TF, you might want to hurry-- just make sure you're at least a kilometer away from the base by nightfall.

Huh? Why?

::: looks over at the tank's timer.

SYSTEM TIME: 18:32:36:01.7 :::

Great, only a few microcycles left.

::: he placed his targeting reticle over the base, and glanced at the range indicator... 1.36 :::

Well, at least I can get somewhat closer.

::: he continues his cross-country trek over the game sea, frequently checking his distance from the base :::

1.2....... 1.09....... 1.03.....

::: his attention was swayed by a sudden beeping sound from a nearby console. he stood up from the control seat and stepped onto the rotating platform one which the console sat. in raw binary, it flashed PROXIMITY WARNING. he ran back to the control seat and swiveled the turret to take a look around. he spotted multiple blue dots on the horizon and zoomed in. :::

Resource Hog Lightcycles... What in the world do they think they're gonna do to me with those?

::: a nanocycle later, he saw a narrow white tracer beam come speeding straight at him, followed by a loud explosion that impacted the side of the tank :::

CRAP!!

::: immediately, he charged the cannon and returned fire. the line of lightcycles scattered to the left and right to avoid the incoming chevron-shaped energy blast. the cycles began to fan out to the sides, slowly surounding the tank. He picked one target out of the bunch and led by a few meters and fired. his calculated aiming was rewarded by the pleasing image of lightcycle chunks and a rider flying through the air moments before derezolution. more missile blasts came forth, one hit and one miss. TF set the tank's cannon to rapid-fire and began spraying shots all over the terrain as he kept the tank rolling ahead at maximum speed. explosions from the tank fire riddled the landscape, killing a number of riders. but many more remained and continued the attack. at this point they were on all sides of the lone game tank. more missiles impacted the tank and the glow of one of the treads began to flicker from damage. the effect was very noticable by TF as the controls became less responsive and he had to let up on the stronger tread's power just to keep the tank going straight. ordinance from both sides contined to fly and although TF was quickly accumulating a good score, his tank was quickly coming apart. the indicators inside the tank began giving off critical damage warnings. A flash of light inside the tank caught TF's eye and when he turned towards it, he could see the game grid through an opening that had been blown open by one of the missile blasts. He tried to continue his attack, but the cannon was no longer responding. So he locked the tank on autopilot and walked to the back where the hole was, and pulled out his suffusion rifle. He fired repeatedly at the cycles which were chasing behind him, in his own version of fighting off indians chasing after a fleeing stagecoach. One of the resource hogs leaped forward from an unrezzing cycle and using their unusual gravity-defying ability, 'flew' through the opening in the tank while knocking TF back with a nasty drop kick. The two of them battled hand-to-hand inside the tank, trying to get a clean hit on each other while the revolving floor moved them around in a confusing kaleidoscope of control panels. Another missile hit knocked the hog off his feet and TF decided it was definately time to abandon the vehicle. The tank tried to continue on autopilot, but with one tread now completely out of commission, t was only turning in tight circles. TF struggled to fight the inertial force being created by the spin, so he could remain on his feet and get out through the hole that had been blasted in the tank's side. He ran at the opening and leaped out. A few moments later, another missile blast sailed past him into the tank, and it exploded in a giant plume of fragmented data. The hogs could care less about the pretty fireworks theorder abortion pill abortion pill buy online where to buy abortion pill

[covertly, into his chat line:] The Game Scripts will be resetting their security protocols. I don't know exactly what that involves, but you should be as far away from it as possible-- who knows what automated security systems they may have in place. [pause] I'm going to have to log off-- I'm not secure here. [setChatStatus(Busy); muteChat()]
Commander> Yes, I've [cough] always been a racing fan. That new program you've got, Harpo989: he's quite a player! Must have risen in the ranks pretty quickly to get onto your game grid.

Meanwhile, Kamui.EXE was sneaking in to the base looking for the Kernal whom she believed to have all the answers. He mad her jump through all these hoops just to be cast out in the end. She had gone way to far to just give up. With the action going on, she felt she hand enough distractions to sneek in. She knew IPeX was inside the base already waiting for her to show up.

~kamui.EXEorder abortion pill http://unclejohnsprojects.com/template/default.aspx?morning-after-pill-price where to buy abortion pill

Kamui.EXE hops over a wall through a window. She kept to the shadows hoping not to be noticed.

~Kamui.EXE

Commander> Mmm, probably a flash in the pan. Even an accounting script can get lucky. [considers waving hand before Commander's face and saying "This isn't the program you're looking for..."] Hey, I'd like to watch the races some more. TTYL!

Hoping the Commander wouldn't be suspicious, The Tweaker ambled over to the forcefield seperating the spectators from the Game Grid. Watching Harpo fight for his life against the other programs on the Game Grid, he strolled over to one of the projectors controlling the forcefield, removed a small explosive charge from his toolkit, and attached it to the generator. To the casual observer, it was nothing but a de-energized binary bit... until activated. Tweaker then walked as quickly as he dared to the area where Harpo's mesh was stored, and activated his chat line.
///ping(Harpo989)///

[comment: TF, 1 KM was only a casual estimate. Seems like a good distance for active security to work, though.]

Kamui.EXE meets up with IPeX.

"IPeX, is there any evidence of the real documents on the Tron Legacy Project?" Kamui asks.

IPeX nods.

"IPeX, Is the documents or any clues to their whereabouts anywhere?" Kamui asks.

IPeX again nods.

Kamui.EXE smiles as she keeps walking. IPeX follows.

"Let's keep moving." Kamui says.

With that, they are enveloped in the darkness once more in hopes of not being found.

~Kamui.EXEwhere to buy abortion pill abortion types buy abortion pill online

harpo989 Wrote:[comment]Say, Kamui, I hope you plan on running into us before we complete our mission. Oh, and everybody I still have a great idea for the MCP outpost. just let me write the part where we first enter the outpost, ok?[/comment](With Harpo...) I raced forward, thinking I was heading for Commbatant, and took a sharp right, close to the game wall on my left. I looked up at the raised tower that the party was going on in. they probably have a perfect view from the grid from there... Then I remembered that I still couldn't find Commbatant. I pulled a double right, only to be heading dtraight for Commbatant! he was riding my trail for speed! I pulled a left, right as he pulled to his rght, putting us right next to each other. [PING]The ping threw me off, making me pull a sharp left. I quickly pulled a right to try and keep up with Commbatant. [open_channel(Tweaker)][chat_1: "Tweaker? is that really you? where are you? they have a no-ping field around the holding cells and the grid, so that would mean you'd have to be... wait. are you inside the base?"]Suddenly Commbatant pulled a right and nearly derezzed me, then I pulled a right-left, right before he pulled his own left, then a right, and we were neck-in neck again. (with the commander...) Hmm. that program was less then curtious. but I simply moved on to meet some of the other tank drivers, but first, a drink. I walked over to the bar and requested a energy marlot. then I noticed an SSE moniter moving briskly toward me. as he arrived, I turned to greet him. Commander: "What's the problem, script?" SSE two: "Sir, someone has opened a chat line with one of the game scripts." Commander: "Who?" SSE Two: "We havn't completely narrowed it down yet, but he is in this room." Commander: "get on it now. and get more men in here. I don't want any programs leaving." SSE Two: "Yes sir."

[comment]Pssh! I'm getting there! Just hold your horses![/comment]

From a room off to her right, she heard voices.

"Get on it now! And get more men in here! I don't want any programs leaving." says the voice.

She grew tense. This is how the last fight started. The mass slaughter she had created long ago. She had two options: Fight or be captured.

She ducked in to the shadows and activated her Data_Katana;Beta. It rezzed in to her right hand.

The enemy program entered her field of vision. Her options limited even further, she lunged out.

"KIAAAHHH!" She screamed as she slashed away at the program.

He had actiaved the rezzing station.

So much for being stealthy Kamui thought.

She slammed her blade in to the rezzing station and ran. She got to an I/O node. She pinged the only program she can think of.

"Harpo, I need you to help me run a distraction, NOW." says Kamui.EXE
on line abortion pill misoprostol dose abortion medical abortion pill onlineabortion pills online abortion pill online purchase cytotec abortion

"Any distraction will do! Just as long as it gets a lot of attention!" Kamui says.

She disconnects. IPeX reappears. She hadn't notice it was gone.

"IPeX! Where were you?" Kamui says.

"IP, IPeX, Iss" IPeX replies.

"You mean to say that the clue we're looking for is with that program inside that room?" Kamui.EXE asks.

IPeX nods.

Looks like Kamui might need a bigger distraction than she had anticipated.

~Kamui.EXEwhere to buy abortion pill http://blog.bitimpulse.com/template/default.aspx?abortion-types buy abortion pill online

::: a huge ring of orange light appears above the base, and slowly moves down making a strange mechanical sound. TF looks above him and sees he is clear of whatever it is. the ring descends until it reaches the ground, and then it vanishes. :::

Well that was.... interesting.

::: he pulls out his rod primative and looks at it. green tendrils of corruption were wrapped around it :::

So much for my cycle...

::: he puts the rod away, sets his antivirus to work on it, and starts jogging towards the base :::

[chat]Tweaker, I survived some kind of energy ring that came down over the base perimeter, I guess its purpose was to remove any 'impurities' from the base area. I'm on the way towards the base now, but there's a problem. My disguise, the tank, is gone.[/chat]order abortion pill abortion pill buy online where to buy abortion pill

[sees Kamui providing a nice distraction for the Commander] [nods approvingly] Note to self: Thank that program later. [places another detpack on the archive bin containing Harpo's Mesh]
In a moment oddly reminiscent of Mercury's first words to Jet, Tweaker speaks into his chat line. "Harpo, this is The Tweaker. I've come to rescue you. Get away from the barrier between the Game Grid and the observation lounge-- I am about to make a very loud noise."

Tweaker, I survived some kind of energy ring that came down over the base perimeter, I guess its purpose was to remove any 'impurities' from the base area. I'm on the way towards the base now, but there's a problem. My disguise, the tank, is gone.

"Glad to hear you made it, TF. You're gonna have to try and find some transportation-- things are coming to a head over here. I'm about to break Harpo out; it would be very nice to have some transporation when we get down there. I suppose we could just use our lightcycles to get away, though." [sees security program approaching] "Gotta go. TTYL."

[closes chat line] What can I do for you, program?
DelVar.EXE: Program, the Commander wants to speak with you. Come with me, please.

Uh oh. Busted. OK, work out an escape scenario. Options include:[bul]Derezz the program and run
[bul]Surrender[bul]Activate my detpacks and let him die in the explosion-- good, but I'm standing here too. Solution:
[bul]Go into James T. Kirk mode and bluff my way out. <--[select]
"Come with me? Come with me? If the Commander wants to see me, let him come himself. Fetch me another martini, lackey."
DelVar.EXE: Lackey? Who does this program think he is? "Program, you are under arrest by order of the Commander. This way, please."
Tweaker: [steps backwards] "Arrest?! You're going to arrest me?? First you lose my invitation packet, then you forget my VIP parking, and now this gross insult? I declare, that Commander of yours is the most careless, incompetent script I've ever seen. See if I ever donate to one of his campaigns again."
DelVar.EXE: "Program, I'm not going to say this again. The commander wants to speak with you. You will follow me to where he is waiting."
Tweaker: "Do you have any idea who I am, script?"
DelVar.EXE: [bored] "No, I haven't the scuzziest idea."
Tweaker: [step backwards] "You don't recognize the author of the original BIOS? Hello??"
DelVar.EXE: "No way! You wrote BIOS?? Wait a minute... you liar! The Users wrote BIOS!"
Tweaker: [steps backwards some more] "You think they hand-coded the ones and zeroes themselves? Even the Users need an editor program."
DelVar.EXE: "You lie! You're no notepad-- you're a utility program, and one with a lot more weapons subroutines in his base code than normal, I might add!"
Tweaker: [sigh] "You are correct. Unfortunately, that is irrelevant, for you are also dead." [palms a control bit][squeezes slightly]
KA-BOOOOOOM!!
A massive shockwave shook the base as Tweaker's detpacks blew. DelVar was instantly obliterated, as were three ICPs approaching his position. One of the forcefield generators seperating the Game Grid from the observation lounge rumbled, shuddered, and collapsed. The other generator, unable to bear the load alone, overloaded and shut down. The forcefield flickered, then failed, and the Commander turned in horror to see five lightcycles turning to bear down on him and cross the now-absent barrier into the observation lounge.
[chat]Now, Harpo! Break to escape! Go, go, go!

Tweaker unsheathed his P-Rod and loaded a subroutine into it which he'd had for a long time, but hadn't yet had a chance to try out: Flyer. He then strode to the nearest window and smacked the Rod against it, and the window disappeared in a flash of pixels. Gripping the Rod in both hands, Tweaker dove out into space.