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Robotech: Army of the Southern Cross - IC Thread

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Psychie

Princess Psychie
Steven can see stars as he gets hit for 25 SDC damage from the punch to the jaw.

His knee to the groin makes grunt 2 curl over and hit the floor, writhing in pain. He's whimpering loudly and gasping for breath.

Grunt 3 moves to cover the fallen man as he struggles to regain his composure.

End of melee round 1

As Grunt 1 is getting back to his feet, the door to the workout room swings open to reveal Lt. Renner and two other members of the infantry company, all dressed for exercise. They come to a sudden halt as they take in the scene in front of them, and the Lieutenant asks in a soft voice, "What is going on here?"


Initiative order
18 - Grunt 1 [ ] moderate damage
13 - Chris -12 SDC [ ]
12 - Grunt 2 [ ] critical damage
9 - Steven -35 SDC [ ]
8 - Grunt 3 [ ] serious damage
 

Sherwood

Luna's Concubine
Supporter
Steven slowly lowers his guard but keeps his eyes on the three infantrymen, just in case things are not over yet. Working his aching jaw, he says, "Just sparring, sir. Each of us have to keep our edge up for the fight against the Zentraedi, and we can all learn from one another. Right, guys?" Don't screw this up, you assholes.
 

GunMan2

Junior Member
Chris look at the Lt and show him his boxing gloves which he never took off during the fight. “I asked the guys for a little spar in the ring. But the 3 decided a more realistic spar would benefit us more” said the tanker, taking bishops side in a heart beat and gave the 3 grunts a whitening glare “Isn’t that right boys”
 

Psychie

Princess Psychie
GunMan2 GunMan2 Sherwood Sherwood
One of the standing grunts helps his friend up off of the floor, and as he does so, says, "Yes, sir. Just a rough match, that's all. Nothing to worry about here."

Lt. Renner doesn't look very convinced, but he doesn't say anything, at least at first. As the three infantrymen stumble to their feet, he says, "You might want to go to medical and get checked over to keep you in combat ready condition." He glances over at Chris and Steven, saying to everyone in the room, "Next time you decide to 'spar' and 'train', I expect that you will make sure you are using the appropriate safety gear to keep the injuries down. That's what they are there for. Am I clear?"

A trio of "Yes, sirs" come from the three infantrymen, leaving Steven and Chris under the focus of the Lieutenant. What do you do?


Dannigan Dannigan
Over the course of the hour, both you and Nova begin the task of trying to sift through the piles of information to try and find the one important nugget that might break the case wide open. With that in mind, you are a hunter, looking for your target. Suddenly, you spot a line of code that seems a little off. You are not quite sure what it is that has called to you, but your hunches are usually correct.

As your fingers fly across the keyboard, you are suddenly interrupted by the wonderful smell of a fresh brewed cup of coffee at your side. Looking up, you see Nova with two mugs, carefully sipping one as she offers you the other.

"The good news is that I have a cup of java for you. The bad news is that it doesn't have any alcohol spiking it Couldn't find anything to make this a 'stronger' drink. Hope you like it. Find anything of interest?"
 

Dannigan

Kaerri's Man. =)
Supporter
"The good news is that I have a cup of java for you. The bad news is that it doesn't have any alcohol spiking it Couldn't find anything to make this a 'stronger' drink. Hope you like it.
As Kitty is typing, she gives a little smile, certain she knows what is coming in the cup by the smell alone. She doesn't take her eyes off of the screen but remembers to keep blinking her eyes to keep them moisturized to avoid eye strain and therefore a headache. She nods her gratitude. "Alcohol, my good Nova, is a depressant - something to be consumed after the prey is found and dealt with, if human victory traditions are to be observed." She takes a moment to sniff it. "Wouldn't have any milk to go with it, would you?" Kitty hadn't met a cat yet that didn't like milk, herself included.

Momentary thoughts flew through her head concerning the coffee. Was it that A.S.C. tank dirt + gunpowder residue combination they called coffee or... since they were in Brazil where some of the best coffee ever made originated from, true Brazilian coffee, in which case they would probably be the envy of anyone at their own base back in the North American continent. Still, one good strong sip and the caffeine content alone was enough to rev her brain into a higher gear. Kitty knew in the back of her mind that the buzz would last for a few hours depending on how quickly her body used it. Caffeine was a race car - too much and you risk injury (in the form of caffeine withdrawal headaches); too slow and you may as well not drive at all.

To Kitty, a good buzz felt like this.

"Cyberpunk 2077 – Grimes performing 4ÆM live at The Game Awards"


Find anything of interest?"
Suddenly, you spot a line of code that seems a little off. You are not quite sure what it is that has called to you, but your hunches are usually correct.
Her whisper was like that of a rogue in the night. "Tell you in a moment."

Code. It was a series of languages that was unlike anything in spoken tongues anywhere in the universe. Computer code and how it was written said a hell of a lot about the programmer. Sloppy code implied laziness, disinterest, being rushed, unskilled, or a combination of all four or worse. Sloppy code was a street inside a city - rough, dirty, and all too common. On the other hand, tight code was a stunning work of art with every line a clear, concise purpose. Nothing for a coder to have to decipher, and everything in place with nothing unnecessary. A true joy to behold. Tight code was also a thing of beauty - a shining queen surrounded by rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns. Even the king looked up to the queen. Kitty liked chess. The sole female piece was without any doubt the most able.

But "off code?" It so hugely depended on what was off about it. Was it a moment of breathtaking brilliance or unforgivable stupidity from the original coder where there should be none? Did it come from another programmer? Was it an intentional message or a slip-up? Code that was even a little off, especially if the programmer was the type to provide tight code, was - at least for this Kitty - a corpse in a dumpster - a clear sign somebody messed up. The "whys" behind it would have to wait - for now, Miyazaki focused on the one thing that trumped all others - facts.

Kitty digs in further, using her own masterful programming and hacking skills to follow this trail of virtual blood. As she uses her skills to uncover the reality of the matter, the advice of a certain male Micronian philosopher she admires enters like an old friend into her racing brain:

"When you are studying any matter, or considering any philosophy, ask yourself only: 'what are the facts and what is the truth that the facts bear out?' Never let yourself be diverted, either by what you wish to believe, or by what you think could have beneficial social effects, if it were believed. But look only and solely at: 'What are the facts?'" - Nobel Prize winner, Lord Bertrand Russell.
 
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Sherwood

Luna's Concubine
Supporter
Lt. Renner doesn't look very convinced, but he doesn't say anything, at least at first. As the three infantrymen stumble to their feet, he says, "You might want to go to medical and get checked over to keep you in combat ready condition." He glances over at Chris and Steven, saying to everyone in the room, "Next time you decide to 'spar' and 'train', I expect that you will make sure you are using the appropriate safety gear to keep the injuries down. That's what they are there for. Am I clear?"
Steven nods. "Crystal clear, sir. It won't happen again." He eyes the three infantrymen, wondering what kind of can of worms that they have opened up with them. Looking at Lt. Renner, he is quite certain that the officer knows that something untoward was going on, but with no one coming forth to point fingers at each other, it is a little harder to prove which person or persons is at fault. I just hope that things don't escalate between us and these grunts. That is all we need right now.
 

Psychie

Princess Psychie
As Kitty is typing, she gives a little smile, certain she knows what is coming in the cup by the smell alone. She doesn't take her eyes off of the screen but remembers to keep blinking her eyes to keep them moisturized to avoid eye strain and therefore a headache. She nods her gratitude. "Alcohol, my good Nova, is a depressant - something to be consumed after the prey is found and dealt with, if human victory traditions are to be observed." She takes a moment to sniff it. "Wouldn't have any milk to go with it, would you?" Kitty hadn't met a cat yet that didn't like milk, herself included.

Momentary thoughts flew through her head concerning the coffee. Was it that A.S.C. tank dirt + gunpowder residue combination they called coffee or... since they were in Brazil where some of the best coffee ever made originated from, true Brazilian coffee, in which case they would probably be the envy of anyone at their own base back in the North American continent. Still, one good strong sip and the caffeine content alone was enough to rev her brain into a higher gear. Kitty knew in the back of her mind that the buzz would last for a few hours depending on how quickly her body used it. Caffeine was a race car - too much and you risk injury (in the form of caffeine withdrawal headaches); too slow and you may as well not drive at all.

To Kitty, a good buzz felt like this.

"Cyberpunk 2077 – Grimes performing 4ÆM live at The Game Awards"




Her whisper was like that of a rogue in the night. "Tell you in a moment."

Code. It was a series of languages that was unlike anything in spoken tongues anywhere in the universe. Computer code and how it was written said a hell of a lot about the programmer. Sloppy code implied laziness, disinterest, being rushed, unskilled, or a combination of all four or worse. Sloppy code was a street inside a city - rough, dirty, and all too common. On the other hand, tight code was a stunning work of art with every line a clear, concise purpose. Nothing for a coder to have to decipher, and everything in place with nothing unnecessary. A true joy to behold. Tight code was also a thing of beauty - a shining queen surrounded by rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns. Even the king looked up to the queen. Kitty liked chess. The sole female piece was without any doubt the most able.

But "off code?" It so hugely depended on what was off about it. Was it a moment of breathtaking brilliance or unforgivable stupidity from the original coder where there should be none? Did it come from another programmer? Was it an intentional message or a slip-up? Code that was even a little off, especially if the programmer was the type to provide tight code, was - at least for this Kitty - a corpse in a dumpster - a clear sign somebody messed up. The "whys" behind it would have to wait - for now, Miyazaki focused on the one thing that trumped all others - facts.

Kitty digs in further, using her own masterful programming and hacking skills to follow this trail of virtual blood. As she uses her skills to uncover the reality of the matter, the advice of a certain male Micronian philosopher she admires enters like an old friend into her racing brain:

"When you are studying any matter, or considering any philosophy, ask yourself only: 'what are the facts and what is the truth that the facts bear out?' Never let yourself be diverted, either by what you wish to believe, or by what you think could have beneficial social effects, if it were believed. But look only and solely at: 'What are the facts?'" - Nobel Prize winner, Lord Bertrand Russell.

As Kitty dives deeper into the investigation, Nova pulls up her seat next to you and leans in to get a better look at what you are digging into, offering up her ideas on where to look next. One thing is becoming clear: someone with a sizable amount of computer skill has gone through a lot of effort to hide their tracks, and it is only due to your diligence (and a bit of luck) that you were able to spot it at all.

Finally, you catch a hint of a pattern of behavior. Every time that one of the three suspects has logged in, someone has gone in behind them to change time entries, and this person (or persons) were damn good in their work.

With your cross checking, you make a couple of discoveries. According to their personnel jackets, Lt. Keven Renner has not received any computer training, and according to the notes, he barely knows how to turn on a laptop let alone do some advanced hacking.

First Sgt. Antonia has been trained as an intelligence specialist by the RDF, and according to the records of her pre-human contact days, she was a Officer Pod pilot in charge of a platoon of Regult Battle Pods on the cruiser she was stationed on. She does have the skills needed to do this level of hacking.

Corporal Dana Carey is a communications specialist, and is a frequent resident of the command center, working to monitor the sensor frontier line and area communications. As such, she has computer operation skills, but according to her training records, she has not been educated in the level of hacking needed to be able to make these changes with such finesse.

Nova leans back in her seat and looks over at Kitty, saying in your native Zentraedi, "Well damn. This certainly narrows our investigation down a bit, but not in the way I had hoped. This is not looking good for Antonia. Unless, of course, all of this is a frame up job of epic proportions, designed to make us look at one of our own as the guilty party. We need to get this back to Col. Greevey and Sgt. Dorsey right away."
 

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