An ongoing story serially posted at the forum for Trese Brother's Games
Set in the world of Cyber Knights RPG
Written by Paxdad
Trese Brothers Forum
Discussion Thread
Data Kill: 4. Hearts in the Darkness
The Matrix
02:48:42.42, 03/02/2217
Dat’s bloodhound program returned a hit in just under one minute. He smiled and thought, “You may have some moves, but your stealth is for shit!”
His mind slipped across the current to the IP address at the speed of thought and caught sight of the whisp of smoke that was Sl1p’s avatar. Dat was uneasy about how simple it had been to locate the offending deck. No cyberknight should have been picked up that fast. He was wary, he had no intention of getting caught unawares again. He was fully cloaked, his sys scan was running a constant battery of system checks, and his most lethal programs were primed. Amature night was over and DAT was ready to burn this chummer down.
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Friday, August 16, 2013
Data Kill: 3. Blood Sweat and Tears
An ongoing story serially posted at the forum for Trese Brother's Games
Set in the world of Cyber Knights RPG
Written by Paxdad
Trese Brothers Forum
Discussion Thread
Data Kill: 3. Blood Sweat and Tears
Bay Street Mission
Roxbury Crossing
03:03:13.05, 03/02/2217
Dixon maneuvered through darkness, smoke, and screams. Static discharges over his command net implant echoed the staccato bursts from Blazer’s auto pistol, his primary weapon long since exhausted. He was pinned down at a T junction in the halls on the 120th floor of the Oetker-Deutschland building with what was left of his team. “Say again Whiskey Base, over!”
Set in the world of Cyber Knights RPG
Written by Paxdad
Trese Brothers Forum
Discussion Thread
Data Kill: 3. Blood Sweat and Tears
Bay Street Mission
Roxbury Crossing
03:03:13.05, 03/02/2217
Dixon maneuvered through darkness, smoke, and screams. Static discharges over his command net implant echoed the staccato bursts from Blazer’s auto pistol, his primary weapon long since exhausted. He was pinned down at a T junction in the halls on the 120th floor of the Oetker-Deutschland building with what was left of his team. “Say again Whiskey Base, over!”
Data Kill: 2. By a Thread
An ongoing story serially posted at the forum for Trese Brother's Games
Set in the world of Cyber Knights RPG
Written by Paxdad
Trese Brothers Forum
Discussion Thread
Data Kill: 2. By a Thread
Commonwealth Projects
09:12:42.98, 03/01/2217
The previous day...
“I thought I told you to never show your face in this part of town again you fracking maricón!” Every other word that Trituradora spoke was punctuated with his fist. “You’re lucky I left my chrome knuckles at home cabron!” Trituradora, was typical of the Los Val wanna be’s that this neighborhood bred by the dozen. Khaki shorts worn low, wife beater tank, and a big 85 tatted on his neck. Ever since the Los Valentinos gang took over, the Commonwealth Zone had become one of it’s gladiator academies. The weaker local gangs swore allegiance to LV, but still kicked eachothers asses whenever the opportunity presented itself. Sl1p’s head rocked back, he was vaguely aware of a ringing sound, then heard some muffled voices speaking spanish in the lowrider on the street.
Set in the world of Cyber Knights RPG
Written by Paxdad
Trese Brothers Forum
Discussion Thread
Data Kill: 2. By a Thread
Commonwealth Projects
09:12:42.98, 03/01/2217
The previous day...
“I thought I told you to never show your face in this part of town again you fracking maricón!” Every other word that Trituradora spoke was punctuated with his fist. “You’re lucky I left my chrome knuckles at home cabron!” Trituradora, was typical of the Los Val wanna be’s that this neighborhood bred by the dozen. Khaki shorts worn low, wife beater tank, and a big 85 tatted on his neck. Ever since the Los Valentinos gang took over, the Commonwealth Zone had become one of it’s gladiator academies. The weaker local gangs swore allegiance to LV, but still kicked eachothers asses whenever the opportunity presented itself. Sl1p’s head rocked back, he was vaguely aware of a ringing sound, then heard some muffled voices speaking spanish in the lowrider on the street.
Data Kill: 1. D@ily Gr1nd
An ongoing story serially posted at the forum for Trese Brother's Games
Set in the world of Cyber Knights RPG
Written by Paxdad Trese Brothers Forum Discussion Thread Data Kill: 1. D@ily Gr1nd Liberty Square D@ily Gr1nd Espresso Bar Public Data Hub 12.2.423.5 02:46:34.10, 03/02/2217 The smell of espresso, the hiss of steam and the bustle of the cafe surrounded DAT. This was his idea of hiding in plain sight. Blend in with the Domers, constantly on the move, prowling the streets for action, what was one more sack of meat in the crowd, right? This same philosophy dominated his hacking as well. Blend in with the countless harmless terabytes of data, ghost off of public hubs and portals, run down the encrypted pathways of Darknet, out of sight out of mind his parents used to tell him. It may not have been scientific but it tended to keep the heat off, and had kept him alive this long. Tonight he had been busy, he’d ripped several B class Corps, with C class security before they’d even known he was there, then turned around and sold the paydata to the highest bidder almost as fast. Now he was just monitoring traffic killing time on a Friday night.
Written by Paxdad Trese Brothers Forum Discussion Thread Data Kill: 1. D@ily Gr1nd Liberty Square D@ily Gr1nd Espresso Bar Public Data Hub 12.2.423.5 02:46:34.10, 03/02/2217 The smell of espresso, the hiss of steam and the bustle of the cafe surrounded DAT. This was his idea of hiding in plain sight. Blend in with the Domers, constantly on the move, prowling the streets for action, what was one more sack of meat in the crowd, right? This same philosophy dominated his hacking as well. Blend in with the countless harmless terabytes of data, ghost off of public hubs and portals, run down the encrypted pathways of Darknet, out of sight out of mind his parents used to tell him. It may not have been scientific but it tended to keep the heat off, and had kept him alive this long. Tonight he had been busy, he’d ripped several B class Corps, with C class security before they’d even known he was there, then turned around and sold the paydata to the highest bidder almost as fast. Now he was just monitoring traffic killing time on a Friday night.
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