[Sith War 2002] It's Alive!, Stormy Return.
Peter Hanely
ghost arrived someplace familier. Or almost familier. Something was
clearly different. The physical arrangement of the room resembled his
workshop deep beneath Chateau des Ordinateurs, but the Code presence was
all wrong, nearly dead.
Focusing attention on a vertical tube at the end of a row, he found
himself drawn in. He fought to no effect against the vacuum wanting to
be filled. Darkness. Wait, a power signature, a clock pulse. Scanning
the registers... Peripheral systems responding. Eyes open.
Looking out through these portals, the Hacker saw that he was indeed in
his workshop, inside a replicant tube. The replicant of that
politically correct lacky. His last choice. It would have to do. A
new better suited body would have to be made, later.
Arm, lift. Push. Good, systems responded, the tube opened. Scan the
room. Not so good. He and an electric cart appeared to be the only
operational equipment. It was like lightning had hit. Plug into an
open communications socket, dead. No good trying radio from here, this
far below ground, Taking the cart, he proceded up the tunnel to the
surface.
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R5-P1 reflected on its hew sidekick. The Hacker had been usefull and
inventive, but had become a liability. Extream measures would be needed
to cauterize the wound that was RASSM. Reforming them was a futile
waste of time. Hence the Haacker. He'd do what it took to destroy enemies.
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The Giant PDA, waiting patently in orbit of RASSM planet, noted a new
arrival coming in sublight from the outer system. A deathstar class
vessel, some 1000 km across. This could be trouble. A squadren of
fighters was dispatched for a closer look. Many hours later, still
10,000km out from their target, flash report of weapons fire an instant
before contact was lost. Nearly another 2 hours and the nature of the
weapon was revealed as the now dispersed fire swept past the planet.
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On the Surly Punk, Tilson was entertaining a pair of 'ladies' when the
lights flashed out and the DVD player stopped, dumping the disk on the
floor. Annoyed, he got up to put restart it. A knock on the door,
followed much too soon by it being opened. "This better be important,
'ensign Expendable'."
"Ah, sir", averting his eyes, "We've been hit by ion cannon fire."
Tilson grabbed his uniform.
"From 4 billion km out."
Tilson dropped his uniform.
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Across RASSM and nearby orbits, ships and electrictal systems
experienced glitches of varied varied severity.
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Summary:
- the Hacker is reanimated in a droid body that had been prepared to
infultrate the politically correct guys camp. He's still out of touch
with what's left of his forces.
- R5-P1 is bringing in a death star far too powerfull to be taken on in
conventional attack, or approached by ship. An unconventional attack is
called for here. To refresh memories, it's largely hollow, which would
be usefull if you could get on board.
--
The Jedi Hacker
"Strike me down and I'll become more powerfull than you can imagine."
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