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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1748298" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Driving In the Mountains</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Michelle, Johan</span></strong></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">OOC: Actually, those rolls already included Michelle's assistance with the hacking attempt <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></span></em></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It takes some time, especially in the fast moving van, but Johan manages to pull together a hastily built neural datalink using parts from the van's computer system as well as the tracking device he had installed for the mission. Finally after nearly an hour of pulling things apart and fastening things to himself, he ends up with a mess of wires strung from the computer consoles in the van to his wire strung armored gloves, connected to a pair of sunglasses of Cosmo's left on the dashboard and a pair of metal discs he has taped to his temples to provide the neural link. Though he looks confident it will work, to the rest of you it looks rather comical.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"That uh... well then, yes I can see how... yes and that goes... you look goofy, you know that, right?" says Tara after a brief inspection.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"He looks like he could compete in robot wars," Rebound says, glancing back in the mirror.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Despite their joking, however, with the final connection made you gain a new level of computer mastery. In the van you sit perfectly rigid. In your mind, you are zipping through a virtual representation of the communications system that you have been trying to breach.</span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Michelle</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Johan is completely and totally rigid for a long time, long enough for you to trail your way rapidly out of the mountains and into the flats leading towards Brasilia. As you are about thirty kilometers out, the majetic city climbs into the sky before. It's coming up on late afternoon and the sun is behind you now but the sky infront of you suddenly lights up as a fireball shoots into it!</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Whoa, what's that!" Rebound exclaims.</span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">In the Virtual World</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Johan</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">In your mind, the system looks like a dungeon from a nameless game. Paths lead various directions and traps and monsters roam about. Through your cunning, you manage to avoid the worst of them and hack your way free of some of the less dangerous traps and monsters using a sword you conjure in your mind. But one of the monsters, a huge, two headed ogre with pair of massive tree-truck clubs spots you and gives chase. You flee, this way and that, staying ahead of him, though his thundering footsteps fill your head. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The floor gives way to a chute, sending you sliding downward and into a small stone corridor. At the end of the corridor is a room and in the room are three glass panels. Each panel has the face of a person on it and beneath each pane is a data entry terminal. You notice that all three faces are in motion. They blink, they talk, they turn to each other, they look down... normal motions of people doing some sort of task in an office you suppose. Perhaps a communication office! You realize that this is what you were trying to hack into!</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You hear a scraping sound and a bellow from above and behind you as the mammoth ogre starts to worm down the chute after you. Glancing around you see no exits and realize that with your mind trapped here, you may be in real danger from the ogre. You have perhaps twenty seconds at most to find your way out of here or plan a defense against the ogre!</span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Cue scary dungeon music, LOTR style!</span></em></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Brasilia Medical</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Vince</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Despite your best efforts, getting away from the clutching arms of the nurse is proving anything but simple.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Yeah, and you sound really sorry about it too," growls Cosmo as he suddenly changes back to normal. Just outside of your exam room, you see the orb of a camera filming and a young female reporter coming your way, Straightjacket in tow. "At least <em>I'm</em> photowoah..." he says, looking up behind you.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You glance up behind yourself as well to the vidscreen in the wall. A live broadcast is there, showing the smoldering wreck of a vehicle, surrounded by SAP vehicles and a lone police cruiser. SAP is loading the wreck into a transport under the police supervision. But the broadcast, though muted, shows a view from a number of traffic cameras of a ferarri parked in mid air, a man carrying a woman flying away from the car. Moments later, the car explodes, showering the area below in flaming wreckage.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">While the image isn't too distinct, the silver reflection from the man carrying the woman is extremely recognizeable.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Sound, sound! Get the sound!" Cosmo says, leaping past Vince to hit the sound button on the screen.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"With the attack on their research facility and the death of Pavo Santala, SAP is apparently under seige here in Brasilia as well. First, this vehicle, registered to SAP, explodes on the outskirts of the city, and now a portion of their corporate headquarters has been sealed off in dramatic fashion by a force field that even SAP personel seem unable to breech," the reporter says as images of SAP headquarters appears on the screen, one of the upper floors completely surrounded by an energy field.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Several first hand accounts say that a man in what appeared to be a hospital gown, and carrying a woman, was seen flying towards SA...."</span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">--- TRANSMISSION ERROR ---</span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">--- PLEASE STAND BY ---</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The station cuts outs, replaced by only those words. Cosmo flips channels as the nurse lets you go; ever other station appears affected as well.</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Where's your damn communicator! We need to get a hold of Mich--- Metal Mistress," Cosmo growls.</span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Master Wen's Academy, China</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Raisa exits the bathhouse in her robe, followed soon after by Li whom had been inside somewhere the entire time. X12 and Michael stumble out of the dojo while Trailblazer walks out of the main house rubbing his head and heading around the side. Master Wen is sitting calmly under the tree in front now, sipping on tea as if nothing has happened. Neither Carl nor Xi emerge from anywhere.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You all have a fairly good idea where the 'explosion' came from and end up converging on the side of the house. Empath is there, standing nest to the massive prone form of Kodiak with a frown on her face. Kodiak is in giant bear form, lying flat on his stomach, and while Empath seems composed, you can see she certainly didn't come out unscathed, and has both a bloodied nose and blood trickling from her ears. Empath is nudging -- ok, kicking -- Kodiak, trying to get him to roll over or off or something.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Hey, that looks like fun," Trailblazer says, still rubbing his head. "Can we all play kick-bear or is it a private game?"</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Empath scowls at Trailblazer, then bends down and pulls up one massive lip flap of the unconscious bear to reveal a Dara sized foot. "How about we play 'move-the-bear' before Dara suffocates. Where is..." she says, looking around until she sees Raisa. "Oh, there you are, Raisa. Could you lift him and set him over there," she says, gesturing generally towards the hilltop leading to the garden.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Yeah, and watch the lips. Lard-butt drools when he sleeps. And he's <em>bound </em>to be gassy," Trailblazer says. "Dangerous from both ends that boy."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1748298, member: 13737"] [b][font=Times New Roman]Driving In the Mountains Michelle, Johan[/font][/b] [i][font=Times New Roman]OOC: Actually, those rolls already included Michelle's assistance with the hacking attempt :)[/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman]It takes some time, especially in the fast moving van, but Johan manages to pull together a hastily built neural datalink using parts from the van's computer system as well as the tracking device he had installed for the mission. Finally after nearly an hour of pulling things apart and fastening things to himself, he ends up with a mess of wires strung from the computer consoles in the van to his wire strung armored gloves, connected to a pair of sunglasses of Cosmo's left on the dashboard and a pair of metal discs he has taped to his temples to provide the neural link. Though he looks confident it will work, to the rest of you it looks rather comical.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"That uh... well then, yes I can see how... yes and that goes... you look goofy, you know that, right?" says Tara after a brief inspection.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"He looks like he could compete in robot wars," Rebound says, glancing back in the mirror.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Despite their joking, however, with the final connection made you gain a new level of computer mastery. In the van you sit perfectly rigid. In your mind, you are zipping through a virtual representation of the communications system that you have been trying to breach.[/font] [b][font=Times New Roman]Michelle[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]Johan is completely and totally rigid for a long time, long enough for you to trail your way rapidly out of the mountains and into the flats leading towards Brasilia. As you are about thirty kilometers out, the majetic city climbs into the sky before. It's coming up on late afternoon and the sun is behind you now but the sky infront of you suddenly lights up as a fireball shoots into it![/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Whoa, what's that!" Rebound exclaims.[/font] [b][font=Times New Roman]In the Virtual World[/font][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman]Johan[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]In your mind, the system looks like a dungeon from a nameless game. Paths lead various directions and traps and monsters roam about. Through your cunning, you manage to avoid the worst of them and hack your way free of some of the less dangerous traps and monsters using a sword you conjure in your mind. But one of the monsters, a huge, two headed ogre with pair of massive tree-truck clubs spots you and gives chase. You flee, this way and that, staying ahead of him, though his thundering footsteps fill your head. [/font] [font=Times New Roman]The floor gives way to a chute, sending you sliding downward and into a small stone corridor. At the end of the corridor is a room and in the room are three glass panels. Each panel has the face of a person on it and beneath each pane is a data entry terminal. You notice that all three faces are in motion. They blink, they talk, they turn to each other, they look down... normal motions of people doing some sort of task in an office you suppose. Perhaps a communication office! You realize that this is what you were trying to hack into![/font] [font=Times New Roman]You hear a scraping sound and a bellow from above and behind you as the mammoth ogre starts to worm down the chute after you. Glancing around you see no exits and realize that with your mind trapped here, you may be in real danger from the ogre. You have perhaps twenty seconds at most to find your way out of here or plan a defense against the ogre![/font] [i][font=Times New Roman]Cue scary dungeon music, LOTR style![/font][/i] [b][font=Times New Roman]Brasilia Medical Vince[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]Despite your best efforts, getting away from the clutching arms of the nurse is proving anything but simple.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Yeah, and you sound really sorry about it too," growls Cosmo as he suddenly changes back to normal. Just outside of your exam room, you see the orb of a camera filming and a young female reporter coming your way, Straightjacket in tow. "At least [i]I'm[/i] photowoah..." he says, looking up behind you.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]You glance up behind yourself as well to the vidscreen in the wall. A live broadcast is there, showing the smoldering wreck of a vehicle, surrounded by SAP vehicles and a lone police cruiser. SAP is loading the wreck into a transport under the police supervision. But the broadcast, though muted, shows a view from a number of traffic cameras of a ferarri parked in mid air, a man carrying a woman flying away from the car. Moments later, the car explodes, showering the area below in flaming wreckage.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]While the image isn't too distinct, the silver reflection from the man carrying the woman is extremely recognizeable.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Sound, sound! Get the sound!" Cosmo says, leaping past Vince to hit the sound button on the screen.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"With the attack on their research facility and the death of Pavo Santala, SAP is apparently under seige here in Brasilia as well. First, this vehicle, registered to SAP, explodes on the outskirts of the city, and now a portion of their corporate headquarters has been sealed off in dramatic fashion by a force field that even SAP personel seem unable to breech," the reporter says as images of SAP headquarters appears on the screen, one of the upper floors completely surrounded by an energy field.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Several first hand accounts say that a man in what appeared to be a hospital gown, and carrying a woman, was seen flying towards SA...."[/font] [center][font=Times New Roman]--- TRANSMISSION ERROR ---[/font][/center] [center][font=Times New Roman]--- PLEASE STAND BY ---[/font][/center] [left][font=Times New Roman]The station cuts outs, replaced by only those words. Cosmo flips channels as the nurse lets you go; ever other station appears affected as well.[/font][/left] [left][font=Times New Roman]"Where's your damn communicator! We need to get a hold of Mich--- Metal Mistress," Cosmo growls.[/font][/left] [b][font=Times New Roman]Master Wen's Academy, China[/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman]Raisa exits the bathhouse in her robe, followed soon after by Li whom had been inside somewhere the entire time. X12 and Michael stumble out of the dojo while Trailblazer walks out of the main house rubbing his head and heading around the side. Master Wen is sitting calmly under the tree in front now, sipping on tea as if nothing has happened. Neither Carl nor Xi emerge from anywhere.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]You all have a fairly good idea where the 'explosion' came from and end up converging on the side of the house. Empath is there, standing nest to the massive prone form of Kodiak with a frown on her face. Kodiak is in giant bear form, lying flat on his stomach, and while Empath seems composed, you can see she certainly didn't come out unscathed, and has both a bloodied nose and blood trickling from her ears. Empath is nudging -- ok, kicking -- Kodiak, trying to get him to roll over or off or something.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Hey, that looks like fun," Trailblazer says, still rubbing his head. "Can we all play kick-bear or is it a private game?"[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Empath scowls at Trailblazer, then bends down and pulls up one massive lip flap of the unconscious bear to reveal a Dara sized foot. "How about we play 'move-the-bear' before Dara suffocates. Where is..." she says, looking around until she sees Raisa. "Oh, there you are, Raisa. Could you lift him and set him over there," she says, gesturing generally towards the hilltop leading to the garden.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Yeah, and watch the lips. Lard-butt drools when he sleeps. And he's [i]bound [/i]to be gassy," Trailblazer says. "Dangerous from both ends that boy."[/font] [/QUOTE]
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