BEGIN WEEK LOG COMPILATION . . . COMPLETE BEGIN WEEK LOG EDITING . . . . . COMPLETE BEGIN WEEK LOG VIEWING . . . . . WORKING LOG VIEW BEGINS --------------- ***** Private: Tarkis, Whisper & Ripley >>>>>[Ripley, meet me at the bar this evening. Tarkis and Whisper, go to "Lou's Bar and Grill" in southern Tacoma, around eight. Tell the doorman that you're there to see the boss. He'll understand.]<<<<< -- Lou <17:05:36/13-11-55> ***** Private To: Quickline >>>>>[Charles Wisdel is the political leader of all the acknowledged Eagle Shamen in North America. Getting him back would be a good thing.]<<<<< -- Normal Yoshida <19:01:04 / 11-13-55> Executive Vice-President Yoshida Technologies >>>>>[No problemo, Mr. Frypp. I can get you a wide variety of fruit from Congo (my good Carib bud with the connections to the wide islands). The only problem is getting it to you. I heard you lived in CFS and the Japanese customs charge up the wazoo. I can get them to ya cheaper if you come to Seattle. Just send me where to send them and I'll have Congo pack the shipment in ice and send it up your ways.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (18:07:22/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Tarkis >>>>>[I have recently returned from the Carib League to get back to wrok in Seattle. I'll be around for a while. Your plan sounds interesting. I could participate in one of two ways: One- enter Astrally to knock down controlled beings and combat spells. I'm a mid-grade initiate [4] and I have a wide range of materials to help me out. Two- enter physically in order to incapacitate any unwated oppoistion and any controlled opposition. Please let me know as soon as possible about any decisions concerning this run.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (18:51:07/11-13-55) >>>>>[AJ hasn't reappeared as of yet. We were beginnin to worry about you. What took you so fraggin long?]<<<<< -- Slash <20:58:27/11-13-55> >>>>>[New York got really unpleasant for a while. I guess the locals get restless when one of thier 12 story buildings gets blown up, but that's life, I guess. Hear anything about Drake, by any chance? And what's going on with Dad's employer?]<<<<< -- Diana, Mistress of the Night <21:00:32/11-13-55> >>>>>[Drake hasn't reappeared, and I don't think I want to know why you're askin. But Moriarity is dead. Suicide. He got buried yesterday at his parent's estate outside London. Nicole Velli is the new CEO of Maxim. And the employer you were talking about? It's been destroyed. What didn't get raided by corps got consolidated under a new Maxim subsidiary, Maxim Security, Inc.]<<<<< -- Slash <21:03:32/11-13-55> >>>>>[What the frag? You mean....? FRAGGIN SLITCH! She sacrificed The fraggin Orginization to the bloodsuckers of the fraggin planet? Fraggin..... +++++Link Terminated at Source+++++ -- Diana, Mistress of the Night <21:05:38/11-13-55> *****PRIVATE: Diana >>>>>[Quiet! Miss Velli did what she had to to keep this corporation alive! And if you don't approve, that's too fragging bad. The Org is dead! And if you don't watch your step, little girl, Maxim and the people you used to work for will squash you like a fraggin cockroach!]<<<<< -- Avatar <21:08:27/11-13-55> >>>>>[Hey, Macabre, are you out there? Aria flew in late a few nights ago and passed out in the cockpit of the Mistral. Hanzo brought her inside and he handed me an optical chip of the internal cameras on the Mistral. I can't make heads or tails of what this crap is, and I'm not sure I even want to know.... +++++Begin Transmission: Condor One Internal Cameras The camera is located just above the copilots seat. The Mistral is empty for the moment and out the door you can see water. It is nearing dusk. Suddenly a tall female in civilian armor clothing jumps in through the cockpit door. Her hair is short, brown and she looks like she works out regularly. In her hand was an M22A2 which she dumped on the copilot's seat as she started up the engines. She plugs a datacord into her temple and shouts something in Japanese. Immediately, another figure, this one clad in black armor and wearing a red scarf around his neck, tumbles into the cockpit. You can now see an trail of blood running down the female's arm. The other figure, identified by a flash of Hanzo at the bottom of the sceen, helps two humans into the aircraft. Hanzo reaches for a third but a brown, chitin covered arm reaches in to attempt to claw him. A hideous brown insect head pops in and attempts to bite Hanzo, but the sam ducks back. A flash of silver is seen and the insect's head goes rolling into the cabin. The female, whom you now assume is Aria, leans back to Hanzo. Aria: Thank God for weapon foci, eh? Get the kid in. I'm ready to taxi. Hanzo: You're hurt-- Aria: Get the f***ing kid in the f***ing cabin! Hanzo reaches outside and pulls an Ork infant into the cabin. The aircraft begins to move. Two more sets of brown arms reach inside, one which claws Hanzo's arm. The other set reaches to grab the child. With blinding speed, Aria reaches for her gun and points i off camera. The child drops back into the cabin with the corresponding sound of gunfire. Aria: Eat APDS, Roach. The aircraft is steadily gaining speed. It takes off. A loud tump is head from the side with the door. Hanzo plunges his sword through the metal of the plane and pulls it out, covered in brown ooze. He slams the cabin door stuck. Aria: Great thinking, Hanzo. Now just how the hell are we-- uh oh. Aria's face turns from frustration to determination. Hazno secures the child in a seat and climbs into the co-pilot's chair. Aria points to something ahead. In the corner of the viewscreen, a square i s superimposed on the cabin picture. In the square, four flying targets are illuminated, each approaching the aircraft. Two read streaks from the heat signatures of AAMs close in, both exploding in the midst of the insects. Three fall but the last flies over the aircraft. The square disappears. Aria: Hanzo, he's on the wing, attack the engine. Can you--? Hanzo: I will do if I can, Aria. Aria: Hurry up. I don't want to fly this thing sans one engine and with a gaping hole in my shoulder. Hanzo unstraps himself. His expression is hidden by his black cowl and helmet. He pulls out a crossbow from behind the seat and cocks it. The door opens, and Hanzo fires a round out the door. He relaods, and fires another shot. He closes the door and slides the crossbow back into it's place. He settles back into the copilot's chair. The cabin shudders and Aria's expression turns to one of disgust. Aria: The engine's taken some motor damage. We'll have to go it on one engine. Get me a stimpatch. Quick. Hanzo fishes out the first aid kit and applies it to Aria's shoulder. She mutter something in Japaneese and settles into full-rigger mode. Hanzo works on the wound on her shoulder. +++++End Download >From what I understand from Hazno's broken English, I think the three passengers were prospective clients of UO. Then all hell broke out. I guess this ruins our Chicago connection.]<<<<< -- the Wrench (19:21:33/11-12-55) *****PRIVATE: The Wrench >>>>>[I've been getting reports in from friends that bad things are about in Chicago. Insect bad things. Give my best to Aria.]<<<<< -- Macabre (20:34:57/11-12-55) *****PRIVATE: Macabre >>>>>[Aria's had the chills for the past night-- nothing any of us here have seen from normal combat injuries. Do you know about any insect dieseases speread by these guys?]<<<<< -- the Wrench (14:08:40/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: the Wrench >>>>>[She might have had a toxin introduced into her system. I'll stop by with a Bear shaman I know who's got some detox spells. Keep her warm and I'll show up ASAP.]<<<<< -- Macabre (16:45:20/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Xopipo >>>>>[ Sir, our extraction was successful. Currently waiting for further assignment data in Washington, D.C., UCAS. ]<<<<< -- Macros the Black (19:08:37/11-13-55) >>>>>[ Mr. Frypp, we take it that your company is successfully arrainging itself to handle our requests? ]<<<<< -- OS^2 (19:17:45/11-13-55) >>>>>[ STREETWOLF, we have not spoken with you, yet; we would still like to do so. At your ... earliest convenience. ]<<<<< -- OS^2 (19:17:45/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Mike and the Mechanic >>>>>[ Which reminds me -- this OS^2 character was asking after you guys. Sounds serious. ]<<<<< -- Slick (19:25:37/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Slick >>>>>[ WHAT?!? You didn't say anything to them, did you? ]<<<<< -- Mike and the Mechanic (19:27:44/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Mike and the Mechanic >>>>>[ Not yet, no. Why, do you want me to? ]<<<<< -- Slick (19:33:02/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Slick >>>>>[ Not until we can get some hard data on them. Got any? ]<<<<< -- Mike and the Mechanic (19:35:58/11-13-55) *****PRIVATE: Mike and the Mechanic >>>>>[ Sheeyeah, right. The only info I can get is from my street sources -- and they aren't coming up with jack shit. I'll try, though. ]<<<<< -- Slick (19:40:00/11-13-55) *****Private: Lou >>>>>[ Ahhh you own a bar, how cool. Do you serve any alchohol? I will be there tomorrow with all the plans, what time should I show up?]<<<<< -- Tarkis < Time does not exit > *****Private: Spellslinger >>>>>[ Well I am sorry to say but I think we have enough. Before I only had two people but while you were gone i got another, and thats all I need. Mabye we can run another time? ]<<<<< -- Tarkis < Time does not exist > ***** Private: Lou, Tarkis, Ripley >>>>>[Done.]<<<<< --Whisper <18:03:12/13-11-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[I'm on my way this very minute. I'm interested in seeing how you plan to get into Chicago. We'll have to be sneaky... I have a friend that wants to come too, but I'm not sure if she will. She's a spell thrower as well. Here's our descriptions: +++++Include Descript File Hope your guards aren't too picky about appearances, I'm don't exactly look like a suburban regular, if you know what i mean. Too clean and sterile for me. Anyways, I'll bring some of these great bagels I just dumpstered. Looking forward to it.]<<<<< -- Skaven <04:17:41/11-14-55> *****Private: maTrixster >>>>>[Hey kid, I'm going to be gone longer than I thought. I'm going to help some runners get some folks out of Chicago. Take care of the place for me, ok?]<<<<< -- Skaven <04:19:55/11-14-55> *****Private: Skaven >>>>>[YOU'RE GOING WHERE???? ARE YOU NUTS??!! Have you seen the shadownews on what's going down there? You'll be bug food. Or some antsy soldier will geek you. Look, I know you like to help people out, but...but I'm sure there's no way I can talk you out of this, so you better fraggin' watch yer tail! Geez...]<<<<< -- maTrixster <06:32:29/11-14-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[I've just hooked up with Charon, and please excuse him for not answering at this time, he is currently to busy laughinh to compose himself. I think he read the part about mages. *sigh* The juvenile males. Neither of us are mages in the strickest sense of the question. We are able to manipulate the mana flow by the grace and goodness of our totem, for you see, we are mantid shamans. Before you freak and disconnect, let me remind you, you have met me. Think back the the party Harlequin once threw, I believe you were there virtually. I too was there, as I live there. I have yet to summon a spirit, for to do so would extinguish the flame of that person. Charon on the other hand would have some now, except for an incident that destroyed two of them. If your still willing to let us in, we are at >location<. +++++ Include pix of S&C We await your response. Remember, there are no better hunters of the prey you'll find in Chicago than the mantis.]<<<<< - Styx <09:31:56/11-14-55> *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Freddy, you got a deal. I need a week to set up a base there. My seventeen year old daughter needs to get her equipment and then we should be ready. I also need to get a rigger for perimeter drones. My bank also wants a confirmation of your transcation of pay for the guns. Gotta move, I'll check in later.]<<<<< -- Tunnel-Rat (11-14-55 / 09:34:34) ***** PRIVATE: Quickling >>>>>[ I'm on my way .. I should be able to reach that location by about 11:30. As for the physical description, I am about 6'2" tall, have long jet black hair, and bright green eyes. I'll be wearing black from head to toe, and I'll be carrying a black backpack. I'll also be wearing a single earring in my left ear in the shape of a tiger. All in all, I think I'm pretty distinctive.]<<<<< -- Griffyn < 15:46:14/11-14-55 > *****PRIVATE: Lou >>>>>[I'll be there with bells on!]<<<<< -- Ripley <18:36:30/11-13-55> >>>>>[This is for anyone thinking of going to Chicago. _Don't_! The UCAS has troops all around the city with orders to shoot _anything_ trying to get out! There are also unconfirmed rumors of them bringing down Banshes and Marine strike units from farther north. Unless you have immediate, personal, and pressing reasons to go in, stay away! For those of you with friends and family in Chicago, you have my sympathies, but your chances of getting them out are about the same as the proverbial snowball. If, however, you are determined to go in ... Good Luck! Your going to need it.]<<<<< -- Irish <10:25:10/14-11-55> >>>>>[Good day, my fine Matrix-bound associates. I have a most humble request for general information, if any of you have such, regarding certain demonic sculpted IC. These devices began showing thier visages in my fine metropolis nearly a month ago, but in rather limited quantity. They have since then appeared with greater and greater regularity, approaching the point that they have begun to generate numerous difficulties and conjestion on the Matrix highways. There have been rumors to the effect that these IC programs have even killed several corporate Matrix-runners, but I have been unable to verify these statements with respectable sources. It is indeed possible that these semi-autonomous programming constructs might be somewhat responsible for the recent difficulties with the GridLink traffic power system, which remains unavailable after three weeks of constant repair efforts. I would certainly appreciate any information regarding the creations that anyone is willing to offer me. I thank you in advance.]<<<<< -- Mercury <12:51:37/11-14-55> ***** Not to: Chris Tarleton, Patricia >>>>>[Hey, isn't Dark Angel getting fitted for a ball and chain sometime soon? I think they decided sometime in December, didn't they? Who wants to help form the interviewing commitee for the stripper we hire for the bachelor party?!]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (19:00:00 / 11-13-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton; Spark; Frypp Security, Inc. (FREDDY FRYPP); Denver Data Haven >>>>>[+++++ CONDITIONAL ECHO TERMS: FR: DENVER DATA HAVEN TO: ALL SHADOWLAND SERVERS RE: TRANSCRIPT-11/08/55-REPUBLIC/OF/DESIRE CONDITON: DEATH OF FREDERICK FRYPP FILED IN CALIFORNIA FREE STATE INTERNAL REVENUE RECORDS Well, now that that's in, unless you were actually at the meeting on November 8, 2055 (yeah, so I've taken my time to distribute it, up yours) at the Republic of Desire's iconferencing site, the only reason you'd be reading this is because I'm dead. With any luck its around the year 2300 and I've died a senile old man. Otherwise, somebody's just put an explosive round into my spine, or (more likely, if ya ask me) I've slipped in the shower and killed myself. My 'deck recorded the meeting, and I just figured it would be a good idea to stash a few copies. I do this with just about everything, but I'm just having a worse feeling with this one.... Anyway, here's my transcript of the meet: +++++ FILE: TRANSCRIPT.ROD - Dark Angel, Spark and I had arrived (virtually, of course) early for the meeting. A RoD decker brought us through security to our designated iconferncing node. Generic default SPU, nothin' fancy. Bristled with security. I had requested blaster IC, but whatever they gave us definitely was more than blaster. - About ten minutes before the scheduled meet, OS^2 walked, or maybe I should say, floated in. FREDDY: What in the hell're you suppossed to be? I expected some badassed decker, and all I get is some kid running his dad's tortoise. Sheesh, I don't know squat about decks but - Spark, find out where this joker is. SPARK: SEEKER's away, boss. - A tendril of energy burst out of Spark's ball lightening icon straight for the silver ball that was OS^2. The icon didn't react at all. The energy caressed it and then shot down the data tube. FREDDY: Now, while the SEEKER's looking for you, let's get down to business. Yer paying so take your time. OS^2: Yes, we are. We were told you had requested Blaster IC to be on standby in the node. The SysOps have agreed to add more security, in the form of Barriers and Access, with Blaster response. We would not care to have certain... others... prying into our affairs would we? - Spark's SEEKER tendril shot back into the node and melded with Spark. SPARK: Uhh, boss, I just got a big blank on the SEEKER. Not the usual blank you get from a fooled Trace, something I've never seen before. Usually the record'll show that the Trace just ended, for no reason. This trace became confused. There were TOO MANY traces to follow. It reset itself. - I knew I should worry, because even Dark Angel looked kind of phased. My amazing wit hadn't let me down, either. FREDDY: Huunnhhh? OS^2: That is the response previous tests had suggested. We were rather proud when our research into our patron's notes suggested this idea; the concept was there, but our patron could not commit to following through. We utilize the default icongraphy because there are more than one of us present. FREDDY: What? You can't do that. SPARK: They're just running hitcher jacks. No big thing. DARK ANGEL: I don't think so.... I've heard rumors, but I didn't think anybody had succeeded with it. There's actually several systems constructed in this icon. They're all contributing to part of it. OS^2: Very good Mr. Tarleton. Perhaps we underestimated your capabilities. You may be a good replacement for Solitaire or William6174. FREDDY: This is pure bulldrek, you said you'd send one! If there's more than one of you in there what's to stop you from blasting us back to San Fran? Hell, if yer all running different parts, you could have an active memory in the gigapulses! You could have full blown Black IC in there and not the crappy low-rated stuff Spark's carrying off-line... whoops. OS^2: Business, Mr. Frypp. We've come to do business. Our patience is wearing very thin with you. Especially now that we know you've the capability to unleash lethal programs. Even if they are ridiculously low rated, the intention is there. - By now, I was pretty well convinced that there were quite a few people in there. FREDDY: Just biz.... OS^2: As you say. Now, may we dispense with, as you so colorfully say, the drek? FREDDY: What do you need from us? OS^2: We need you for three reasons: 1) We need you to obtain security and military grade equipment for us and to transport it to various destinations around the globe. This equipment will include: weapons, ammunition, accessories, electronics, matrixware, entire vehicle and parts. Your methods, are as you demanded are your business as long as you can produce. 2) We will need you to dispose of lower grade equipment for us. This will include less exotic weaponry, electronics and matrixware. Again, your terms apply. 3) We will need assets capable of global shipping. Both of equipment exchanging between our two groups and of our exclusive equipment. This equipment may be needed in some of the more, shall we say, needy, parts of the world. High risk bonuses will be negotiated at the time of shipping. Compensation should be more than adequate. Are you able to meet our needs? FREDDY: Nothing beats cutting to the chase, ah, excuse me. I can be. OS^2: Good, we will be in touch. - Then he just unravels. Poof. I was kind of lost. Story of my life...]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (18:32:11 / 11-13-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Yeah, I know you're not wild on this deal, but the money's just too outrageous. And the equipment they were suggesting. Christ, just think how much I can funnel into Oakland.... Anyway, I'll be over in a few to talk to Karen.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (18:35:00 / 11-13-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[To any or all teams going to Chi-Town if you need a Shaman of the wolf totem and a ex-Wildcat comando- I will help contact Strikes-Like-Lighting @<<>> ]<<<<< Strikes-Like-Lighting (12:42:30/11-14-55) >>>>>[What do you want me to do, Freddy?]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private to: OS^2 >>>>>[We need to speak.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton *****PRIVATE: Kor >>>>>[You okay Kor? I had to leave for a little while, and check out that Technos place for some people, but I can be back if you need me. Remember, I lost my whole family to the race riots years ago, and I lost my fiance a year and a half ago. I might be able to help you, if you want it. Just don't fall into the bottle man...I lost a year of my life to alcohol, and it took me another year to get back on my feet. Just know that despite the fact I may be a bastard and an a**hole, I still want to help. Maybe I can keep you from making the same mistakes I made...]<<<<< --the Whistler<13:18:23/11-14-55> >>>>>[Hey Irish, in case you hadn't heard, that snowball has a good chance. It froze earlier this year when a friend of mine won a bet with the devil. Something about grades. *grin* But do you know how long it takes to get the pilot light relite? :)]<<<<< -Styx <15:19:19/11-14-55> ***** PRIVATE: the Whistler >>>>>[Im perfectly fine. Thank you for asking. I needed some time to clear my head a bit but now I am fine. Sorry to hear about your family. I have some work to attend to. I shall talk with you some other time. Maybe we can get together for a run some time. ]<<<<< -- Kor <20:41:50 / 11-14-55> ***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[I am ready to report for work. I can be at your facilities within hours of recieving the proper paperwork and contracts. Due to my other...occupations...I may need to leave on short notice. I assume that this will not be a problem with you. If it is then we will have to destroy that bridge when we get to it. +++++ Include: Resume, John Flansburgh - Registered mage, Ph. D in Paranormal Mamals. Registered Breeder of Hellhounds Resume, Mitch Tangston - Registered Animal Trainer I will be arriving with my assistant, Mitch, and will begin work immediately. I am sorry for the delay. I had a harder time recovering than I suspected. That seems to be a drawback to my line of work.]<<<<< -- Kor <20:49:20 / 11-14-55> >>>>>[ Since people asked . . . well one did. I figure I might as well admit it. Since people are calling me by Scarface whether or not I appreciate it, I might as well sign my name as it. Sure as hell beats using my real name. People don't fear Bruce quite the same way. Remind me to thank Nightmare for this convience. Like maybe with a chainsaw. ]<<<<< -- Scarface <12:33:32/11-14-55> >>>>>[ You're welcome Scarface. By the way, I think HAMMER would really appreciate your donation of the chainsaw to . . . well I think you'll understand. Diana, I know where AJ is. And I do believe that someone else, whom people are equally anxious to find, does too. But I'm afraid I simply can't reveal that quite yet. ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <12:35:59/11-14-55> ***** Private: Shadowfox >>>>>[ I found a way to reconfirm the interrogation of HAMMER. What he said was close enough to being truth as he sees it. (With some reading between the lines). Prepare your people for his arrival and subsequent trade for Doomsday. I will need the services of Guston for a few more days. After that, I will need one more favor from you. But I will name it at that time. Until that time, Herr Shadowfox. May the trade be successful. Oh! I found a place where Doomsday can rest relatively unbothered by civilization. I think DragonEyes will approve. It's >>encrypted<<. I can have the place supplied with medical stuff if you wish, or you can have your people do that. Just let me know. ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <12:48:35/11-14-55> ***** Private: DragonEyes, Nightmare >>>>>[ Yes I think this will work. DragonEyes, I need your services at >>encrypted<<. Nightmare is offering up HAMMER as trade for Doomsday. As soon as I can make the trade, I will provide transportation for you, Doomsday, and probably Scarface to the location. At this stage, I don't know how long this will take to pull off. But I have the ground work laid out. +++++ include plan.groundwork DE feel free to show this to Scarface when he arrives. You might not want to mention Nightmare's role in this. Nightmare, while I'm amazed you value Doomsday's freedom over what HAMMER's crimes have been, I have to confess that on this score you have finally surprised me. I guess, I'll follow your verdict on HAMMER's crimes and take the trade even though in my opinion, he deserves worse. To even out expenses though, I would appreciate it if you would follow through on your offer. ]<<<<< -- Shadowfox <12:57:47/11-14-55> >>>>>[ Scarface, it is good to see you again. Unfortunately, it seems that I have a job that I _am_ actually qualified to do. As such, I guess I'll have to be travelling soon. If you want, I can show you the job. I'm sure you'll mostly approve of the end results. ]<<<<< -- DragonEyes <13:00:03/11-14-55> >>>>>[ Understood. I wonder what the means are of this job, that you aren't mentioning, but I will accompany you anyway. Is Blitzkrieg coming with us? ]<<<<< -- Scarface <13:01:17/11-14-55> >>>>>[ No. He needs to heal more, and there may be some combat. I'll leave him with some good friends of mine. ]<<<<< -- DragonEyes <13:02:05/11-14-55> >>>>>[ Gee, thanks DE. Just what I like to hear. I'm just baggage to everyone. Don't mind me. I think I'll just go hang in the crawl space where I belong. ]<<<<< -- Blitzkrieg <13:04:19/11-14-55> >>>>>[ Wow! I have never seen DragonEyes move that fast! Sheesh . . . remind me not to tick off those medico types. *smile* ]<<<<< -- Scarface <13:06:25/11-14-55> >>>>>[ As I recall, you weren't that great of a patient at a certain time either. So I wouldn't comment if I were you. ]<<<<< -- DragonEyes <13:07:55/11-14-55> ***** Private: Shadowfox >>>>>[ My very special guest, Rebar, and I have looked over the plans. Together we have come up with these modifications. +++++ modifications.doc The rest of the modifications will come through private courier, or here as time constrants allow. The shipment of the first prize will be tonight. Here are the plans for that. +++++ ship.txt Rebar gave his seal of approvement for them. And I will get the place immediately. Let's see if we can get one operation off correctly. ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <14:18:05/11-14/55> ***** Private: Kor >>>>>[ Blitzkrieg is healing. At least physically. I think mentally, he would be better off if there wasn't so many bad things happening. I think once he has some time away from it all, he will be fine. At least he maybe, if Powerhouse's sword is ever found. You're welcome for the healing. Tell Waltzes with Bear that I thank her for her compliment. I'm quite flattered. I'm also not quite sure, as to how best answer your question. In a sense, I suppose yes. As to Crashkit's real name, it is >>encrypted<<. I'm afraid, I never did learn Powerhouse's real name. I'm sorry. Maybe Cerise knows. If you find out, I would be grateful to learn of it. One last thing, I am here if you need to talk to someone about your recent loss. I would more than welcome you coming to talk to me. I always make time for those who have the need. Take care. ]<<<<< -- DragonEyes <14:57:34/11-14-55> >>>>>[Bruce, I'll see you when you get in. You know where I am, and if you don't call, I will come looking for you. Nightmare, if you are even partly responsible for Dad getting hurt, I will be VERY unhappy....]<<<<< -- Diana, Mistress of the Night <18:08:29/11-14-55> *****Private: Irish >>>>>[Just one thing to say, Mr. Irish. We're in there in five hours.]<<<<< -- Quickling <16:55:55/11-14-55> >>>>>[Quickling, I've recently been informed of a 'friend' in Chi-town. Is it possible to reroute a couple of days so I can find her. I would consider this a great debt to owe you, as will another who is looking out for her safety.]<<<<< - Styx <20:07:14/11-14-55> *****Private: Styx >>>>>[If you have to go, then go. Unfortunately, we're planning on going in TONIGHT, and you'll have a hard time finding us once we're in. In the mean time, if you need to find someone in there, no problems. We're finding my friends, we can find some of just about anyone's. Only limits are going to be space getting out, which is going to rely on the number of riggers. Fair enough?]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:12:53/11-14-55> >>>>>[Quickling, can you give me three hours MAX. If I can't find her by then, I'll cut and come back to help get you all out. We need a few fall back points.]<<<<< -Styx <20:32:06/11-14-55> *****Private: XoX, Hral, Larh, RedWing, Rodan >>>>>[I'm coming in. You know where to meet us. In the mean time, look for Solonus. I'll try to get you people out. See you hopefully in a couple of hours.]<<<<< -- Quickling <19:21:29/11-14-55> *****Private: Hack, Styx, Charon, Griffyn, Skaven, Karak, Itchy, Scratchy, Babylon, Trotsky >>>>>[Alright, guys, you've all met each other, you've torn up the apartment, and you're ready to go in. For those of you that are just team leaders, apoligize for me to those members I left off the list here. Anyway, for the slow-minded...we're going in in an hour and a half, and we'll meet back here. By midnight tonight, we'll be in. By the 16th, we'll be out. Hope you got sleep. Bring the guns, the APDS, the armor (nothing heavy, of course...), the equipment you think you'll need, the foci you can hide, the attitudes, you name it. Drones...be careful if you're going to bring them, and make 'em small, but we can bring a few. If you can control them on the way in, at least. Cyberdecks...tricky. If you're going in with 'em, good, we'll need a few. Someone's got to take care of the Matrix besides me. Oh, and if I haven't OKed your friends yet, give it up. It's too late. I can still authorize side trips to get out your friends, but that's about it. We have cars to get us from here to the site we're going in from. It's the sewers, folks...be careful. I've been trying to arrange for the way out, and it'll be tough, but we'll manage. I know that some of us aren't going to survive in there. Hell, most of the good runners there are dead, most of the routes in and out of the city are blocked. But we're going in anyway, folks, and we're going to find Solonus, Johnson, and hopefully some more people. And get out alive. That'll be the tricky part. We've also got some friends in there...plenty of 'em. The RedWing gang, the team headed up by Rodan, and the RedRoms are all going to get picked up (and pulled out) with us. They're dealing with transport. See you at 9:00. Good luck, people.]<<<<< -- Quickling <19:30:00/11-14-55> >>>>>[Well, as long as it's after we've gotten in, go ahead. I'll probably even help you out, here, if we need to find someone that can help us... Good luck.]<<<<< -- Quickling <20:33:47/11-14-55> *****Private: Lou >>>>>[ Nice place you got here Lou. Once everyone shows up I will start explaining the Plan.]<<<<< -- Tarkis < Time does not exist > *****NOT TO: UCAS employees >>>>>[Just thought you'd want to know. We've made it in. One casualty so far. To those that thought it was impossible...NEVER underestimate the power of a few mages that want to hide some people going in. Or hidden entrances, for that matter... To those that care, it's a sorry sight in here. If I can get it, I'll send out some vids. (Oh, and no, noone else can get stuff out. I'm the only one with a decent connection to the outside world now...) To Mr. Yoshida, we found Wisdel. He's dead. Taken out in the Chicago Art Institute by a bunch of fragging bugs. His body's only a pile of ashes now, but trust me, it was him.]<<<<< -- Quickling <20:51:41/11-14-55> >>>>>[ Ack not the Art Museum!!! Is the place still standing?? Is the art untouched or now, i must know tell me now!!!]<<<<< -- Tarkis < Time does not exist > >>>>>[Damn. 'Tis not a good sign. I fear the coming of the worst.]<<<<< -- Norman Yoshida <21:02:51 / 11-14-55> Executive Vice President Yoshida Technologies *****PRIVATE: Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[ You're right. There's a data haven in the Pueblo section of Denver, has some of the top ideas coming out of the PCC at work. If you can meet us in the CPU at 23:30:15/11-18-55, then perhaps your questions will be answered. ]<<<<< -- OS^2 (21:33:25/11-14-55) >>>>>[Nah, send 'em to the LA office. We can smuggle 'em up from there. But lable the boxes machine tools or something. Nah, that isn't gonna work either, inspections'll get them. Go ahead, send them to Seattle. Send them to Basilisk. He'll be glad to see them show up in that little apartment of his. He's at >>>Address<<<.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:41:14 / 11-15-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Tunnel-Rat >>>>>[Just forward me a shopping list and I'll see what I can find.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:55:12 / 11-15-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: OS^2 >>>>>[Uh, yeah, we'll be fully prepared in about two weeks. I'm just finalizing the contacts now.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:57:12/ 11-15-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Uh, DA, I'm still not sure how this is going to work this is still really seat of the pants.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:00:00 / 11-15-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Kor >>>>>[Allright, here's a quick dump of the paperwork for a pass to get into SF (Just make copies for your assistant). We've already got the sponsor section filled in, we just need you for the recipient part. +++++ FILE: SANFRAN.APP Just forward that to the SFPD when you get done and they'll send you back the proper documentation. Unless they've got a bee up their collective ass and want to play games with me.... Anyway, Spark wants you to fill out all of the crap he wants for the corporate database. Don't bother. Just 'can it. Only two people have ever finished it. +++++ FILE: FRYPPSEC.EMP Now the legal mumbo-jumbo. This would be a whole lot easier if you didn't want to be a legit employee, ya know that? +++++ FILE: FRYPPSEC.CON Just send that back here. Are you going to need someplace to crash? +++++ FILE: SANFRAN.RES Drop by my office when you get in town.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:10:10 / 11-15-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[I love California trid. They'll put any wacko on. I swiped this from "How Ya Doin' SF?" this morning. ++++ BEGIN TRID KATHY: And this morning on "How Ya Doin' SF?" we have several religious scholars discussing the situation of Chicago. Mr. Kaspar, what do you believe is truely happening in Chicago? KASPAR: Just Kaspar, please Kathy. I believe that the Messiah has returned. He has returned to cleanse Mankind of the megacorporate scourge. KATHY: And the Messiah has assumed the form of Insects? KASPAR: Yes, symbolizing the great plagues that sweapt into Egypt. REVEREND FOWLER: This infestation is indeed religious in origin, but it is actually the beginning of the end. Hell has released its Demons. Armaggeddon is at hand! KASPAR: The Messiah has returned. Join me and my flock as we journey to Chicago to become a part of the Return. REVEREND FOWLER: Return?! You'll be journeying into the open maw of Hell! You'll become bug food! +++++ END TRID You get the idea. By the end of the show, Reverend Fowler revealed that he was a mage and tossed a lightening bolt into Kaspar's lap. I guess we know who's side God is suppossed to be on.... Gotta love California.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:22:12 / 11-15-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) *****PRIVATE: Maxim Arms-HQ >>>>>[Sir, we are having system troubles. Our deckers report that they are running into frames wandering through the system, totally unseen and untouched by even our Expert IC. We have lost one decker and two techs to the frames or constructs already. They tried to kill one, and almost suceeded before a second demon construct attacked the decker. They apparently have Black IC and other types of IC coding, at Expert levels that we don't even have, encorporated into them, because the decker died. And somehow, the construct has a new form of Blaster coding as well. Immediately after the decker was flatlined, a massive surge hit the deck he was using and pulsed the optical systems. The standard, low power optical emmiters surged into the megawatt power range for long enough to totally fry the deck, the decker, and two tech in the room running data checks. They were all beyond medical and magical healing and died almost instantly. They are a major problem, and from what our contractees have told us, we are not the only corporations to have this problem. We will keep you informed as things happen.]<<<<< -- MSI-Boston <11:39:22/11-15-55> >>>>>[ +++++Include Trideo Download+++++ This is Charlie Fingers, reporting to you from the Boston Metroplex airport. Just recently, we recieved that as soon as all the local traffic has been cleared from holding patterns over Boston, the airport will be closing due to computer problems. Apparently, the INS instrumental landing guidance system failed catastrophically about 43 minutes ago, forcing the tower to re-route all incoming air traffic to secondary airports except those already in holding patterns and semi-ballistics already en-route. As you know, semi-ballistics are incapable of changing trajectory enough to reach a back-up landing site due to fuel availablility. All attempts at restarting the INS system have failed and the FCC and the local authorities are working with all speed to get a second system moved into place in order to restart the airport. +++++Charlie Fingers seems to glance off into nowhere, the hallmark of an implanted radio, then his attention returns to the camera. I just recieved notice that just over 2 minutes ago, there was a near collision over Lexington between two sub-orbitals, each carrying over 150 passengers. And this has just been radioed to me: The local approach radar here at the airport has also failed, forcing the planes in the air to come in as the tower makes space....what!?! Jack, focus behind me, out the window! +++++The focus of the camera changes drastically as the camerman changes his focus from Charlie to the runway behind him while in the background, you hear Charlie continuing to talk. I've just been told that the last of the semi-ballistics that was already en-route when the INS system crashed is coming in for a landing, but that since the radar has gone out, they can't give the pilot any data whatsoever and that she is trying to bring the plane in on full manual, with no assistance from the tower. All other traffic is being re-routed away from the runway that you see in your screens....Yes! There it is, coming in. But wait a second! NO! There's an HSCT in the way of the Semi-ballistic! Can the... +++++On the screen you see a violent flash several seconds before you hear an explosion so loud that the windows shake, and some of them crack. Outside, a firey ball is turning into a black, sooty cloud and large chunks of debris appear to be falling on the approach just before the runway. Oh my god....oh my god.......oh my GOD! Folks, it appears that the semi- ballistic and the HCST have collided in mid-air and exploded. We will keep you informed as more news becomes available. However, it is unlikely that there will be any survivors of the possible 400 to 500 passengers and crewmembers of the two vehicles. This is a terrible day here in Boston, where the failure of two computerized guidance and control systems has so far resulted in the deaths of 400 to 500 people, the near collision of two more aircraft, and untold other problems that will only become apparent as the day goes on. This is Charlie Fingers, keeping you up to the second on the news from Boston, signing off until more news becomes available. +++++End Trideo Download+++++ ]<<<<< -- Trideo Pirate <12:07:36/11-15-55> ***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[ Its about time you got back to me. Im already in SanFran. Got here last night. Nice fraggin' security you people have around here. You need to station more combat mages and astral security around the perimeter. Mundanes just dont stand a chance against a persistant mage. I dont know a damned thing about San Fran and those assholes shot up my equipment pretty good last night. Dont they know about the "No killing peaceful citizens" rules? My nav dat and maps got trashed. Dont expect you to pay for that. I guess I should fill out the paperwork just incase someone asks. I assume you can make it so I arrive here sometime tomorrow or do you need me to take care of that? +++++ Include: SANFRAN.A@^@ [File corrupt -- Resend] n +++++ Include: FRYPPSEC.EMP.RET +++++ Include: FRYPPSEC.CO@^@#^# [File corrupt -- Resend] n Oh, bummer, that one got fragged. Guess I cant work legit now, huh? Jack this -- Send someone to Joey's Diner (Hell if I know where this is) to pick me up. If there isnt a problem, I can stay on site with the animals. I prefer them to most humans anyway. My associate will come in tomorrow sometime or whenever he gets around to filling out the paper work. He was afraid to come in with me last night. The boy has no stomach for a good fight. What are the consequences of my being here without proper Id and passes? If anyone comes looking for me, kill them and then call me... +++++ Encryption: ON I dont think that training the hounds is going to occupy enough fo my time to keep me happy. If there is anything else you need done, please let me know...we can keep a running tab. You buy the beer, Ill take out the trash. +++++ Encryption: Off ]<<<<< -- Kor <18:08:08 / 11-15-55> >>>>>[CAUTION: A few weeks ago I uploaded some spells of my own creation. I advertised that these spells should do well against Insects. I was wrong. They do not work at all. Do NOT use them. ]<<<<< -- Kor <18:26:34 / 11-15-55> ***** PRIVATE: Scourge [Greetings and well met. I have a request to make of you. I have a need to post a few mail messages anonymously and was hoping that for a couple of thousand neuyen a pop I could get you to do that for me. What do you think? Is is possible to do this so no one knows where it came from?] -- Kor <18:30:03 / 11-15-55> *****PRIVATE: Kor >>>>>[Damnit Kor! You aren't alright. Don't you remember I told you about my family down at the beach, a few hours after your father was murdered? Frag it all to hell. It _seems_ like I'm getting more worked up about this than you are. In any case Kor, if you need my help, for a run or for other help, you know how to get a hold with me.]<<<<< --the Whistler<11:50:09/11-15-55> >>>>>[Styx, I don't want to know, I just don't want to know]<<<<< -- Irish <11:51:35/15-11-55> >>>>>[Okay people, I almost have this Knight-Errant military file from Chicago decrypted. Aside from the extremely high encryption level (highest I've ever seen. My computer, admittedly not a mainframe but..., has taken over 2 days on this file. And it's not that big a file. Of course, I had to restart everything on Sunday after spending all of Friday and Saturday being interrogated by Knight-Errant...I only hope I'm still sane after that. But in any case, my computer says that it is about 95.34 0one with the file, meaning I can have here in about...2 hours max. So until then...]<<<<< --the Whistler<11:55:01/11-15-55> ***** Private: Quickling >>>>>[I hope you brought some big guns, alot of body armor and one hell of a wizard then. But since your determined to go in, I suggest you look up one of my old chummers. A marine Lt. named Vasquez (a female ork). She may be able to help you get in, getting out is a whole other ball of wax.]<<<<< -- Irish <11:59:20/15-11-55> >>>>>[God, I hope this works. I can't hack a military channel for long. I don't have time to read through the general board; just tell me that SOMEONE is coming to help us- ++++ LINK TERMINATED ]<<<<< -- E#@$<1:#1:46@#1-15*&5> ***** Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[What d'ya need me for?]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private: Shadowfox >>>>>[ Thank you for the simple delivery. Security was tight, but the others that you sent to aid me were quite well trained. My compliments to your planning. The letter was left on his desk as stated in job requirements. I'm sure he is thoroughly paranoid now. I'll pick up payment as pre-arranged. It was a privilege to work with you. ]<<<<< -- Nightingale <11:58:40/11-15-55> >>>>>[ I have sent a personal copy of this via private bonded courier to Special Forces Commander-in-Chief Samuel Carver. It is included for your sole benefit. He has until tomorrow at midnight to respond. +++++ Include threat.txt Dear Samuel Carver, No doubt good sir, you are already wondering at this message's arrival. To arrive here on your desk, without your security knowing, has you probably very much alarmed. That is just a small hinting, at my benefactor's capabilities. The reason for this offer is this: It has come to my attention that a certain individual has captured another certain individual. This certain person operates under the nom du guerre of "HAMMER." If you check Commander Drake's files, you will undoubtedly note that he is the current Head of Operations for B.I.S. My benefactor has recently acquired HAMMER, and wishes to offer a trade. We will return to you HAMMER 24 hours after the release of the international terrorist known as code name: Doomsday. I stress that it will be 24 hours after Doomsday is released, because we will have the need to verify that it is truly him. Undoubtedly, you could refuse. Let me do my utmost to convince you in a brief manner, that it is in your best interest not to refuse. I shall put it this way. HAMMER represents an acquired knowledge of the affairs of the B.I.S. that my benefactor would find highly useful. Plus, as you probably have already found out, he is a highly efficient field operator. As such he has had access to things which the German government would never want the civilians or even other megacorporations to learn about. Whereas, Doomsday is a simple international terrorist wanted for various crimes such as murder and carrying illegal cyberware and weapons. Also, I will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you have just refreshed your memory of this "Doomsday," and in that file, you will notice that he has been arrested twice - once by Ares, and now once by Interpol. Probably wouldn't be all _that_ hard for someone in your position to regain. At this point, you are probably wondering why my benefactor wants Doomsday. Well, I'll let you wonder. I hope to see Doomsday's release soon. Inside the other document packet, you will find information concerning accepting and rejecting my offer and how to follow through on either one. I hope to see that you will respond by my deadline. If not, my benefactor will take it as rejection. You are warned. All attempts to extend the deadline will be ignored. Have a nice day. Sincerely, Shadowfox +++++ letter ends. Well, I'll let you know if anything good comes out of this. ]<<<<< -- Shadowfox <12:19:44/11-15-55> >>>>>[ I'll try and call you when I get in, but . . . something has come up, that is going to send me out of town real quick. It involves helping a friend in need out. Wish I could say more. I take it you didn't see Ratspeak's posting on November 6th at high noon. Nightmare didn't exactly improve your father's chances of leaving Germany alive any. ]<<<<< -- Scarface <11:35:30/11-15-55> ***** Private: Diana >>>>>[ Yes. He'll be very lucky to leave here in what little is left in his time in unlife. And something tells me that unless things change really soon, he'll experience death for the final time. I strongly recommend _NOT_ interfering any in matters concerning his stay here unless you want him to die. Time will tell whether or not he will survive. If you enter the equation in any way, I'm afraid, it will simply take away from his chances of survival. Time is Action Jackson's friend and enemy in this case, but interference will make Time Action Jackson's enemy. That is your only warning. Listen to it well. ]<<<<< -- Nightmare <12:00:00/11-15-55> >>>>>[Read and feast your eyes. +++++AudioVisual Upload Sequence Start: A flickering picture fades into view, obviously done on poor-quality recording equipment: or in bad light. It appears to be inside of a high-security area, judging by the extensive control features. A scruffy man, dressed in tattered security garb and with a five-o'clock shadow, steps into the picture and begins to speak. "Knight Errant lost control of all computer systems in the West Denver Maximum Security Enclave, resulting in a breach of safety. The system crashed due to some sort of infiltration represented by a large demon*#($*@()JDKWQNsjkdsan@#*!)(@Nd90 r90ewhdf 30219hr The picture fades to black. +++++AudioVisual Upload Sequence End. Knight Errant claims that everything is under control. Boys and girls, we have a problem here.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[ +++++Include Trideo Download+++++ This is Charlie Fingers, coming to you from the rapidly degenerating metroplex of Boston where several more problems have added themselves to the horror of a mid-air collision earlier today that left 432 people dead and debris strewn across 5 square kilometers. Earlier today, at around 3:15 EST, the subway and elevated rail system that connects all of downtown Boston with the outlying areas of the metroplex failed simultaneously, causing one rail collision and three derailments. Total damage is unknown, as is the cause of the system-wide failure. Hospitals and authorities on the scenes report over 75 dead and perhaps some 300 wounded. Concrete numbers are not yet available as emergency personnel have yet to fully clear the debris and rail cars from the areas of the accidents. However, yet another problem has manifested itself and is adding to the confusion and terror that Boston has been plunged under today. Last month the GridLink system failed, causing accidents and delays. Today, at precisely 3:58 EST, the entire remainder of the traffic control system failed. Accidents occured almost instantly, and 2/3rds of Boston has been plunged into total gridlock, stopping emergency units from reaching accidents, fire engines from reaching numerous small fires that threaten to expand, and police from being even able to reach points where recovery could be directed from. Only the limited number of helicoptor, ACV, and Vectored-Thrust units are even able to move within the city. DocWagon reports all of thier clinics as being filled over capacity, some by 120 Local public and private hospitals are even finding themselves overrun by more injuries than can be cared for. The Mayor is appealing to all residents of Boston to stay indoors and not to travel until the situation can be cleared up. The city has no comment on the status of repairing the traffic and subway systems, but inside sources say that all of the computers controlling the systems have failed and are resisting any and all attempts to get them up and running again. If this is true, then this situation will not fix itself easily, nor soon. This is Charlie Fingers, wishing he was somewhere else, signing off from Boston.]<<<<< -- Trideo Pirate <16:16:50/11-15-55> >>>>>[ Sorry this is so late folks, but Basilisk and I have been researching the substance we found on this run. I've also been out of town trying to get some information on the tree. Things should be coming together. Here is the video feed from Gork's Drone. I want to put a big thank you out to my big troll rigger friend. He doesn't have access to this, but he deserves credit. +++++ Begin Video Feed: <11/4/55> Jasmine climbs out of the lime-green van followed closely by a large Troll who towers over her petite frame, "Chere, I aint gettin' paid fuh this, so's I's waitin' heah." She leans up and kisses him softly on the cheek, "Thanks for letting us use your van, Gork. This won't take long." Gork opens the side door to the van and the rest of the team climbs out, "Y'all take care o my lil lady friend heah, r I's be knockin' yer dohs don wit a Panthe' Cannon. Unduhstood?" The entire team smiles, their not here to protect Jasmine, but obviously her friendship with the Troll is nothing to be laughed at. "Gork will be operating the camera from remote. He's already got the drone set up." Everyone is equipped with a 2 way headset and their all carrying their weapons of choice. All but Jasmine who's got a flashlight that's almost half her size. It's one of those giant, industrial, construction site, halogen brights. On the side is written, "SUN-IN-A-BOX (a little piece of heaven)". This light means business. +++++ Hey folks, I've got the map up in front of me. The +++++ bunker is the large concrete building across the grass +++++ from where you are now. "Shields, tell us something we don't know." Tiny says into his microphone. +++++ There are four openings, but only one will get you to +++++ the central bunker area that was being used as living +++++ space. It's...uh...the second to the left. There +++++ should be a pipe immediately overhead. 3 inch. The team heads across the grass. The camera follows them. +++++ Even though Gork isn't getting paid, he is filming this. Jasmine stops just outside the door, "Dancing Dragon, I want you to head up top. To keep watch, if all works out, we'll be coming out that way." She blows slightly to activate her mike, "Shields, guide Dancing Dragon up to the top by the old gun, I've got a map and pretty much know my way down here." +++++ Alright, babe, take care. Keep your mike on so I can +++++ hear what's happening. In fact, have everyone flip +++++ the on switch. I want to hear everything. She nodes her head, "Shields wants us to make sure that our mikes are on. There's a switch on the left side." She flips the switch. Everyone follows her lead. Dancing Dragon heads off to a stairway on the left. His gun is out. Basilisk, Aardvark, Tiny, and Backlash start walking as staggered as can be through the 5 foot wide tunnel. The view begins to dim and eventually all is black. +++++ Jasmine, turn on your light. I can't see Gork's vid +++++ feed. Suddenly, A magnesium bright glare appears to melt the darkness as the camera compensates. "Frau Jasmine, that light is sufficient" Basilisk shades his eyes. Aardvark rubs his. Tiny just turns his head, and starts walking. +++++ You should be coming to a T junction. Aardvark, on your +++++ immediate left is a metal box. There should be a switch +++++ for a generator there. Aardvark opens the box. A bundle of frayed and burnt wires fall out. "Whoa, somebody really did a job on that switch." ++++ Doesn't matter, Jasmine's got a light. Basilisk crouches, "Anyone else smell that?" Tiny crouches down and takes a whiff, "It's stronger down here. Smells like a chemical. Almost acidic." "I just smell damp concrete...and Gork." states Jasmine. "Ha, Ha, youah real laugh chere, Gork took a showah befoh pikin' you up thiz monin. 'Sides you's just smellin' th' drone. " says a strong cajun voice from behind the camera. "I recommend that we put on the gas masks we have in our packs." Aardvark, drops his pack off his shoulder and opens it to reveal a mask on top. Jasmine opens her pack as well, "Agreed, as a safety precaution." The team members put on the masks. +++++ Does this affect your microphones at all? "A little, but I think they'll still work." says a muffled Aardvark. The team continues through the tunnels. +++++ Take the first left, and then the first right. It +++++ should open into the main chamber. A chamber opens in front of everyone. There are mattresses, and a few old electrical appliances including a stove and an old refrigerator. The smell of rotting meat from the freezer overpowers any chemical smells that may have been there. Basilisk walks to one of the mattresses, "Frau, Jasmine, shine a light on here please!" Jasmine approaches the mattress. Tiny crouches down by Basilisk, "Is this what we're looking for?" he runs his finger over a red powder that coats the topside of the mattress. His fingers leave a cleared spot in the dust. He looks at the powder on his fingers and brushes them off on his pants. Basilisk reaches into his pocket and puts on a pair of latex gloves. He then takes a test-tube and scrapes some of the red substance into the tube. "Enough this should be. I will test in lab." Backlash, who is rummaging through a pile of what appears to be garbage kneels and lifts a small ork doll from the pile, "There were no survivors?" Aardvark, leans down and puts his hand on the big guy's shoulder, "Not that we know of, Backlash." Backlash puts the doll in his back pocket. He stands, "There was a name on this," he pats the doll, "Katherine. So help me, if the person responsible for this killed a little girl, I want him to die the same horrible death!" Jasmine, steps over to the emotional member of her team, "Maybe, she's alive and you can give that to her. This isn't over yet." +++++ Guys, there's another room to the east. But, The door +++++ is just a dotted line on the map. Look for a panel +++++ or something. "Shields, how can you have a panel in a concrete wall?" Jasmine asks, then laughs, "Wait, it's not a secret panel, it's a vent. I see it." She walks over and opens a grate on the wall. "There's a short vent here to another room, I'll go check it out." She crawls through. Everyone waits for a minute while Jasmine wanders in the other room. It's dark because she took the lamp with her. After a few long moments, she returns with a few battered books. Basilisk looks at the brown leather book that she's holding, "That's Faust, a classic German Literature." Jasmine smiles, "I thought it was German, but I didn't know for sure." The other two are just photo albums. Backlash grabs one of the albums and scours it for a picture. He finds a picture marked, "Kat's thrid Birthday", It's a picture of a cute little ork girl in a blue dress blowing out the candles on a cake shaped like an igloo. On the table next to her is a doll. It's the doll that Backlash now carries. He takes out the picture and puts it in his shirt pocket. +++++ Was there anything else in there, Jas? "No, I took everything of value. There was another mattress and a few candles that had burnt down to virtually nothing. There was lots of the red dust everywhere as well. It almost looks to me like this place was looted before we got here." Jasmine says into her microphone. Tiny scratches his head, "I agree, Jasmine, this seems awfully messy for a normal ork community house. I've seen a few. Orks are more organized than this. It also surprises me that we didn't find more domestic things like dishes, silverware, or clothes. This place is pretty bare." +++++ Dancing Dragon says that the coast is completely clear. +++++ Gork verifies this from his end. I think you guys can +++++ get out of there. "Agreed," says Jasmine, "Lets go. Basilisk, you can take that sample and study it. Aardvark, Tiny, Backlash, I want you to see if you can get some confirmation on these pictures. Anything at all. Talk to contacts, friends. I want to know if these people are dead or alive. I want bodies people. Now, let's get out of here." They backtrack through the passage. Dancing Dragon meets the team outside, "Hey, I found something interesting up top. Aardvark, takes a piece of paper from DD and hold it so everyone can look, "It's a drawing of a tree with an arrow pointing to it. Where did you get this?" Dancing Dragon points to the gun on top of the bunker, "That gun has been filled with concrete so it's just for show. But this was taped up right next to the sight. I looked thorugh the sight, but it's too foggy to see anything." +++++ I've got a map of the sound right here. A direct line +++++ from that gun out across the Sound would be .... +++++ hmmm...it could be a number of places. +++++ Maybe the tree means something. "Maybe it means that someone survived this." says Backlash as he puts his hand on the doll in his pocket. Jasmine, takes the paper from Aardvark, "Good work, Dancing Dragon, I'll take this and run it through a few contacts of mine. Maybe I can find out about the tree. Backlash, I think you're right, someone survived. And, I'll bet that if we find this tree, we'll find the survivors." The team heads back to the van and Gork opens the doors. +++++ End Video Feed]<<<<< -- Jasmine <14:00:00/11-15-55> *****Private: Irish >>>>>[Little late for that. We're in. It wasn't easy, and we lost one of the part, but we're in. And yes, we have big guns, a lot of armor, and a while drekload of mages and shamens. And transportation out is already set up. Sortof.]<<<<< -- Quickling <12:45:11/11-15-55> *****Private: Norman Yoshida >>>>>[Sorry. Definitely gone. I wish I could help more. Wisdel's just now a pile of dust, though...]<<<<< -- Quickling <12:51:45/11-15-55> >>>>>[Tarkis, I just thought you'd want to know. The Chicago Art Institute is, indeed, mostly destroyed. I didn't see much still alive there. I have a very small copy of the security readout I grabbed a few minutes ago... +++++ Upload: Chicago Art Institute security computer log, 11/10/55 ]<<<<< -- Quickling <12:42:57/11-15-55> >>>>>[Jesus fraggin' Christ. I think this damn file might be cursed or something. I was in the middle of downloading it, when the fraggin' local server hub crashed down on my damn head. This fraggin' thing is just pissin' me off. But I think it is important that people read this. This file contains the radio transmissions of the Knight-Errant raid on the North American Chapterhouse. Blast this fraggin' lag! I though they got rid of lag back before the crash. In any case, here's the file. +++++BEGIN UPLOAD, AUDIO ONLY OMEGA BLUE: Astral team reports they are 10-97 C&C: 10-4. C&C: All units at start point. ALPHA BLUE: Affirmative BETA BLUE: Affirmative DELTA BLUE: Affirmative SUPPORT: Affirmative. Rockets are aimed and ready. 10-23. C&C: Stage green go. Good luck. ALPHA BLUE: And may God be with you. Channel is 10-33, Alpha is 10-49 objective. C&C: Rockets away. SUPPORT: Rockets are away. +++++you can hear the muffled roar of the exploding rockets through someone's open mic. Then you hear the distinctive sounds of what must be super-machine guns firing on full auto, and the occassional dull whump of a grenade. There are screams, muffled by something, but still screams. Most of them are clearly inhuman, but some, too many, are obviously those of the soldiers.+++++ ALPHA GRAY: Sir, chem-sniffers are picking up elevated levels of PVMH and C-6. ALPHA BLUE: Copy. I'll 10-5--- +++++suddenly you hear an explosion, and it threatens to blow out the speakers in your playback unit. Hidden in the roar you can make out screams, human screams.+++++ C&C: Second Team alert advance. Third Team alert advance. Explosive trap warning in effect. Repeat, Second Team alert advance. Third Team alert advance. Explosive warning in effect. BETA BLUE: Copy charlie. Beta is 10-49. DELTA BLUE: Copy. Delta is 10-49. +++++you hear again the sound of super-machine guns, firing on full automatic+++++ BETA BLUE: Encountering increased resistance. Requesting additional support. SUPPORT: 10-23 Beta. BETA GREEN: 10-18 those rockets Support! SUPPORT: Rockets aimed and ready. C&C: Rockets away. +++++another series of explosions fill the background. This time, though, they are louder, or perhaps closer+++++ DELTA BLACK: Blue, charges one and two are set. DELTA WHITE: Blue, charges three and four are set. DELTA BLUE: Confirming charges are set. Prepare for blast. C&C: Demolition charge one firing. +++++again, the roar of explosions. There is a single scream, or perhaps thousands at once, like a piece of stell being...ripped+++++ BETA GREEN: Sweet Jesus! DELTA BLACK: Holy Mary Mother of God!! BETA BLUE: Maintain channel security!! 10-33!! C&C: All units, we are under break out situation. Repeat, break out situation. Initiate Plan Centerpoint. Repeat, initiate Centerpoint. All commands signal acknowledgement. BETA BLUE: Affrimative. Fall back!! DELTA BLUE: Affirmative, 10-87 Lighthouse. Repeat, 10-87 Lighthouse stat! +++++the signal has begun to break up. You are no longer able to distinguish between units, and all that can be heard are screams of pain and weeping. Voices can be heard through the static, requesting back-up and trying to find out where people are. The only other thing that can be heard clearly before the signal dissolves into static is the word "Damocles."+++++ +++++END TRANSMISSION Fraggin' computer wasted about five hours trying to decrypt static. But that is about it. T-Punt managed to send this to me before he got killed, may he rest in peace. I hope everyone out there hooks this up to full audio, becasue if you just read the transcript, it really loses the emotinal tones. But that's it for me. Now I have to go hide from Kineght-Errant again...]<<<<< --Rhino Chaser<16:51:16/11-15-55> ***** PRIVATE: Jasmine >>>>>[ Jasmine, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be staying at my squat for a while. I'm not feeling to good right now.. seems like I've come down with something. Maybe the flu. I don't know. If you really need me for anything, you know where I live, and you've got my LTG code.]<<<<< -- Tiny < 23:49:15/11-15-55 > >>>>>[What the HELL is going on???!!!! We just get back from vacation, find that our penthouse and equipment is sold, get everything back, log on, and find the DREK hitting the fan!!!! Buzz's family lives in Chicago folks, so I hope someone is ready to get them out!]<<<<< --Shadow(19:00:07 EST\11:15:55) >>>>>[MY FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!! We've GOT to get them out of there!!!!!!!!]<<<<<< --Buzz(The One The Only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[ CB, I have been trying Cat Dancings numbers that I have, atleast the non-chicago ones. I have also checked with a few friends in different cities who know her normal hang-outs there. So far I have been able to locate word of her or her team. I fear that they weren't able to leave Chicago in time. Have you had any luck?]<<<<< -- Spirit >>>>>[ Not yet, and Ah'm worried. If anyone out there has seen Cat dancing, or has word of her, please tell us. We would like ta know that she is not in Chicago]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker >>>>>[Alright, I'm broadcasting this to the world, and that's because I don't want this censored. Period. We're in Chicago, as you probably know. And we've got a big fragging team going into find Solonus and get the hell out of here. We've been resting in here, my apartment, for the last bunch o'hours, and we're about ready to go where we BELIEVE Solonus is... It's noon. We've got three teams going out to look for people, plus a home-defense team; first team consists of RedWing's gang, Itchy and Scratchy, and Karak. Second team is the Babylonians and Redroms. Third team consists of Styx and Charon, the Trotsky Twins, and Gris. Here with me are Skaven, XoX (from the Redroms...a decker, guys), Harf (troll decker from the Babylonians, and a nice guy, actually), and Krull (elf Street Sam. He's our defense.) Third team is going on a side-run. Styx needs to find someone...if we can find her, we'll get back to you. Second team is to get to Johnson and get him out. Otherwise known as the "cake run", we KNOW where he is, and the only opposition will be random bugs wandering the city. First team finds Solonus. And that's the tough one. Damn. I'm with them virtually...XoX is helping Team 3, Harf's with Team 2. This message is coming to you indirectly, people. Thank good contacts for the ability to come out... Alright. Team 1's going in. We're connected. See you soon, chummers.]<<<<< -- Quickling <13:47:29/11-15-55> >>>>>[Consider the fruti on its way. I'll even throw in a bonus case for Basilisk. I've come a long way in the shadow world. You can tell you're good when you start running fruit!]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (17:38:12/11-15-55) >>>>>[Results are in. Team #3, we're in. Coming home now. See you in a sec, chummer.]<<<<< -- XoX <15:55:41/11-15-55> >>>>>[Good, XoX. And yes, I'm the only one currently receiving this...no outside servers will get this for a while. In the mean time...a rundown?]<<<<< -- Quickling <15:56:31/11-15-55> >>>>>[Sure thing. First of all, I have to report casualties. We lost both of the Trotsky Twins, and Gris is gone. Styx is...missing. Charon is still with us, but hurting. He'll survive, but...I wish we had some medical support, or more of it. The people we found are hurt, and many killed. Ten civilians are still alive. Second...the report. Sure. First off, we went on the search. Not too tough, luckily...they were at the pre-given coordinates. Right on the money. They were hurting, yes, but their shaman was helping out a LOT. As soon as we found 'em, we headed for home. Not an easy job, with bunch of civilians tagging along (I counted fifteen), but possible. It was fine for the first couple of miles... We (I should say "they", I wasn't actually there) were ambushed about ten blocks from home. Apparently by a bunch of the spirits that had been trying to get this group for days. God, they were tough...REAL tough. That's when we lost everyone. Three civilians were killed in the initial assault. When we fired back, most were gone...we were going to get out of this alive. Well, some of us. Second assault killed off one of the street samurai that had been taking care of the civilians, along with their shaman, and another couple civilians. And then the dead began to walk...I don't know. Ask the people that were there, but apparently Gris started making some walking corpses. The assault was over soon enough. Seeing the source of the corpses, the insects started attacking Gris en masse...boom. Dead in seconds. Charon was also hurt in the assault...but managed to kill a few more anyway. And from there, we didn't lose anymore. Styx got scratched, but that's about it. >From there, it was just a matter of calming down the civilians. We gave a couple weapons...and we went on. Styx left a little while ago. Don't know where she went. Hope she's OK. She said she'd meet back at the meeting point at 6:00 tonight... They're downstairs now. Let 'em on in.]<<<<< -- XoX <15:59:11/11-15-55> >>>>>[Quickling, team 2's back. No problems there.]<<<<< -- Harf <16:30:11/11-15-55> >>>>>[Fair enough, Harf. Report?]<<<<< -- Quickling <16:31:17/11-15-55> >>>>>[What is there to report? It was virtually without incident. Hospital was a little ticked off, but they don't mind too much. And you were wrong, it was in the containment zone. Barely. Only casualty was a cockroach on the way. Not a big one, a little one. Shot with high velocity lead on the way, by Babylon himself. Pressure. Griffyn looks a little agitated, I suppose, but...]<<<<< -- Harf <16:33:42/11-15-55> >>>>>[Good. Bring my brother up, then...]<<<<< -- Quickling <16:33:58/11-15-55> *****Private: Lou, Whisper, Ripley >>>>>[ Here is the plan, there is a meeting going on wensday night, so that when we go in. We will meet here at 6 and I will take you there from here. Here is the Jobs of each person... Ripley- you get to be the distractor, which means set off a few bombs in front of the building, just what ever you can to distract the guards. Whisper- Since I heard you are good at up close fighting, you will beat up the Orcs, if you can handle it, cause i don't want to kill the Orcs at all, just the 10 humans in charge, since Ripley will be making distractions with his bombs, there shouldn't be that many to beat up. Lou- I am expecting you to use your magic to stun the Orcs but not kill them, also you have to fight the mages, which I think there are 4 human mages. Me- I get to do all the firing, and glory...I will be killing the humans, along with Lou. I will also shoot the Orcs if needed, but not lethal hits, just in the leg or near there. If we do this right we can take out all the Humans in one shot, for they are in the same room. I will lead Lou, and Whisper through the building. Ripley if you can keep moving around the building with those bombs, and try not to hurt anyone, there are about 5 buildings total, so just go around there. After we get out, and if we can break the spell, I will jack up to the system and shut it down. With out worrying about security this time. Then I will tip the police off and get the hell outa there... theres the plan, I will expect you to be here tomorrow at 6]<<<<< -- Tarkis < Time does not exist > >>>>>[Alright, folks. We're in. Barely. I've been keeping my own transcript of this thing... +++++ Begin: Matrix Log (11-15-55) (The scene is the Matrix. It looks like an ordinary, unsculptured system. Pretty boring for a Matrix shot.) (Voice Over) This is Quickling, and here's the log, as of the 15th. (Time passes. And passes. The picture goes out for a time...) (According to the time readout, it's been about half an hour.) (A small screen appears in front of Quickling.) (From screen) Quickling, we're about to hook it up...now! (Quickling) Got it! YES! I'm going in... (The screen disappears as a door appears. Quickling dives into the door...) (...and appears in another part of the Matrix. This again does not look sculptured at all. There doesn't seem to be anything hooked up to it at all, though.) (Quickling) What the hell? I'm in, but there's nothing here... (The screen reopens.) (From screen) Sorry. We haven't hooked up the databases yet. This is tough stuff, you know...and it's not easy while being attacked by a bunch of bugs. Thank Wolf this place was mostly deserted... (Quickling) Well, hurry it up. Time's short... (Another gate opens.) (Quickling) Alright! Good, Karak. I'm in now... (Quickling enters the datastore. And begins to search.) (Fifteen seconds later, she has found the information.) (Quickling) Got it...check >ENCRYPTED<. (From screen) Understood. Where there? (Quickling) He's a...public relations specialist? What the hell? (From screen) We'll find him, then. Now, let's get out of this UB place, OK? (Quickling) Understood. Out. (The screen disappears. Quickling turns and exits the datastore, and then the entire connection, as it disappears around her.) (The picture shuts itself off.) (The picture comes back on. The time shows it to be about an hour later.) (The screen again appears) (From screen) Alright, we're in. If your cameras didn't catch it, we're already taking losses...Max is dead. (Quickling) I didn't catch it before. Dammit. I'm going in if I can...find Solonus, and get the hell out of there. (Karak) Understood. Out. (Quickling, inside a new matrix connection, turns to a camera connection, and starts to watch.) (Through the camera bugs can be seen. LOTS of them. With a gesture the camera view changes...and changes, and changes. Beyond your ability to comprehend, the camera view inside the UB chapterhouse, hooked up by the runners and unimpeded by much IC, scans the entire building.) (Quickling) Scanning...scanning..scanning... (The camera views keep changing...and suddenly stop.) (Quickling) Found him! He's in Room #107, in the basement. Along with a whole LOAD of civilians, guys...if you can manage to keep them alive, it would be a Good Thing. (Karak) Wait a second...how many do you see? (Quickling) At least forty. I don't know what they're doing here...there are HUNDREDS of bugs here, too. Come to think of it, you're NOT getting 'em out... (Quickling suddenly freezes. And turns from the camera view...to see a decker aiming a howitzer at her.) (Quickling) FRAG! I'm under attack guys... (Quickling ducks as the gun is fired. The shot goes just wide of her, and hits the "camera".) (Quickling) Who the hell are you? (Decker) You enemy, of course. What are you doing in our system? (The decker lines up the gun for another shot. In the mean time, Quickling loads up what looks to be a ball of fire in front of her.) (Decker) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? (Quickling) Saving my friend. If you're not going to help me, then get the HELL out of here. (As the decker fires another shot at Quickling, she fires off a ball of fire back at him. Both hit each other square in the chest.) (Decker) A friend? Right, mage. Like I believe you. (Quickling) What do you expect, Mr? Why else would I be in Chicago at all? Would you STOP firing at me, now? (The decker, seriously wounded but still able to fire, lines up another shot, and fires. And misses when a shield interposes itself.) (Decker) No, I will not. You're getting out of here, there's too much bad drek going on here for you. Trust me on that one. (Quickling) SHUT THE FRAG UP! I'm finding Solon... (Decker) (dropping his weapon entirely) Solonus? (Quickling) Yes. (Quickling fires a fireball at the decker. It hits him on his gun arm.) (Decker) The elf? (Quickling) Yes. The elf. What the frag do you want? (Decker) Then let me introduce myself, mage. My name is Dron; I met Solonus a month ago. He is with me here in this complex now. And we want out. (Quickling) You IDIOT! What do you fragging think I'm DOING! I'm getting Solonus out of here... (Dron) Then forgive me for past misdeeds. (The decker suddenly disappears.) (Quickling) Just got attacked...by one of the people we're getting out...drek! (Karak) Then it's safe to proceed? (Quickling) Go for it. (Quickling returns to the injured camera view, and proceeds to watch the actions. Over the next few minutes, an ork somehow enters the room, contacts Solonus, and leaves. And, within minutes, Solonus also leaves...and finds the ork.) (Karak) Quickling, here he is. I'm putting him on... (The screen changes a little.) (Solonus) Quickling! You're getting me out! (Quickling) Solonus! Oh god, oh god, you're alive! Frag, I've been attempting to contact you for a month now... (Solonus) I know it. Now, understand this. I came in with two guys...Jack and Dron. You've already met Dron, I see...he's a decker of some race I haven't figured out yet. Jack, though...he's a mage. And a damned good one. We're getting him out. We're getting them both out. (Quickling) If we can, we will. (Solonus) Good. Can we get out any civilians? They're going to die SOON, we'd better save 'em now if ever... (Quickling) We can't. Yet. This is one of the main fragging bases, Solonus...how'd you SURVIVE in this mess? (Solonus) I'll explain later. Let's move out. I assume you have a plan to get out of Chicago. (Quickling) Yes. Of course. (Solonus) Good. Then let's get the hell out of here. (Quickling) Over and out, then. Talk to ya later, Sol. (The screen fuzzes, and Karak reappears) (Karak) We're going back out now. Let's move. (Quickling) Go ahead. (The screen fuzzes and dies. Quickling watches the camera for another minute, and watches them leave.) (Ten minutes later, the team is out, including the two friends of Solonus. Amazingly, there were no fights..) (Quickling) I'm out of here...time to do my damage. (Quickling, her attack program still in effect, proceeds to start blowing away the entire computer system. She releases combat viruses, massive attack programs, worms, the works.) (Two minutes later, she exits the system.) (Quickling) Mission complete. Now, if Solonus gets back here alive, I'll be fragging happy. Mission log ends. +++++ Mission Log: End Now, it's just a matter of waiting...they're on their way.]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:02:47/11-15-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[DREK! We're under REALLY major attack here. And I mean MAJOR. We're five minutes out of the base, and we just got attacked...we need help, people, major help, and...$#&*(*@!()@ +++++ LINK TERMINATED ]<<<<< -- Karak <21:11:11/11-15-55> *****Private: Karak >>>>[Karak! KARAK!!]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:11:32/11-15-55> *****Private: Hack >>>>>[Hack, they're under attack. NOW. And BAD. We need help, and we need help fast. Can you get anything to the correct address (>ENCRYPTED<) in the next few minutes?]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:11:35/11-15-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[No.]<<<<< -- Hack *****Private: Hack >>>>>[Hack, you fragging son of a slitch, fragger, GET THEM THE HELL OUT OF HERE, OR I WILL PERSONALLY RIP OFF YOUR FRAGGING SKULL!]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:11:39/11-15-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[Running on full cybernetic, I see...well, I'm sorry, I cannot help. I can do nothing. There are no sensors active at that site...I can do nothing. At all. And neither can you, except pray for their lives.]<<<<< -- Hack *****Private: Hack >>>>>[YOU FRAGGING DREK-EATER! GET SOLONUS OUT OF THERE!*&^#$&^*@(#&]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:11:45/11-15-55> *****Private: Quickling >>>>>[I can do nothing. Proceed in this matter and I will be forced to cut your connection entirely.]<<<<< -- Hack *****Private: Hack >>>>>[*#@^$&*(^*#& !*(^&#*@(OJHDJKFHKLDFHJ(*&$#*( +++++ LINK TERMINATED ]<<<<< -- Quickling <21:11:47/11-15-55> *****NOT TO: Non UCAS-Military >>>>>[Sir, the bugs are retreating!]<<<<< -- Private Benjamin Strops <21:14:24/11-15-55> *****Private: General Sherman >>>>>[ November 15, 2055 Damion Knight Ares Macrotechnology General Sherman, While you may not know me personally, I am mailing you now to tell you that we have taken care of the insect problem in Chicago. Plans of dropping military pesticides on the city need not be followed through upon now. Do not ask for details. I will not give them. Suffice it to say that the Insect Queens are destroyed. The quarantine may now be discontinued. With regards, Damion Knight (signature) ]<<<<< -- Damion Knight <21:15:00/11-15-55> President and CEO, Knight-Errant Security Zurich-Orbital ***** Private: Tarkis, Ripley, Lou >>>>>[Message received. KOs and non lethal poisons for orks.]<<<<< --Whisper <5:05:25/13-12-55> >>>>>[Frau Jasmine, I have almost completing the analysis of the sample we found on the island. It is very strange, definitely not an insecticide. First, it is very heavy, uhm, dense, you say. This is because it has much iron in it. The iron is bound in a semi-organic molecule similar to heme in structure (heme is what carries oxygen in the hemoglobin protein in blood). This gives the powder the red color. Also, there is an jod, uhm, iodine component to the molecule. It is very complex. Also i found another residue which indicates a propellent of some kind, probably a chlorflorocarbon, but it was almost completely degraded. I think it just oxidized in the air. I think this thing must have been an aerosol propelled powder or colloidal suspension. It is too heavy to be a gas. That is meaning it was sprayed directly onto the target. The last thing i found so far is very complex. Some organic compound. It might be like a small protein, but i need to analyse it more to be sure. I will work on it some more and get back to you.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <15:14:28 GMT/16.Nov.55> *****PRIVATE: Jasmine >>>>>[Frau Jasmine! I am stupid. I said the iron part is like heme. Well this would let it be very well taken into blood cells. It is VERY good that we all had masks on, but I think that is not enough. I know Tiny touched some of it, and you crawled through the vent. It is possible that skin touch is enough to bring into the body this chemical. Both you and Tiny should come to me for a blood test. Especially if you feel bad. I hope it will be maybe oxidized and inert now, but better to checking.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <15:21:44 GMT/16.Nov.55> ***** Private: Kor >>>>>[I gotta be out of the office today, so I'm just leaving this where you can find it. Sorry about having to put you up in Spark's office, but he never uses it and it was all I could find on short notice. It all depends on who asks for your passes, and under what circumstances. If the SFPD stops you alone, they might get kind of annoying. They've got teeth, but won't use them without confirmed orders from above, in triplicate. They'll usually back down with an implied threat, if it comes to that. They won't stop a group that looks even marginally threatening. The Marines area totally different story. They'll stop you if you look at them wrong. If you don't have the proper documentation, you'll be before a Japanese magistrate before you can find a Japanese translator, and you'll be standing on the pier in Oakland by the time you do. Null sweat, we'll just send somebody over to pick you up before the squatters pick you over too badly. If yer in one of our trucks, the SFPD will avoid you like VITAS. We've been showing them up lately. By the time they've responded to one of our calls to pick up somebody, we've got the trussed up on the curb next to the garbage. Hell, we've even started responding to their calls. We're a licensed security outfit and under CFS law we're obligated to respond to ANY emergency call under threat of losing our license. Sometimes that's a pain in the hoop, but its fun to rub in the real cops faces. Especially when we pull off something big. The I-Marines are a little different. They may or may not pester you if your in one of the 'Rovers, depending on their mood. Sometimes they can be upredicatable. But waitaminnit, I doubt they'll screw with you if you've got your hounds along. The fraggin' Nips have always been scared of dogs, dunno why... One question, how in the hell did you end up at Joey's? No wonder you saw a lot of our people, that's one of the worst parts of the East bay. And how did you get on the East side anyway? But anyway, that's where we get the most business, mostly personal protection and the odd commercial site. Up North we've got some really elaborate residential contracts. Now that you're downtown the only FryppSec people yer likely to see will be at the offices. There's not many of us, but you could say we stick out. Lessee, people are going to be down in a few days to check out the site up north, so I guess we'll have to find you something to do in the meantime.... We've got a client over in Berkley who says he's having trouble with a bunch of Japs who've been trying to terrorize him. A bunch of kids who think that their daddies' postitions can protect them off corporate property. Maybe they could downtown, but not on the East side. Do you think you could maybe run the hounds past them a couple of times, just for something to do until I can find something substantial? Maybe you might want to drive around town to familiarize yourself with the streets, they're usually pretty screwy to someone who's never driven them before. The autopilot can help you some. You may use whatever force is necessary to protect yourself, your hounds, the client and the client's property. And as much of it as possible would be appreciated. You can check out one of the 'Rovers from Kabuki Man. If you want we can start outfitting one of them with cages for the hounds. Whenever you get back somebody can get you through supply and get you uniforms and a regulation sidearm then send you up to the range for some practice, the T-Bolt takes a little getting used to. Glad to have you aboard. BTW, do you know Dark Angel? I need some help finding a stripper for his bachelor party. As a full employee of FryppSec you are hereby qualified to join us on our nightly roamings to various establishments catering to the sundry needs of the flesh of San Fran, Oakland and all points beyond in search of the perfect female.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:35:12 / 11-16-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[ +++++Include Trideo Download+++++ Hello again from the Boston Metroplex. My name is Charlie Fingers, and I will be your tour guide through the recent problems in Boston. Earlier at around midnight, local time, the entire Boston Metroplex began experiencing intermittant power failures. Shiawase Power is reported to be working on the problem, but the failures continue, with increasing regularity and downtime. The Police and emergency services are still virtually stymied in the clearing out of gridlock from the collapse of all traffic systems in the city. Local hospitals are rapidly filling to capacity and the Police have warned all citizens to remain indoors for thier safety. A curfew was imposed last night at 8 PM EST due to widespread unopposed looting. Furthermore, as you can see behind me... +++++The camera angle changes slightly, angling off over the city to a dark, almost blood red glow in the direction of Boston Harbor. ...there was a further collapse of transit systems tonight. At 2:13 AM, EST, the automated docking system maintained by Mitsuhama Computer Technologies collapsed, causing several minor collisions and 4 injuries. Until 2:21 AM, when a supertanker carrying over 100 million liters of partially refined oil collided with a cargo vessel carrying wheat and tore a gash in the side of the tanker one quarter its total length. Unfortunately, what was immediately a terrible environmental disaster was worsened by the subsequent fuel explosion on the cargo vessel, which ignited the oil from the tanker. The glow you see is the fire, currently covering almost half of Boston Harbor in burning oil. The gash in the tanker's side was so large that it emptied over 20 million liters of oil into the Harbor, but through the tremendous daring of the crew, was able to maneuver out of the fire before a possible explosion released the rest of the oil and possibly sending burning oil over the entire waterfront. The crew of the cargo vessel were not so lucky. When thier fuel exploded, they were caught in the conflagration and a subsequent grain explosion and fire totally destroyed the vessel, sending it to the bottom of the harbor. The local traffic problems have not affected the harbor fireboats, and they are working on the problem as well as they can. However, the most effective attempts at stopping the spread of burning oil, projected to burn for at least another 3 days, has been local mages and shamans, working together to clean up and put out the fire. However, due to the tremendous size of the fire and limited number of magicians available or willing to work, as well as the highly toxic nature of the smoke that has buried the city under a cloud that even now, at 8:48 AM EST, the sun cannot penetrate, the independant magicians and even the fire department is only able to do so much. It is very likely that this fire will burn itself out and take with it much of the Harbor. This has been Charlie Fingers, coming to you from the scene of yet another terrible metroplex tragedy, Boston. +++++End Trideo Download+++++ ]<<<<< -- Trideo Pirate <08:51:55/11-16-55> *****PRIVATE: Maxim Arms--HQ >>>>>[Sir, we are under assult from Demon frames. Finance, Personnel, and all centralized security have collapsed. Computation and Communication are under attack. The frames have killed 900f our decker support and our IC is totally unable to even notice that they are there. We have attempted*&() res(starts and(*(*&(*) power^(&&downs of &##)|| the affected++_\==-9653 systems, to 5590*&^&09^o avail. Computation has just coll*&&$^ psed, and we are *&^89796(*)(76&^98765&*****......]<<<<< *****LINK DISCONNECTED AT SOURCE***** -- MSI--Boston <11:01:34/11-16-55> *****PRIVATE: MSI-Boston >>>>>[Retry!]<<<<< -- MA-HQ <11:02:22/11-16-55> *****PRIVATE: MSI-Boston >>>>>[Retry. Resend. Reboot.... Timeout period, 2 minutes Frag! +++++Activating Viral scan..................Last messages scanned. No Viral +++++content, no viral code, no viral constructs +++++ ]<<<<< -- MA-HQ <11:06:22/11-16-55> ***** Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[I need to talk to you about some biz. You know how to reach me.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[A demon ... that sounds like the thing Dante was working on! Can't we ever get rid of that fragger?!]<<<<< -- Irish <10:58:35/16-11-55> >>>>>[I do not believe that I will be requiring the information on the demon viral frames as I had previously requested. It now appears that these constructs may be the cause of the difficulties here in my lovely, albiet somewhat hazy and blackened home. There have been rumors of MCT and Shiawase crashing, and that they both were pointing fingers at Maxim Arms, as if they were responsible for the damage. I have personally verified that Mitsuhama's entire system in Boston, including all aspects and nodes, has crashed. Shiawase's system, starting with the power distribution system, has been falling one layer at a time, with the local headquarters already down and the regional systems 95....make that 100% collapsed. However, I have also verified that Maxim Security Incorporated, Maxim's only presence in Boston, has ceased to transmit or recieve. Certian of my associates were near the system when it catastrophically dropped off the SAN and almost took a few of them with it. Therefor, Maxim Arms apparently has very little to do with the current difficulties here in Boston. But if my logic is correct, the rest of the corporations represented here, from small to large to multi-national mega, will one by one fall to whatever it is that is causing this. I have some ideas, but I hesistate to mention them, lest I spark paranoid overreaction. What, if I may ask, does everyone else think? And what, if anything, should we do about it?]<<<<< -- Mercury <13:21:22/11-16-55> >>>>>[Does anyone want to take a look at this thing up close and personal? I have a few suggestions.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[I have approached and attempted to analyze these demons that crowd the Boston Matrix. While I have been able to analyze the individuals somewhat, I suspect direction by another, outside Matrixrunner or by a separate far more complex and capable program which I have not yet seen nor encountered. However, if it requires much processing power, then there remains only two possible sources of sufficient power for a complex program capable of controlling the demons and devils. Renraku, from whom I have heard nothing, and Fuchi, who may also be having difficulties. I have been unable, as of yet, to connect to thier system and personally verify the veracity of these rumored difficulties. I will, however, listen to any suggestions you might have.]<<<<< -- Mercury <13:52:04/11-16-55> >>>>>[ Dark Angel, if you want to check this thing out, I'm game.. let me know. ]<<<<< -- Neuron Basher < 18:52:16/11-16-55 > *****PRIVATE: Irish >>>>>[The following is the last of what you will be receiving from my contacts and myself. Velli considers her debt to you to be paid. If you do not agree, please take it up with her or deal. +++++ Include Family History and Dossier, Jose Hernandez Some of the information above is duplicated with what we provided you before. The only truly important bit of new information is that, regardless of Mr. Hernandez's current corporate affilation, someone is apparently attempting to coerce him into leaving Aztechnology. We do not know who, but it is definately a corporation of somekind. We also do not know what information they are using in this attempt, only that it is being made and that Mr. Hernandez might actually be considering it.]<<<<< -- Ms. V <14:30:08/11-16-55> >>>>>[Well, the first step would be to turn on my computer...oh d$#*(@jkdfan f9032m*#234k2-0)3lknda340_2-3190` +++++ System Crash]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton >>>>>[The whole Chicago situation has gotten much worse. As I'm sure everyone knows, much of the city is under military quarantine. But I just had a rumor downloaded to me that a nuclear device of unknown magnitude was used in Chicago. Apparently some siesmologists in Cal Free recorded the shocks, and seeme to believe that it was a nuclear detonation. And some of those alien watching freaks outside of Chicago reportedly saw a very bright flash of light coming from inside the containment zone. Everything seems to indicate a device, likely thermonuclear, of a very small magnitude, probably even less than a kiloton. But again, I caution all of you, that these are just the most reliable (as far as that goes) datafaxes and screamsheets that I have pulled down from around the globe this morning. We'll have to see what happens. Of course, in the meantime, the military denies everything...]<<<<< --the Whistler<12:44:39/11-16-55> ***** PUBLIC: ALL >>>>>[Duh. What is it going to take to show you people that despite good we have done to "save this day" the chain reaction has already started? Are you all that stupid? Wake up and smell the shit out there...the world is littered with it. People and things that would just as well see you drown in a pool of your own blood as to extend a hand to help you out of it. Pain. Its all about pain. The elves know but they arent telling anyone. The guys in Tibet knew a long time ago but you dont even see them "sharing the wealth". I can just imagine them all saying "Let them all die, we will survive". Maybe its true...maybe not. Who knows or even cares? ]<<<<< -- Kor <21:00:28 / 11-16-55> ***** PRIVATE: the Whistler >>>>>[ Morning, have some tunes...these should cheer you up. +++++ Include: Its the end of the World as we know it (and I feel fine) +++++ Include: Veteran of a Thousand Psychic Wars +++++ Include: Good Bye Blue Skies Yes, I heard the frightened ones Yes, I heard the falling bombs There is no shelter, no brave new world, and no clear blue sky. You asked if I was "OK". Well, I think I am more OK than the rest of you. Pain is the key. If you cannot feel it, they cannot control you.]<<<<< -- Kor <21:21:20 / 11-16-55> >>>>>SteelFeather >In regards to to offer I would consider an honnor to work with you. >My name is Strikes-Like-Lighting, a wolf shaman an ex-Wildcat Comando. >Reach me @ >*Encripted*< >*****Private SteelFeather >*Encript: Resume: End Encript*< Strikes-Like-Lighting (15:43:32. 11-16-55) *****Private To: Colice Brightstar >>>>>[Colice, Ah just got a message from random...it's Nex, something is wrong. I need to get down to th' studio ASAP. I donna know wha' ta do. 'e tol' me no' ta say an'thin' ta an'one. Jus' meet me at th' studio.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<16:50:50/11-16-55> >>>>>[OS^2, our meet will have ta be delay'd fer a little while as I jus' ha' somethin' come up.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)<16:52:45/11-16-55> ***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Thanks for the mail. If these Marine fellows are going to be a problem I am going to need the right papers and ID to go along with this uniform. I am as likely to unload on them as I am anyone else who gives me flack and I am sure you dont want our reputation taking a dive into the shitter. Castor and Pollux are here with me now. They do not take kindly to cages or being close into things so I tend to let them have the run of the place when I have the liberty to do such a thing. If you have a rover that is big enough for the 3 or 4 of us to sit and drive around comfortably that will be more than enough. Unless you told the people in the office who I was you might want to tighten up your internal security a bit. I was able to randomly wander around until I found someone who seemed to be running communications. I waited for a gap and asked for your security frequencies (so I can reset my communications gear) and lo and behold...they were given to me. As and ye shall recieve, Seek and ye shall find, cast ram and the door shall be op'd unto you. There doesnt seem to be a Rover here for me so I will take this first night out on foot. We could use the excercise anyway. Am I here to discourage these little fraggers or do you need something more immediate / permenent? I have heard of this Dark Angel person a couple of times but have not met him yes. I assume that he is out here with you guys. My sleeping pattern is completely fucked right now. Give me a call over the Sec Com-lines or come looking for me out in the Berkley area (I am picking up that patrol tonight...Ill do it on foot until you find me a rover)...A drink sounds mighty nice right now.]<<<<< -- Kor <21:39:43 / 11-16-55> >>>>>[Like Boston Harbor needs oil to catch on fire....]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (15:01:22/11-16-55) >>>>>[I have some friends working down at Technos who might be able to help. They've been working on some experimental stuff that is way over my head (if you couldn't tell, I'm running off a turtle). I'll get back to you soon.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (15:16:49/11-16-55) *****PRIVATE: Steelfeather >>>>>[If you are interested in forming a group, I would be interested in seeing what kind of team we could muster. Get back to me.]<<<<< -- Spellslinger (15:18:33/11-16-55) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[Chris, I don't fraggin' know what's goin' on. I think things are getting a little slowere and more manageable. Right now, I don't think I need you for anything. I'll get back if I need anything. Thanks.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (14:24:22 / 11-16-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM uplink #5150) >>>>>[Hey, there are many more things in this world more precious than money. And fresh fruit is right near the top of the list. Thanks. And, hey, once I considered disguising a team as fruit, ask Jasmine about it, helluva funny story. Now that I think about it, maybe I should give a couple cases to Aardvark, for old times' sake....]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (14:20:12 / 11-16-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[Tiny did touch some of it. I remember that. I feel fine, but I just got a message from Tiny saying he was going to spend a few days out of commision. Some kind of flu. Could the fact that he's an ork have anything to do with this?]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 15:00:00\11-16-55> >>>>>[Tiny, if you've been paying attentions to these latest posts, I think it is imperative that we get you in to see Basilisk. This may not be just a common cold or flu. That "spray" sounds like it was directed at the ork population. Damn, we should have been more careful.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 15:05:00/11-16-55 > ***** Private: Aardvark, Tiny, Backlash, Basilisk, Dancing Dragon >>>>>[Folks, we've got a situation here. Basillisk has made a few discoveries in regards to the sample. If it is something that is sprayed directly on the target, that means that there was a "human" factor involved. These orks weren't just gassed, they were targeted by a person or group of people who actually infiltrated the bunker and sprayed the area. I'm going to need some help getting info on any of the policlub groups who might have had a reason to do such a thing.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 15:05:47/11-16-55 > >>>>>[Attention all, I am officially taking this moment to quarantine the Fort Casey bunkers on Whidbey Island in the North Puget Sound area. The entire area has been "contaminated" with some sort of a toxin. I do not have any specifics on the toxin, but we have reason to believe that it is focused toward meta-humans. Once again, we do not have confirmation on this. I am looking for any information on policlubs in the local area and abroad that might have had a grudge against the ork population that had been living in the bunker complex. Anyone with information that may be of help can contact me personally. I think this is important information for everyone, so I ask that unless necessary, we not encrypt messages. We have reason to believe that people have died. One of the members of my team is down. I repeat, a member of my team is down. We cannot tolerate this kind of an attack on anyone. Do not go into the bunkers on Whidbey until further notice. Thank you.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 15:15:00/11-16-55 > ***** PRIVATE: Jasmine >>>>>[ I feel weak. Odd. Yesterday I felt fine, but today I'm zapped. I don't think I can make it to Basilisk's on my own anymore. Could you get someone to come down here and pick me up? I'll be waiting at >>encrypted<< ]<<<<< -- Tiny < 23:28:16/11-16-55 > >>>>>[YES!!]<<<<< -- Solonus <19:51:00/11-16-55> >>>>>[Guys, we're out. We made it out of Chicago. Spirits be praised, we made it out.]<<<<< -- Karak <19:52:02/11-16-55> >>>>>[To those that care, we're alive. Sortof. And now in sunny Peoria, Illinois. Minus about half our crew. Solonus is, obviously, alive, and well. Johnson...Johnson is hurt, but alive, and sitting back in the hospital again. I'm fine, obviously. Itchy and Scratchy came out of it alive. Griffyn is out, and, remarkably, in perfect shape now. Charon left us, by fragging JUMPING, as soon as we got away from the choppers...Skaven's fine. Then again, half the teams we were with are gone now. RedWing's dead, as is everyone in his crew except Harper. His wife. God, I feel sorry for her. The Babylonians had one survivor. Harf. And he's hurt, in the hospital, and has a chance of living totalling about 25%. Styx is still lost in Chicago. We didn't find her before we left. Larh is the sole survivor of the Redroms. And the last remaining rigger we had with us... Rodan's team. Oh God, Rodan's team is in bad shape. Rodan's alive, and being cared for by Solonus himself...Stumpy lost an arm. And the civilians they were with...all but two dead. Two. Itchy and Scratchy are still lost. Last I saw them, they were flying west. With magic. I haven't heard from them. Gris, Skaven's friend is dead, too. We lost half the people here to the fragging UCAS Army. They shot down two of our Banshees, out of three, leaving the one that I was on. Some sur- vived the crashes, probably. Some just got away with magic. I know that Johnson did. In the mean time, we're out, guys, and we're going to take a rest. If you want it, I have some minor sort of log set up from the choppers...and I also have some disturbing rumors. Quickling out.]<<<<< -- Quickling <19:53:11/11-16-55> ***** Private: Nightstalker, Circuit Breaker >>>>>[ NightStalker, Circuit Breaker, we've got a problem. Dante's little surprise "Lucifer" is doinf WAY too much damage. Its not really our fault per say, but it is now our responsiblity. I have been working on a few tricks for when we meet it, and we will. The question is how many people are we going to involve in this? CB, I would like you to contact I.B.A. if you can and ask his help. I am going to ask Dark Angel. Nightstalker if you would, please get in touch with Highlander. I am also going to send out a general message, but not as descriptive. Atleast, not until we meet with the people, I am going to be setting up a virtual bar and see who shows up to help. I doubt that it will be as bad as Core Wars, but I do think that Dante used something similar to the Gnu coding in his construct. Its time to break out the heavy equipment chummers. Get back to me as soon as possible. And yes CB - I did tweak my deck a little more since the Dante run. I hope to finish my BIG project after Christmas. >From info that I have gathered, I'm on the right track and the data steals we did this summer really did help a lot.]<<<<< -- Spirit ***** Private: Dark Angel >>>>>[ Hi Chris, this is Spirit. CB, NightStalker and I are going to need your help in fixing the situation in Boston. If you remember the run we did on Dante, you should get a good Idea about whats going on. Basically, it is his "Lucifer" Construct that is doing all the damage in Boston, though I don't know why it has focused itself there. This is the info that I was able to get during the combat +++Include Specs+++. As you can see its rather lacking in info and is rather jumbled, it was the best I could do with a partially slagged deck while sufferin from lots of bio-feedback, that Inferno that Dante through against me was not pretty. It wasn't even part of his deck, it was part of the system like IC so you can gather how bad it felt. We will be meeting ***Encrypt Date:Time:Location***. Please show up virtually if you can.]<<<<< -- Spirit ***** Private: I.B.A. >>>>>[ Hi sugar, Ah'h just writin ta tell ya ta show up virtually at ***Encrypt Date:Time:location***. We need some help in takin care of the that "Lucifer"construct that Dante devised and unleashed when we killed him. And if ya come and help out, Ah'll make it up ta ya by lettin ya take me out.]<<<<< -- Circuit Breaker >>>>>[ Greeting my friends, sorry I disappeared after that Pittsburgh thing, I had a prior commitment to keep... That experience was chilling, even for one who has fought the bugs before. The fate of Chicago is distressing, I considered taking a trip there myself, but too much else to do, besides there's a certain Elven lady that would kill me. Incidently, Highlander, I owe it to Vanessa's memory to follow up on that strange occurance that led to her degenerate mental state, have you had time to look into that favour I asked of you? ]<<<<< -- Fenris <20:03:19/11-16-55> *****Private: Duncan >>>>>[ I have completed physical and astral recon of the site, construction has almost been completed and the computers are on line. I have been unable to determine anything more about our friends motives, at this point I recommend financing a phony datasteal, the real target being our friend Gillian' files, both physical and virtual ]<<<<< -- Fenris <20:06:52/11-16-55> *****Private: Fenris >>>>>[ That is acceptable, this should cover the payroll. ]<<<<< +++++Transfer 100K NY -- Duncan <20:11:21/11-16-55> *****Not to: Nightstalker, I.B.A., Highlander >>>>>[ I have a job for a hot shot decker that doesn't mind working with uninformed ameteurs, the payroll is 50K, the job is to make a specific, on site datasteal, no traces, while your assistants steal everything else that isn't nailed down. For those that may wonder about the talent that this message is not going to, it is important that this run is not traced back to me. Therefore I have excluded those who I generally work with, due to the fact that they may insist. ]<<<<< -- Fenris <20:16:52/11-16-55> *****PRIVATE: Avatar >>>>>[Sir, something happened. However, due to the nature of the occurance, I am placing a second level on this to make it more private. +++++NOT-TO: UCAS Military Decryption Specialists Listening In Ares Macrotech today detonated a low-yield, sub-tactical nuke in Chicago, precisely at the site of the main hive and where we had noticed the earlier preparations to ward the entire area and shield the bugs. There was no radiation beyond the flash and no fallout. The reason for this is unknown, but we recommend beginning research immediately into the effects of EMPs on astral beings and constructions. We will keep you informed as much as we can over these non-secure lines. +++++NOT-TO Encryption dropped, UCAS Specialists Able To Listen In Again Several Banshees attempted to escape from the quarantine zone. Two of the three did not survive, although several individuals from within them did so. The Army is trying to blame us, but they have no chance. We were told to cover area 14 and not to leave it for any reason, and the Banshees passed through area 12. We felt that this was important enough to inform you of in case the Army desires to hold it against us. We have duplicates of all the orders that we can produce if they do attempt to hold it against us as a breach of contract. That is all, sir.]<<<<< -- MAT-Chicago <00:33:17/11-17-55> *****PRIVATE: MAT-Chicago >>>>>[You did right in reporting it. We have recieved confirmation of your report and are dealing with the problems.]<<<<< -- Avatar <00:34:25/11-17-55> *****PRIVATE: Maxim Armament Research--Internal Communications >>>>>[Rachel, we just got news that an astral ward stopped the EMP and emitted radiation from a low-yield nuke, about 1 kiloton. This means that physical radiations may actually affect Astral constructions and beings, and vice versa. Begin research IMMEDIATELY. Talk to me when you have a plan of operations drawn up. You have three days for a preliminary report.]<<<<< -- Velli <00:37:43/11-17-55> *****Private: Tarkis >>>>>[Me and my Phaeton will be ready.]<<<<< -- Ripley <13:45:24/11-16-55> >>>>>[Buzz? Ladie, where have you been?! Never mind for now..... Did I read right: Chicago just got NUKED?! God....Buzz (and Norman, if this still applies to your Eagle friends), I think we can get a few folks together and get your folks out....if they're still where they live, it shouldn't be any problem at all, considering some of the air support we've seen on this list. Norm, this applies to you, as well--have your Eagle friends been brought out yet? We need a plan!]<<<<< --Highlander (22:43:45/11-16-55) >>>>>[Colin! All right, I've given you more than enough time....what have you been doing? What's this about a run to Pittsburg I heard about? And what's going on in Chicago?! The London news sources are all confused, I can't get a clear picture! Talk to me!]<<<<< --Heather (22:45:33/11-16-55) >>>>>[Well, as far as Pittsburg went.....God, I'm just getting my hearing back. You never heard so many grenades go off in an enclosed space. I went in as support, to back up anyone who needed it, and espcecially to make sure Cerise came out in one piece. I had my weapon of choice for nasty expeditions....an assault rifle with lots of ammo and a big clip for the grenade launcher. And lassie, let me tell you, I was VERY grateful for taht launcher....it was the only thing kept me alive, God knows the bullets didn't do much, and I'm not the type to mix it up hand-to-hand with six-foot insects! The beasties kept coming and coming, though....and then we finally found CrashKit, the lad we had gone in to rescue....I've never seen anything more repulsive. Not even that free Spider Spirit the Widowmaker had with her was that bad....human parts on a spiders body....I still haven't stopped having nightmares. But we got out of there without too many losses, thankfully..... As for Chicago, well, the bugs are going crazy, running about, killing.... and now somebody--Knight Errant? Dropped a "device" on the problem. I just hope the beasties don't mutate.....(shudder)]<<<<< --Highlander (22:53:35/11-16-55) >>>>>[That's one thing I didn't understand from the Pittsburg run: why was he a spider? I got the impression that Spider and the other insects didn't get along, from my own personal experiences. Brandon? Are you still with us lad? Care to shed any light?]<<<<< --Highlander (22:55:56/11-16-55) >>>>>[If you've noticed, Highlander, many of the natural enemies of the insect world work together.....this was just a case of spider being put into the mix. Normally we....the UB doesn't mix with spider, in fact we....THEY generally avoid Spider. For some reason, though, an exception was made. I don't know....I don't really know anything, it seems.....]<<<<< --Brandon Lowe (22:56:44/11-16-55) >>>>>[Mercury! Transformer wantz to play too! :)]<<<<< --Transformer >>>>>[Uh, i just getting back from a long session of lab work, and i find several boxes of fruit in front of my door. Real fruit, some i don't know what it is. Does anyone know where it is from? Aardvark, is it from you? It's good i come home now, or i think it will be stolen or rotten later.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <09:36:07 GMT/17.Nov.55> >>>>>[Well, Basilisk, the fruit is not mine. Stange you mention it, I got the same "problem" when I came home. I don't know who I have to thank, but thanks anyway. Well, we might need it, because I found something about the tree. The one from the drawing, I mean. I should have known it when I saw it, but well, that's me. A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I learnt something about a tree. Don't ask me why, it was a stupid school anyway. The tree is called the Heaven Tree. An even longer time ago, but in the same galaxy actually, some European settlers (I think they where Dutch, but they could have been anything) went through a storm and were rescued by the natives. They carried two trees with them, and planted one of them in the Port Townsend area to thank the natives for their help. Still with me? The survivers could be near the tree. They could also have fled to Europe. Any intellignet thoughts?]<<<<< -- Aardvark (16:23:13/11-17-5) >>>>>[Sorry, about that Bas, you must have been off somewhere when I called. I needed an address out of the CFS to mail some fruit. Yours was the only one I had. Somebody'll be up in a day or two to pick it up. If you see 'Vark could you give him a couple cases? And keep a couple for yourself. Oh yeah, do you think that gunk yer playin' with could contaminate the fruit? Thanks.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:44:12 / 11-17-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Chris Tarleton >>>>>[What's on your mind?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:50:11 / 11-17-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Kor >>>>>[Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know things are a little loose around the office. Everybody figures if yer in there, you've got a reason. But, the opchan incident's gonna get somebody hauled out on the carpet. Anyway, will a Long-Base LandRover work for you and the hounds? I'll have Kabuki Man arrange for a permanent assignment of one for you. And do whatever you feel is prudent with these kids. Think of it as part of the "interview process".]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (10:59:12 / 11-17-55) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[I don't know. I just need to do something. I'm bored as all hell, and I am really not doing all that well emotionally. I need a damn break, something that doesn't involve the Matrix for once.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton ***** Private to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Freddy, he's really in a bad way, and I'm worried about him...]<<<<< -- Patricia O'Connor <11:38:05/19-Nov-55> >>>>>[Spirit, CB, Styx is currently looking through Chi-town for Cat. You think I'd leave a friend hanging? Sorry, I'm a little tense lately. Its either the bugs or that demonic frame everyone is talking about.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[Herr Aardvark, i am very interesting in your idea. Do you know where the tree is? We should maybe be checking it. Also, i found where the fruit is from. It is from Herr Frypp. He says you can have some if you want. It is very good.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <19:09:55 GMT/17.Nov.55> ***** Private: Ms. V >>>>>[This should be sufficent for my purposes.]<<<<< -- Irish <12:33:30/17-11-55> >>>>>[If your looking for a proabable canadite for the mad gasser, try Alamos 20K, Hand of Five, or pretty much any of those dreking humanis goons.]<<<<< -- Lou <12:41:40/17-11-55> >>>>>[Highlander, we accept your offer of assistance. When I say we; I mean my brother, sister, myself and the rest of The Motley Crew. We also expect to have The Transformer along to heal any injured people, as well.]<<<<< --Buzz >>>>>[Brother, I've got the passes to enter the Chicago Hazard Zone.]<<<<< --Gunny<15:00:04 EST\17:11:55> >>>>>[We WILL need Magical Back-up even with myself, Bloodtooth, and The Transformer. I donna think we can take on the large number of Insects that still exist, ALONE.]<<<<< --Firefox<15:05:17 EST\11:17:55> >>>>>[Wolf will fight to the death, so we can try to beat them. Who knows we might be able to come out unscathed.]<<<<< --Bloodtooth <15:07:30 EST\11:17:55> >>>>>[I have yet to back down from a fight. Very few get away from me.]<<<<< --Dragon <15:09:50 EST\11:17:55> >>>>>[As you can see, the only one who is not ready is my sister. But, she is the mother of the group]<<<<< --Buzz >>>>>[Ha, Ha, I'd forgotten about the "disguise the team as grapefruit" to look inconspicuous idea. Thanks, that really made my day.]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 13:27:00/11-17-55 > >>>>>[Fellows, I believe that the fruit is from a certain Freddy Frypp. It's a long story. Aardvark, remeber when we helped Jacamus a few months back and briefly discussed disguising the teamas grapefruit because I had problems with illusion and masking spells. (I'm better now.)]<<<<< -- Jasmine < 13:34:00/11-17-55 > >>>>>[Tiny, I've got my car revved up and am heading to your location now. I should be there ETA 10 minutes. I've got a bottle of Pepto in the car and a couple of old Stuffer Shack bags in case you feel the need to get sick. We'll get you to Basilisk's pretty quick.]<<<<< -- Shields < 13:40:32/11-17-55 > >>>>>[Highlander: I was just in Chicago. I was there during the incident that we believe was a nuke happened. I do not know for sure if it was a nuke. I suspect it, but I don't KNOW. I do know that we were saved when, during a fight with a drekload of bugs, they started running off...and instants later, I got a REALLY major astral shock. And I can't even project. I suspect that most of the queens died. And that those we were fighting with were returning to "protect" their queen...though they could never get to her. I do know that there was no massive EMP (good thing too...I still have plenty of stuff to decode off my Portable), and that the radiation seems to have not escaped if there WAS a nuke. But I don't know for sure. Oh, and don't try Chicago again. The bugs have stopped coming in as often, but they're nastier with what's left, and the UCAS has more choppers ready to take down anyone trying to leave...]<<<<< -- Solonus <17:18:19/11-17-55 (BIRTHDAY)> ***** Private: Spirit >>>>>[I have been informed that you are a fixer of some ability. I wish to purchase a Barret sniper rifle with all the extras. I am willing to pay extra for an extreamly rushed job. Contact me at ***Encrypted*** when the rifle is ready.]<<<<< -- Irish <17:40:55/17-11-55> *****Private: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Freddy let's talk.... First any decent Merc can shop for himself, but I appreciate the offer. If you want to help cover the exspenses, I'll send you some of the recipts. Second, I want more info on the job. If I can't live with work... I'll walk. I don't how much you deal with Mercs. I just have to live with a code. From now on include my daughter, Jonesy, in the encyption, please. She'll send you our inventory.]<<<<< -- Tunnel-Rat (20:48:32 \ 11-17-55) >>>>>[ Hey folks, this is a general posting to the Shadowland BBS's. There are a few of us who have some small idea of whats happening in Boston. If you are interested in helping out meet at this virtual bar >>>Encrypt:Time:Location<<< This is a heroic type of thing, so don't expect payment, but it will give you a chance to make a few friends, and get to know some people who are good to know. So if you want to help. Come one down. Drinks are on me.]<<<<< -- Spirit >>>>>[My timing, as usual, is lousy. Spirit, I'd love to help, but Styx went into Chi. on my behalf to look for CD. *sigh* Now Quickling says she's gone missing and they left (not that I blame them...I'd have bugged *weak smile* out too). I have to find her. Or find out about her. Please keep me updated though. I'd appreciate it greatly.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[Your not thinking of going to Chi. are you?]<<<<< -Gossymer <01:06:22/11-18-55> >>>>>[Thanks, Solumus....Lads, his news gives us a bit of a problem. Any ideas? Hmm, anyone got a cloaking device? ;>]<<<<< --Highlander (22:05:46/11-17-55) >>>>>[Heroic? A small band of brave Matrix-runners taking on a huge, unstoppable construct, bent on Matrix-wide domination/destruction? Odds of a million to one? Count me in, lassie! Provided I'm not off to Chicago....?]<<<<< --Highlander (22:08:22/11-17-55) >>>>>[ Harlequin, I suggest the Demon frame, Yes I want Cat out of Chi-town as much as you do. But lets face it - were still deckers at heart, no matter how well we've been taught about really world fighting. Cat can take care of herself (I hope) and if the haven't got her yet - they will have a much harder time of it now that all the queens went. Besides, I doubt that anyone will be able to get past the UCAS lines now that that Quickling out them on alert. So if you can meet us virtually >>>encrypt:Time:Location<<< and we'll atleast fix one problem and stop a lot more innocents from being fragged.]<<<<< -- Spirit *****PRIVATE TO: Fenris >>>>>[Laddie, I did get some info on poor Vanessa....We should get together. However, I need to find out about a couple other projects. But trust me, this isn't over.]<<<<< --Highlander (22:12:12/11-17-55) >>>>>[You're wierd, Colin.....]<<<<< --Highlander (22:14:53/11-17-55) ***** PRIVATE: the Whistler >>>>>[Some "concerned citizen" has seen fit to lock me out of my liquid assets. I assume that this person is also working in conjunction with the wildcat in trying to bring me "back into the fold". Needless to say, I am NOT interested at this time. They had their chance when I left school. Dude -- Maybe I do need to talk. Maybe not. I dont know. I've lost everything. There is nearly nothing left of me. Who care, who really cares? I have to get back to work...took a new job recently to keep my mind off of things. Oh, by the way, if you ever decide that you need to do a heavy amount of drinking to get your mind in line...create a spell lock with detox on it first. There is nothing worse than a mage going down because he was drunk. My father dropped +++++ Link Terminated ]<<<<< -- Kor <06:17:55 / 11-18-55> ***** Private to: Spirit >>>>>[ Sorry to have taken so long to get back to your Spirit. Things have been pretty hectic around here lately. First I'm trying to keep an eye on Lucifer. He's a royal pain in the ass. I've been testing some programs on his demons. The programs are getting more effective, but it's hard going. Then all hell breaks loose in Chicago. Suddenly Raven runs off with Princess and Regent, only saying that they have something important to do. I've gotten a few messages from her, but she's still missing! That leaves me alone with Tommy. Not usually a problem. He's a good kid who can keep himself entertained. But two nights ago he starts moaning about bad vibes in the astral plane. What the hell am I supposed to say! I don't know drek about the astral plane. I really wish Raven would come back. Sorry to dump on you, Spirit. Needless to say, I'm in on knocking Lucifer down. Let's get together and compare notes. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <22:55:02/11-17-55> >>>>>[Hiya Spirit of the Matrix! Tranzformer wantz to play too. Seeya there. PS And don't tell me I'm underage! :(] -- Tranzformer >>>>>[Spirit, i would like to be helping with this Matrix problem. Unfortunately, i am now in a very important job, and i don't know if i will have time. I will coming to the meeting at least, and if i can be finish this job before you go, i will join. I also have some progeams from Europa that might help, but they will needing modified.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <09:57:33 GMT/18.Nov.55> >>>>>[Spirit, i would like to be helping with this Matrix problem. Unfortunately, i am now in a very important job, and i don't know if i will have time. I will coming to the meeting at least, and if i can be finish this job before you go, i will join. I also have some programs from Europa that maybe can help, but they will needing modified. I will bring them to the meeting.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <09:57:33 GMT/18.Nov.55> >>>>>[Tiny is very sick. This residue can definitely be absorbed through the skin. I think the iodine helps that. Shields, thanks for bringing Tiny in so fast. I'm giving him anti-viral drugs just in case, because this large organic portion is definitely some kind of protein, maybe like a virus or prion (a protein that can reproduce itself, like a mini-virus). I have many blood sample (he didn't like that much), and will check it now and tell all what i finding.]<<<<< -- Basilisk <10:12:38 GMT/18.Nov.55> >>>>>[Spirit, I have to tell you that a couple of hot shot Boston deckers have tried on their own to take down the Demon. All we have let off them is big enought to fit in a small coffee jar. Please, if you and your friends can do something which can make a difference, my hospital needs your help. We are running on an emergency back generator. 1/2 of the hospital has no power at all, the rest are on bare minimums. The news reports about large numbers of injuries aren't hype, every ward is packed, we've even been using the doctors and staff quaters as additional wards. Everything's a mess and people, people who we could normally save, are dying and I, we, can't do a god damn thing about it. My hospital is the Tyme Memorial. We need your help. Please, I beg you, save my paients.]<<<<< - Doctor Desparate (12:10:34/10-18-55) >>>>>[ Basilisk, in a few minutes I'll go to the library to figure out the exact position of the tree. I'll let you know if I find anything. Meanwhile, have a grape!]<<<<< -- Aardvark (14:41:13/11-18-55) >>>>>[ I remember, Jasmine. Those were the days...]<<<<< -- Aardvark (14:43:13/11-18-55) >>>>>[ Spirit, I'll be there. I don't know if I can help all the way, cauze I'm in the middle of some work, but I'll show up anyway. BTW, I'm quite fond of virtual drinks, but I'll try to keep it down. See ya later.]<<<<< -- Aardvark (14:51:13/11-18-55) >>>>>[ Don't worry, Colin, there's more of us... ]<<<<< -- Aardvark (14:54:13/11-18-55) >>>>>[I shall attend as well, Spirit. I reside in Boston, and while my power consumption has been curtailed by this Lucifer construct, my reserve generator is compensating. You mentioned that this was a single Matrix being. I wonder where it has located its primary coding. Until then.]<<<<< -- Mercury <10:00:58/11-18-55> >>>>>[Spirit, I would help, BUT I have to get my family out of Chicago. Maybe I'll show up at the meet to pass the time away while we're in transit.]<<<<< --Buzz(The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Has anyone heard from THE Nexus, Foxey Roxey, Diana, AJ, et al?]<<<<< --Shadow(10:15:11 EST/11:18:55) *****Private: Spirit >>>>>[I shall come.]<<<<< -- The Phantom