Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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Lydyn S.T.A.R. 6/30/2009 9:58:51 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 116	The Search "Not much ... only that there has been recent spikes of power spanning some months within the organization's building. The media reported that they commented that it's just some generator problems and they've been trying to isolate the problem." The man lifts up a cup of coffee to his lips and sighs, his eyes looking out the glass window to the crowds of people in the streets and cars - who from modern times, had now taken the quality of ball-like wheels that gave them more mobility and ultimately reduced the needed energy for them. He glances to the woman beside him in the coffee shop, both sat up on stools. She was too staring outside the window, though her eyes were scanning the massive building that towered over the small shop. It was home to the Curezz Corpration, a power within the industry of home andriods and rumored to have contracts out to the local military for battle driods. She has red hair that easily swam down to her middle-back and carried a rather unusual outfit that favored the freedom of pulling her katana free - which was sitting beside her right now. "Rumors say that it's really for an advanced andriod for the military - a tank of sorts that's mobile and can take down most other tanks with only a single shot of it's cannon. By the way ... you still haven't told me why you're interested." She glanced to him silently for a few moments before adoring a smile on her face and shrugging. She got up and picked her katana up and hung it from around her waist. Thanks to recent to the Arm's Act, Section 73, people were allowed to carry around ancient weapons - for show it seemed. To her advantage, it wasn't quite for show and was reinforced with bits of her own alloy skin. The only mark on the Katana was one of an ' Ã .' "I have invested interests in andriods and their makers," was her final reply before the small bell rung within the small shop to signal her exit. Several moments later, one could see her walking within the main hall of the Curezz building, the back of her rather unique shoes which matched her outfit, clicked against the marble floor and echoes along the halls. With a polite smile, she pulled herself up to the desk and quickly scanned the woman at the desk. It had been a year since her escape from outwhatever compound she was apparently created from, and since then had learned to hack into complex systems - though she was far from perfect. If it didn't go as planned, she was sure the woman would be pushing a button for security. "Hello m'am, I have an appointment set up to see Mr. Kerio. It's under Sario ..." Sario was a clever screen name that related to her real one - Star. She glanced over the floor for cameras and their location, dumping information into memory banks for later use while she waited for an answer.
Shaelynne Storyweaver 7/1/2009 7:24:53 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Search The Curezz Corporation. Like so many other mega-corps that exist on the various planets and systems of the galaxy, it dominates the social and political fields that surround its existence. Formed over a thousand years ago by a young entrepreneur, mechanic, and part-time scientist, it quickly grew from a neighborhood enterprise to a full blown factory and never stopped growing. The current benevolence of  the existing leadership is questionable at best, and like most other major power-brokers, it has become too big to fail; too big to be torn down by something as petty as breaking the law. There are always rumors that circulate in the dark places of a world. Rumors about those in power. Rumors that can only be spoken of in the darkness of the night; in the places one can be sure the surveillance cameras are not watching, to the people they trust with their lives. People who speak ill of the government or the major corporations have a habit of disappearing; malcontent has no place in a utopian society. As such, though everyone walks about their business with smiles on their lips and friendly words to those they meet, it doesn’t take much time being amongst the inhabitants to see that the smiles are fake; the words, shallow. Rare are the ones willing to talk openly about the problems of the world, and those that seem too eager are viewed with suspicion and distrust. Spies are everywhere. Few are those on the planet Crocop that choose to wear their hair in such a vibrant color as Star has hers – when one lives in a utopian society, it is usually best to remain unnoticed. Heads turn and people stare for just a moment before quickly looking away as the sharply dressed woman with the rather long sword strapped to her hip walks past and into the building. ......... *Click, wrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* The sensitive instrumentation housed within Star’s chassis immediately pick up the subtle changes in electromagnetic waves and radiation as she enters the complex. Scanners built into the walls of the building immediately register the anomaly of her alloy and a camera blinks to life, the lens tracking her movements as she approaches the front desk. The woman seated behind the rich mahogany counter looks up with a frown at the red haired woman, seemingly bored and disapproving of the dress and style of the visitor. “May I help you Ma’am?” she says with a nasally voice, clearly disdainful of Star. Upon hearing the reason for her intrusion into the perfect flow of operations, the homely secretary raises an eyebrow, tapping a few keys to bring up the list of appointments for the day. “What exactly is the purpose of this meeting Miss…Sario?”
Lydyn S.T.A.R. 7/1/2009 7:43:20 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 116	RE: The Search For a moment, Star glances to the side, taking note of the camera in the high ceiling keeping a careful watch on her movements. She had just begun her steps into the shadow world, where one who investigate and try not to get caught while doing so - she was new to this game though. Normally, this would be the greatest advantage for the organization, making it almost too easy to make her not exist anymore - both physically and socially. She was sure the scanners would register her rather unique alloy, but in the end she doubted that they could truly understand the sort of threat she was able to pose - of that at least, she was confident. With a quick movement, she looked back to the annoyed woman who obviously seemed suspicious of her presence. She truly found it amazing that she was - even knowing that she was set up for an appointment via hacking. "Ah, it was set up a while ago - since he's so busy with larger projects, but I had proposed a theory of a small and portable power source that was able-" She cuts herself off and fakes a playful grin for a moment. "Well, without giving up too much.. it is a very efficient power source. He was very interested, but it's been some months since then, sadly," she continues to explain. She wasn't too sure how much of the story she would buy and was assuming she'd tell the man of her presence - hoping he'd believe himself that he had simply forgotten. It'd get her inside at least, as Mr. Kerio himself was only one of the higher ups in development. Though possibly useful, she was looker for the supervisiors of the place or better - computers she could hack into and get the information without anyone knowing she had been there. This was her best lead in any case, to what she was and why she was created. If they found out who she was though and assuming they had made her - no, even if they hadn't, they'd be all over her.
Shaelynne Storyweaver 7/1/2009 8:05:12 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Search Electrons travel faster than the human mind can imagine, slowed only from their natural state by the substances through which they travel. Humans have long had the technology to slow down an electron to the point where it can be monitored easily, and though the limitation of an electron’s speed in a vacuum is understood by general relativity, technology has progressed to the point where the speed of information transfer is directly dependant not on the size of a processor, but on the material the chips and cables are made from. Light enters the lens of the lone camera that tracts the redhead’s movement, converting the electromagnetic radiation into an electronic signal that propagates along the fiber-optic cables to some internal database. Human eyes absorb the information, combining this piece of knowledge with the readout from the scanners when the anomaly passed through the door. With the push of a button, contingency plans activate, and the Powers-that-Be are notified. ……. The secretary continues to frown at Star as she relays her story of power source theory which brings about not more suspicion, but a glazing of eyes. It is clear after a moment or two of observation that this is not a woman in-the-know within the company; she just does her job. Cutting you off with a tisk and a bored wave of the hand, she taps a few more keys. “I’ll have to check in to make sure he’s available, one moment.” She picks up a phone and presses a few buttons behind the desk, the receiver cradled between shoulder and ear as the phone dials. When the person on the other end answers, she begins to ask her question but is cut off mid sentence. After a few ‘yes sirs’ and ‘mmhmmms’ and ‘right aways’ she puts down the phone, looking more disgruntled then before. “It seems that you were being expected, Miss Sario. Take the elevator to your right, 40th floor. Someone will meet you there to escort you to the conference room.”
Lydyn S.T.A.R. 7/1/2009 8:26:53 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 116	RE: The Search 'Expected?' That was a slight surprise, but it really only hinted that there was more beneath the surface. She had never spoken to the man no met him in any way except through a fake appointment which was most certianly indirect. Even if they had caught her hacking, she hadn't detected any signs of tracing her or any hacking into her own systems. In fact, she knew it was impossible for them to alter her memories - the ever changing code of her S.K.E. systems that made up what was her 'soul.' She bowed politly to the woman and quietly rounded the desk towards the elevator. Eyes traced the ceiling slowly, trying to find a blind spot in the cameras. If she could get away . . . but then again, if she seemed to disappear into thin air, they would know they had a spy within their midsts. This was a bit trickier than she had hoped. Her mind quickly went through possible scenarios. The two most likely were either that she could slip from the meeting under the continue guise of a human and simply seem to be lost - or just use her cloaking systems in plain sight and issue an alert. A shame she wasn't able to get the plans for the building, for some reason the blueprints were under so many barriers they would've realized she was there before she could get through them all. They certianly seemed paranoid. 'Ding.' The elevator opened and her eyes spotted another camera - no surprise - and let the doors close. She hit the button for the 40th floor and it jumped slightly at the heavier-than-normal occupant. Several moments passed before the elevator doors open and she stepped into what seemed like a waiting room - carpeted and decorated with flowers, fishtanks, and several couches. With a few paces forward, she patiently awaited for whatever escort, letting her radio tracers open so she could listen on into communications. Lucky, since a year ago, she had gotten the systems to pick up encrypted channels as well.
Shaelynne Storyweaver 7/1/2009 9:27:34 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Search Once her bit is finished, the secretary goes back to what she was hoping to do in the first place – ignore you. Once she thinks she’s out of earshot, the secretary turns to her one of her nearby companions, discussing with her all that was bad about the woman she just met; hair, clothes… anything that she could think of to cast the redhead in a negative light. Of course it means nothing to one here for something else than friend-making, but it is clear that you’ve just provided her with something to complain about for the next couple of cycles. In a planet such as Crocop, which prides itself on the government knowing and providing for its citizens, the likelihood of being able to find a place free from the cameras is extremely unlikely. Even in places that seem to be free from cameras, sensitive instruments would be able to pick up on the subtle streams of ions and the hum of electronics that signal that some sort of surveillance is taking place. Without a significant amount of time taken – enough to draw attention as to why you’d be staring at the ceiling – finding a blank spot would be inadvisable and as you come to that conclusion and enter the elevator, the camera therein clicks on, watching you continuously on the speedy and silent ascent upwards. *Ding* The elevator opens once more, and this time in addition to the posh environment, there are two security guards dressed in the cliché black suits seen so often on the holovids, looking to be lacking completely in the humor department, or the nonsense department. As Star steps into the lobby of the fortieth floor, one of the guards steps forward, extending a hand out, palm up. “Please remove your sword and hand it over, Miss Sario. Though civilian law states you are allowed your blade in public areas, this is a building owned by the Corporation, and as such, you are subject to our rules while you stay here.” His voice is monotone, and it is clear that he expects you to comply with his wishes. The other guard rests his hand on his sidearm – large enough to puncture through all but the most advanced military-grade body armor at a close range. Scanning the pair of men reveals that they are not completely flesh-and-blood, and their vital signs seem to be cloaked by some sort of material either woven into the suit or beneath the clothes itself. Radio-chatter is at a near minimum. It seems that communication between floors is all closed-circuit, but there is some idle chatter and communications between whatever command points and the security on the floors is limited to either meaningless banter back and forth, or a series of pulses and beeps… they obviously mean something, but it is not information encrypted, just audio tones.
Lydyn S.T.A.R. 7/1/2009 9:44:57 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 116	RE: The Search She let's out an internal sigh as the guard asks for her sword. It was an edge that kept her damage down to a minimum. Not to mention the unique properties of the alloy within the sword. It donned on ehr then that if they felt any reason to, they could scan the sword and find it's components. This was quickly getting out of hand as far as she was concerned, trying to put a tight grip around information - but her objective and what she was doing here was far more important to keep hidden than what the sword was made of. Maybe they'd just wave it off as her somehow gaining some company secret. This had to be going somewhere though and she had no doubt, if the pulses of the radio waves weren't a code of any kind, they were using other - apparently effective - means to communicate. Again, paranoid. There was something hidden here and she knew it by now. Without any sort of flashy movements to give herself away, she blinked and looked to her sword. With a small, polite smile, she handed over like she was barely able to wield such a thing with any threat. "Oh, of course. Policy is policy, afterall," she replies in a pleasent tone as the katana is handed over without any resistance. She took the few seconds that the blade was being passed over to re-double her barriers to her own systems from external attack and check through what systems were still working. A real shame she was unable to access her particle systems. From what she had learned, they would've been extremely useful if a fight went underway without her sword.
Shaelynne Storyweaver 7/1/2009 10:28:05 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Search As the weapon was handed over without fuss, no fuss is made. The security guard accepts the sheathed blade without comment, holding onto it in his left hand as his right finds itself to the small of Star’s back, guiding her towards one of the many doors attached to this room. As the elevator doors close, it begins its descent down to a lower story, most likely to pick up a new occupant to transport to any one of the over one hundred floors on this massive building. Star is lead through a doorway and down a corridor, past many doors all unmarked, unnumbered. Along the walk, more short and long pulses of the audio noise are intercepted, and through the corrupted databases still incomplete, a connection can be made; Two words. Morse Code. What Morse Code is rests in a corrupted section of the file, but it is clear that the beeps and dots are standing for specific letters. Given enough time, the meaning of the dots and dashes should be able to be decrypted. Finally, about three fourths of the way down the corridor, you are halted and motioned to the right, to enter a closed door of the same mahogany color. Inside it is as expected – a conference room as extravagantly set as the two lobbies before. It is clear that this corporation has money to burn, and some of the higher-ups prefer the life of luxury. An aging man of approximately fifty years of age sits at the head of the table where a computer console is built into the wood and from his work he looks up to see Star and her two escorts. “Please, have a seat Miss Sario.” He says without hesitation, a certain glint in his eyes. “I must admit that this meeting of ours slipped my mind until I received the call from Ground.” He gives a wave of the hand to the two guards who nod their heads in unison and leave the room, shutting the door behind them. Once they are gone he smiles pleasantly, his hands in his lap. “Now… what can I do for you? Forgive an old man his failing memory… everything about our previous conversations have been lost in the muttle of decaying organics.”
Lydyn S.T.A.R. 7/1/2009 11:03:59 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 116	RE: The Search She shifted as she looked around the room, hiding what surprise she had, though in truth she easily accepted that they were simply playing along with her game. Over the last year, she had developed a personality and emotions, and knew that if she wasn't aware that her new skin graph could easily show them. She seemed to take in the look of the room as she set a task of decoding the beeps and pulses - the more information the better. Star then smiled to the man and nodded. "Ah, yes .. the power source you were interested in? My partner, wherever he is, had found some interesting designs and included some strange blueprints into it's design. I thought it may interest you as well," she explained, and perhaps unknowingly, she had come fully prepared. She pulled the blueprints of the item from a pocket of hers and laid it across the table in front of him, giving him a respectful amount of space. The diagram was of her own energy cell, though heavily modified specifically not to work as it should - even if the problem could be worked out, it wouldn't produce nearly as much power as her own without going back several hundred steps. Still the prints were very impressed, giving almost perfection calculations and forumlas on how it'd work in theory. She took the moment in which he looked over the plans to scan the room - focusing on the access of ductwork for the air conditioning that was no doubt a presence within the room - especially with a computer in it.
Shaelynne Storyweaver 7/1/2009 11:44:56 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Search When the plans are produced and handed over, the puts on a pair of bifocals to begin to nod his head and mutter “Marvelous” and “Fascinating” and other single words of the sort to himself – clearly impressed with what he sees. Eventually, though, he looks up with a scrutinizing gaze, asking the question that’s been on his mind since the redheaded bombshell stepped into the office. “What are you expecting in return, Miss Sario? To just hand over the plans like this into my care is either a very foolish move… or it means that you’ve something up your sleeve.” He looks suddenly suspicious, and he pushes the plans back towards Star… he seems ready to say something, but the phone rings in the room. Glancing between Star and the phone, he chooses to let it go for the moment, allowing the woman to make her proposal before he decides to answer whomever may be on the line. “I’d like to think that you are new at this, Miss Sario, so I will hear you out. Speak your words, tell me what you’d like in return for… these” He gestures to the schematics on the table idly, then folds his hands together on the table, eyes boring into yours. The deciphering of the Morse code is proceeding with every transmission. So far it is clear that there is never a reply to the tones, just a one-way signal. They seem to be some sort of orders being given… but not enough time has passed to fully decode the letters.

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