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Post by hare on Jun 10, 2009 23:34:47 GMT -5
"Slagpitdammit, Spampwner!" Snaps a Grey and blue Cybertronian mech with a Cybertronian Motorcycle alt mode who was working on a Laptop who was literally connected to Spampwner, a Predacon mech with Insect beast mode "Your loading time is really slow. You suck as a broadband, man!"
"Okay, Smartass. You try being a broadband/power booster while trying to hack into the Council's files," Spampwner explained while drinking some high grade energon "Cut me some fracking slack. Those files are hard to get through. It's like trying to go the Prom After party, man." The sounds and beat of Industrial music can be heard through the stereos amongst the sea of sounds of keyboard clicking and the brightly colored screens. The random and instantoneus activity and sea of spoken chatter also gives the former Decepticon Military Post now the Hacker's base of operations and Computer room a bit more life to the place.
After the underground freedom fighters, the Cybertronian Revolutionary Front (or the CRF for short) liberate the prisoners from the Iacon Detention Center, the Hackers and Computer Specialists completely took over the Decepticon Military Post and made it into their own terrority. For some, it became a second home to them. Some of them eat and practically live in Hacker Central.
Even though it looks like a Rave and a Cyber Cafe and the animated energy that's being created by the denziens of this place, it's everything but. Due to the combination of the hacker's collective technological know-how and skills, the Computer room have became the CRF's biggest gun in their arensal. They got the old computers opernational once again and upgraded them to such a extent, that they can potentially rival any high-powered supercomputer.
The hackers spend night and day at the monitor, maintaining a link to the outside world, hack, steal, or destroy something whatever the corrupt council is hiding, spying the Council members, and making sure nobody knows they exist. Day in and day out, they work around the clock, aiding the CRF in their battle with the corrupted Council.
"Can't the guys play something else?" C-Cord groaned while working on her personal laptop. Fliptop was sitting on her shoulder, watching she was doing. "Hey, anything is better than listening to "Barbie Girl"," Fliptop replied dryly "Heard that song about six times. I thought I was about to go insane."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 17, 2009 15:58:38 GMT -5
There is a bit of the shout from the back-end of the building, where Liveware and Lightweight had managed to cordoned of a space to work. Smoke steamed out of the room for the moment as Liveware could be heard yelling a series of extremities to make a mother cry. He struggled to disconnect Lightweight from the burning out rig he was working with, a struggle vastly hindered by the robin-former's continued growth which managed to wedge the jack tight in. "Sorry sorry sorry." Wirehead responded as he continued to pull, grimacing tro himself as he figures the other hackers will be in shortly. His friend had already had one embarrassing moment in the last few weeks and his attempt to help her might result in another...
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Post by hare on Jun 18, 2009 23:31:28 GMT -5
C-Cord and Fliptop saw the smoke coming out of the backend of the building. Wondering what was going on, C-Cord places her laptop on to her desk and quickly walks over to the back to see what was going. The Cellphone former held on to her as she makes a quick dash towards the computer. "Dammit! I just hope they didn't damage anything important," C-Cord said "We can't afford to get a new computer and some new parts right now. The computers here are also as hold as my sex drive." Fliptop looks at her with a rather surprised look. "That long?" he asks. She nods sadly. "That long."
************* As if on cue, the hackers comes rushing into the room, with fire extingushers and cyro cannons ready. "What the frack?" A Small-scout class Cybertronian mech with a Cybertronian laptop alt mode holding a fire extingusher shouted while looking around to see where the source of the smoke coming frome. "Five minutes and somebody's already frying the damn mainframe!"
"Like that's our job!" A female technorganic Mink former shrieked before exploding to psychotic laughter.
The Hacker, the one who reverted Urbanrunner back to his orginal male form, quietly and patiently goes straight to the source of the problem. He sees the burning outrig and sees Lightweight hooked to it. "Outrig burnt out," The hacker explained.
"C-Cord is so going to slag," a small white and silver Scout-class minibot mech with a MP3 player alt mode said.
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Post by darkstatic on Jun 20, 2009 12:53:27 GMT -5
Lightweight started to cough a little "Idiot you could fry me!" she screeched (more in embarrassment than irritation). The poor robin-former seems to have grown a little due to Wirehead's tampering. "Damn it, get it out!" she almost seemed close to tears. This was perhaps a little too much; the possibility of getting fried, then finding out she was getting a little ...bigger than before was taking it's toll on her.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 23, 2009 2:42:53 GMT -5
Liveware manages to pull out the cable after a few moments with a wince, falling backwards onto the ground with a dull thud. "Sorry sorry sorry!" He responds, grimacing to himself due to the damage already being done. "We were so close to fixing the control codes... I know it. The rig just wasn't powerful enough to finish the calculations..." He pushes himself up and tries to shoo some of the least sesensitive hackers back into the next room, least they start poking fun.
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Post by darkstatic on Jun 29, 2009 12:12:39 GMT -5
Lightweight winces as the cable's finally pulled out...unfortunately some damage has already been done. "I feel like a watermelon! and all you can say is SORRY!!" she yells at him teary-eyed. Well hopefully the problem would be solved soon; but she really doesn't want anyone else around to witness her embarrassment. "I hope you can fix this; I really do" she replied to his explanation...poor thing she doesn't sound happy.
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Post by hare on Jun 29, 2009 14:34:44 GMT -5
"Wait, wait, wait." One of the hackers spoke out loud. "What's this about fixing the control codes?" One of the Hackers looks at the rig. He picks it up and looks at it. "Dammit! Now we have to get new rig!" Two hackers walk up to Lightweight and looks at her. One of them poked her finger at her. "Heehee, she's all jiggly and stuff." She happily glees. The second hacker examines her. "Hmmmmm."
"Okay, kids. What's going on? And why I smell O-zone?" C-Cord said while she's at the door. "And what the slag is wrong with Lightweight?! She's as big as a fucking house!" Fliptop exclaimed.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 7, 2009 21:30:25 GMT -5
Liveware slaps away the hand poking at Lightweight, grimacing. "Yes control codes... we were trying to fix the problems ye old scientists left in her 'upgrades'. Tried to give her mass-shifting powers but couldn't figure out the control software put in the person they based it off of... Unfortunately all my attempt did was pull a bunch of mass out of her personal subspace." He frowns to himself, trying to use the cable as a whip to scare off the awkward gawkers near the back. "At least I figured out half the problem... right?"
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Post by hare on Jul 8, 2009 23:16:04 GMT -5
The gawking hackers yelped and got out of makeshift whip's path. The hacker who was taking a look at Lightweight, seeing if there was anything wrong. C-Cord (With Fliptop in tow) blinked and walks over to Lightweight. "And at the same time, ensuring that Lightweight that she gets a membership at Weight Watchers." Fliptop cracked. That small joke result C-Cord lifting her fingers and give him a light scolding tap. "Hey!"
"Be nice, Fliptop," C-Cord chides Fliptop for that comment. C-Cord goes back to examining Lightweight. "Oh man, Wirehead. You did some work on her. Let's have a looky here to see anything can be done."
"Not to mention thrashed out rig in the process! That means we have to go topside to get another one, mang!" Exclaimed one of the hackers.
"We'll deal with the rig later, Crunchdial. But for right now, we need to know if we can fit Lightweight back into size 6 armor again. I have to do a scan on her before we can do anything else. And I might need some of you guys to give me a hand." C-Cord said. The hackers and computer experts cheered excitedly. C-Cord chuckled to herself. Maybe that's what the guys need. A new mission to break out of their usual routine.
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Post by darkstatic on Jul 14, 2009 6:07:47 GMT -5
Lightweight was practically crying up a storm by this point "I'm not here for you to GAWK AT!" she screeches as those who had been poking her. The comment about her being the size of house just made her cry all the harder; poor femme was somewhere in between having a nervous breakdown and going on a homicidal rampage.
"Can we just fix this please..." she practically begged. Oh she was never going to live this down; the poor female was stressed and now being treated as a flipping project. Could this day get any worse? ...oh wait...yeah it could.
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Post by hare on Jul 14, 2009 14:19:02 GMT -5
"Ya know? If it makes ya feel any better, Miss, Bugsweeper there likes fat chicks," a hacker with a Cybertronian styled Broadband alt mode pointed to a purple and black technorganic mech who gave Lightweight sleezy-looking wink. C-Cord groaned when he heard that comment. "Guys, com'on. Have a little compassion for her," C-Cord chided the hackers in attendence. Lightweight was getting worse. Normally she would scan Lightweight's upgrades to see if anything can be done, but she really wants to prevent a possible shooting spree.
"Okay, guys. Normally I would wait until I run a scan before diving, but the poor girl wants to fit into a bikini again. So I'm going to go ahead and make the dive," C-Cord said. "But before I do that, I need a team to come with me. Her upgrade system might be more exotic and complex than the one I did with Clickclack. Not all upgrades are created the same. I need everybody with different skills on this one. So who wants to be famous, kids?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 22, 2009 15:44:11 GMT -5
Liveware growls for a moment before he starts whipping the cable at the broadband hacker and Bugsweeper. "You heard the lady, no gawking!" He responds as he continues to try to drive the deviants out. Glancing back to C-Cord, he replies lightly. "I'd help plug in... but considering I accidently caused this, I don't know how much help I could be at this point 'Cord. Don't want to make it worse..." ooc: My bad guys, this was supposed to be Liveware. Wirehead's the doctor over in the medical center.
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Post by darkstatic on Aug 6, 2009 10:02:07 GMT -5
Lightweight shut up at Bugsweeper's wink and went strangely quiet "I think I just blew a fuse" she muttered softly. Tears running down her face she was definitely going to hurt someone for this...even if it was in a distinctly childish fashion.
"Someone please just solve this quickly!" she raised her voice sounding faintly pleading; after all the poor girl was going to either lose it or literally cry a river at this rate.
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Post by hare on Aug 29, 2009 1:15:57 GMT -5
"That's true, Liveware, but you're also the only one who has a clue what's going on with Lightweight," C-Cord replies as she looks at Lightweight and the guy who was still looking at her. "I can't go in there and use some of my usual stuff. There's no telling what kind of program that the prison put in her. I could accidently set off something that shouldn't be set off. I just wish I know what kind of program they used on her...."
A Earth brown, black and orange and yellow mech with a Grasshopper beast mode was looking at Lightweight with huge interest. He spoke to himself. Then he turns to C-Cord and raises his hand. C-Cord acknowledges the insect bot and gives him a nod. "So what you got for me, stranger?" C-Cord questioned the bot. The grasshopper bot nods and drops his hand. "I think I know this program is. I dealt with variations of this upgrade before," he told C-Cord. The lead hacker nods in inerest. "Okay. That's good, that's good," she said "What's your name and what you deal with."
"My designation is Phageflush and I deal with exotic virus, nanotechnology-based and enhancer effects at the Cybertropolis General Hospital," he explained "I was a resident before I got found out. Anyways, I dealt with something like this before and I think I can help." C-Cord smiles. "Excellent! That's two, anybody else?"
Edit: Sorry, dude. I was meant for Phageflush to be a doctor, not a nanotechnology expert.
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 6, 2009 13:10:38 GMT -5
"You have?" Liveware responds lightly, looking in his direction with surprise. "Huh... where at? Not that I'm doubting you Phage, just surprised since it seemed so rare a condition. Guess Prydefire wasn't the only one working with this kind of technology..." He explains, rubbing the back of his head.
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