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Post by halfhero on Dec 15, 2005 20:34:51 GMT -5
"come on ladies, ever heard of power of thought, maybe if you stop bringing me down, i can focus on winning and it will happen!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 15, 2005 20:50:44 GMT -5
"The power of thought isn't the same as self-delusion." Crash Fox smiles and shakes in her cute little way. "I'm sure if there's a way to win, you'll find it."
Going to find the Turfrunners?
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Post by halfhero on Dec 16, 2005 4:25:42 GMT -5
yeah zip off
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 16, 2005 4:38:12 GMT -5
Milky heads over to the Turfrunner's meeting place. There a number of the gang members are working on their vehicles, polishing weapons, racing, etc. Immediately, as you step onto the premises, a loud sound of galloping can be heard, accelerating to a rainfall-like sound. A screeching is heard, and a centaur is now in front of Milky and CF. "You must not be very savvy, bro."
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Post by halfhero on Dec 16, 2005 17:02:55 GMT -5
"Savvy like a fox! ooooh! No seriously, you guys have something I need, and since CH limits my ability to beat information out of people, I propose a race."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 16, 2005 17:59:12 GMT -5
You're trying to NOT be Milky, remember?
"Like a puss like you could beat info out of us. You wanna race with that lightbike, bro? Pick your poison: City, sea or space."
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Post by halfhero on Dec 18, 2005 20:26:58 GMT -5
milky is so bad at disguising his identity. oh well.
"Lets do space."
call archeus and tell him i need his help for this
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 18, 2005 20:51:01 GMT -5
Archeus responds, "What do you need?", in his authoritative manner. Meanwhile, the centaur smiles and calls out, in a booming voice, "Rebby, boss! Get over here!" In the distance, a fox-like woman, of the Viera race, looks up from her high-speed fencing and says, "Duz the little man wanna skim?"
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Post by halfhero on Dec 18, 2005 21:50:41 GMT -5
tell archeeus that i am doing a race in space, and i would not be opposed to him causing a bit of trouble for my opponents.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 18, 2005 22:05:47 GMT -5
"What kind of trouble? I can't surmise what I would conjure that would benefit you to the exclusion of them without being patently obvious." Crash Fox proposes generating a field of particles that is calibrated to boost your bike yet will be an annoyance to them.
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Post by halfhero on Dec 20, 2005 18:56:53 GMT -5
yeah tell him that idea
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 20, 2005 20:18:31 GMT -5
"Fair enough. I'll need a moment to get a read on the bike. It'll need to be on so I can get a read on the exhaust signature. If you get any other brilliant ideas, call me. Archeus out."
What'll Milky do now?
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Post by halfhero on Dec 21, 2005 0:38:43 GMT -5
milky will start setting up for the race, and he will sit there reving his engine.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 21, 2005 19:27:08 GMT -5
Milky won the race by default thanks to the Viera, Speeditz, missing the lightrail entrance. Now Milky was talking to the Luciferion clan leader, the yellow imp, about the Klaban. The Luciferion clan leader would offer his assistance in finding the time demon, using his demon connections, if Milky would infiltrate the Klaban and bring back the stolen information from the Time Codex. Now Milky was needing to find a way into the Klaban's secret coven.
Crash Fox says, "The Klaban have street runners of dubious power; we can work our way up the ladder."
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Post by halfhero on Dec 22, 2005 22:44:36 GMT -5
go talk to a street runner and ask him how he got the job
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 22, 2005 23:46:51 GMT -5
You search for a Klaban hotspot. Using the data from Crystal (real name: Tina Petros), you find that it's an Internet cafe. That certainly will make interrogation and force somewhat harder. The cafe is Melk (Engrish for "Milk"). Attractive servers bring out fresh baked concoctions, from bourbon fruitcakes to Renn-Mitte custard tarts. Strangely enough, no one here looks especially suspicious...
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Post by halfhero on Dec 28, 2005 20:30:14 GMT -5
a safe guess that this place is an homage to me?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 28, 2005 20:36:33 GMT -5
No, it's just a name trying to appeal to the English-speaking businessmen.
Look for anyone suspicious? Scan incoming traffic?
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Post by halfhero on Dec 28, 2005 20:37:09 GMT -5
yeah do a traffic scan
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 28, 2005 20:40:35 GMT -5
Most of the sites are fairly innocuous. Some businessmen are sneaking in porn, some people are playing violent video games or cybering, but nothing all too surprising. However, Milky notes that some of the sites are just, well, TOO innocuous. "Meltman's Sheet Rock", for example. Crash Fox whispers, "There's about five people in here who are wearing the same shades."
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Post by halfhero on Dec 29, 2005 0:04:43 GMT -5
check their trafficly more specifically, but also more subtlely
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 29, 2005 0:20:04 GMT -5
Milky and Crash Fox both automatically detect an encryption algorithm. It's incredibly sophisticated, indicating probably that it was bought pre-made in context of an expensive computer security suite, then probably further tinkered with by quite talented amateurs. The "front" sites are very sophisticated, maybe even actual businesses, and the sentences are not gibberish, though they are a little clumsy (but small business sites usually are). However, when translated by Milky and CF's skill, the truth (or at least the probable truth, once factoring for other sensible interpretations and the context) comes out:
"No operations this week. High Co-ven must study new acquisition. Continue normal activities, keep competing triads down."
The groups then check into private e-mails and forums. Here, Milky is blocked, but Crash Fox can continue, though she's afraid of discovery, especially given that you're in the cyber cafe.
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Post by halfhero on Dec 29, 2005 0:38:22 GMT -5
just back out for now
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 29, 2005 0:48:01 GMT -5
So now what do you do? You need to find the leaders of the Klaban (presumably the High Coven) and nothing is going on for the week.
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Post by halfhero on Dec 29, 2005 1:11:35 GMT -5
go to a remote location and get in on those forums and such
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 29, 2005 1:19:14 GMT -5
Heading some distance away, Crash Fox finds a way to log-in and begins commenting and reading. The posts range in quality and intelligence, but in general they're pretty well "coded", speaking in euphemisms and such, mentioning rituals and spells and components and trafficking of sacrifices and contacting demons and so on.
Suddenly, she gets a Private Message. "Initiate: Your services are requsted at Ardura Park."
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Post by halfhero on Dec 29, 2005 4:11:25 GMT -5
go pomp it to the placeof great renown
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 29, 2005 13:21:46 GMT -5
The two hackers traverse through the streets of Bali, seeming only a nice tourist couple. Ardura Park is not quite the most secretive of locations: there is a pool, a playground, and a large picnic area. Yet there are also jungle-like areas. Milky senses, very faintly, something underneath the playground...
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Post by halfhero on Dec 29, 2005 19:35:28 GMT -5
look around for some hidden passages, but try and make it look like we are just milling about to be discrete
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 29, 2005 22:15:02 GMT -5
No hidden switches immediately come to mind or eye. There's one of those spinning bar things, a jungle gym, a swing, a giant slide and a NINJA! And by "ninja", I mean the pool.
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