It had been a long fucking day. Simple shit usually did lead to the longer days. Simple shit turned into a fight earlier. And then there was the need to vent after that. Now Volt was home.
She pushed open the heavy fire escape door that lead into her apartment, flicking on the lights. The fluorescent bulb in the middle of the room flashed on first, followed by the orange and blue neon lights that adorned the majority of the apartment. Strips of LED’s positioned behind shelves and devices bathed everything in the contrasting colours, making everything both pop and blend at the same time. Anyone new to the place might find it difficult to navigate, but this was Volt’s sanctuary. She threw her keys down on her couch, kicking the door shut behind her, and beelining to the kitchen to make a light snack.
Minutes later, she wandered out of her kitchen without the corset on: instead a comfortable black and orange robe she’d had made for her last birthday, and her sandwich, and wandered over to her impressive computer setup. She sat in her wheelchair, rubbing her face for a moment before reaching down and unbuckling and depressurising her legs, removing one at a time and placing them just off to the side. Another moment to gently massage one of her thighs that was aching particularly badly today, before pushing herself as close to the desk as she could.
Her three screens flickered on, the computer booking up as she reached into her pleather kitten-shaped bag and pulled out a small drive, sliding it in to one of the connection ports on the top of her PC. Once she had loaded up her music, she connected to the camera network she had set up earlier that day with the data stored on that drive. She began to flip through the feeds, taking a bite of her sandwich as she checked to make sure each of the signals were good and strong, checking for any inconsistencies she might have to account for before writing code to automate searches though them. That’s when she got to the one she’d placed in purple. She stopped chewing halfway though a bite, furrowing her brown and cocking her head slightly as she saw a big, goofy, goggled face looking back out at her, distorted by how close it was to the lens.
Who the fuck is that?
She pushed open the heavy fire escape door that lead into her apartment, flicking on the lights. The fluorescent bulb in the middle of the room flashed on first, followed by the orange and blue neon lights that adorned the majority of the apartment. Strips of LED’s positioned behind shelves and devices bathed everything in the contrasting colours, making everything both pop and blend at the same time. Anyone new to the place might find it difficult to navigate, but this was Volt’s sanctuary. She threw her keys down on her couch, kicking the door shut behind her, and beelining to the kitchen to make a light snack.
Minutes later, she wandered out of her kitchen without the corset on: instead a comfortable black and orange robe she’d had made for her last birthday, and her sandwich, and wandered over to her impressive computer setup. She sat in her wheelchair, rubbing her face for a moment before reaching down and unbuckling and depressurising her legs, removing one at a time and placing them just off to the side. Another moment to gently massage one of her thighs that was aching particularly badly today, before pushing herself as close to the desk as she could.
Her three screens flickered on, the computer booking up as she reached into her pleather kitten-shaped bag and pulled out a small drive, sliding it in to one of the connection ports on the top of her PC. Once she had loaded up her music, she connected to the camera network she had set up earlier that day with the data stored on that drive. She began to flip through the feeds, taking a bite of her sandwich as she checked to make sure each of the signals were good and strong, checking for any inconsistencies she might have to account for before writing code to automate searches though them. That’s when she got to the one she’d placed in purple. She stopped chewing halfway though a bite, furrowing her brown and cocking her head slightly as she saw a big, goofy, goggled face looking back out at her, distorted by how close it was to the lens.
Who the fuck is that?
An orange camera placed on purple turf. That was the assignment today and a pretty exciting one when compared to the day today online stuff. He suited up in his PPE for the job, packed up his tools, and some extra equipment, not knowing what the situation might be.
Presuming the stepper that fought off the UG was taking a much needed heal break, he doesn’t stick around the ground floor. The building was taller, and with a little patience he strapped in and grappled his way up. Not wanting to hassle with getting his teleport just right. Hm. . . He takes a look around across to the orange side then down to the street. Then walks the perimeter of the roof looking to make sure- there around the corner, out of sight of the main strip was DC and Dascha looking worse for wear. N’other teleporter. . .
He doesn’t shout to them, rather he pulls out his phone and dips back out of sight.
[Text from Repair Man # to DC]- “I’m on the roof. If you need to check a Vendy, I got this covered.”
Wesper takes a look at the orange camera, angling so he was sticking his face up in the lens. And idle blinking light indicated to him he might already be being watched. Ah, but it would be a waste to scrap this as is. He places a chunky tablet type device against a wall panel where it latches on, and a keyboard pops out from beneath. Then proceeds to ungracefully rip open a panel on the side of the camera to gain clearer access migrating bits that went to the building now to his device.
“What’s this fun little toy you’ve left for me?”
Presuming the stepper that fought off the UG was taking a much needed heal break, he doesn’t stick around the ground floor. The building was taller, and with a little patience he strapped in and grappled his way up. Not wanting to hassle with getting his teleport just right. Hm. . . He takes a look around across to the orange side then down to the street. Then walks the perimeter of the roof looking to make sure- there around the corner, out of sight of the main strip was DC and Dascha looking worse for wear. N’other teleporter. . .
He doesn’t shout to them, rather he pulls out his phone and dips back out of sight.
[Text from Repair Man # to DC]- “I’m on the roof. If you need to check a Vendy, I got this covered.”
Wesper takes a look at the orange camera, angling so he was sticking his face up in the lens. And idle blinking light indicated to him he might already be being watched. Ah, but it would be a waste to scrap this as is. He places a chunky tablet type device against a wall panel where it latches on, and a keyboard pops out from beneath. Then proceeds to ungracefully rip open a panel on the side of the camera to gain clearer access migrating bits that went to the building now to his device.
“What’s this fun little toy you’ve left for me?”
The waiting sucked. Sure, she could have gone off to a Vendy in that time, but she wasn't that badly hurt, and she had to make sure nobody but Hide's blackmailer got his hands on it.
The ping on her phone broke the blank-minded staring she was doing at the sky. So he was here.
"Come on, Dascha. Let's--oof, fuck--get a look at this nerd." DC winced as she pried herself off the concrete, the ache in her chest going sharp a moment. Okay, she really should get that looked at soon.
But not yet. Where was the fucker?
[Text from DC to Repair Man #] - "i'm gonna watch
"
He'd have to be where the camera was, and that turned out to be true. She looked up, took in a painful lungful of air, and shouted up:
"Whatcha doing?"
The ping on her phone broke the blank-minded staring she was doing at the sky. So he was here.
"Come on, Dascha. Let's--oof, fuck--get a look at this nerd." DC winced as she pried herself off the concrete, the ache in her chest going sharp a moment. Okay, she really should get that looked at soon.
But not yet. Where was the fucker?
[Text from DC to Repair Man #] - "i'm gonna watch
"He'd have to be where the camera was, and that turned out to be true. She looked up, took in a painful lungful of air, and shouted up:
"Whatcha doing?"
Is that little..? He is.
Volt was pissed. This guy was there to ruin her good work? The camera was already a write off. Even if this guy wasn’t going to do anything with the software, he could take the hardware. That meant the camera would have to fry.
Why didn’t I think of this shit when I designed it.
Volt scolded herself, taking another bite of sandwich before putting it down and pulling her keyboard closer. She swiped the camera footage over to her third holo screen, throwing her coding software onto the middle, and a cheat sheet of code fragments off to the side. If he was next to the camera, putting his equipment next to the camera, then she could use the signal to connect to a local network. Then she could upload something to force access.
She smiled, cracking her meet knuckles and leaning forwards, grabbing code chunks from the side and pasting them into her software. A little bit of finessing to get the code to want to work together of course. A little flag to make the virus she was going to send read as non-hostile, at least until he physically noticed the issues. A little Struxnet architecture to give some remote access, and a little malware key to record the access data he’d need to put in to start work. Perfect.
She packaged the code, and sent it via her own remote access to the camera over the camera’s local network. A smile across her face as she waited for him to start work to unpack it for her.
Volt was pissed. This guy was there to ruin her good work? The camera was already a write off. Even if this guy wasn’t going to do anything with the software, he could take the hardware. That meant the camera would have to fry.
Why didn’t I think of this shit when I designed it.
Volt scolded herself, taking another bite of sandwich before putting it down and pulling her keyboard closer. She swiped the camera footage over to her third holo screen, throwing her coding software onto the middle, and a cheat sheet of code fragments off to the side. If he was next to the camera, putting his equipment next to the camera, then she could use the signal to connect to a local network. Then she could upload something to force access.
She smiled, cracking her meet knuckles and leaning forwards, grabbing code chunks from the side and pasting them into her software. A little bit of finessing to get the code to want to work together of course. A little flag to make the virus she was going to send read as non-hostile, at least until he physically noticed the issues. A little Struxnet architecture to give some remote access, and a little malware key to record the access data he’d need to put in to start work. Perfect.
She packaged the code, and sent it via her own remote access to the camera over the camera’s local network. A smile across her face as she waited for him to start work to unpack it for her.
Wesper didn’t check his phone till after he heard the yell from below. He was busy trying to hook everything up. Then when he did check his messages he rolled his eyes. She could watch if she wanted but she’d have to get up here herself. Which he doubted she could do.
[Text from Repair Man # to DC] “Are you stupid? You looked like shit. But if you must. I’m sure you can find a way up.”
He doesn't reply audible because the second he’s plugged in he notices something sent to his device. The computer started to unpack it but he flew like the wind with his fingers on the keys. The timing on that was too perfect no way it was anything other than this camera. He was sweating. Almost let her throw me off my game. He punches in a little uno-reverse code to bounce it right back with his little animated ‘ah-ah-ah’ emote replacing the program icon.
“By groove I am getting into this thing or-”
[Rolled 2+4 = 6 Mixed success~]
[Text from Repair Man # to DC] “Are you stupid? You looked like shit. But if you must. I’m sure you can find a way up.”
He doesn't reply audible because the second he’s plugged in he notices something sent to his device. The computer started to unpack it but he flew like the wind with his fingers on the keys. The timing on that was too perfect no way it was anything other than this camera. He was sweating. Almost let her throw me off my game. He punches in a little uno-reverse code to bounce it right back with his little animated ‘ah-ah-ah’ emote replacing the program icon.
“By groove I am getting into this thing or-”
[Rolled 2+4 = 6 Mixed success~]
Oblivious to the little hacker war going on (it was just a camera, how hard could it be??) DC looked at her phone and scoffed.
"Do you see this, Dascha? Little guy calling me stupid. I'll show him stupid."
She didn't bother answering him, tucking the phone into Dascha's harness and starting to move into the basic steps of a ginga. It'd take a minute to build up the Vibe needed to actually join Wesper, especially with her injuries (that she was casually worsening), but she'd get there...
"Do you see this, Dascha? Little guy calling me stupid. I'll show him stupid."
She didn't bother answering him, tucking the phone into Dascha's harness and starting to move into the basic steps of a ginga. It'd take a minute to build up the Vibe needed to actually join Wesper, especially with her injuries (that she was casually worsening), but she'd get there...
Volt relaxed back in her chair when she set the package, taking another bite of her sandwich and giving a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes, excited to relax and play some Land of Legends. Then the machine pinged. She opened her eyes, and a small icon of this guy's face had popped up. SHIT. She leaned forwards again, typing furiously to counteract whatever this was. Who was this? Most likely a script kid who bought some middle-weight shit from a hawker or dug it up from the intranet. A newb anyway, had to be.
She spend a little while containing the resent virus, giving that guy a little time to fuck with her camera. It was her code, so it wasn't hard. She just had to double check the security wasn't compromised. Then she repackaged it with her signature, she sent it back off. This time a little more aggressive, and a lot harder to pitch back.
Rolled 2+2 = 4 Partial failure
She spend a little while containing the resent virus, giving that guy a little time to fuck with her camera. It was her code, so it wasn't hard. She just had to double check the security wasn't compromised. Then she repackaged it with her signature, she sent it back off. This time a little more aggressive, and a lot harder to pitch back.
Rolled 2+2 = 4 Partial failure
Wesper was more prepared and alert this time but it was still another close call in who’s fingers were the fastest. Barely squeaking by once again. This time obliterating the sent fine rather than a taunt. He needed to focus his energy on getting in.
If anything it was just slowing him down from his goal. He loaded up a sequence that started running through the cameras programming. To begin eating away at the existing data. He frantically tapped away to keep up with blocks he could find.
[Rolled 1+6 = 7]
If anything it was just slowing him down from his goal. He loaded up a sequence that started running through the cameras programming. To begin eating away at the existing data. He frantically tapped away to keep up with blocks he could find.
[Rolled 1+6 = 7]
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