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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 12, 2004 12:15:11 GMT -5
I kept moving, following Tweaker, when I heard Kamui. I turned around, both meshes unholsterd and ready. and behind Kamui, I saw, just fr a moment, something that looked kind of like a program, but he/it dissappeared before I could see him. "Tweaker, this place is just freaky. can we move a little faster?"
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 12, 2004 19:07:29 GMT -5
Tweaker, Kamui, Harpo989, and IPeX flew downwards through the stuttering, half-rendered confusion of Tween-space. It was possible to view the backend of Tron-Space in an orderly fashion, but it required special optical subroutines and training, neither of which this group had time for. So on they flew, tunneling through background system processes, passing through processor threads, dodging forgotten backend routines. "Normally I wouldn't even consider doing this 'cause of all the data corruption we're leaving behind, but this system is going to reformat itself in a few minutes anyway," Tweaker shouted over the din of system noise. "Try not to hit anything glowey! Some of these functions are carrying voltage!" At that moment a giant glowing rod, clipped irregularly in half due to the strange way backend processes rendered, loomed overhead, directly in their flight path. Tweaker shouted and shoved Kamui, who was closest to him, upwards as hard as he could. Kamui flew upwards and curved around the deadly rod, and Tweaker was shoved below by the recoil. He regained altitude and met up with Kamui on the other side. Harpo, who had managed to dodge the Rod on his own, appeared after a moment. IPeX wasn't fast enough. Screeching "IIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" he curved upwards and just barely skipped against the edge of the Power Rod. Power instantly engulfed and flooded through him, and his circuits flared and clicked to black. Losing his movement control in the gravityless environment of Tween-space, he tumbled upwards and disappeared through a wall.
"Squee!" Tweaker said as he flipped out his tricorder and obtained a positional lock. "Let's grab him before he bumps into something else!"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 13, 2004 7:29:52 GMT -5
IPeX was dizzy and disoreanted. He wasn't sure if he were up or down. He looked around his enviroment quickly before another rod came down in front of him.
<AIII! KAMUI-CHAN, TWEAKER, HARPO! WHERE ARE YOU?! WAI!> IPeX yelps as another rod came down behind him.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 13, 2004 20:21:49 GMT -5
I turned to Tweaker. "I think I could modify my armor to deflect those energy rods. is he close enough to grab?"
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 15, 2004 20:16:59 GMT -5
"No. He's about 15m away and drifting away at about a meter per second. And an energy field just popped up on the other side of this wall. Do you still have that Ninja Rope subroutine I gave you back on MCP256?" Tweaker asked, rummaging through his toolbox.
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 15, 2004 21:02:01 GMT -5
"Yeah." I handed Tweaker the rope. "What are you going to do with it?"
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 16, 2004 2:11:22 GMT -5
Tweaker affixed the tricorder to the top of the Ninja Rope gun. Tapping a few buttons on the tricorder, he converted the positional lock into a directional lock and changed the readout into a targeting bullseye. Aiming the Ninja Rope carefully and mentally accounting for lead, he fired the rope through the wall. The cable snaked out and attached itself to the drifting IPeX on the first try. Pushing himself backwards slightly to prevent himself from being pulled into the energy field, Tweak jerked the rope toward himself. A moment later, IPeX flew through the wall and into his arms. Tweak detached the Rope subroutine and handed the gun back to Harpo. IPeX had been knocked unconsious by the final jolt of the energy field; Tweak handed him to Kamui. "This is yours, I believe. Let's go! The reformat starts in seven minutes, and we're barely halfway to the Ethernet port!"
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 16, 2004 15:11:52 GMT -5
I placed the rope into my built in archive unit. "Great... at least we're close." I followed Tweaker a little bit farther, energy streams and the like constantly attacking us as we moved. fortunately, we made it to a large glowing energy beam heading off into infinity. we could see some compressed data spheres being shot through the beam at really high speeds- programs being sent through the ethernet port. I spoke to Tweaker: "So... how exactly do we get into that port? or perhaps you have another plan?"
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 17, 2004 12:16:34 GMT -5
Tweak glanced back and forth. "TCP/IP...TCP/IP... where did they put that protocol... ah! Here it is."
He walked over to a large box sticking out of the floor. A square activation panel glowed on one side; he pressed his palm against it. A dozen controls lit up on the side of the box, a modified datastream hummed to life off to one side, and a boomy voice spoke. "Welcome to the Ethernet Transmission Control Protocol/Internet Protocol suite. Please input destination."
Tweaker sighed. "Techwood OK with everyone?"
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 17, 2004 13:27:05 GMT -5
I was relieved. This job was way more trouble then it's worth. I need to remember not to get in trouble with a server again. "Techwood's fine with me. but are they going to be a bit suspicious when we transfer out of here?"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 18, 2004 7:19:33 GMT -5
"I'm alright with it as long as the innocents are evacuated." says Kamui.EXE
~kamui.EXE
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 22, 2004 15:46:33 GMT -5
Tweak smiled. "Suspicious? They'll be mad. Nothing they can do about it though-- we're all under a megabyte in size. By the time the OS shows us transferring, we'll already be out.
"As for innocent programs, I'm pretty sure everyone got out. Except... except for the programs who can't leave. The Operating System can't get out, and ol' TCP/IP here will have to stay. They'll get restored, though."
Tweak tapped Techwood's IP address into the panel. The datastream off to the side hummed, then glowed blue. At that moment, the lights in the room turned red, and every panel and status readout changed to:
[REFORMATTING]
Tweak's circuits turned a little paler. "Let's get out of here!"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Aug 23, 2004 7:12:07 GMT -5
Kamui.EXE walked in to the datastream and reappeared on the roof. She fell to her knees. the damage she accumulated in Yami had taken their toll.
~kamui.EXE
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Post by Harpo989 on Aug 23, 2004 12:25:01 GMT -5
I moved over to the data stream, and looked back once more befor I left. the whole server had been one big misadventure. I may have been the only one gaining something from this... I turned around and entered the data stream. the short blackness accoured, and I felt myself break apart. I felt myself moving at high speeds, then reformed and exited the data port on Techwood's roof. I saw Kamui kneeling down, so I walked over and pulled out a small recharge protocal. as I applied it, I said, "Here. it may help some... you should feel recharged enough to get to your room."
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Post by Tweaker on Aug 27, 2004 1:08:33 GMT -5
Tweak activated a command of his operating code and began to detach the armor and admin permissions granted him by Daisy Corp. The name should have been a tip-off. What self-respecting company names itself after a flower? I'll bet DAISY is actually some obscene acronym. The high-grade armor popped off, and the admin permissions condensed themselves into a glimmering torus that slipped off his arm and rolled on the floor. The PEdit tool he held in his hand for a moment, a veritable sceptre of power, then hurled across the room. It poked itself a hole in the far wall and continued, no doubt to gouge holes through other important objects until it met the Reformat Wall.
Tweak took a last look around. This server had been entrusted to his care. Granted, some rather essential details about its function had been denied him, but it was nonetheless his responsibility to take care of. And he'd run it into the ground. Deliberately. Maliciously. He sighed. He knew he was doing the right thing, but this violated his programming severly. He could already feel a nasty glitch developing. This'll be one heek of a report for James.
Tweak ran a self-scan for any objects originating from this server. Finding none, he made a shrugging gesture as if to throw off and purge himself of evil. At that moment, the wall a hundred yards away transitioned to red, and the hungry Reformat Wall began eating its way towards the critical datastream. Time to be rid of this place. The Tweaker took a step backwards and vanished into the datastream.
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Mickey groaned in despair as Daisy Server, the repository of two years of careful collection, finished reformatting itself. It was totally unheard of for a machine to just up and kill itself like that-- he'd heard of OS crashes before, but a full system reformat? That was malicious activity. Mickey swore on his phreaking box right then and there that he would track down the punk who'd done this to him. Such an insult, after all, couldn't go unpunished. The screen flashed DISK C: FORMAT COMPLETE, and Mickey popped in a CD with an unerasure suite on it, to sort through the ashes (with a fork if need be) for the identity of the Punk. "Vengeance is m1ne, sayeth the l337 M@573r," he mumbled under his breath.
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Tweak soared through a network bridge as Harpo and Kamui had done, leaping from the Ethernet line into a T1 line. The TCP/IP protocol disassembled him into packets and bounced him from server to server, finally reassembling him at the other end and dumping him through Techwood's portal in front of Kamui and Harpo. The connection to Daisy glowed blue behind him for a few seconds, then abruptly clicked off. He dropped to his knees and exhaled a long breath. It was done.
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