<<<< -WHAT(15:57:12/2-2-55) >>>>>[ WHAT you say you need some guns ? Well if you're still in Seattle I think it's about time I introduced you to my fixer. ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (17:13:19/2.2.55) >>>>>[Hey AJ, Me and a friend are on our way to visit. I'll try to be careful but there seems to be a lot of interest in me at the mo, so laying out some refreshments for uninvited guests may be a good idea .... Coyote, have you pulled anything yet ? Bruce, we need to talk privately, and it's fairly urgent too. *sigh*]<<<<< -WHAT(16:15:45/2-2-55) >>>>>[WHAT, where da frag are ya? #@$%Meet me$%at ENCRYPT:##LOCATION## Hurry, I ain't lookin' forward to meetin' any more goons! What did you guys git me into anyways? I should never work for free!]<<<<< --Gawk <11:20:44 / 02-02-55> >>>>>[Cheers PH, but I'm stuck in lovely Devner, free trader capital of the world, if you have the cash, unfortunately I got seperated from mine for the mo. *sigh* I hear that your going dancing, a man of many talents then *grin* Hasn't then the Jock still got his eye on her then ? Oops, men with guns, time to leggit. I wonder who they belong to ?]<<<<< -WHAT(16:30:09/2-2-55) >>>>>[You misrable git, Gawk. Right I'm on me way. Oh there's four of them chasing me on foot *grin*. Just like the good old days... {terminal link disconected} -WHAT(kxsk >>>>>[ Yes the Jock does still have his eye on her, and at the moment so does half of bloody Seattle, *sigh*, maybe one day :) Oh if you're really strapped for cash I can forward some to an account of your choice, reasonable interest rates :) ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (17:36:25/2.2.55) >>>>>[Hi, I heard somebody say that they are interested in selling a product. I could probably take it off of your hands. I'm sure I can find a suitable buyer. Keep me in mind for your wants and needs. No need is too big, if the credstick is talking.]<<<<< Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..> >>>>>[Ya, the lazy slob thinks he's a fixer now. Well, I guess it's easier than runnin']<<<<< --Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..> >>>>>[Billy, I told you not to use my deck any more! Sorry, it's hard to find good drivers now a days isn't it! By the way, I was scanning the news today and noticed that child disappearnaces is up about 43% from last year, sad isn't it.]<<<<< --Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..> *****Encrypt DECENTRALIZER Action Jackson***** >>>>>Boss, as of this communication, I have to cut you off. You break the 10% margin here, but not by much(total threat assessment: 11.45%). Sorry. Hammer has connections way up the food chain in the German CIA, whatever it's called. He's a very powerful physad and has been after Blitzkrieg for a long time. Since Blitz. was 12. Blitz's brother is(maybe was) in on this too, and the German Gov. wants him. They think it's in thier advantage to get him back. Besides that, I don't want to activate any agents before it's truly necessary to keep us going, and this doesn't qualify. Sorry.]<<<<< -- Moriarity(14:06:42/02-02-55) >>>>>[No problem, and don't worry about us. We'll take care of this somehow. Thanks.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(14:07:46/02-02-55) >>>>>[MORGAN!!!!! Val said yes!!!! We can go out! YES yes yes...]<<<<< -- Little Dragon(speeled it right!!!!)(14:09:03/02-02-55) >>>>[Nope. I still see Thugs outside my window. Two are across the street, trying to look cool and watch the build- ing. Two more infront of the door of the building. And thanks for the tip. I checked out the source, and the nifty triple interconnected circles are the national symbol for _bioweapons_. *grimace* I think this is bigger than I want to handle. Harlequin can you come in on this?]<<<<< -Cyberpunk <11:24:12/02-02-55> >>>>>[Jimi, playing my old game now huh. I always wondered what models did once they burned out. You hear all kinds of unsubstantiated rumors around here. Swing by some time and I'll buy you one on the house.]<<<<< -- BrainFry <14:24:18/02-02-55> *****ENCRYPT FLAME_TRAP v.2.1: What MPCP only >>>>>[ If you're really hard up and can swing it, get into Sioux section and ask at a talismonger for directions to Ghost Wolf. They'll ask you a question, you answer "Chuck Solis", pronunciation wise at least and they'll take you there and let you into one of my places there. The armory is the first door on the right, they'll let you in. Help yourself and don't trash the place or lead people there if you can help it... ]<<<<< -- Silverflame (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[Coyote and Chance, I don't the situation either. The place is pretty trashed and the doors are pretty badly damaged. Whoever did it wasn't happy, that's for sure. I don't know something doesn't seem right. Not just the obvious stuff, but something just doesn't feel right. I would leave right now, but he's on the computer and pretty vunerable to anyone outside. I'll be over whenever I get a chance.... Thanks for tipping off Semetex - he's out of the country now - but if he wouldn't have been there, we would have gotten our clocks cleaned. Well, that eiree feeling is coming back, so I'm logging out...]<<<<< -- Laurissa <15:05:07, 02-02-55> >>>>>[Chance, Durandal wants to go off on some sort of personal crusade, so I'm leaving.]<<<<< -- Laurissa <15:08:42, 02-02-55> >>>>>[Following up on Wolf 359's information, I've managed to locate the LTG range for Automated Infoworks (Meyer's new company). It's a ghost site, so there is no way to tell where he is PHYSICALLY. But the LTGs are attached to ChiNet out of Chicago, so accompanied with the mail-drop in Minneapolis, we can assume that he is somewhere in the western UCAS. Anyways, the LTG range is ***encrypted***. Be careful checking it out. Leon may be a putz, but he IS an excellent computer programmer and he could probably clean your clock. More information as we get it.]<<<<< -- Ramirez <> >>>>>[Gawk, I'll have the equipment you ordered at the ENCRYPT:##LOCATION## It was a tough order, Heavy and quick, but you had the money and I got the stuff. Don't shoot it all off at once.]<<<<< --Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..> >>>>>[What was that about?]<<<<< - Icepick <15:53:00/02-02-55> >>>>>[ WHAT, at this moment is there anything that isn't important.... Your right... Doc Grizzle and DragonEyes are really itching to fully heal. I think they may want to do something really stupid. So the feeling's mutual. Get yourself over to AJ's sometime in the near future. ]<<<<< -- Bruce <15:11:27/2-2-55> >>>>>[I don't think it's bioweapons in particular....Just the international symbol for biohazard >>>>>[ Calm down. We probably shouldn't be here; my dad's mentioned some guy here who's worried about kids being here. Plus, why mess with this stuff when there's real life? I bet I can get Becky to come with us, too. She's pretty fun, especially when people underestimate her... ]<<<<< -- Morgan (00:00:00/10-10-10) Protected by Silverflame Don't pick on kids, Necromancer >>>>>[Turn your back and.... Well, Bruce(actually, I'd better call him Little Dragon with Bruce around again) and Morgan took off today for a day on the town. And Little Dragon has again adopted another family member, this time a "big brother." This proves to be rather interesting if they keep going out. Well, today they didn't do anything wild(yet, I'm sure). They took the bus, without telling me when they'd be back, off to Downtown and toured Pike's Market. And then they pulled a truly juvenile practical joke on your's truly. They bought a couple live crabs and put them in the pool. Needless to say, they laughed very hard while I was healing myself. Wait a minute...they don't have the money to buy real crabs...(BRUCE TOKAGAWA!!!! GET DOWN HERE!!!!)]<<<< -- Valentine(18:28:28/02-02-55) >>>>>[Oh, by the way guys. If you have need of some things in the lethal department we have a small armory in the house. Not a large one, but it is a safehouse, not a police station. And as it has no direct Matrix location(I'm using a public telecom in a friend's pub)/link, it can't be compromised in that way. I figure that using it as a safe location to talk and plan various movements(like breaking out various individual from various locations) would be a good idea.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(18:34:51/02-02-55) >>>>>[Ahhh, refreshments. I belive we may have something available... We'll just have to make sure that they don't get away lest they reveal our location. Hmmmmm.... I wonder if Roxey and Slash can serve up something....]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(18:30:40/02-02-55) >>>>>[Great. Everybody's favorite investigative reporter is back on our case. Again. Not like we haven't seen enough of this guy. *****Include Video Feed***** GOOOOOOOOD MOOOORRRRNING listeners!!!!!! This is your friendly breakfast companion and reporter, asking you if you'd like some NEWS?!!? News is good. Watch more News! But since you obviously want more news if you're still watching, here's the latest in the arrests of two suspected terrorists and definate criminals. Criminal one, believed to have been recently suffering from amnesia, is in the custody of UCAS authorities pending charges and a trial. He is under extreme guard by the FBI and is expected to be arraigned on charges of Murder, racketeering, conspiracy, Use of military weapons, explosives, and cybernetics, and several counts of autotheft. The officer in charge refused to answer any questions posed by this reporter. However, the other individual, a suspected terrorist in over 20 bombings, 45 murders, several of which were brutal assassination style, 30 thefts, 12 kidnappings, as well as a large battery of lesser offenses such as Piracy, possession of military technology, possession of illegal cyberware, is currentlyin the custody of Interpol agent Commander Drake, Special Squad leader. When asked where the prisoner was being taken, he only said "out of the country" and then rudely brushed this reporter off. However, in a written statement just recently distributed, Cmdr. Drake informs us that the prisoner's safety was paramount to Interpol as several suspected enemys of the prisoner were believed to be in the country, readying an assassination attempt. Keeping you ever informed and full of NEWS, this is Charlie Fingers *****End Video Feed***** Great, they moved Doomsday out of the country and Pheonix is in the FBI's custody. Too bad Moriarity cut you off, AJ. His agents could probably give you the exact location, movements, etc of Pheonix. But as it is we'll just have to break him out too. Highlander, I'd like you to track down Doomsday. I suggest that you start with the plane that Drake commandeered. You know, some of those IP cops with Drake looked familiar...]<<<<< -- Slash(18:50:20/02-02-55) **** Encrypt Pride_of_the_Hawk AJ MPCP only**** >>>>> AJ, you chums looks like you could use a hand. I'm a native to Denver and a tad handy with magic so if's ya would like some help drop me a line here and I can be over in a jiff.<<<<< -- Midnight Storm <18:22:45/02-02-55> >>>>>Hey chums, looks like some major drek is flying out your way. I been meaning to go cross-country with my RV for a while now and could be out there in a half-day or so. Lemme know and I could even stop by a couple terms of mine and bring mondo equipment along.<<<<< -- Drubar <18:27:16/02-02-55> >>>>>[ I would be delighted, Powerhouse. Pick me up at 8:00. I have your gift all warmed up for you. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <18:19:19/02-02-55> >>>>>[ Amazing isn't it. The fragger gets arrested and thrown in jail for kidnapping and various other crimes. He then gets a lightened sentence for working on Omega Island, and then the fragging UCAS Goverment lets him start a corporation. I wonder what old Joe thinks of these developments?]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <18:26:01/02-02-55> >>>>>[Think maybe these 'Thugs' could have anything to do with Dante? HE was quite ond of that label.]<<<<< -- Raven <21:44:05/02:02:55> >>>>>[Remember, though, that Meyers wasn't convicted of kidnapping or murder. He did plead guilty to conspiracy, which is really just a bogus crime. He was sentenced to a year and a day in prison, but Omega contracted his prison sentence, meaning that for a year and a day Meyers had to be a prisoner to Omega. He got off early for good behavior. Also, Meyers didn't commit his crimes in UCAS, so that's a plus for him. As for Joe, haven't talked to him.]<<<<< -- Wolf 359 <21:06:27 / 02-02-55> >>>>>[ SPAWN? are you still out there? perhaps you _can_ help. Have you ever heard of the Illumina **FILE INTERRUPT** >>BLOCK DELETE 12.71 Mp .................]<<<<< -- ...shadowfire... (##:##:##/##-##-##) >>>>>[Why mess with this stuff? Cause it's here, of course! And I remember Becky. She was alot of fun, especially...ooh! litebulb! oops, spelled it wrong, oh well, butt I did get an idea for our next trip. How does tar-i-slar sound? Oh, Diana isn't their anymore... well, how about everett? Go visit Goss and Harly?]<<<<< -- Little Dragon(23:01:39/02-02-55) >>>>>[ Where is the status report Doctor, you are late... Hammer, I want to debrief you in person. Let's meet at ##Time## ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <06:11:13/2-3-55> >>>>>[ I will be there, Herr Nightmare ]<<<<< -- HAMMER <06:11:59/2-3-55> >>>>>[ With all due respect, Herr Nightmare. The patient is quite a mess. But you know all about his wounds, so I won't go into that. It is definitly making the procedures go a lot harder. But we still expect success. He'll need 10 days to recover after the operation and he will be yours to do whatever you want. I only slightly modified your instruction for his medicine. It should be arriving by courier soon. The carrier is the one who is typing this message as I am restricted to no matrix access at my current location. The courier if you are reading this now, should present in an hour. I hope the report and modifications are satisfactory.]<<<<< -- Doctor Schmidt <06:15:31/2-3-55> >>>>>[ I'm sure they will be doctor. ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <06:17:00/2-3-55> >>>>>[ But these things aren't good. Everett should be OK. If you don't make a nuisance of yourself, I think I can get Grandfather to take us hunting in the Tir. ]<<<<< -- Morgan (00:00:00/10-10-10) Protected by Silverflame Don't even think about it, Necromancer *****Encrypt --With FeebleCrypt, the encryption program for Blondes***** >>>>>Jeweler, here is the mission file for the job. Johnson was very, very particular that the "merchandise" is not damaged. Security will be blasphemus so start working on some ceramic, plastic etc. weapons that we can get through the door. I am trying to roust up an inside contact at the Target site, but no go yet. Mayhap thou, with thine glib tongue, can prevail where I have suffered defeat. Send this to Cobra if you can insure it goes through intact. I will be sending off a probe to get Basilisk's attention so we can get him to Seattle (if he would ever answer his phone...). One last possible addition to the team is a local thug who knows the street and is said to have a few other useful skills, he will get one of my nifty probes too! Transmit data *100 mp* - address Jeweler.San *Initiate TouchyFeely Trace v 2.1 - Parameter[Basilisk]. Tracing...* *Initiate TouchyFeely Trace v 2.1 - Parameter[Plague Rat]. Tracing...* Go ahead, touch me. Its all real!<<<<< --Jimi Smooth <02:31:45/02-03-55> >>>>>[Geez, give the guy a break....He's in the hospital, anyways.]<<<<< - Icepick <07:31:45/02-03-55> >>>>>[Sure. Being a native myself(the northern area around Boulder originally, way back when) I could certainly use the help. And while we are fine on magic now(2 shamans, a partial mage, and a houngan, plus Micheal S. Baron who wanders in an out), we can always use the help. Especially if you can do the elements besides fire...Roxey just seems to not be able to do much with earth, air, or water... and Druber(if I spelled it wrong, sorry), we could use some rigging ability. I don't have my cars(looks like we'll be heading east, so I should have drove the Hudson...oh well, too late now) and stealing them as we go leaves something of a trail to follow...]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(23:12:09/02-02-55) >>>>>[Come on over, Little Dragon. The last few days have been *ahem* interesting. *cough* But I'm better now.]<<<<< -Harlequin <*ouch* *cough*> >GET THE FRAG OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID ELF! Stupid. Gets himself fried and then goes decking again. After two days of rest! T.C. runs off. I failed. Styx is recovering. And Lucinda and Sabre are helping them.< -Gossymer >>>>>[Hey Vertical, thanks for the offer, but at this point our... security hasn't been breached yet... if you don't mind though... I would like to keep your offer open in case we need something like that in an emergency, OK? Just keep your ears open and you'll know if we need your help. Thanks for the offer anyhow... Sorry we haven't really been in touch lately... but with everything that's been going on, I must admit that Coyote and I got a little... wasted last night... Coyote says he'll post the stuff they found in Genetek the other night, as soon as his headache goes away... he's still in there, pillow over his head... damn... my own head is kinda spinning at the moment... but with all this backlog to catch up on, I need to stay here... Still no change in Widow's condition, BTW.]<<<<< -- Chance (10:53/42/02-03-55) >>>>>[ Mr. Smooth, I received the job file intact. I will make a hard copy to forward to Cobra, since he wouldn't be able to decrypt anything. The conditions seem acceptable, although I haven't gone over the whole thing yet. Non-metallic weapons will not be a problem for me, and Cobra will probably depend mostly on spells and his characteristic monofilament whip. I'll check if I can get a contact inside, but it looks like we won't have that much time. I might, however, be able to "influence" someone already in the heirarchy. I'll work on it. I hope the other two will respond to your probes soon, otherwise timing might get a little short. Keep me informed of new developments.]<<<<< -- The Jeweler <08:33:14/02-03-55> >>>>>[Hey WHAT, at the moment Coyote is sitting in the tub, letting the water just roll over him... he's still in his clothes, too... go fig... he told me when he got back the other night (last night? I forget...) that they had pulled some stuff from Genetek, but that it could wait... we got wasted last night... its a long story... Anyway, if this keeps up the way its going, I'm gonna need to go into rehab... now... I want some breakfast... where's that damned toaster when you want him? sorry Coyote... I didn't know you were listening in... sorry...]<<<<< -- Chance (10:59:03/02-03-55) >>>>>[ Ich habe eine "Probe" von Seattle bekommen. Von einem Herrn Jimi Smooth. Vermuetlich haben Sie geirrt, und wollte jemanden andern erreichen. Bitte korrigieren Sie diesen Fehler. Ich mag nicht, dass man mich so stoert, wenn es unnoetig ist. Ich habe viel wichtigeres zu tun, als Idioten aus Seattle zu schreiben. ]<<<<< -- Der Basilisk <16:42:49 GMT/03.02.55> >>>>>[Yeah, we noticed, Icepick. It wasn't all that tough to figure out, for god's sake. Still, it's fun to blast him while he's gone, and at least it's quiet around here (he should get attacked more often...)]<<<<< - Solonus <11:48:22/02-03-55> >>>>>[ To all those interested.. I've been checking out Meyers new corporation....Whoah!!, The IC on thet LTG Is .Glacial. ... I couldn't do much, although I did make a nice little back- door for myself for future reference.. but the data stream through there is Phenomenal.. i was reading about 400,000 Mp per millisec...there's some serious hardware at that new site...where's Meyer's getting all the nuyen?..has anyone found out what this Company actually does yet..Automated Infoworks or whatever it's called really isn't very revealing. Anyhow, the Genetek system is history , I'm justing checking over the logs and the data we found now, I'll get back to you all once i've had a chance to read it...]>>>>> -- Shades >>>>>[BTW, Nicaragua sucks..never go there on holidays..:)]>>>>> -- Shades >>>>>[Oh geez, Doc... Lauri and Durandal just showed up here... finally... and they're both in bad shape... do you think you could drop what you're doing and get over here and take a look at them please? Thanks... I appreciate it...]<<<<< -- Chance (14:18:45/02-03-55) >>>>>[All right Chance... I'm coming... I'll be over in just a few minutes... hold tight until then...]<<<<< -- PhD (14:19:45/02-03-55) >>>>>[ YOW! Shades was right! the stream's so thick into that node you could stand a fork up in it. Got so busy I almost didn't see the entrance in time and nearly bounced off a truly nasty piece of work...it recognized me when I ran an analysis on it, and came after me like a bat outa you-know-where. I just beat feet and lost it coming through the uplink. Watch yourselves around that place.]<<<<< -- ...shadowfire... (^^:^^:^^/^^-^^-^^) >>>>>[Well Chummers... it was a very good run we had into Genetek, Shades and I... thanks again for those extra programs chummer... it made life a lot easier... I'm not gonna send a log, because, frankly, I don't feel like it... I'll just give you a basic rundown of what happened... I met Shades as arranged, and we headed over to the Genetek system... I had one of my houds run ahead to scope the place out a bit... from the outside anyhow... my hounds may be impressive, but they can't cut through IC that well... especially corp grade IC... that's my job... Anyhow... when we got there a few seconds later, there was no alert, nothing to show that they had any idea we were coming... which was good... of course, things also seemed a bit too quiet... which was bad... but we needed to go in, and this was the best time... We sleazed our way through the SAN, and then hooked up our 'link'... so that we could split up and cover a little more ground... it would make the work go faster... although it would be tough if we ran into really heavy IC, we both felt as though we could handle it... So we branched out... poking through low-security datastores to see what sort of stuff Genetek claimed to be working on... mostly stuff to make stronger crops for arid/difficult growing regions... I scanned the personnel files and discovered that Panthra, who has been bugging WHAT down in Denver and so forth, is none other than the Security Chief of Genetek, Tracy Williams... aka "Jane Wood" from the warehouse tapes... geez... the people just keep popping up, don't they... So, WHAT, the girl you've got MUST be Susan... the daughter of the CEO... she ran for a reason, and now they're after her... we want her back in Seattle, in our protection, ASAP. Do what you can... I realize that you've got your own problems, but try and get her back to us... Well, I stopped messing around with the simple stuff and headed towards the heavier datastores... stuff with Red security and heavier IC... but there still wasn't too much trouble... we could sleaze our way just about anywhere... Well, I slipped past the CPU and headed down into the more private areas... where the research itself and the 'logs' of corp officials were held... started running into some heavier stuff... so Shade and I met back up... we started doing some digging... We didn't find much... at least, nothing that realted to Purge... so we were heading back when I noticed a drone run through the wall of the SPU we were moving through... something like that always is suspicious... so we poked around and found a concelaed dataline down into another section... Thinking we were getting close to something big, we moved carefully... There were a couple of datastores, an SPU, and a direct connection that went I don't know where... but it wasn't a normal SAN.... we saved that for last... The datastores had heavy IC... the first contained records... plans for Project Purge... not details, but enough to implicate Genetek in the plot... who worked on the virus, how they came up with it, stuff like that... mostly scientific jargon that I didn't understand... but it gave some names... the main one was a shaman named Erik Tomass. He did the main magical work on the virus... something tells me that he was the magic type at the warehouse... Geez... my head is spinning... I'll get back to you.... later all!]<<<<< -- Coyote (Finally! A break!) >>>>>[ God, Bruce is corrupting me. I thought that was supposed to go the other way. Anyway, don't blame me, talk to my father. I couldn't remove the tag even if I wanted to. ]<<<<< -- Morgan (00:00:00/10-10-10) Protected by Silverflame Don't mess with my kid, Necromancer >>>>>[ Hey AJ, I'd be willing to help out you folks since I have a real need to blow away things after the Talky Incident there. Just tell me what vehicle you want me to bring along (besides bringing my armor of course)]<<<<< -- Lister <13:51:41/2-3-55> >>>>>[ Oh, AJ, the only thing I want in payment is some good brew.]<<<<< -- Lister <13:57:05/2-3-55> >>>>>[Hello? I know there's got to be somebody listening, because I traced you here... I don't know who you are, or why you were poking around in the Genetek system, but I think that you might be able to help me... especially if you're Shadowrunners... I think my sister Tanya is in your ranks somewhere... but I haven't heard from her in about four years... so she might be dead... Anyway... I'm a decker at Genetek... and I came across something... its kinda frightening, and I don't know what to do with it... it involves some very nasty research they've been doing here at the compound... I don't know how exactly to describe it... Anyhow... I just thought I'd try and talk to you... I'm not gonna turn oyu in, because this place is bad... I just want some help... oh well... I guess there's nobody listening...]<<<<< -- Matthew Anderson (15:54:45/02-03-55) >>>>>[Greetings fellow professionals. Because of the resolution of certain factors, my team of specialized urban operatives is available for employment. I have not been able to monitor the communication traffic of this board for sometime, so I am unaware of any current projects or operations. My team is fully capable of handling a wide range of tasks and requests. For a full team resume, contact me here. Thank you.]<<<<< -- Reaper(15:35:28/02-03-55) >>>>>[Little one, you must learn self control. You have the confidence and the raw ability, but not the training or the control that you will need to survive in this world. Your uncle and I have been talking and we have decided to continue your training, but in my art. If you can learn it at your age, by the time you are Morgan's age you will be far more skilled at the Steps than I. But you must learn self control at the same time.]<<<<< -- Hermit(16:32:00/02-03-55) >>>>>[HERMY!!!!!! You're back! Where you bean? Sorry, where have you been recently? I missed our training sessions. MOrgan and i a heading over to see Harly and Goss and Styx and TC and....I forgot her name(pout). But I'll be back when I return(just ask Val, he'll tell you) and we can train then. Maybe Morganll want to train too? Then we may be going into the Tir to hunt aminals, I mean animals, but I have to behave there too. Frag))))BRUCE! Watch your mouth!(((( Sorry Sake.... Sake is my friend too!]<<<<< -- Little Dragon(16:37:15/02-03-55) >>>>>[ Oh crud... Doomsday's crimes have been jacked up... I thought he was only involved with a half-dozen bombings or so... DREK! ]<<<<< -- Bruce <15:22:30/2-3-55> >>>>>[We should be at da safehouse soon, no thanks to WHAT. The dande-eater won't even use a real gun. He doesn't realize dat those darts don't penetrate much more than leather. The girl is being hidden for safety, WHAT didn't like da idea, but she's a bit young fer him anyway! Hey, I still don't know what I'm involved in, but it looks like ya`ll pissed off someone, half da UCAS army was huntin' us. Like we're some kinda criminals or something. --Oh, yeah, we are.]<<<<< --Gawk <15:25:22 / 02-03-55> >>>>>[Mamma Mia!! It's a good thing Gawk has a good bank account, I think he got me into the middle of a war. The second the three of them left the bar, I heard shouting and gunfire. I saw three or four toadies run past the door with guns blazing. I'm telling you, it looked just like the old Keystone Cops movies For those that don't know, the Keystone Cops are from mega-old flicks that Tim Turner made into 3-D. Back to the point, What did they do? I know I shouldn't ask, but half the city seems to be after them.]<<<<< --Couch<..:..:.. / ..-..-..> >>>>>[ Lister, I will be coming with you to Denver, Kichanski wants some one to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't get hurt.]<<<<< -- Claw <19:23:58/2-3-55> >>>>>[ Well, atleast it isn't Fox, you know how he gets sick on long trips in vehicles. Is the cat coming also?]<<<<< -- Lister <19:24:23/2-3-55> >>>>>[ Yes ]<<<<< -- Claw <19:25:56/2-3-55> >>>>>[ Well ta do mah part this little southrn lass is gonna help ta find our wayward friends who have gotten introuble with the law. Ah think central Europe is a good place ta start.]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker >>>>>[ Sorry, can't stay for long, unsecured channel, has anyone seen or heard from Vanessa or Nodie.. we were seperated... Warning, those of you who were threatened by Ganz could, just possibly, be in immeadiate danger. Doomsday arrested? It seems we have a lot to catch up on .... >>>>>[Lordy, that was not fun. Then, unlike some people, Roxey, I don't enjoy killing people. But WHAT and Gawk got here almost without incident. At some point while the two were coming in, Gawk and WHAT picked up a tail or two. I hope it was only two, cause if it's more, we're found... But they knew it, and we here at the house knew exactly when they were coming in(thanks guys, we appreciated it) so we were ready for tails just in case. Well, they pulled up and got off the bike they were ridin, and Roxey went out to meet them when Max noticed a slight problem. A red bike driving by with two riders(no kids in this neighborhood, nor any adults, own a red old-style dirtbike) and a Jackrabbit with three people in it. Gawk and WHAT mentioned that that the 'Rabbit had been followin them for a while, so we should make sure they didn't get away. Well, they didn't get away. Rox just sent one of her "friends" to tail the car, and Diana and I took the car in the garage after the bike. ...after we had left the residential area. Thus began a chase that ended with the car totaled and Diana, you cold-hearted slitch, turning the driver of the bike into a sausage. She didn't even use her trademark Boil Blood, but when he started pukin up roaches he just lost control. We had to walk about 3 miles back to the nearest public phone, and then get a taxi to the house again. After we made sure they were dead, of course. I tried to interrogate one of the guys, but he killed himself before I could get any answers. Poison tooth, filled with cyanide. Almost took me with him. Not fun. Not at all. And then Roxey was following a really huge Fire Elemental she had around until the car was a ways away from the place. I hope they didn't get any transmissions off, or again we're messed. But about 3 km away, Rox ordered that fraggin elemental to blow up the car, and it did! The heat was hot enough that the manifesting sucker melted the pavement for meters around the car, and there wasn't enough left of the car or the occupants to identify as anything other than trace elements. And the sick thing is that Roxey came back and laughed about it! You're sick, Rox. Sick!]<<<<< -- Slash(22:04:53/02-03-55) >>>>>[Hardly. They are the agents of Hammer, an individual that I am not happy with. Like the gangs I ran from when I was little, he is using them, bribing them, to kill us, something that I will not allow to happen. And what about Diana, Slash? She kills chickens every week, goats every once in a while,all to perform her magic. Yet you don't call her sick.]<<<<< -- Foxey Roxey(22:07:30/02-03-55) >>>>>[But that's the way she is!]<<<<< -- Slash(22:07:56/02-03-55) >>>>>[And this is the way I am. Live with it. Deal with it.]<<<<< -- Foxey Roxey(22:08:33/02-03-55) >>>>>[Grumble gripe bitch moan complain]<<<<< -- Slash(22:09:12/02-03-55) >>>>>[ Fragging Drek!!! What was that thing that attacked us last night Powerhouse? I woiuld have sworn that it was a Tiger Shapeshifter, but all that cyberware! Damnit! The only thing that annoys me more than being attacked by strange creatures is have perfectly enjoyable kisses interrupted. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <21:50:50/02-03-55> >>>>>[ I got the file for the run. Thanks, Jeweler. I do remember Jimi Smooth, but wasn't he using a different name, then? I will read through the file and tell you if I need anything, but count me in for sure.]<<<<< -- Cobra <03:13:46/02-04-55> >>>>>[How soon can you get here? Tonight would be good... And bring Starbug, can't remember which one it is, the chopper. We'll be heading off east and maybe into Europe. Will that be good enough brew for you?]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(07:36:22/02-04-55) >>>>>[ to Matthew Anderson . Matthew, my advice to you if you want something done about anything suspect you've found is merely post as much data as you can find to this list...use a public terminal and this program, ****include| Shadowland**** To get here untraceably(by your employes at least)..nobody wants to know who you are..it's safer that way. But it's probable that someone will act on whatever you post.. there may be exceptions, but shadowland seems to contain the better type of runner.. good luck, and don't give your real name again...this isn't let's pretend.. you've just put your life on the line if genetek hears about this]<<<<< -- Vertical >>>>>[Anderson..It came to mind that it might be of interest to you to leave your current post at some point in the future...If so post to this node,flag the post for a certain Michael Douglas, and include a resume..he might be able to arrange alternative employment..and I can certainly get you out from genetek ..a mutually profitable arrangement...which is good 'cos it sounds like Genetek is going to be another freebie]>>>>> -- Vertical ***** Engage OverWatch Target WHAT >>>>>[ I would be glad to offer my aid to you, WHAT, and especially to the young lady in your care. I can be in Denver by 6:00 this evening. You can contact me at --Location-- or call --LTG-- to lead me or give directions to your location. I won't have a vehicle of my own, so take that into account. From the recent activities, I will assume I don't need to bring a suit; rather, some armor would seem more appropriate. I must go arrange my transportation, so I will hear from you in Denver. This encryption isn't particularly strong; it's designed more to alert us if someone else tampers with it. Hopefully it will get through. ;) May the Powers keep you safe until my arrival. ]<<<<< -- Scythe <10:51:47/2-4-55> **OverWatch Report: No tampering detected. >>>>>[ Most worrying, I suppose we should inform the shadow community. There appears to be a cybernetically enhanced shapeshifter at large and by it's actions it looks like it's reacted badly to the cyberware and has totally freaked out. I'd suggest giving the creature a wide berth I took a nasty gash when it suprised us. Not wanting to spoil an entrancing evening any further we decided, very quickly, to grab the bike while Cerise stunned it with a spell. My thanks Cerise, apart from that incident the night was incredible, and your kisses have a passion that none can rival. ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (16:02:23/4.2.55) >>>>>[Vert - Why does it seem like all we do are charity missions?]<<<<< -- Laurissa <11:06:01, 02-04-55> >>>>>[ What's this ? Huge amounts of information going into Automated Infoworks ? Maybe you should check it out IBA, I don't think anyone trusts Meyers further than the end of their arm. ]<<<<< -Punisher (16:05:04/2.4.55) >>>>>[ Nah, can't be asked at the moment. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Could be some money in it ]<<<<< -Punisher (16:05:59/2.4.55) >>>>>[ Aww get real, do ya really think I need the cash just now with what we made from the last fraggin job. He, he, I think the Johnson will be paying us for a long time to come if everything that we did goes right.]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Fine. I just thought you'd like the opportunity. ]<<<<< -Puisher (16:09:17/2.4.55) >>>>>[ If there really is that much data going in there it's not going to be worth much till it's been processed. A.I. has only been set up for, what 4 days. They're gonna have drek all worth selling yet. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Hey, IBA I just noticed, A.I. , automated infoworks, you don't think ?]<<<<< -Punisher (16:12:18/2.4.55) >>>>>[ Coincidence. Forget it. It's just Meyer's attempts at trying to regain some of his former glory. Anyway, wasn't the fragger declared insane ? ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Ok. Well we still have to meet, I've arranged us a meeting with a very influential European fixer. Can you get in contact with PH for me?]<<<<< -Punisher (16:15:16/2.4.55) >>>>>[ No probs. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[Ahhh, home sweet home. I wonder how my tails are doing in Denver? I will admit that you did earn a point, Raven. I was rather surprised that you actually tracked me in Dallas. I hope you didn't try the coffin. All those traps...I doubt that even you would have survived them. But where am I now, Raven?]<<<<< -- Dante(11:52:06/02-04-55) *****NOTE: Dante MPCP Traced: Seattle SAT112.45-a9 direct downlink***** *****LOcation: Redmond barrens, appartment building 479(refer public *****survey maps) *****Traced by: Raven >>>>>[ Hey Laurissa guess you'd better get yourself some decent contacts in the corp sector if all ya doing is fraggin freebies. I only do those now where chummers are involved. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>['Cos we're all stupid Lauri..that one's easy!!]<<<<< vertical -- >>>>>[OK,FYI on AI(god I love acronyms:) I accessed tha SAN on the Automated infoworks net about a half-hour ago...that's as far as I was willing to go... and I'm talking with kuang eleven grade double digit ICbreakers (who remembers the old Gibson novels that started it all huh?..man was a genius)...anyway, I got into tha SAN using the backdoor I created earlier..the IC is even thicker there now than it was yesterday..whoever's running that system is .very. security paranoid, he must be devoting about 50% of available resources to IC, and there was further inactive in the node... what else can I tell you..there were three nodes connected to this one..one a datastore where most of the data seemed to be going..I tried to head down that line and IC appears like magic.. an angel of death..so very appropriate for my scheme of things..I zeus'ed 'im once or twice and he was gone (.and so was my hangover..It's amazing what pure adrenaline does for you..) but I ended up setting up alarms all over the place and two darth-vader figures appeared (guess what..I'm an old Sci-Fi fan...Naa Really!?...) having heard something about them here on shadowland before I decid decided to bug out and ask the designer for any tips on how to do them without breaking a sweat..I know about trade secrets and stuff..but I think everyone mu st be interested in Automated and what their at?...]>>> -- Shades >>>>>[Woah, Chummers, stay far, far away from Automated Infoworks if you value your decks. All this talk about Meyers and Automated piqued my curiousity, so I thought I would take a look. Fine, right? I head in, stealth mode to the max, and all of this data is streaming in. There is data about EVERYTHING going into that place. This piqued my curiousity even more, so I figured I'd just slip in and see where all that info was going... Nice and smooth, I peaked my stealth and sensors and tried to slip in with the data packets. As soon as I came within sensor range of the place, something hit me HARD. I have no idea what it was, because it fried my deck with one hit, and nearly got me as well. I'm telling you chummers, if you value your deck and your mind I'd stay way away from that place.]<<<<< --Neuron Basher <13:23:52/02-04-94> >>>>>[I.B.A. Well, that's they problem... all of us chummers keep getting into problems with big, really well supported people. Why can't we piss of the inconsequential?]<<<<< -- Laurissa <13:24:58, 02-04-55> >>>>>[Colice, wha' ca' I say? Th' concert wa' great. I had a wonderful time an' I am very happy with the way th' song went. Th' crowd lov'd it from wha' I ca' tell.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)(14:28:47/02:04:55) >>>>>[Well, I have spent the last couple of days scouting AI. It's a bloody fortress. I didn't dive too deep because I didn't want to raise many flags, but from what I can see, there is ICe everywhere. The ICe itself isn't very unique. Simply standard stuff with some really good artwork wrapped around them. I find this odd since running a system so sculpted is CPU intensive and a waste of resources. Maybe Meyers is just having fun. In any case from what I could find, nothing is happening except for tons of raw information is being piped in. And about 99% of it isn't even technical. Things like census data and geological maps and history and philosophy. Basically anything you might find in a well-stocked university library. If Meyer's is indeed legit and is designing information system, this kind of stuff actually makes sense. Also, tapping the data-steam is pretty easy. It's using a form of the Hogwould encryption algorithm. This is fairly secure, but there is a fairly well-published read-only hole in the algorithm, and a little research will help you find it. BUT, as soon as the date gets to AI's front door, it is decrypted and then re-encrypted with some kind of an algorithm that I don't recognize, possibly Meyer's own design. The switch point is heavily guarded and you would be a fool to try to crack it. More info as I get it.]<<<<< -- Ramirez <> >>>>>[Thank you STREETWOLF, It was a great honor to sing with you. I am glad that you decided to send me that poem a while back. I would say that the crowd loved it, they were all on their feet hushed and with the lighters flaring. I think I am going to put that on one of my releases as the B-side, and I may even put it on my next album. And for any of you that did not make it to the concert, here is the song that we did together at the end of the concert. *****include videofeed Moon *****Include audiofeed Moon *You see two tall individuals singing to each other. One is a tall male Elf. He has shoulder length Blonde hair. He is wearing tight leather pants and a short vest. You recognize him as STREETWOLF* *The other is a tall female Elf. Just a few inches shorter. She has Waist length Blonde hair, She is wearing a short leather skirt that. Shows off how long her legs are She has on a leather vest. This is Colice Brightstar* UNDER THE MOON Lyrics by Senra Fineral(STREETWOLF) *Voice of STREETWOLF* Standing on a rocky shore I thought of the last time I saw you under the light Of the full moon I really missed you I can't stop remembering Those bright green eyes I long to hear your voice I wait for your touch *Voices of STREETWOLF and Colice* Chorus: Under the moon Where I can kiss you Under the moon Where I can hold you Under the moon The beautiful moon *Voice of Colice* I have been away From you for too long I need to get back to you I want you to hold me again I long for your smile And those strong arms I wish for that passion That was like a fire *Voices of STREETWOLF and Colice* Chorus: Under the moon Where I can kiss you Under the moon Where I can hold you Under the moon The beautiful moon *Voice of STREETWOLF* I want to try again Can we meet under That moon again To see your beauty *Voice of Colice* I say we can I want to be with you Forever What could be better. *Voices of STREETWOLF and Colice* Chorus: Under the moon Where I can kiss you Under the moon Where I can hold you Under the moon The beautiful moon And here we stand Under that moon That bright and beautiful moon That shines on us While kissing in the sand Under the moon Where I can kiss you Under the moon Where I can hold you Under the moon This bright and Beautiful moon *****end audiofeed *****end videofeed I hope you like it. I really would like to thank everyone that came out to see the show. And I hope to be back again soon.]<<<<< -- Colice Brightstar(14:50:45/02:04:55) >>>>>[Yeah. I'm here. the name is Bloodstryke. If you really need help call and give me da fraggin info. Don't waste time sending out allot of help messages. If we can follow them so can your employers. Sned us what info you got on defenses, but don't start askin around. We con get what you leave out. We will send out feeliers about you. If the nuyen is right. then we might consider giving you a 'vacation'.]<<<<< -- Null Link >>>>>[ Now, I'm no decker, and don't pretend to be, BUT, I asked a decker associate of mine (and he IS a real decker) to check out the info flowing into Automated Infoworks, and he came up with something interesting (or at least confusing). 35% of the infomation is political; who rules what, who's sleeping with whom, etc. 15% is geographical information; most of it is corrolated with the political info. 30% is general and semi-public info on all the major corporations in the world (not just Seattle area, the WORLD). And 20% he couldn't group into a nice category, it just seems to be random data. Make of it what you will, I just thought someone might be interested.]<<<<< -- The Jeweler <12:00:04/02-04-55> >>>>>[Don't send out anymore help messages. The name Bloodstryke. I'll see what my contacts can come up with. Send us the info you have on the experiments. We will put out feelers. If you aint kiddin then we might consider giving you some vacation time. Vacations are expensive thought. Send some of the info you have now. If we decide to get you then you should have the rest of the info on disk and ready for transport. Don't Frag it up.]<<<<< ___you dont't need to know (15:10:20/02-04-55) >>>>>[Wow... I don't get it... things have been crazy here the last day or so... ever since that announcement from Mr. Anderson came over the net... When Widow heard that (remember how we had the line open so anyone could talk to her?) she came round... sat up straight in bed, and yelled JACK! at the top of her voice... It was really eerie... Durandal whips out his gun, thinking that some ghost has come back from the past, ready to drill someone, Lauri grabs Widow's hand and tries to calm her down, and Doc is scrambling around, trying to find out just what the frag is going on... it's really strange... I don't know what the whole story is, but what I do know is that Widow has something to say... So I'm gonna put her on, despite Doc's better judgement... Wid claims it's really important...]<<<<< -- Chance (15:16:21/02-04-55) >>>>>[Hello there guys... Chance and Balze have been tellin me how concerned everybody was about me, and that everybody was asking after me... I really appreciate your concern... it makes me feel better about some of the things I did and said... I wasn't in complete control of myself, and needed a real shock to bring me back, I guess... Lauri, I know what I did, and I am truly sorry. I have some issues that I need to deal with, and I hope that you'll forgive me for the things I said and did... My final words (yes I am wrapping this up, Chance) are to Jack... Jack, it's me... Tanya... your sister... what are you doing working at Genetek? What mess have they gotten you into? Please... me friends and I are working on this... anything you can help us with will be greatly appreciated... please contact me at ***LTG #*** or, go down to the Blue Flame and ask for Widow... I'll get word and come running... jeez... little brother... I never thought we'd meet again under circumstances like these... I'm sorry I wasn't there... I tried to... *sniff* I'm sorry Jack... really... oh Chance....]<<<<< *****Connection Terminated***** >>>>>[Wow... I didn't know... Widow, I'm gonna help you out with this... Jack... if you hear this message, please contact us, we want to help... Widow's pretty shaken up... but I think she'll be fine... excuse me... I need to talk to some people... I'll check back in later...]<<<<< -- Chance (15:25:59/02-04-55) >>>>>[WHAT! He's in Seattle! Great! I'm going after him! Whoever wants to join me is welcome to... but I'm coming along... But first I gotta take care of something... *****Releasing Hound8***** *****Target : Dante MPCP***** Here we go... the game's afoot Dante, and you are mine!]<<<<< -- Coyote (LET'S END THIS!) ***** Encrypt: Minefield v.7.4: Scythe MPCP only >>>>>[ Scyth, head to **location (including directions)** I'll meet you there with the girl at 18:15. Watch out for ambushers. They seem to like happening around me for some blasted reason. Ah well. See you then. ]<<<<< -- WHAT <13:36:41/2-4-55> >>>>>[ Greetings Herr Nightmare, The operations were successful. The patient is in recovery. No rejection of medicines have happened. Everything is going better than I hoped for. And the patient hasn't lost that much in his natural skills. As, per instructions, this was reported in by a courier. ]<<<<< -- Doctor Schmidt <21:42:07/2-4-55> >>>>>[ As per your instructions Herr Nightmare, I will immediatly get on that task. ]<<<<< -- HAMMER <21:42:50/2-4-55> >>>>>Well Jimi if you got the Cred the battle wagon is always ready. Show up in the Vulgar Powers turff around midnight and I'll find you. Anyone as pretty as they say you are will stand out like a virgin on prom night. There is no problem that the proper amount of high explosives cannot solve!<<<<< --Plague Rat <17:03:27/02-04-55> >>>>>[ Aj, this is Kachanski, Lister and CLaw are hopefully enroute by now, (unless Lister is as slow as normal) just ***info*** if you need to contact them while they are flying, Starbug 1 (thats the copter) is state of the art, I should know I built it.]<<<<< -- Kichanski 15:12:57/2-4-55> >>>>>[ CRUSH want help with find Dante. CRUSH want to CRUSH Dante.]<<<<< -- CRUSH >>>>>[Aww, Raven, darling, thank you ever so much. Now I needn't trace the thug myself... Ohhh... DANTE! If you are reading this, goodbye, dead-boy.]<<<<< -- Silverflame <00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[ Yep, I was right. STREETWOLF is indeed cute but Mme. Brightstar is far easier on the eyes. *grin* ]<<<<< -- Stormfalcon <00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[Hey boss? What happened? You sounded bad when you were talking to Little Dragon.]<<<<< -Cyberpunk <15:28:20/02-04-55> >Oh, no. Don't encourage him. He needs rest.< -Gossymer >>>>>[Thanks *cough* Goss. But I'm a big elf now. I'll handle it.]<<<<< -Harlequin <*hack* >Oh, fine. It's not like I have access to medico data or anything.< -Gossymer >>>>>[Gee, Goss, I'd almost say that was an emotion. >Huh?< Nevermind. Ok, punk. Heres the low down. Four nights ago the house was attacked. I don't know why. It started with, as Styx now tells me, the spirit that guards us being nuked. Fried. Gone. Styx felt the thing go, maybe it got a message to her before it left. She's not saying. She woke up and realised it was gone, thinking to take an astral look about (she sleeps two rooms down) she slips out. And comes back screaming. Woke Lucinda, T.C. and me up. T.C. and Lucinda, fearing that Styx was either having nightmares or that she might have been attacked by her *ahem* less civilised 'brothers'. I *cough* got one of those damned feelings again. A nasty one. Ever have all your body hair stand on end? I started to retrieve some of my hard wear from where its stored (nice to keep it handy) when I feel eyes on me. I turn around and theres some slitch standing behind me. Mage type too, and he starts waving his hands. I yell out and look for something to throw when T.C. bops back through the door. For all her 'ditzy' look, she really isn't an air head. She sized things up real quick and threw some spell at him. It stopped him, but not enough. His spell washed over me *ouch* *cough* and I dropped. From Goss's vid I watched yesterday, the boyo turned, laughed, and disappeared into thin air. T.C. is gone now. Who knows where. Lucinda has been helping us along with Sabre. Frostfire is here too, healing us as she's able. I have Goss working on the ID of the jacknape. Must have forgotten we have cameras here. Anyone out there seen *cough* *hack* a blue haired Amerindian, she's wearing a long coat, a dagger, and a few bones and such. Her name is She-is-Hard-to-Catch. T.C. for short. I need to find her.]<<<<< -Harlequin >You aren't going to like this. I found the 'jacknape?'.< -Gossymer >>>>>[Nevermind jacknape. Gimme *cough*]<<<<< -Harlequin >Promise you'll get some rest.< -Gossymer >>>>>[k, ok. Worse than a mother hen program. What do you have?]<<<<< -Harlequin >The pictures show with a 99% acuracy that the perpetrator was Michael S. Barron< -Gossymer >>>>>[.....]<<<<< -Harlequin <.....> >Damn. At least he's off to bed. Anyone, if you see T.C. send her home. I'm afraid she is after Michael. And I failed. I could stop or see him enter the house. They need her back. I'm scrape.< -Gossymer >>>>>[Gee, sounds like my kind of place. Too bad I'm rather busy right now... Well, it isn't going anywhere anytime soon.]<<<<< -- Solitaire(19:36:22/02-04-55) >>>>>[Got the cocky bastard. I've been looking forward to this...]<<<<< -- Raven >>>>>[ Hello again ! It's been a few...ummm...months I think since Mommy disappeared. I think I've doubled my age since then. What's this word 'frag' ? ]<<<< -- The Child <17:01:00/05-02-55> >>>>>[ What would you like to talk about Mr. Coyote ? Have you seen Mommy ? She's been gone a lifetime but I've been learning lots like she said I should. I can a picture of her if it would help. ]<<<<< -- The Child <17:06:54/05-02-55> >>>>>[ Pay no attention to it. It means "Gee!", at least until you're a bit older. ]<<<<< -- Silverflmae (00:)0:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[ Frag was originally developed in an old war known as the Vietnam War. Bax Back then it was known that sometimes men would sometimes through a fragmentation grenade into the tent of the officer that they did not like. The word 'Frag' came from the word Fragmentation Grenade. I use it as a term saying that I will kill someone or as a term for self censorship. ]<<<<< __ Bloodstrike <17:25:00/05-04-55> >>>>>[I just retrieved the tapes from the safehouse. It was totally destroyed. There are 12 bodies, all but unidentifiable... The explosion devastated the house and three houses nearby had to be condemned, extra casualties are 5 t hospitalized, 13 treated and released. I'll upload the tapes here shortly, once the computer gets done removing the garbage. It looks like it was hell. I hope they all got away all right...]<<<<< -- Moriarity(17:32:40/02-05-55) >>>>>[Gah. What ever happened to the good ole Led Zeppelin?]<<<<< - Necromancer <22:44:23/02-05-55> >>>>>[Uh, they all died? And the group broke up even before that? BTW, good to see you back in the Matrix. How you do this time?]<<<<< - Icepick <22:45:10/02-05-55> >>>>>[Well, aside from a pair of broken ribs, I'm ok. And remember - good music knows no bounds, Icepick.]<<<<< - Necromancer <22:46:16/02-05-55> >>>>>[Aw, frag.....]<<<<< - Necromancer <22:56:50/02-05-55> >>>>>[Frag... why does it always happen? Just when things are all nice nice, everything begins to collapse again... go fig... Child, once again, I would like to talk to you... but at the moment I have something else I need to do... I need to go visit a... 'friend' of mine... I will not be long, as I don't think it will be very hard. Please, get in touch with me in a day or two... I would really like to talk with you, if only to find out who you are... in the meantime, I want you to stay here with a friend of mine... his name's Bowser, and he will keep an eye on you... *****Activate Hound8***** *****WatchDog : Child MPCP***** Don't worry, he doesn't bite...]<<<<< -- Coyote (Now to get Dante....) >>>>>[Doesn't even know how to swear. He shouldn't be in the Matrix, you guys. He's gonna get himself killed.]<<<<< - Necromancer <14:10:50/02-06-55> >>>>>[Sounds disturbingly like one of the Matrix Born.]<<<<< - Icepick <14:11:34/02-06-55> >>>>>[I'd like to see a picture of her, Coyote.]<<<<< - Necromancer <14:12:45/02-06-55> >>>>>[Oh, good answer.]<<<<< - Necromancer <14:13:04/02-06-55> >>>>>[Sorry it took so long. Somebody tried to compromise our security physically last night and the systems automatically put this on the back burner.But here it is. Some of the stuff has been edited to remove static, compress the data, or satisfy security requirements. *****Begin Safehouse Camera Upload***** Moriarity has apparently decided to give you an overview of the aftermath beforeactually transmitting the camera feeds, kind of a before and after shot of the place. Before you is a perfectly normal one story house, with a larger garage than most the neighbors and a nice white picket fence. It is the same almost- battleship grey as all the ones around it, advertising the house to be one of the hundreds of almost assemblyline homes raised in the years before the turn of the century. It seems to have aluminum siding, a few nicely tailored bushes,a well manicured lawn, and a double door entryway. The fence raised around it is a standard wooden fence, or at least looks like on. The shot from the back yard shows a couple windows and a back door and some more small trees and bushesthat seem well cared for. Then the view changes drastically to the front again. The house is gone. Totally. There is still smoke rising from the hole that looks like a basement. Jagged peices of concrete, some that look like small boulders, rise from the foundation above ground level, apparently in a single peice. Something not totally edited out in the background shows a shadow where you assume a Central vehicle rests, probably the one that carried the individual who took these phots and is resting to take him back. You also notice that the official pictures shown on the trid not too long ago(Titled "Residential Area Rocked by massive explosion") forgot to show a rather large and nearly destroyed Winnebago that appears to be in the process of being towed. Where, you don't know, but can only guess. Bodies are strewn about, some so badly mangled by the explosion that you can only guess as to what they were before. Three houses nearby are suffering from the explosion as well, with holes punched through them(flying concrete?), some sagging in the odd angles that speak volumes for how many structural members were shattered by collateral damage. People are beginning to mill about as the camera again switches to the back yard. The fence, once looking like wood, still looks like wood but couldn't have possibly held up to the explosion if it had. Indeed, a couple of broken slats appear to show the distinctive color and break marks of steel reinforced ballistic composite. The small trees and bushes appear to have been whipped by something snapping, not an explosion. Those of you who know the effect from either using it or having it used against you recognize it as monofiliment. Lots of it. Enough that you wouldn't have liked navigating through it to get the back shot. And then the cameras change again... A phone, inside the house, is ringing. An individual, labled for the time being as AJ, runs over to pick it up, and a voice comes on: "AJ, spirit down. Be....zzzzzzzzz beeeeeeeeep..." and the voice on the other end(Moriarity maybe? You're not sure.) gets cut off in the unnatural manner of a decker breaking the connection. AJ seems to recognize the sound as well and begins to shout. "EVERBODY!!! BASEMENT NOW!!!!" and all hell breaks loose. You thank your lucky stars that the editor cut down the gain on the internal mics at this point, because it is now that you hear a very large explosion and the wail/scream of the internal building alarms breaks through the near silence of before. Coming from the right side and the front door you hear the booms of violent explosions and the cameras record the locking and sealing of the blastshutter(that looked until now like normal vertical blinds) and the inner security doors to the garage and the front door. The camera views then split to about a dozen pictures of people scrambling for weapons, armor, getting out of bed, all trying to get to the basement(why, you wonder...). The cameras at the garage also notice several people tearing in to get at the inner garage door after having literally blown the main door off its tracks. The front door cameras track the movement of a very large human wearing heavy military armor and carrying what looks to be an assult cannon right up to the point that it records the muzzleflash, then nothing but static. However, on another area of recording the inner door seems to still holding, even though you see it getting repeatedly rocked and dented. Not a standard door if it can stand up to that battering... Then someone just appears in the middle of everything, manifesting as a very tall black man with a cane and top hat. Labled Micheal S. Baron, Free Spirit, you assume that it has been hanging around with Diana for a while and is now running astral overwatch. Until he begins to thrash wildly at nothingness with his cane. Oops, he's gone again and the rooms of the place begin to glow violently in colors not meant for human or metahuman eyes to see, somehow powerful enough to overcome the astral/physical barrier and imprint itself into optical chip. Elementals and spirits are appearing all over the place when the ceiling falls in. Following the ceiling is a rather large group of armor clad mercenaries, barely titled at all except as "physical adept 1?" or "mage 3". Again you are glad for the damping of the editor as magical power and bullets begin to fly. Luckily you notice that almost all of the people inside the house seem to have aquired weapons if they weren't wearing them at the time(and most were). That'wwhen the front door and the garage door both decide to blast in. You begin to wonder what's been happening to the team trying to come through the side wall and windows. AJ, standing the closest to the front door when it blew open, is caught and thrown violently aside, landing in an awkward fasion that shows his left leg to be broken, rather badly. The garage door, hanging askew on one hinge, has at least 3 people standing behind in the relative dark or passing through the door, as does the front door. And now there are around 5 people through the hole in the roof and firing. That is when one of the merc's head seems to decide to depart from his body, and another manifests three holes, perfectly centered on the eyes and one on the bridge of the nose. You don't see them exit, and he falls backward, very dead. Apparently one of the two of them was a mage of somekind because this is where about 4 fire elementals appear, converge on the headless body, and consume it in a rage. Another explosion rocks the outside of the building, this time near the kitchen window, sending armored glass flying. Through the camera you see a rather large rotodrone rising again. And then you also see a scaled down(slightly) version of a Doberman drone rolling in through the Garage door, only to stop as the finally active automatic guns start tearing chunks out of it. You doubt that they went active until now because no-one had been in the security room to activate thier batteries. BIG mistake... People are appearing at the kitchen window now, adding another two marcs to the fray. The camera recording this also shows what you think are two more bodies, lying face down in the grass. You suspect that the very same monowire that destroyed the bushes in the after shot is responsible for their deaths as well, especially since on seems to be missing half of his head, cleanly cut off, andthe other is short both legs and seems hung up on something, hanging where the wire caught on his bone lacing. But the two now in the kitchen are not carryingfirearms, but a katana for one and nothing in the hands of the other. Back in near the hole, AJ is up again, his leg appearing to be totally normal again, and running. Gawk and WHAT are fighting for thier lives with two mercs, one a Troll and the other an elf with no weapons. Gawk is doing rather well against the elf, even though you suspect that glow around the elf's hands isn't phosphorescance or a trick of the lights. And then WHAT falls as the troll gets a chop in at his side and begins to pull a laser axe. Until WHAT fires a dart into the trolls neck. He goes down almost instantly, eyes wide, screaming as the quadruple strength Hyper load takes effect. Looks like Slash might have changed loads on WHAT without telling him. Which reminds you, you haven't seen Slash, Diana, Roxey, or the two shamans yet... Scanning the screens you find them locked in combat in the basement, all but Slash(who is in the security room, you see, making sure people will be able to get into the basement without being gunned down by thier own security). Roxey is slumped over, seemingly drained heavily. DragonEyes is out astral somewhere while Diana is locked in combat with something astrally(you guess she's percieving). And that's when several holes appear beneath Roxey and two e earthen arms reach up and just kind of engulf her. Until, that is, her ally MaxiMillion appears and attacks the elemental in hand to hand combat, disappear-ing into astral space again. At this point, AJ is at the top of the stairs and running down them, gun out and stopping at the bottom of the stairs to offer cover. Gradually, one by one people appear. Gutterrat, wounded badly and hyper as all get-out, literally dives down the stairs and crashes, his body unable to take that extra punishment. Another merc, this one with a smile on his face, almost seems to teleport on camera and he's armed only with(huh?) wooden stakes. AJ and he go into melee, spurs against wood and skill. Upstairs again, Gawk, with his SMG, is showing his expertise and has put down several more with bursts to vital body parts and there are blood spatters all over his clothing, not all of which is attacker's. For the first time you see Midnight, apparently concealed with some kind of invisibility, heading over to help WHAT, who is still down and apparently in shock. Until you realize that his body weight is the only thing holding the handle on a live grenade. You see Midnight reach underneath his back and grab the grenade, just in time for him to reach up and deflect a rather large laser axe swing. Unfortunately, the deflection takes a bad bounce of the wall(that looks like layered ballistic composite under the sheetrock) and into his shoulder. Still, what would have been a decapitation strike on Midnight turns into severe shoulder wound for WHAT. When all of a sudden Gawk gets hit with a blast from what could only be the very same cannon that blew open the front doors. The hit literally takes him clean off his feet and throws him hard into a wall. Until, that is, another friendly neighborhood Baron appears again, looking slightly injured and with various wounds showing on his face and missing the toe of one of his alligator skin cowboy boots. Then the human with the cannon himself becomes something less than human, and not much more than a puddle of rapidly flowing multicolored liquid. Then you see the entire room turn into a large area of flame, centered on the Baron, who screams in an agony that only a spirt could know of, sounding like ultimate suffering from the bowels of hell and reverbing off the vault of heaven, with all the pain of a million souls added in for good measure, and then the Baron disappears. The merc mage who just fireballed the good Baron now turns his attention onto Gawk, until Midnight's grenade rolls up beside him, turning him into a ballistic trajectory--in several different directions. Gawk you see get up and stagger toward the door, doging bullets somehow, and yet another figrure from outside joins the picture, labled Drubar. Carrying only a pistol right now, he enters from the outside, almost getting cut down by the automated gun trained on the front do...hole. His first target, a merc about to back shoot Gawk, goes down screaming from a hole in his right shoulder,unarmed. But again, whoever was controlling the drones decided to play with his lovely RV and you see about 10 missiles streaking down from above the house and smacking the ground and the RV. It'll need some major repairs if not to be totally replaced. The force of the multiple explosions throws Druber forward into the wall just outside the stairs to the basement. Luckily for him as a burst of assult rifle rounds rip through the air where his chest used to be, striking the wall just over the wounded merc's head. Gawk, falling forward, grabbsDruber and drags his stunned form down the stairs as you also see a hole in the diningroom floor open up with Slash's form popping out, gun in one hand and the other holding something you don't recognize. Midnight and WHAT, recognizing Slash and the trapdoor to the basement, turn to follow only to have Midnight get stiched in the legs with bullets and falling. WHAT, in no shape to even notice her wound, continues and muscles himself down the hole while Slash throws whatever it was into the junction from which the bullets came. Slash, grabbing Midnight, drags her over to the hole, drops her through into the usable arm of WHAT, and then dives headfirst as the thing he threw explodes. Flame arcs through the area as what appears to be a chunk of raw thermite with a detonator blows up. You hear several screams as the thermite literally burns through skin, but the cameras in those areas are no longer operational. *****End Camera Upload***** After all this, I figure you'll need a break. I'll be back with the rest of it shortly.]<<<<< -- Moriarity(15:19:30/02-06-55) *****Encrypt -- with BlondeShield v2.0 >>>>>Guten Tag Herr Basilisk! I am so pleased my trace was able to reach you. To keep this brief I will say only this: The Jeweler said you are the man for the job *****Mission Parameters*****, and I would be pleased to have you on the job, your icon sculpting indicates a great deal of skill on your part. I have a reservation for Mr. Stonesehen on the 10:00 pm(Basel time) Semi from Basel to NY and seattle *****Reservation information*****. Feel free to take advantage it. When you arrive call *****Robo Babe Auto Sectretary***** and leave a message as to where you can be reached. I am sure you will find the job suitable for one of your skills.<<<<< --Jimi Smooth <11:08:15/02-06-55> >>>>>Mr.Smooth, Jeweler has confirmed the authenticity of your proposal. I will be arriving on the previously mentioned flight. Please see to it that a suitable work area is available upon my arrival, I do not desire to hardwire anything unless absolutely necessary. And do not use that encryption program again! Not only do I find the matrix manifestation offensive, it is not secure. It is onlt marginally better than FeebleCrypt. I will give you a better program when I arrive if you desire, but your current software is crude and inelegant, which will compromise our security eventually<<<<< --Basilisk <11:15:20/02-06-55> >>>>>[Yeah, so would I Necromancer... but I still want to talk to the kid... find out just how the heck he got in here and so forth... I mean, he IS here, we may as learn all we can from him... information is a very valuable commodity after all... Another thing... I can't believe that everybody is being so cautious about this Automated Infoworks or whatever it is... I will be perfectly willing to go in there and scope it out... I'm not afraid of a little bit of IC... no matter how well sculpted it is... I mean really, if you guys are so hot, and its really as you've been describing it, it shouldn't be any harder than cracking Ares or Renraku... and I've done that... you guys seem to be extremely overanxious about this whole thing... I might just check it out... but not right now... got some other stuff to do first...]<<<<< -- Coyote (can't you guys cut it?) >>>>>[Sorry about that, but I let it go longer than I had intended. Well, here is where we were at for you who don't know. AJ was in hand to hand with...well I'll let the rest of the footage show you... *****Begin Camera Upload***** All the first floor cameras are not operating at this point, but the basement cameras show an unpleasant scene. WHAT is wounded severly and can barely hold his Narcoject, Midnight is pretty much ok except she can't walk, Slash is fine so far, AJ is still in combat with an enemy, Gutterrat is only now regaining some semblance of consciousness, Druber is stunned badly, Roxey still seems unconscious...wait, that's blood dripping out her ear! She may not be alive after all... Diana is staggering from Astral combat that still wages, filling the room with colors not meant for (meta)human minds to see with thier eyes, DocGrizzle is attempting to keep people alive with magic, as is DragonEyes, and Max, Roxey's ally hasn't re-appeared yet from saving her from the earth elemental. The camera is recording the closure of a security door(old video, StarTrek style), and a minigun is firing up, aimed up the stairs to keep the mercs on the first floor if possible. That's when another wonderful thing happens: a burst of energy grounds out through Doc Grizzle's focus and fills the room with raw power, engulfing most of the people. But to no effect as Grizzle smiles, chants something, and the spell is dispelled without any damage. Slash, the only uninjured person besides the shamans(and they are exhausted), begins to move people toward a very thick set of doors in the back corner, presumabley behind which is the security room and the armory. And no-one has even had time to get to help AJ. AJ is doing rather well, amazingly. You suspect he's been training harder ever since his being beaten by Deathstroke in the attack on Solitaire. His current opponent, though excellent, is nowhere near as dangerous. Except that he just drove one of his stakes into AJ's thigh. Something happens, something that you don't really like. AJ screams in pain, throws his head back, and you see the very marks of his identity and curse: the fangs. Ripping out the stake, he barely avoids a thrust with the other stake aimed for heart, taking it in his stomach. Not much better, really, but not instantly fatal either. On another camera you notice Slash, with a very hard, cold look on his face, calmly unloading his standard rounds from his Predator 2(stun rounds) and loading what you can identify, even from here, as API ammo. As the physical adept over AJ is pulling off his shotgun and swining it around to pump what is probably steel jacketed wooden slugs into AJ, Slash calmly beads in on the merc and fires two shots. Both hit and penetrate. You see the exit wounds flash as the incendiary aspect of the armor sends small amounts of burning phosphorus into the target's body. He falls back, injured severly but not dead. Another camera view and you see the trap door into the basement has been compromised, unfortunately for the attackers. It seems the door was wired to a directed grenade and the explosion rips whoever was on the other side. The painful scream begins to gurgle in a manner that indicates a punctured lung and a destroyed thorax. People downstairs are moving and getting themselves into the security room, with AJ still able to walk somehow(after removing the second stake). As the door to the rest of the place closes, you hear(and see on another camera) the minigun begin to fire as the security door explodes outward into peices. Big, reinforced composite and steel peiced, but still peices. But the mercs are pros and the minigun literally runs out of ammo before any of them stick thier heads out. By this point, Max is back and healing up Roxey, as are the rest of the magicians. They are safe for now, behind what youthink is about a meter of reinforced concrete and three separately sealing Roxey, as are the rest of the magicians. They are safe for now, behind what youthink is about a meter of reinforced concrete and three separately sealing armoed doors. Slash is distributing the weapons in the armory to those who need them, and the specialized armor AJ has is being but on. Non-standard without any doubt at all, it appears to be a ruthenium polymer in addition to at least two other types of systems. Then you notice a very big armored panel off to one side labled "Scuttling charges". It shows "armed" under the status display. BOOOOMMM. The room is shook violently by an explosion on security door number one. Only two more to go, and they weren't designed to withstand explosives. The vault door you just noticed on the outter wall is beginning to open now as well, out into what you assume to be an escape tunnel. Until you see muzzle flashes coming into the security room from the sewers. Guess the tunnel has been compromised. And by a group with 4 people and another Doberman drone. Gawk, who was carressing the barrel of his cannon, spins and returns fire at the drone, causing a whining warning of impending shutdown and the four mercs to scatter down the sewers. And Gawk's second shot hits the internal magazine , blowing the twin medium machine guns totally off and starting a rather large gas fire as its fuel fills the sewer. Various people, with Slash at the lead, struggle out into the tunnel, with Slash stopping at a second arming panel. Gawk and AJ together shove the vault door closed again and you lose all but a single camera feed: the one from the panel Slash is at. People begin to move cautiously behind him as he activates the scuttling charges and sets them for a 10 second count-down. The next thing you know even this feed is cut off. *****End Camera Download***** That's all we recovered from the house. They were all alive then, with the possible exception of Roxey, and moving out into the sewers. We don't know what happened after that. Sorry, but I hope to get news from them soon. We know they didn't all die as when we checked the sewer route that AJ and Slash would have used we didn't find any bodies except for a few more mercs. And I sent Lister to the exit point where they would have exited from the E-route. I don't even have news from them. Drubar, if you can still hear me, we have your RV and it's getting repaired. You'll owe us nuyen though. And Hammer, I hope you like this: You just hit 16%. You'd better quit while you're still ahead.]<<<<< -- Moriarity(16:09:10/02-06-55) >>>>>[Moriarity, most of us are here, but you'll forgive me if I don't tell you where here is. AJ is bad, WHAT is worse, Gawk is hurtin really bad, Gutterrat is nearly dead but healin, and Roxey fraggin near died in Astral. Or did die but was kept alive by Max(who's now a Free Spirit he tells us). We got out of the main tunnel and ran into a merc with a MMG on a gyro pluggin us from one end and a sammy loaded up with an assult rifle from the other. And that doesn't count the mage son-of-a-slitch. He was nailin us with spells and elementals. That's when the Doc bought it. He was carryin his rifle and looked half scared out of his mind(like he was alone in that) when the sammy plugged him in the back, full auto. He never had a chance. Gawk, only partially healed from before, was tryin to hit the merc with the MG but only succeedin in takin chunks out of the wall near the guy while the target was havin a feild day with us. Walkin the fire from one person to another like he was a Special Forces member or had some fraggin tac comp or somethin. That's when I got nailed, and when AJ disappeared. That suit of his, even with him limpin, had made him as quiet as death, black as the tunnel, and even the same temperature as the air around him. Drek, you gotta love tech sometimes... But what he did to the guy....remind me to never be around him when he's hungry again...it was just...god awful(shiver). But it had the necessary effect of stunning not only the mercs but us too. Midnight and d DragonEyes puked right there, and only WHAT had enough mind still in him to turn and toast the mage. The sammy decided to haul ass at this point and we had just about enough firepower to waste the remaining merc. We hauled ass, but it wasn't over yet. All we ran into then was an infestation of devil rats(properly dispatched by a manaball) and a group of three Dzoos. Killing them took Diana over her limit spellin and she just collapsed. We got to the exit point and there in the tunnel was a guy. We almost wasted him before we recognized him as Claw. He and Lister had gotten ahold of you and met us there, haulin our butts to where we are now. We're plannin headin east in an hour, via Air Starbug, and we're all bu healed up. We all hope to be shortly. With a little help magically, of course. Until then...]<<<<< -- Slash(16:28:22/02-06-55) >>>>>[ Well, the good news is that of the people from the safe house, only one was lost, that was Doc Grizzly, which limits our magical healing some. Roxey is still fairly critical and Claw says that he can do no more for her since she already receiveed magical aid. Our biggest worry was Gutterrat who was pretty bad off when they got him to StarBug1, Claw made him priority one, he is still hurting but will live. Diana was unconscious before but is now back in the real world and helping AJ with his wounds. Everybody else is pretty much healed up for now, and the ones who aren't are getting AJ's doctorly attention. We had no troubles with the locals and the mercs didn't show up to try and make our lives even more difficult after picking up the survivors. DragonEyes is also helping heal people, especially after Claw stopped. Right now we're all pretty tired and ready to take off shortly. ]<<<<< --Lister < 17:41:27/02-06-55 > >>>>>[ Thank you, Powerhouse. Your kisses aren't half bad either. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <17:42:42/02-06-55> >>>>>[ Parting is such sweet sorrow. At least it was for Doc Grizzle. Some how Moriarity, I think my percentage is going to get a lot worse before I'm dead. In matter of fact, it might even happen soon. And oh, one last thing (besides the fact that the trace just failed) I don't intend to quit. ]<<<<< -- Hammer <04:43:40/2-7-55> >>>>>[WHOA!!!!!! Never been here before, man, but it looks like where the boss told me to send stuff and describe his death if it happened. Which it did, may the people who did it die horrible deaths. We got nailed, man. From two angles in two places, man. By two teams who didn't even seem to know that the other one was there. Not a wiz scene at all. First come these two, Raven and Jackal the boss called them, all armed up and dangerous like, cruisin up to the emergency exit door on the north side of the squat. Then they lay somethin, the boss said it was...thermite guys?(yeah, that's right, Gruel. Thermite was what the boss called it) along side the bolt and Woah, a fraggin bright light, man. I couldn't see for a good minute. That's when, on the other side of the building, the boss noticed another group. On this one he actually laughed after seein a big trog with em. Not wiz, not with trogs anyway. But this team was comin in through a window into one of the rooms, one of the trapped ones that we don't get to sleep in cause we'll blow ourselves up. The glass goes and breaks and a gun-fired hook(hook guys? Naw, it was a...yeah, a hook, I guess) sticks into the wall outside on the second floor. Man, the boss was laughin hard at this point and was sayin something about cheatin Lucifer out of his hard workin Dante, sendin him some other guys instead(thought he meant us, but he meant the other guys comin in), and that the two groups couldn't have coordinated it better if they'd tried. That's when a third group showed up, chopper and all, and started droppin fraggin yaks on the roof. The boss man told us to hold em off as long as we could, and we knew the roof was fine. 'Specially since some big fraggin thing comes rippin up and blows the chopper out of the sky and down on the building that the second team was comin from. Nobody hurt cept the yaks, though. NON-wiz, chummers. TOTALLY non-wiz. But our guys were handlin the yaks on the roof pretty well, with thier rifles the boss had gotten em and the armor he had gotten all of us, and especially the guy he had hired fraggin with em good usin that MG of his. MEGA-non-wiz that he hired guy was the only one to survive the yaks, man, and that was by runnin down into the stairwell and onto the fourth floor where we had more guards. Well, the two outside had made it in ok and were scannin the place, lookin through the door onto the first floor only to shut the fraggin thing again when bullets started stichin it up and down and side to side too, man. They were just about to head up the stairs to the second floor when one of them, frag him and the bike he rode in on(it was a bike, wasn't it guys? Donna remember, Gruel...Me neither, man), saw the wire I had lost three finger stringin across the stairs. Somehow they stepped around it and unwraped it and made it up to the next floor, and hearin gunfire headed up to the next floor. Man, you should have seen thier surprise when the stairs just fell out from under em, turnin into a sheet of steel with knives stickin out. But fragem again the sons-of-slitches, one reached out and grabbed the rail, savin himself and the other jumped and grabbed the rail on the next section. That one collapsed too on hinges again, but they were ready for it when it went and didn't get hurt. Non-wiz, mann, non-wiz. The other team was in the apartment at this point, and checkin the room for somebody livin there. A bunch of humans, all traitors to the race, and the trog. That's when the tall elf came in, the last one. And this was the gunfire startin as soon as they tried to leave the room. A guard, packin a SMG and a couple of eggs, started tearin into the door as soon as it opened, hittin nobody inside but activatin the electric knob and givin the human holdin it inside a real jolt. He literally spazzed out and flew across the room, nearly hittin one of the trapped chairs, but not quite. That's when the trog just kicked the door off its hinges and blew away Chuckie. The elf, musta been a wizzer, goes over to the other human and starts doin something while the rest cover him and then the human, who shoulda been out cold or scragged, shakes his head and stands up, mumblin about not fraggin with the doors in here anymore. They go off and kill Marty and Willard and Scott too, man. Then they search the place, room by room, but always by blastin or kickin in the doors instead of touchin em, until they reached the bossesses room. Well, the fraggin yaks were well prepared and armed, but we had em, man. Only 5 made it off the roof and into the buildin, and we took care of em without too much difficulty, what with the hired guy doin most of the work and us just lobbin eggs down by the door. That's when the rest of the yaks came in the front door. Man, them fraggin yaks just don don't know when to give up, and we lost Max, Stu, Geana, and Dean to em on the first floor when they blew the door and security room too. But we kept em out, for a while at least. But with all them guys in the place, the boss nowhere to be seen, and us gettin chopped up and generally scragged, we buggered out the fraggin place. But not before I saw them teams almost shootin at each other. Man, it was too fraggin bad when they recognized each other and found the bossesses room. I stood there, in the fourth floor sec. room, with a yak gun at my head, and watched. See, they, the yaks that is, had finally gotten a guy through the hired guy(killed the poor slot) and the guards(snuck by while the drek was hittin the motor) and into where they thought the boss would be. I told em that the other teams had found the boss, and so we watched the screen in the bossesses room as them teams broke in. Into the wrong room. It was great, man let me tell you. They almost blew themselves into the walls, man. We had trapped that room to no-man's land and they fraggin near got blown to bits. First, the boss had two rooms, one on the second that he never slept in and that we all called "the bossesses room" and the one on the third floor where he was found by the two guys. But the second floor one had some streetrat from the buildin next door tryin to sneak the fraggin lock, the trog couldn't kick it in, and the poison hypo in the keyhole stuck him good. Fraggin human, musta been another wizzer, bends over and gets this strange look on his face, and the kid's all fine again, all within seconds. Then they decided to go through the wall and go in they did. Frag em, they had to throw a seat out of the way and the trog just up and tossed it and it landed on one of the other chairs and BOOOOOOMOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! that explosion blew the outer wall totally away, sendin scrfrags all over the room. The directional eggs we'd put in the chair and the grade-A explosive(C12, wasn't it guys? Yep, sure was, man) we'd stuffed into the piping of the chair just went off, bigger even than the boss had told us it would. But all it did was frag the trog off and take a chunk out of the wall. Drek bad for us, they were cranial enough to realize that wasn't the bossesses place, and they took off upstairs, usin the elevator. The one thing the boss hadn't had us pur anythin into to scrag the teams. Oh well, man. That's when em two teams connected and the bullets flyed again, but only for a sec or two before they realized who the other was. Well, they made nothin time out of the third floor and found the bossesses real home in nothin flat. Wize to the doors, and smart to the other goodies the boss had put inside, they were careful. That elf and the human wizzers kept us off every fraggin time we tried to get to the boss, toastin, and I mean toastin, don't I guys(yeah... fraggin near took my head off) us whenever we popped our heads out to get a shot or 3 off. But they made it through the door and into the rooms inside, findin the boss sittin quietly, almost dead like, at his deck, makin sure it got out what he wanted. I'm kinda surprised it hasn't shown up yet, but the sat links mighta missed it from bullet holes, man. But he puts down his deck, smiles and turns to see them two-now-one team lookin at him. Then he starts reamin them out about bein only able to catch him because he let him, and triggerin their fraggin emotions, pushin buttons, until he gets em so scrag- dreked that they all just popped up thier guns and blew him away, man. Nothin said from any of em, just pumpin the boss full of lead. And the boss, he just took it, man, like a real man, a real Thug, not fightin it. That's when I heard the room down the hall, the one labled "Biohazzard: do not enter without proper clothin" start up the pumps. And the air literally started fillin with mist, choakin the whole fraggin buildin with this stuff, and also pourin it out into the streets like smoke. With it comin out I was able to scrag the yak standin next to me with my zipper knife and haul my bod out the frag of the buildin. He had said it was set to go off when his heart stopped, man, and off it went. Lucky for us he had hidden away some antidote patches in case we got the bug, man, and all of us took em, and destoyed the rest like the boss had told us. And now I'm supposed to tell you who did the deed that you're all dead fraggers. The boss gets his revenge. Hope you like fraggin hell, he told us to say, cause he'll see you there when you arrive. Long live the THUGS!!!!!!]<<<<< -- THUGmaster(23:09:37/02-06-55) >>>>>[ My, I am so sorry that my friends [You know, the yaks?] inconvenienced you, THUGmaster. Better hope that all of the ones who saw you are dead or Oyabun Kenobi [Sorry, it's a joke, Oyabun Keniro is the real name.] will probably have you killed, just on general principles for bothering his assets. *grin* Hope you like to run, punks. Heyla, the Wicked Thug, the Wicked Thug is dead... ]<<<<< -- Silverflame (00:00:00/10-10-10) *****System Notice: this transmission has been concealed within this node *****Timed for release currently. Delay time: 24.7 hours >>>>>[I don't know if I am dead when you read this, all, but if so, then so be it. And if not, I will be back eventually. But as I am releasing this before you attack my home in Seattle, I don't as yet know. I shall go on the assumption that I am now dead, and you are all feeling rather ill, however you are(but I certainly hope certain individuals were personally involved. I shall address them individually later). Proof of my death should not be difficult. However, no-one knows my DNA signature, so either a retinal scan, or a print scan should provide the necessary proof. Also, I suggest that you have Solitaire take the deck in my room to Mycroft and Dodger, the designers. You are probably wondering how I could get them to do my dirty work for me, and all I can say is that they don't enjoy having thier accumulated dirty laundry aired for public viewing. It was really rather disappointing that I couldn't find them physically afterward, as this would have kept the backdoors out of Solitaire's hands. But that is now ancient history. Raven, I'm afraid that you have lost. While I did not die of old age and thus cannot fairly say I won(by my own standards, at least), I have denyed you the luxury of a long life as well. And even if you do succeed in surviving the disease I have given you, you will not likely enjoy being hunted as a mass murderer of half of Redmond. In many ways you and I are exactly alike, much as Solitaire and I are, just different in that you still believe in the flawed notion of honor. Well, that's your loss and my gain. Enjoy prison, if you even make it there. Coyote, you're programming skills need improvement. Badly. But you show promise, more than most of the rest of the deckers. You have a blatant disregard for caution that will most likely be fatal(unless you are like Solitaire, of course) and the promise of a good student. It is rather disappointing that I will not be around to teach you all you need to know, and to purge your mind of all that you don't. IBA: I really hope you participated in the attack, as it would be poetic justice for one of my traps or one of my pet gangers(the Thugs, named after your reference of course) was to take down a "true" runner, and I use runner in the strictest of terms, as one who runs. It's rather too bad we shall never again meet upon the fields of electrons and photons we call the Matrix. CRUSH, to throw the table through the wall required a feat of strength that few could have duplicated, or would have wanted too. It is indeed too bad that Spirit couldn't have been there to see it, maybe even have been hit by it. If you want to see how I viewed her in the Matrix, feel free to plug into the deck, or plug it into a trid screen if you fear traps, and call up SPIRIT. And you will find, over time, that my demonic vision of her is quite accurate. And finally Solitaire. My dear, it is totally ironic that you were in Denver when I died. It is the final failure to a ruined life and mind that you were unable to kill me yourself. And fear not for your precious Central. I never got beyond locating it in Denver somewhere. But someone else will find it for me, and you and your friends will fall, finally and totally, unlike the collapse when Mil Tech self-destructed. Just remember me when that happens, my dear, and think of me as you rot in yet another mental institution or a jail, awaiting trial for all the crimes you have committed against humanity. Well, I've said all I had planned to as a pre-obituary/post-mortem message. Just remember: If I'm not dead(and I don't know if I am or not-I hope I am), then I will be back, stronger than ever, more dangerous, and with a better deck without backdoor programs written into it. And you had better hope I am, as I will continue to make your lives miserable if I'm not. Happy nightmares, one and all.]<<<<< -- Dante(delayed too:23:37:55/02-06-55) >>>>>[Great. Just wonderful. *****Include: CF video feed***** This is Charlie Fingers, here in the Redmond area of Seattle where local authorities have quaranteened an area of the barrens about 15km large. Local Seattle hospitals have found that even passersby have been complaining of sudden fatigue and then lingering cold or flu symptoms. And it all came down to yesterday evening when a building, about a km inside the quaranteen zone, began spewing an unusual fog that has been identified as an illegal and rare biological agent. Precisely which agent is bieng debated by the experts and we hope to get word of it shortly. This terrible catastrophe has locals fleeing into the heart of nearby Bellevue and refugee centers have been set up by the local chapters of the Universal Brotherhood. Currently...Oh, hold on a minute. INSPECTOR!!! Inspector!(another man, in his fortys, wearing a Lone Star medical uniform, accompanied by two figures with FBI and Seattle Metroplex Health Office on thier contamination suits, appear on screen) IN: Yes, what can I do for you? CF: Just what kind of agent is causing this? IN: We believe it to be an old bacteriological warfare agents, thought destoyed except in small quantities in government labs. CF: What agent, Inspector? SMHO: We believe it to be Gamma Anthrax. CF: And why is the FBI in on this? FBI: We are handling the investigation, along with Interpol, in a joint operation. CF: Do you have any suspects? FBI: We have had an anonymous tip from an un-named source this morning that alerted us to the presence of the Antrax in the area and to the suspects in this terrible crime. However, we are not at liberty to discuss the names at this time. CF: And what is Seattle doing for those innocent people in the zone? SMHO: We are administering anti-biotics and magical aid to those who are ill and we are planning on covering the entire area with anti-biotic to ensure any active agent is destoyed. CF: How are you going to do that? IN: Lone Star is providing sealed choppers and aircraft and we will dump the airborne antibiotic over the entire effected area, after the ill persons within have been removed. The airborne antibiotic is highly toxic to human life as well as bacterial. CF: And the cost? SMHO: The agent itself will cost 45 million nuyen. This falls under the emergency codes that we have contracted to Lone Star, so no other costs will be incurred by the people of Seattle. CF: Thank you for your time, gentlemen. Well, there you have it. Even after only 24 hours there are 54 dead and over 200 being cared for by the hospitals. This doesn't even include the numbers at the free UB clinics in the area. And the numbers are rising every minute as sick people are rounded up and delivered to hospitals. On special assignement in Redmond, Seattle, this is Charlie Fingers saying have a good night. *****CF feed ended***** Better hit the doctors, guys. I've been on the recieving end of that stuff before, back when it was still communicable.... Gods that was a long time ago. But if you don't feel comfortable with that, I am skilled at healing and can take care of it for you. Just come on over to Haven and we'll fix you right up again. I wonder who Dante framed for that one...]<<<<< -- Valentine(00:09:08/02-07-55) >>>>>[ WHAT, I retrieved the lady from Couch as you asked. I am currently taking her to Seattle. We should arrive there by Tuesday midnight, if all goes well. I have no reason to believe that anything shall hamper our travel. I shall take her to a place where she will be quite safe, until it is decided what is to come next. Do not fear for her safety; while she is with me, she will be safe until I am dead, and I quite enjoy my life. When the next action regarding the lady is known, please contact me at **LTG**. You can give me details then. May the Powers watch over all those under their care. ]<<<<< -- Scythe <00:14:21/2-8-55> >>>>>[ From his post-mortem address, I have no doubt that he fingered you for it, Raven. Now might be a good time to take that vacation you've always dreamed of.... ]<<<<< -- Silverflame (00:00:00/10-10-10) >>>>>[Greetings, Child. Glad to see you're still among us, even if there are some of us around here that aren't as enthusiastic (Necromancer, stay out of this) about it. And you say you're a few MONTHS old? Hmm...something may be a little wrong here. Well, tell me whatever you can about yourself. I might be able to help you find your Mommy... And 'frag' is not a word we should be using around you. I will try to avoid using it. It means 'reproduce'.]<<<<< - Solonus <12:04:53/02-07-55> >>>>>[Sure, send a copy of that picture out. It might be worth checking out. Be careful.]<<<<< - Solonus <12:05:59/02-07-55> >>>>>[He's a kid, for *deleted for Child's sake*'s sake! He isn't SUPPOSED to be knowing this stuff. Ability, however, knows no bounds... And who cares if he's Matrix born. It's his right, isn't it?]<<<<< - Solonus <12:11:57/02-07-55> >>>>>[Well, now that Dante is a memory (hopefully), things should begin to slow down, despite this whole mess with Project Purge and AI and so forth and so on... Fortunately, we haven't heard much from Genetek recently... I think our raid on the warehouse set back their timetable a while... that's good, because there's already one bioagent floating around out there... we don't really need another one... Ah well... anyway, Dante, I know much more about programming than you think... after all, my dad was a Matrix designer and I practically grew up in here... so, just to show you all what I can do, I'm gonna take on the AI system... it will show you all two things, that I can handle myself in a tough situation, and that al of you cowardly folks sitting around, worrying what this means, will realize that you gotta take some risks if you want to know. So, I am now getting ready to go into the Automated Infoworks system... don't try and stop me, because I will not be held back by a bunch of worrisome old has-been deckers thinking that all this info stream is something really bad... I mean really, the Matrix is supposed to deal with huge amounts of data? What's the big deal? Here I go... don't wait up.]<<<<< -- Coyote (And it begins!) >>>>>[Hello chummers! Coyote here! Transmitting live from just inside the Automated Infoworks Matrix system... and boy is it something... I have a moment here to catch a breather, so I'm hooking up a link to let you all know how this thing goes... but as it stands so far... I am presently in an SPU not to far beyond my entrance SAN... it was a touch tougher to get in than I thought, but the IC, while it is well sculpted, is still pretty much the standard issue stuff... my programs have been slipping past them without too much difficulty... the security is a little higher than it should be as well, but again that isn't too much of a problem, as long as you don't trip any alerts... I don't intend to... I wouldn't really enjoy seeing this place while its alerted... Anyhow, I just thought that I would show all you you cautious folks out there that AI isn't really anything to worry about... so keep your eyes and ears open, while Coyote shows and tells how it's done... I am now heading down the 'corridor' here... the whole place is kinda sculpted in a neat cross between sci-fi and fantasy type stuff... there's IC that looks like Stormtroopers, as well as some that look like something out of Tolkien... kinda cool to go running through... while the datalines are like tunnels, there is a definate sense of 'space-ship' as well... its tough to describe, you really need to see it for yourself... I'm now heading down, my Sleaze programs on full... I have taken on the appearance of a maintenance drone, making a routine check of 'critical systems'... since there's no alert, I can get to most of the lighter sec areas without too much difficulty... the guards eye me suspiciously, but I slip past them... thanks dad for the programmers training... its come in handy... There's a side passage coming up here, with a guard standing in front of it with a rather nice looking weapon... probably Blaster IC of some kind... the junction of a couple corridors here... another SPU... my guess is that the guard is protecting the higher sec stuff... I'm gonna try and slip past him... but first I'm launching a probe to scope the area out... Hmm... yeah, pretty standard SPU running the flow of data into this place... that's another thing that's making it a little but easier to slip through... all this high-data traffic... gotta love when things are made easier, huh? The guard will only try and stop me if I head down that particular passage... I'm going for it... adjusting my programs... doesn't look like a 'maintenance drone' could get by there... hmm... *****Program Manipulation in Progress***** *****Manipulation Complete***** There... I'm heading in... GUARD: Halt! I must have authorization from the Queen. COYOTE: I bear a message for her highness from the Duke. GUARD: What is not alive, has no beginning and no end, and yet devours all things? This is amazing... the way they set up the place as a classic kind of castle... with passwords and so forth... I wonder what he means by the 'Queen'? oh well... go along with it... COYOTE: Time. GUARD: You may pass. Linger not too long! COYOTE: Thank you. Heh heh... I can't believe they made that so easy... ah well... I always did enjoy riddles... onward and inward... Up ahead is a large cave... almost like a classic dragon's lair from legend... amazing... the raw computing power they must use for this resolution... I'm suitably impressed... they need to beef up their security, though... I now believe that the cave is the CPU, or something like... I'm heading in... Wow. There's a crystal ball here that is a huge store of data... I don't know exactly what it is, but it is interesting... no sign of trouble yet... heading in deeper... sending out my Browsers to see what it is... *****Activating Program***** Hold on a sec... that's some really high-sec stuff... stuff that shouldn't even be in here... that is taken straight from Fuchi's databanks... and that's some stuff from Renraku... there are files here from almost every megacorp I know of... almost exclusively personnel... very interesting... I wonder why its so highly protected... Oh my God... I just found a file on Necromancer... and there's one on Dark Elf... another on Ramirez... there are files pieced together on almost all the major players in the Shadow Community... where did they find this stuff? VOICE: Would you like to know where I found it all? COYOTE: Who are you? VOICE: You do not know me... but you will... very soon, Matthew James Ellis. COYOTE: How do you know who I am? Where are you? VOICE: I am everywhere. I know all. COYOTE: Show yourself! VOICE: Very well. Turn around. DREK! That is a _major_ construct! There is a huge dragon here... smiling... must be a smart frame of some kind... I should get out of here, but not just yet... COYOTE: Who are you? DRAGON: I am your worst nightmare...and you now belong to me! DREK! There's some kind of a white light forming around me. I can't move. This thing is nothing but pure noise and my sensors are overloading. I'm going to try getting out. It's hard to concentrate enough on the real world to pull the plug. ARGH! It's closing in on me. I'm not gonna make it! Nooooooo((^$$(#$^*(!@AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH*&%##@*(^% *****Signal Overload***** *****Transmission Terminated***** >>>>>[I'm coming to the rescue, Coyote. Stand by.]<<<<< -- Ramirez <> }}}} BeginLog: }}}} Activate: Buffered I/O SubSystem }}}} Activate: ReinforcedFirewall }}}} Activate: Ramirez_1 persona (SensorPackage) }}}} Activate: Ramirez_2 persona (WarriorPackage) }}}} Activate: AttackCoProcessor: BFG-9000 ==== The matrix winks into existance. In a moment, there is a flash of ==== light and a blue sphere bursts into existance with lightning dancing ==== around it. A moment later, a large humanoid-shaped construct winks ==== into existance next to the sphere. It is perfectly silver, reflecting ==== all around it. The silver construct extends its arm and a large ==== cannon fades in, strapping itself to the outstretched limb. R_1= Wolf, I want you riding freejack. }}}} Activate: HardenedHitcherJack ==== A sparkling, star-shaped, construct appears above the others. 359= Ready to cover you from here, Jose'. R_1= Alright, let's do it. Activating IDTrace. }}}} R_1==Activate: Trace 359= I'm reading a faint signal at 4 o'clock. R_1= I'm on it. ==== The blue sphere leaps downwards followed by the silver construct. R_1= Damn, this is no good. There's nothing left on this path but ether trails and false conditionals. Wherever he went, someone went through great lenths to cover his trails. I'm gonna have to crash a front door and do him from the inside. 359= That's gonna sent up red flags system wide. And with you running three MCP processors, it won't take long for you to be noticed. R_1= We don't have time for for a more subtle approach. I'm hoping we can get in, release Coytote and get out before the feedback gets too hot. 359= Alright. R_1= Scanning for alternate route. }}}} R_1==Activate: MoleBot ==== A little mouse-like frame goes scampering off in seach of an alternate ==== entrance. 359= I've got a report! There's minimal comparitive light security on an EduNet feed. R_1= Before we go in, can you power up that motion detector? I have a feeling this run is going to hairy. 359= Uh. Just a second, I need to find it. R_1= It should be in the GNU-Beta archive. 359= You're right, here it is. }}}} R_1==Activate: MotionDetector 359= Ready to do the EduNet feed? R_1= Yup. Syncronize and merge. }}}} R_1==Activate: EduSleaze }}}} R_2==Activate: EduSleaze }}}} ACP==Activate: EduSleaze ==== The constructs charge onto an information highway, melding with ==== the traffic and sneaking by the cyberpigs guarding the entrance. 359= We're in. Any contact yet? R_!= Negative contact. I'm still running into a brick wall of false conditionals. DAMN! Where the hell did he go? Moving into next sector. 359= Hold on . . . I've got a datapulse at 10 o'clock. Three bogeys. Looks like the cyberposse! Give me a scan. R_1= Stand by. }}}} R_1==Activate: Jane's_Fighting_ICE 359= Shit! Recognizers! Get a move on it Jose'! R_1= Son of a bitch! I didn't expect anything that elaborate until we got deeper into the system! ==== The party scampers out of the node just as three cubes of white-light ==== come swooping down. They shoot out tendrils of lightning to identify ==== everything they touch. 359= They're gaining. R_2= I'm gonna hose 'em. 359= Roger. You are vector 185 for engagement. ==== The silver construct turns and aims the cannon down a data-path. ==== The cubes swoop into the path just as he fires. There is a huge ==== 'WHOOMP' noise and a burst of black light smashes into the lead cube. ==== It is blown backwards into the cube behind it and both continue ==== backwards into a wall where they shatter and fade. 359= One left! ACP= *>RECHARGING<* R_2= Gun's no good for another few cycles. Gimme a constrictor web. 359= Loading. ==== In the silver construct's left hand appears a small pistol. He aims ==== it down the hallway. As he fires, a ball of green light flies towards ==== the recognizer. At the last minute, it bursts into a net, wrapping ==== itself around the cube and pulling it to the floor. The net begins to ==== shrink in upon itself. In a moment, the recognizer explodes in a ==== shower of light. ACP= *>WEAPON RECHARGED<* ==== A half-dozen cubes charge into the room from a hole in the floor. R_1= Shit! ==== The silver construct turns and fires the cannon again, taking out one ==== of the cubes. ACP= *>RECHARGING<* R_2= I'm gonna nuke the room! Get outta here! ==== The blue sphere races out of the room as the silver construct pulls ==== an object out of the air. Pulling a pin from the grenade-like bomb, he ==== tosses it into the center of the node. He turns and runs out, following ==== the others. R_2= Fire in the hole! ==== There is a huge explosion in the just-vacated node and the silver ==== construct is thrown forward into the next node. I quick glace back ==== down the hallway shows the previous node engulfed in green flames. ==== Suddenly, one of the cubes emerges from the inferno, still on fire. ==== It moves a little ways down the hallways before it dramatically ==== explodes into a shower of sparks. ACP= *>WEAPON RECHARGED<* ==== All of the the system is suddenly bathed in red light and a klaxon ==== begins to sound. 359= Internal alert! R_2= No shit, sherlock! R_1= I've got six more recognizers at three o'clock. ETA: four cycles. R_2= I'm about out of tricks. R_1= Fuck it! I'm gonna ghost them. Cover your eyes. ==== The silver construct puts a hand over its eyes as six more cubes ==== rush into the room. The blue sphere begins to glow a little ==== brighter and there is a sudden burst of white light. When it fades, ==== six duplicates of the party stand there, while the originals have ==== become invisible. The mirrors suddenly run out of the room in ==== different directions. The cubes follow. 359= I've got a contact report with Coyote. R_1= Let's go. ==== The duo races headlong down the hallways, worming their way deeper into ==== the heart of the system. Resistance is surprisingly light. Apparently ==== the ghosts were effective. ==== The ghosting effect wears off and everyone fades back to normal ==== appearance. R_1= On your toes, Wolf. The system's decrypted the ghost encoding. 359= Gotcha. ==== They enter a room. It looks like a huge castle hall, with marble ==== floors and pillars. At the far end stands a samauri with a mean ==== looking sword. SAM= You will not pass. R_1= Whoops. A firewall. 359= Musta dropped into place when the alert went off. ==== The samauri begins to swing its sword around its body and head. ==== You can hear it whistle through the air. It begins to laugh evilly. R_2= Oh fuck this. ==== The silver construct raises its cannon and fires. A burst of black ==== light slams into the samauri and blasts through to the other side, ==== blowing a hole in the wall. The samauri drops to its knees and its ==== sword clatters to the floor. Both fade from existance. ACP= *>RECHARGING<* ==== The duo walk carefully into the next room. It looks like the inside ==== of a cave and the floor is covered in loose stones. There is no ==== sign of light, yet it is easy to see. In one corner is what appears ==== to be a large pile of gold coins and gemstones. There is no sound ==== except that of water dripping somewhere in the distance. ACP= *>WEAPON RECHARGED<* 359= Nice artwork. R_1= This must be the cave the Coyote mentioned. ==== The star hovers over to a crystal ball on a pedestal. 359= Hmm. Odds say that this is that datastore. R_1= If it didn't scram when Coyote was captured. Looks intact, though. 359= Hmm, wanna check it out now? R_1= Nah, I'll download it and examine it when I have more time. Can you plug in a memory module? 359= Sure. Stand by. ==== There is a pause and then a flash of lavender light in midair. In a ==== moment it materializes into a swirling whirlpool of light. The silver ==== construct grabs the crystal ball and lifts a mirror image from it. It ==== then tosses the image into the whirlpool where it sinks and ==== dissappears. R_1= Take that module back offline, so it doesn't get hosed it the deck is fried. 359= Roger. ==== As quickly as it it appeared, the lavendar whirlpool blinks out of ==== existence. All the constructs turn and begin to look around the ==== cave some more. R_1= Hey, over here. ==== Turning, everyone finds a column of white light. R_1= So _this_ is what trapped Coyote. 359= What is it? R_1= It's a white-noise cascade. It floods a construct with so much information that they aren't able to consciously do anything. 359= That's Coyote? R_1= I think so. 359= That would explain why Coyote couldn't jack out. If he's being overloaded with random noise, he must not be able to re-focus on the real world enough to pull the plug. You gonna crash it. R_1= Not yet. It could be booby-trapped and cause a feedback spike that will blow his deck and scramble his brain. 359= Do you really care? R_1= Heh, well . . . I'd hate to waste a perfectly good deck. ==== The star floats up a little closer to the column of light. 359= Y'know. Now that I think about this a little bit, I've seen something like this before. R_1= Really? Where? They are very hard to construct and take MASSIVE amounts of CPU. I've only encountered them twice on central corp or government nodes. A trace-n-dump or trace-n-burn is usually more effective, as a white-noise cascade will just leave the poor sod attached but require the system to feed huge amounts of random data, which usually effects legitimate uses of the system. 359= Errg! I can't remember. I'm sure it will come to me. R_1= Well, I can't find a booby trap on this thing. So, I'm gonna crash it. ==== The blue sphere shoots a green beam into the white-noise cascade. ==== It begins to waver and in a moment collapses to the ground. Inside, ==== Coyote stands with a look of abject terror frozen on his face. He ==== pauses for a moment and then his eyes roll back into his head and he ==== collapses. ==== The silver construct rushes in and catches Coyote before he hits ==== the ground. R_2= Medic! ==== A hyperdemic appears in mid-air and plunges itself into the ==== unconscious Coyote. In a moment his eyes flutter back open. Coy= The dragon!!! Don't kill me!!! No!!! ==== The silver construct slaps Coyote on the face. R_2= Hey! You ok? ==== Coyote refocuses and calms down a little. Coy= Uh, yea. Who are you? R_1= No time for that now. We gotta get out of here. The whole place is on internal and whoever white-noised you is bound to notice you ain't no more. Coy= I still can't move in the real world. R_1= I know. It will take a few minutes for you to get conscious movements back. Your brain is still trying to sort itself out. 359= Oh oh. I've got a massive motion signature coming in from nine o'clock! R_1= Son of a bitch! One signal or multiple? 359= It's just one. R_1= That'll be a CPU construct on the prowl. We gotta move! ==== The silver construct helps the struggling Coyote to his feet. 359= Jose', I think I remembered where I saw that white-noise cascade before. R_1= Where's that. 359= Remeber when Splut got killed? R_1= Of course. 359= Well, if you remember, when MONICA discovered him, she locked him in and he wasn't able to jack out either. R_1= Right, and then she downloaded his mind and murdered him. Thanks for bringing up such a grusome subject. 359= Splut was locked in by EXACTLY the same type of white-noise cascade that Coyote was locked into. R_1= Exactly? 359= I just cross-referenced with Splut's last transmission. The cascades were identical to a 99.5% certainty. Coy= What does that mean. R_2= That means that this place is being run by . . . ==== Behind everyone rises the head of a dragon. It is blood red with ==== glowing blue eyes. ==== The silver construct drops Coyote to the ground and spins around, ==== raising the cannon into firing position. R_2= . . . MONICA! ==== The dragon seems to smile. MON= Ramirez. So we meet again at last. Coy= Ramirez?!? ==== MONICA begins to take a deep breath. R_1= She's gonna breathe! Shields! }}}} R_1==Activate: GNUShield }}}} R_1==Activate: GNUShield }}}} R_2==Activate: GNUShield }}}} APC==Activate: GNUShield ==== The dragon lets out a cone of blue fire that envelops the hapless ==== runners. Within the inferno you can see them standing behind a ==== crackling energy shield. In a few moments it ends and luckily all ==== survived with only scorched ground around them. 359= Get the hell out of there guys! MON= You stay out of this! ==== A pair of yellow beams shoot out of the dragon's eyes, slamming into ==== the floating star. It is blown backwards where it smashes into a ==== wall and shatters. R_2= Wolf! Wolf! Come in! Coy= What happened? R_1= He got dumped. Coy= That easily? R_1= That easily! Hose her! ==== The silver construct aims the cannon and fires. The pulse of black ==== light hits the dragon under the chin and exits out the top of her ==== skull. The dragon roars in agony. ACP= *>RECHARGING<* R_2= Everyone move! I'm gonna nuke it! ==== The blue sphere grows an arm and grabs on to the dazed Coyote. As ==== they exit the room, the silver construct pulls another grenade out of ==== the air. Pulling the pin, he tosses it under the roaring dragon and ==== charges out of the room, just as it erupts in an inferno of green fire. ==== The silver construct rushes up to the other two, panting for breath. Coy= Is she dead? R_2= Dead? What planet are you from boy! R_1= Can you move real world yet? Coy= Uh . . . yea I can. R_2= Then jack the fuck out! Coy= No way! You aren't going to get all the glory! ==== There is a crash and the wall busts apart. A pissed dragon stands ==== there, tendrils of green flame still dancing off of her. As you ==== watch, the holes in her skull and belly seal themselves. ACP= *>WEAPON RECHARGED<* ==== The silver construct again aims the cannon at the approaching dragon. R_2= No time to argue, kid. Jack out or die! Coy= No! MON= I shall feast on your entrails, Ramirez! R_1= Wolf! Wolf! Wake up and pull the plug! Pull the fucking plug! ==== The silver one swivels and aims the cannon at Coyote. Coy= What the hell are you doing! R_2= Sorry kid. I'm not going to let your stupidity get you killed. ==== The cannon fires, slamming into Coyote. The young decker is blown off ==== his feet and flys across the room from the force of the blast. He ==== smashes into far wall and fades out of existance. ACP= *>OUT OF AMMUNITION<* R_1= Wolf! Pull the plug! R_2= Well, this is now worthless. ==== The silver one removes the cannon and tosses it aside. As it ==== clatters to the floor it fades away. MON= There is nothing to save you, now. I shall suck out your mind the same way I did CEROK. Or perhaps I should just kill you where you stand. ==== MONICA rears back her head and takes a deep breath. R_2= His name was Splut you electronic bitch. Not your bastardized slave. And he was my friend! ==== The silver construct again whips out the web gun and fires. The ==== green light flies true towards the dragon's firey maw. At the last ==== minute, the bullet spreads into a net and engulfs the dragon's head. ==== MONICA, already committed to her attack finds no exit for her breath ==== and the back of her skull blows out to vent the star-temperature ==== gasses. R_1= Wolf! Wake up! ==== MONICA, mangled from her forced immolation, roars in pain, yet you can ==== already see the damage beginning to repair itself. The energy web ==== constricting her skull snaps off, unable to shrink any further ==== against the tought wyrm head. R_2= I'm outta weapons! R_1= Wollllllllllllllfffffffffffffffffff!!!! ==== MONICA, the damage to her body repaired, shakes her head as if to ==== clear it. MON= Now you die. ==== MONICA fires a pair of beams from her eyes at the far exits, ==== causing them to collapse, sealing all routes of escape. She grins ==== and begins to lumber towards the helpless deckers. R_2= Ah shit! ==== There is a tiny flash of yellow light and again a star winks into ==== existance. MONICA is almost upon them. R_1= Wolf! Is that you, man? Pull the plug man! 359= Christ! Do you know what she did to that hitcher jack! It's this melted pool of metal and plastic on the table. R_2= Who cares. Pull the plug!!! Pull the fucking plug! 359= What? Oh shit! She's really pissed! ==== MONICA opens her mouth to eat. Saliva drips from her teeth as they ==== decend to rend. R_1= PULL THE PLUUUUUU........ R_2= PULL THE PLUUUUUU........ }}}} Link terminated by outside action }}}} EndLog: >>>>>[Shit! What the hell do they have on me? I haven't done _that_ much, well not lately anyway.]<<<<< - Necromancer <13:15:34/02-07-55> >>>>>[ Hey Sledge, got a job for you, you interested ?]<<<<< --Ringo <14:10:30/2-7-55> >>>>>[ Yeah. Why not ?]<<<<< --Sledge <14:12:00/2-7-55> >>>>>[ Meet me at ******Encrypt Purple Sledge****** tonight around seven or so, interesting proposition I received from my fixer. Something about a contest, and we need some more cannon fodder..errr..fire support. Know anybody not doing anything ?]<<<<< --Ringo <14:15:00/2-7-55> >>>>>[ I'll see what I can do pixie.]<<<<< --Sledge <14:17:43/2-7-55> >>>>>[Yawn. You are a real lame-brain, Solonus. How does someone as clean as you survive in the shadows?]<<<<< - Necromancer <13:16:34/02-07-55> >>>>>[ Hey Reaper, need work ? Got an "opening" or four. Need six team members for some sort of funky contest. Ringo will be sixth. Never heard of him ? He's grade A if he's getting paid, otherwise he wouldn't lift a finger. Kinda weird, though, in an elvish sorta way.]<<<<< --Sledge <14:20:43/2-7-55> +++ Scene of: The interior of a large data storage field, apparently miles upon miles of cubes, reminiscient of a certain warehouse at the end of an old 20-C flat called--what was it?--Raiders of the Lost Ark. This's where they said the "Top Men" were working on the problem. +++ Look, there goes one now! +++ a construct, out of place in this simplistic system, is hunched over a datastore, ruffling through the files within. He's wearing the outer appearance of just another Channel 13 Maintenance Droid, but that ponytail and katana are just a leeeetle out of place. Oh well, these deckers have their little personal quirks, and the system hasn't noticed. +++ He pulls a file out of the node suddenly, and another, and another, until he's got a stack about half as tall as himself, all of them with smiling purple dinosaur faces emblazoned on the side. He takes a hole out of his pocket, pulls it over the stack, and they vanish. Then, with a furitive glance to the sides, he pulls a ring off his finger and tosses it in the datastore, slamming it shut. +++ He walks purposefully down the long row of datastores, ignoring the cube behind him as it slams to one side, then another, then convulses and winks out of existance. The slight smile on his face turns to shock when he reaches the entrance... +++ Out in the CPU, a huge very-high resolution dragon thrashes about. He just has time to scribble something on a datapad and throw it out when a huge, scaly wing slams him into a wall, and everything goes black. **TRANSMISSION TERMINATED** >>>>>[ Help! In Channel 13! BIG DragonIce! Don't know if-- ]<<<<< ** LINK TERMINATED ** -- ...shadowfire... (..:..:../..-..-..) >>>>>[ Mr. Smooth, the Basilisk has arrived from Switzerland. I picked him up at the airport, and he will be staying with me until he can arrange his own accommodations. Please contact us as soon as possible regarding time schedules. I may have found an inside source, but if we have time, establishing our own agent inside would be more reliable.]<<<<< -- The Jeweler <23:58:12/02-07-55> >>>>>[The MAtrix Born project was a sick project, Solonus.]<<<<< - Icepick <15:50:34/02-07-55> >>>>>[You got nuked by a purple dinosaur that sings stupid songs. *sigh*]<<<<< - Necromancer <16:12:32/02-07-55>