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srwug_alpha_rp2013-04-10 10:54 pm
link_to_revival) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2013-04-10 10:54 pm
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Second Resurrection
[Public broadcast. And hey, it's that fugitive! The one who blew up a London suburb because herpderp stupid intern telling me my amazing teleportation technology makes giant explosions if the wormholes get too big!]
Everyone, after thinking about it, I've decided to try to run a full analysis of the Linker System node I found at the Tritech labs. First there's the fact that it exists... but then again it was probably a backup that was set aside in case we needed it. But more importantly... the terrorists there had hooked it up to some sort of weapons database, and that's where "Ascalon" and "Fragarach" came from.
There's so much that happened back there that I don't understand. Why Blitz Valhalla went back there, what they found... how they even would've been told about something like that in the first place. And... the only lead we have right now is looking through all the information in the node. I need to know what else is on there. And operating the System is dangerous; I know that. My own stupidity with the Linker System is what caused the Icarus Bombing in the first place. Precautions are going to be taken, just...
It might be smart to steer clear of my little work station in the hangar for the next few days unless it's something important.
[And indeed, within Lynn can be found in some distant, deserted corner of the hangar all on her own. Instead of a mechanic's tools are computers, notepads, and the single, glowing Linker System node. Most curiously, however, is the ring of C4 charges lined around the whole thing and wired to the node as well. If Lynn's unsettled by their presence, she's not showing it. No, her attention's fixed on the information being shown on the screen, complete with some stupidly complicated equations that had to burn through several different alphabets for all the variables being used.]
... Right there.
[She stops and snorts sadly as her gazes falls on a particular sequence.]
To think such a minor mistake in calculations would make this device so terrible.
[Nothing like a fresh reminder of the foolish mistakes of her youth. But back to work. There has to be something. SOMETHING in here. Some sort of lead or scrap of information to point her in the direction of answers.]
Everyone, after thinking about it, I've decided to try to run a full analysis of the Linker System node I found at the Tritech labs. First there's the fact that it exists... but then again it was probably a backup that was set aside in case we needed it. But more importantly... the terrorists there had hooked it up to some sort of weapons database, and that's where "Ascalon" and "Fragarach" came from.
There's so much that happened back there that I don't understand. Why Blitz Valhalla went back there, what they found... how they even would've been told about something like that in the first place. And... the only lead we have right now is looking through all the information in the node. I need to know what else is on there. And operating the System is dangerous; I know that. My own stupidity with the Linker System is what caused the Icarus Bombing in the first place. Precautions are going to be taken, just...
It might be smart to steer clear of my little work station in the hangar for the next few days unless it's something important.
[And indeed, within Lynn can be found in some distant, deserted corner of the hangar all on her own. Instead of a mechanic's tools are computers, notepads, and the single, glowing Linker System node. Most curiously, however, is the ring of C4 charges lined around the whole thing and wired to the node as well. If Lynn's unsettled by their presence, she's not showing it. No, her attention's fixed on the information being shown on the screen, complete with some stupidly complicated equations that had to burn through several different alphabets for all the variables being used.]
... Right there.
[She stops and snorts sadly as her gazes falls on a particular sequence.]
To think such a minor mistake in calculations would make this device so terrible.
[Nothing like a fresh reminder of the foolish mistakes of her youth. But back to work. There has to be something. SOMETHING in here. Some sort of lead or scrap of information to point her in the direction of answers.]