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Feb 17, 2005 18:25:34 GMT -5
Post by Harpo989 on Feb 17, 2005 18:25:34 GMT -5
The large program seemed self-confident as he approached the large door. he'd already fought his way through all the security ICPs, and was finally at his prize. The program was about thorne's size, but more resembled a resource hog wearing super-sized white ICP armor over his blue curcuits than anything else. The program held up his right hand, on which he wore a glove streaked with white corruption lines, and slammed his fist into the door. The door imidiately glowed brightly and shattered, revealing a small control center. The yellow curcuited script monitoring the controls in the small, cylindrical room (you could barely fit a tank inside) looked up at the intruder wide-eyed. the script started to say something, but another fistblow from the intruding program sent the yellow script reeling into the wall, now streaked with corruption lines- some spilling into the wall. The intruder walked over to the control unit and retrieved a small data packet from it. then he turned and walked out of the room, passing through theother room he'd busted his way through and walked outside, only to be confronted by a thin, normal-sized purple program with a corruption mark on his right cheek. That program, of course, was me. "You must be... Rimtext." I said. Rimtext regarded me with suspicun. "Out of my way, script. I'm a buisy program." he boomed in his deep voice. "By order of RikerCorp international, I'm afraid you're coming with me." I stated. Rimtext laughed: "You think you can take me, script? I'm the best code breaker in the whole 'net!" "I know... Probably only because I stopped." Rimtext glared at me. "As fun as this has been, you're good as derezzed, you scuzzy data." Rim made a twisting motion in his wrist, and a small sharp rod rezzed into his palm. He brought his arm back, then snapped it foreward and the sharp rod shot out, followed by a dataline- a grappling hook. I was standing with my back to a ledge, and I whipped out my rods, using them to grab hold of the hook right as it reached me, then leaped backwards off the cliff. Dispite Rim's larger size, a program's weight in the digital world is defined by special algorithims, not always size. Rim tried to retract the dataline, and the sudden yank sent Rim flying off of the cliff along with me. I whistled, and my specially modified Finder flew underneath me, letting me stand upright on him. Then he stopped still in the air, letting Rim fall right past us. I whipped out my meshes and fired at Rim as My finder started zooming down the cliff face. Rim landed on the ground with a crunch, but didn't derezz. instead he shot his grappling line at the side of the face, then, right as I was passing the point where he hooked in the line, he retracted it and ripped part of the wall right out. streams of data and debris hit me and sent me reeling into the ground. I carefully opened my eyes as Rim aimed his grappling hook right at my interface. he fired, sending the hook careening at me, I being out of breath from the fall. But right as the hook got close, the beam of an LOL shot right through the moving hook, slicing it in half. There was only one sniper in the 'net I knew who could shoot like that...
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Wanted
Feb 18, 2005 6:27:50 GMT -5
Post by Prankster bit on Feb 18, 2005 6:27:50 GMT -5
heh heh
"had you scared there, didn't i?" Prankster shouted
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Feb 18, 2005 18:19:26 GMT -5
Post by Harpo989 on Feb 18, 2005 18:19:26 GMT -5
Rim growled as his dataline derezzed. Then he trned away from us and ran out the valley, using his fist to punch through a wall. I picked myself up and checked on RmDir, then looked up at pankster. "Well, hello, Prankster! I guess you wouldn't find helping a fellow program out, would you?"
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Feb 19, 2005 6:52:22 GMT -5
Post by Prankster bit on Feb 19, 2005 6:52:22 GMT -5
"no problem!"
*from his vantage point, prankster takes 2 shots at rim, hitting him in the back of his legs. the force of the shots topples him over backwards, rendering him temporarily immobile. Harpo then rushes over to him to ask some questions*
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Feb 21, 2005 0:00:42 GMT -5
Post by Harpo989 on Feb 21, 2005 0:00:42 GMT -5
I struggled onto my feet, quickly regaining my X/Y/Z orientation. I glanced at RmDir and saw he was floating above the ground, reorienting himself, like me. "You okay?" I called out. <I'll be fine. you?> "Fine!" I yelled over my shoulder as I jogged to Rim. "Now... as much as I to repeat myself, I'm here on behalf of RikerCorp International. I'm here to make sure you don't start stealing any more data. but first... who are you working for?" Rim growled as he struggled onto his knees- putting his eyes about at my neck. "You really think I'd tell you that?" He smirked at me. "What did you take?" I asked. Rim laughed and held up the packet. "You mean this? Network port configurations. The back-up copy." I reached for it, but he slipped it back into his armcode. "...And you can't have it." He finished. I reached to pull out one of my meshes and realized that I had dropped them when I fell. as I looked up, i saw him fingering a ball in his left hand. I started to shout: "Prank! He's-" Before I could finish, he slammed the orange ballinto the ground, sending out a repulsive shockwave. then he turned back and made a Y-amp jump to a higher wall in the other valley he'd smashed into. I stood back up and yelled at Prankster: "Meet me up top!" RmDir gave me another brief ride up to the top of the cliff, where I met Prankster. "That was a oEm weapon. We gotta get him before he's outta this system- any bright ideas?"
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Feb 21, 2005 13:06:13 GMT -5
Post by Prankster bit on Feb 21, 2005 13:06:13 GMT -5
"the only thing i can think of is to block all the exit routes. that way we know he'll be in here somewhere. I know a program that has access to the search engines, but we havn't spoken in a long time"
*prankster takes out a mini I/O node and places it on the ground. he then sets it to contact a program over in the german server. a female program opens the link and says hello in german, then realises it's Prankster and starts talking in english.*
"PB, where have you been, i was looking all over for you! one moment you were here, the next you disappeared! you've got some explaining to do!"
"Uhh, yeah. sorry about that. i'll spill the bits when i next get back to the berlin sector. listen Engel, i need you to do a favour for me and a friend. we need you to find a program for us. use Google, or something, and search for a program called Rim. can you do that?
"only if you promise to come back here soon"
"ok. I promise i will come back soon"
"right. i'll get strated on that, it's going to take about a microcycle though, the Google engine is over the Japan server at the moment, and it takes a while to get here. you'd better live up to your promise!
"don't worry, I will. thankyou so much, Engel. you've been a great help. bye"
*prankster closes down the miny I/O node then turns to harpo, throwing and catching the mini I/O node like a tennis ball*
"now we need to get the routes closed"
[OOC: my mental image of a search engine in the digital world is like a satellite that can find any program, anywhere. just so you know. i also figure that an I/O node is like a payphone, so a mini I/O node would be like a mobile phone.]
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Feb 22, 2005 18:26:17 GMT -5
Post by Harpo989 on Feb 22, 2005 18:26:17 GMT -5
(OOC: I always liked how Tweaker described google...)
"Okay then. Let's get moving." I ran over to the closest transport pad and punched in the exit port coordanites.
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Feb 23, 2005 14:58:25 GMT -5
Post by Prankster bit on Feb 23, 2005 14:58:25 GMT -5
I ran over to the closest transport pad and punched in the exit port coordanites. [by this, i assume you mean a data stream] *the group step through the data stream and end up in front of one of the exit ports. there is a short queue of programs waiting to use it, and a single program in a control room a few levels above the port, overlooking the activity* "ok, you go and 'persuade' that program to close the port, i'll stay here in case Rim appears, and if things get ugly up there, i can put an energy pellet between the controlloer's eyes" [OOC: how did tweak describe Google?
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Feb 24, 2005 14:40:18 GMT -5
Post by Harpo989 on Feb 24, 2005 14:40:18 GMT -5
(OOC: yes, I meant data stream, the name just escaped me. and check it out here.) "Right..." I walked over to an evevator and stepped onto it, then punched the 'activate' button. It rose up to an opening on the controller level, and I stepped in and found the controller speaking into the intercom: "Confirmed, program thunderbird. Port is active." then he turned and noticed my entry as the port sprang to life just outside the window. "What are you doing here? Who are you?" "Harpo989's the name." I explained, "I'm here to tell you that you need to deactivate right now. There's a search script on the computer and he can't be let escape." The program regarded me with suspicion. "Im sorry, ah, Harpo, but I can't go offline. as long as I keep receving commands, I-" I shoved my hand over the script's mouth, as I noticed a thin white line running along the wall outside, near the port. the console beeped, and the program punched in a few commands. Then I noticed RimText hiding amongst some of the programs. I whipped out one of my meshes and yelled, "Get down!" but right then the port actavted, and a small, sharp rod followed by a dataline shot through the window and snapped right through the controller's header. I yelled at Prankster: "Prankster! it's Rim!" I leaped through the window and made a rolling land right in front of the script, blocking his way to the port. "kill the driver! it's the only way we're keeping him here now!"
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Feb 24, 2005 15:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Prankster bit on Feb 24, 2005 15:47:32 GMT -5
*after discharging my LOL into the controller's forehead, I attatch 10 ball primitives along the white line. then run to help Harpo, BLUE BLAZE at the ready. then the balls detonate, one after another in a line, making the white line glow green then disappear. the port switches offline, but as it does, Rim does a forward flip over me and harpo, and dives for the port. he is half a nanocycle too late, and lands on the empty ring where the port used to be. thinking quickly, he gets out a backup grapple hook, shoots it at the wall surrounding the exit port, and vaults over. I quickly turn, take out my LOL and blast the dataline, but by the time it snaps, he is already over the wall. I head a painful thud on the other side of the wall*
"ohhhh bit! well, at least he's trapped in this system now. that's going to make it a bit easier."
[OOC: that is a neat way to describe google, but just to keep continuity running smoothly in this thread, i'll stick with my version]
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Apr 15, 2005 11:46:00 GMT -5
Post by Harpo989 on Apr 15, 2005 11:46:00 GMT -5
"Okay, do we have a second bright idea?"
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Apr 15, 2005 12:25:54 GMT -5
Post by Prankster bit on Apr 15, 2005 12:25:54 GMT -5
"Okay, do we have a second bright idea?" "well, he can't get out now, so i suggest that we wait for Engel to finish with google. shouldn't take too long."
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