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Current There is no such thing as overkill. There is simply 'Opening Fire' and 'Reloading'
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One more semi-evolved ape on this pilot-less organic spaceship.

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Val wrinkled her nose as Sadaet lit up a cigarette; since she was a kid she’d never understood some folks fascination with poisoning their organics with cigarettes. Alcohol could at least get you drunk, loosen you up a bit; all tobacco did was fuck up your body and make you stink. In that vein, she did do as Sadaet said and shut down her olfactory receptors…which improved her mood greatly.

”Don’t mind if I do.” She replied, as he offered her a chair. Sitting carefully, she’d broken more than one chair by sitting too heavily, she was a fair bit heavier than she looked, she looked over the pieced together rig until she saw a data port. ”Let’s see what sort of fun we have here.” She added, interlacing her fingers and ‘cracking’ her knuckles, rather unnecessarily.

Reach up to the base of her skull, she pulled a data jack out, the retractable cable disappearing into her hair. Plugging the cable into the rig she began typing at a furious pace, the screen before her flickering madly as she opened and closed dialogue boxes, implementing a whole series of tasks before ever going near the encrypted data.

First, even though it was an isolated system, she created a virtual hard drive for the data to isolate it from the rest of the machine. She then downloaded a couple types of military-grade firewalls from her own system and wrapped them around the virtual drive. Once those were up and running to her satisfaction, she shielded her own connection with a barrier of her own design.”Quarantine online…” She muttered before realizing, unlike normal, she had an audience. ”I know the rig is isolated, but even with only a cursory look, that encryption is pure Alliance…and they can hide some nasty shit in there.”

Another dialogue box popped up, showing another string of programs being loaded into Sadaet’s computer. ”First, a couple ‘sniffers’ I wrote. Sometimes the like to slip auto-execute attack barriers into the encryption to go on the offensive the moment you start running a decryption. The sniffer sort of passively probes the encryption to try and get a look at it; not the most detailed, but it should give me a rough idea of what I’m up against without prompting any active response.” As the sniffers ran, she made a bit of a face, this machine was so slow…well, not really, but compared to the processor in her head it was; they took a whole 50 seconds!

Riiight…. here we go,” She said, as streams of code began appearing in a new box of the screen. ”Definitely Alliance…a version of the CXD type encryption, older yet still very effective, but not as likely to hide ‘surprises’ fortunately.” More programs were loaded in, the first ones starting to actively ‘map’ the encryption architecture, while the follow up one set to work on actually breaking it down.

Reaching over, Val unplugged herself and sat back with a smile. ”Now all that’s left is for the program to run its course…assuming there aren’t any ‘surprises’ along the way.”
Are applications still being accepted? And if so, are Force users still allowed? (Don't want to overload a specific character type)
In closed 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lord Shaxx So, what are the chances Ephriam and Gali have met?
In closed 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In closed 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In closed 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Metronome Oh, you've got the son [Reserved], but not their protector on the list. I'll go for the Sidney protection detail then
In closed 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'd like to throw my hat in for the Keller detail; also, would a 4 year increase to the upper age be possible?




With the ship going into a comms blackout and dropping to minimal power while the Captain was off ship; Val had decided to do much the same. Sitting in an out of the way corner of the common area, she had little need for anything like an actual bunk, she’d powered down most non-essential external systems, and had gone into a ‘Hyper-heuristic mode’ to work on a few programs and do some trouble shooting. Immersed in the accelerated computer time she’d worked on some new offensive programs, and their counter agents…just in case.

The other thing that ate up even her accelerated time frame was trying to find a memory leak in the Revenant’s computers. So far it was minor, only causing interment lag in some of the ship’s tertiary systems but it’s mere existence offended her on a professional level; the likely cause was sloppy coding during the ship’s initial construction. That said, actually finding the offending code was proving to me trickier than she’d expected.

Her audio input brought her back to ‘real time’ with the sound of heavy banging on a nearby door. Opening her eyes, Val slowly stood and moved until she could see the source of the noise; Moon hammering on Grayson’s cabin door. The diminutive medic was harassing Grayson to emerge from his lair to eat something, and hopefully shower. ”You know,” She said idly, smiling at Moon. ”Guys like that are why I’m glad I can turn my nose off.

What passed for excitement seemed to be dying down, and she was about to retreat back into her own head, when she got an alert. Being tied into a data feed from the Revenant’s senors, she saw the shuttle as soon as the ship itself did. ”Captain’s back,” she called out to anyone in ear shot. ”Hope he’s got a line on some paying work.” She had an eye on some new software, but it only came in various flavours of ‘painfully expensive.’

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