Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


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    Zs'Skayr
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    Join date : 2014-03-02
    Level : 1

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    Wired Connection

    Post by Zs'Skayr on Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:46 pm

    Weeks between November 19th and the 29th of December
    _____

    Servers found . . .
    Starting up . . .
    Firewalls detected, activating . . .
    Cloud detected, activating . . .
    No threats found . . .
    Security stabilized.
    Establishing a secure connection . . .
    Connection established.
    Activating SYNAL Corps program . . .
    Please enter password: ______


    A few taps of a keyboard, and a jingle was heard.

    Password accepted; welcome back, Mr. D'Onofrio
    Activating Profile . . .
    Searching . . .
    Search concluded. Found 1 item.
    Activating CORRODE.EXE . . .


    Yes, this was working perfectly. The weeks that were spent to set up this master computer and everything around it was worth it to see what was going to happen next. The specter sat in his darkened room, the only lights being emitted were from the several CPUs and computer screens set up around him. The windows had been covered with thick newspapers and taped securely, keeping the sunlight out. The entire room itself looked almost desolate of any living person--it was still neat and clean, but had a very strange and uneasy air to it, as if something was haunting it rather than living there.

    This was how it was to be kept. Zs'Skayr knew this would not be his long-term 'home', but it worked for now, and it held many things that were necessary for his cause. It would only be a matter of time before he would have to destroy this set-up anyway. But for now, it worked, and that was all that mattered. Claws continued to click and clack along a keyboard as a map was brought up of the Breach. Nothing spectacular, and it wasn't a satellite image. Some places were marked, crossed off or circled in specific ways, while most of the map remained blank and untouched. The computer chimed and the alien sat back for a moment, his claw tapping the desk as he thought for a moment over his next action.

    ---

    The refuse had arrived. It was signed for by the D'Onofrio guise the specter took up, and he looked over every single piece thoroughly. It was all fine, far better than any of the trash in the Tech-dome and, though he knew the mechanic had her doubts and suspicions, he was far from concerned. His mind was on his objective, and with his system set up and complete, it was time for the beginning of the next phase. The refuse was bent and broken, welded and placed back together in a specific way, carefully and with no room for mistakes. With that in mind, this would take him several days to get it just right, and if he made a mistake, he'd have to restart the entire thing again.

    At this point, he was glad he decided to buy two bins instead of one. Zs'Skayr would slap himself considering the several mistakes he had made, the pieces that broke or couldn't hold correctly, breaking underneath his work and becoming pure trash with no other use. So many failures, his hands not as steady as he thought they were, and even with psychic assistance, it was still tricky to create a perfect satellite. Yes, all of this just to make the perfect satellite. Launching it into space would be of no issue for him, that wasn't the problem. It was only a problem to create it in a perfect shape and way that it would not break under pressure or deteriorate through the atmosphere if it happened to fall from space by some means.

    It took several 'shells' and weeks of dedication, but it was finally done, and the specter was pleased with the final result; a spherical shaped object with wings that weighed a large amount and was protected by several layers upon layers of the better metals. It was almost... cute, but such a word would not be used, as this 'cute' object would bring catastrophe!... Someday.

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    21: 20 -- DECEMBER 29TH

    It was time for launch.

    With his room's windows untouchable due to the newspapers attached to them, Zs'Skayr had gone to the top of the roof of the inn, the literal roof, not the garden or walking areas, mind you. The spherical object he had made would be launched, but not by thrusting it with force into the air or even his psychic abilities. Looking out at the stars, Zs'Skayr chose a spot. Lifting the make-shift satellite in the air, he snapped his fingers and--POP!--it disappeared. Phasing through the inn back to his own room, Zs'Skayr went straight for the computer, and now would be the moment of truth... Had it actually gotten into space, and would it stay there?

    Click, click, click...
    Starting CORRODE.EXE . . .
    Searching for satellite . . .
    Establishing connection . . .


    It was taking a while. Not the amount of time he wanted, which meant something might've gone wrong. If so, he'd have to spend weeks making another perfect satellite... and all of that material wasted. "Come on, you stupid thing..." he growled irritably, his claws running along the desk and leaving scrape marks.

    Connection established. Searching for satellite . . .
    Searching . . .
    Satellite found. Bringing up cam-view . . .


    "Perfect," a small smile for his efforts, and the satellite brought up a nice live-map of the Breach. It looked... normal. For some reason, the alien half-expected for something to look out of place, but... other than the phallic island to the south-east, there was nothing to take true note of, and nothing looked too out of place. One would find this tempting to spy on others, but Zs'Skayr didn't make this device for spying and being a busy-body. No, it served a far more serious purpose. Typing in something, the computer began to search, and the satellite searched the Breach's earth for any notes of Corrodium. When nothing came up, it was time to test another feature.

    A few more minutes of searching and connecting and the satellite looked to the stars, enhancing its vision on anything noteworthy--mainly meteorites.

    Searching for substance . . .
    No substance found in area, please search again.


    Hm... "None right now, then... That is fine." He knew the meteorites that were containing the small amounts of the substance were very few and far between, and would come in waves. When the satellite would detect any, it would alarm, and if the alarm was ignored and the piece had fallen, it was now easy to track and get ahold of before anyone or anything else would. That was all that mattered.

    Most likely, the next wave would be sometime in late January, if Zs'Skayr's assumptions were right. If not, then in February. He'd have to wait until then, but this was only the beginning. He still had much to do, and much to work on. The refuse left over would be enough to make the conduit he had in mind, but that would be for a much later date.

    All he had to do now was wait, watch and be aware...

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