Post by Vesuveus on Jun 2, 2009 10:17:57 GMT -5
08/01/2007 16:52:13
## Incoming Transmission...
## Personal Processing Unit // 44656E6B69
## RELAY Initialized
This is Vesuveus of the Hovercraft Romulus. I am forced to cast this emergency transmission to an open line. I have rigged my only working piece of hardware to hack into The Matrix. I can only pray I within Broadcast Depth.
## Tranmission Terminated
## Origin Unknown
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## Incoming Transmission...
## Personal Processing Unit // 44656E6B69
## RELAY Initialized
Warboys efforts may have saved me, but we are yet to find out.
## Tranmission Terminated
## Origin Known?
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08/03/2007 23:28:00
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Vesuveus
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Joined: Aug 20, 2005
Messages: 3049
Location: Upstate NY
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The blinking status light of his former captain's personal processing unit is his only stimulation. The seconds, minutes, hours and days unfold slowly, like scratching your way six feet deep. He stares at the blinking red light, hypnotized by its mind-numbing desolation. His stomach growls loud enough to be detected by scanning calamari. His stomach feels large and empty, like a vaccum about to cave in. His mouth is as dry as cotton, fingers blistered with cold, nose numb with frost. His cranial jack sticks to the skin on the back of his neck, stinging with the cold.
"Heave ho... thieves and beggars...
Never shall we die!"
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Message edited by Vesuveus on 08/04/2007 09:37:13.
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Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Cihesh
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Sit tight old friend.
We're coming for you.
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## Incoming Transmission...
## Personal Processing Unit // 44656E6B69
## RELAY Initialized
Thanks to Warboy's efforts, I have managed to pinpoint my location and planted the data disk in a secure Drop Box. Cracking that code will lead you to me, for better or worse.
## Tranmission Terminated
## Origin=8448 4161634 827271243--- 375 2016458.371?27124=731222
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08/07/2007 04:01:41
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Cihesh
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Rike smiled to himself as he stared at the moniter in the darkness. The final decryption of the drop point was nearly complete.
"Damm Vesuveus...you better be alive still or im going to kick you back from the dead"
............................
As he tucked the disk safely into his trench, Rike noticed the red light siting on the desk had sprung to life....the alarms had been tripped.
"So they were closer than i thought" Rike muttered with a sly grin.
Producing a grenade from his left trench pocket, he gently placed it behind the door handle and removed the pin...the lever fitting snuggly now against
the handle.
He moved silently towards the open window and one step closer to recovering his comrade.
...........................
As he calmly walked down the street towards the phone booth, a explosion broke the nighttime silence....glass crashing from the 10th story window of the broken down apartments.
Again a sly smile escaped him. Always one step behind....he thought to himself
............................
Back on board The Libertas's systems began to crack back to life
"Get me every ship in range of this point" Rike ordered Lavonian as he pointed at an area of the tunnels on the map
"We have a pickup to make"
((And damm you Vesuveus for hurting my brain with that one SMILEY ))
Message edited by Cihesh on 08/07/2007 06:57:17.
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08/07/2007 09:23:35
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Vesuveus
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Joined: Aug 20, 2005
Messages: 3049
Location: Upstate NY
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His only escape from the cold and hunger.
"It's not Real," the voice of Denki, his former Captain liberator said again and again. The phrase bounced around his mind like marble. It is difficult to ignore the truth when you have embraced it. You condition yourself to feel it is false. You can feel the code pouring off your skin like the rain. But he wanted to forget that, for at least an hour.
The tropical beach program preloaded onto his Personal Processing Unit was the only escape from the cold, hard reality of the metal floors of the Panic Room on board the Romulus. He walked the beach and felt the warm code between his toes. He felt the cool code splashing onto his ankles. He felt the hot code warming his skin. And when he wakes up from this nap, the cold will hurt even more.
========
His only escape from the cold and hunger.
A posh restaurant; He orders his favorite meal from his bluepill life. He can taste the code splashing in his mouth as he drinks his water. The flavorless code of the steak between his teeth, the meaty code squeezing its way down his throat and to his stomach where it rests.
"An hour," he sighs as his eyes open and he sits up on a cold metal floor. "More like 10 minutes."
He sits in his corner and closes his eyes. Freezing near the surface of a planet with no surface life, no sun. A wrap at his chamber door breaks the tranquility of his thoughts of her.
Standing in front of the door, grasping the vault handle with limited strength. "It's do or die." The door swings open to reveal flashlights that burn his retinas. The lights reflect off a friendly face, Captain Rike of the Liberta!
Vesuveus weakly falls into a hug. "We gotcha, V. We gotcha."
"Rike... any word from her?"
## Incoming Transmission...
## Personal Processing Unit // 44656E6B69
## RELAY Initialized
This is Vesuveus of the Hovercraft Romulus. I am forced to cast this emergency transmission to an open line. I have rigged my only working piece of hardware to hack into The Matrix. I can only pray I within Broadcast Depth.
## Tranmission Terminated
## Origin Unknown
-------
## Incoming Transmission...
## Personal Processing Unit // 44656E6B69
## RELAY Initialized
Warboys efforts may have saved me, but we are yet to find out.
## Tranmission Terminated
## Origin Known?
--------------
08/03/2007 23:28:00
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Vesuveus
Vindicator
Joined: Aug 20, 2005
Messages: 3049
Location: Upstate NY
Online
The blinking status light of his former captain's personal processing unit is his only stimulation. The seconds, minutes, hours and days unfold slowly, like scratching your way six feet deep. He stares at the blinking red light, hypnotized by its mind-numbing desolation. His stomach growls loud enough to be detected by scanning calamari. His stomach feels large and empty, like a vaccum about to cave in. His mouth is as dry as cotton, fingers blistered with cold, nose numb with frost. His cranial jack sticks to the skin on the back of his neck, stinging with the cold.
"Heave ho... thieves and beggars...
Never shall we die!"
forums.station.sony.com/mxo/posts/8448%4161634%827271243101%375%2016458.371?27124=731222
((EDITed for correction))
Message edited by Vesuveus on 08/04/2007 09:37:13.
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08/03/2007 23:56:11
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Cihesh
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Sit tight old friend.
We're coming for you.
------------
## Incoming Transmission...
## Personal Processing Unit // 44656E6B69
## RELAY Initialized
Thanks to Warboy's efforts, I have managed to pinpoint my location and planted the data disk in a secure Drop Box. Cracking that code will lead you to me, for better or worse.
## Tranmission Terminated
## Origin=8448 4161634 827271243--- 375 2016458.371?27124=731222
--
08/07/2007 04:01:41
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Cihesh
Virulent Mind
Joined: Mar 6, 2006
Messages: 110
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Rike smiled to himself as he stared at the moniter in the darkness. The final decryption of the drop point was nearly complete.
"Damm Vesuveus...you better be alive still or im going to kick you back from the dead"
............................
As he tucked the disk safely into his trench, Rike noticed the red light siting on the desk had sprung to life....the alarms had been tripped.
"So they were closer than i thought" Rike muttered with a sly grin.
Producing a grenade from his left trench pocket, he gently placed it behind the door handle and removed the pin...the lever fitting snuggly now against
the handle.
He moved silently towards the open window and one step closer to recovering his comrade.
...........................
As he calmly walked down the street towards the phone booth, a explosion broke the nighttime silence....glass crashing from the 10th story window of the broken down apartments.
Again a sly smile escaped him. Always one step behind....he thought to himself
............................
Back on board The Libertas's systems began to crack back to life
"Get me every ship in range of this point" Rike ordered Lavonian as he pointed at an area of the tunnels on the map
"We have a pickup to make"
((And damm you Vesuveus for hurting my brain with that one SMILEY ))
Message edited by Cihesh on 08/07/2007 06:57:17.
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08/07/2007 09:23:35
Subject: Re:4D4159444159
Vesuveus
Vindicator
Joined: Aug 20, 2005
Messages: 3049
Location: Upstate NY
Online
His only escape from the cold and hunger.
"It's not Real," the voice of Denki, his former Captain liberator said again and again. The phrase bounced around his mind like marble. It is difficult to ignore the truth when you have embraced it. You condition yourself to feel it is false. You can feel the code pouring off your skin like the rain. But he wanted to forget that, for at least an hour.
The tropical beach program preloaded onto his Personal Processing Unit was the only escape from the cold, hard reality of the metal floors of the Panic Room on board the Romulus. He walked the beach and felt the warm code between his toes. He felt the cool code splashing onto his ankles. He felt the hot code warming his skin. And when he wakes up from this nap, the cold will hurt even more.
========
His only escape from the cold and hunger.
A posh restaurant; He orders his favorite meal from his bluepill life. He can taste the code splashing in his mouth as he drinks his water. The flavorless code of the steak between his teeth, the meaty code squeezing its way down his throat and to his stomach where it rests.
"An hour," he sighs as his eyes open and he sits up on a cold metal floor. "More like 10 minutes."
He sits in his corner and closes his eyes. Freezing near the surface of a planet with no surface life, no sun. A wrap at his chamber door breaks the tranquility of his thoughts of her.
Standing in front of the door, grasping the vault handle with limited strength. "It's do or die." The door swings open to reveal flashlights that burn his retinas. The lights reflect off a friendly face, Captain Rike of the Liberta!
Vesuveus weakly falls into a hug. "We gotcha, V. We gotcha."
"Rike... any word from her?"
