NationStates Jolt Archive

For the last ten years, a group of scientists have been developing the newest class of Terran Dominion ship, a full-size Battle-Globe, a quarter the size of the Earth, it was designed to be the ultimate in combat firepower, massive beyond imagining, and armed like nothing before, with a weapons loadout heavier than any deathstar, it was designed to be the ultimate in heavy support, and it was nearing completion.

DR. William Weaver, chief of development, was nervous, he'd been getting some bad intelligence from his guys, "bad" not in the quality iof the information, but in the nature, there was a mole in his staff, selling to not just one enemy nation, but any that could pay the price, and he had only three days to catch him in the act.

OOC: Anyone who likes may RP attempt to contact the mole, and acquire portions of the technology, or plans, for the Dahak class Globe I'm building.

In the mole's inbox, an email, routed through so many different servers as to be impossible to trace...

From: A concerned party
Subject: Battle-Globe

Our organization has heard that you may be offering this "Battle Globe" or it's technology up to those with the price to pay.

Name your price.

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A return address that is obviously a public email account (to provide anonymity to the senders) is posted in the email.

In the mole's inbox, an email, routed through so many different servers as to be impossible to trace...

From: A concerned party
Subject: Battle-Globe

Our organization has heard that you may be offering this "Battle Globe" or it's technology up to those with the price to pay.

Name your price.

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A return address that is obviously a public email account (to provide anonymity to the senders) is posted in the email.


Dr. Weaver has a hit, he knows who the mole is now, or at least, suspects with a reasonable degree of certainty, he starts to lay a trap, this traitor will not get away.

The mole, Kreuger is the only name he goes by, and that is a false one, is very careful about replying, he makes his statement non-commital, he knows they might be on to him, and that this may be a trap, he sends a request for a meet, he intends to watch from afar and send a minion to meet with the posdsible buyers. This rot runs deeper than Dr. Weaver will ever know...

The reply is emphatic: no personal meeting can be forthcoming due to security reasons. The buyer cannot risk even a remote possibility of being identified by MM security and counterespionage forces.

As such an account number is provided with a large amount of cash-- 500,000 credits-- as proof that the buyer is real. It also provides a secure line cutout for listening to the offer:

-what we want: full technical readouts on all Mini Miehm technolgoy

-what you get: 3 trillion credits total, with the first 300 billio being paid as a deposit and for the first set of data, with the rest of the money being paid per item transmitted

The reply is emphatic: no personal meeting can be forthcoming due to security reasons. The buyer cannot risk even a remote possibility of being identified by MM security and counterespionage forces.

As such an account number is provided with a large amount of cash-- 500,000 credits-- as proof that the buyer is real. It also provides a secure line cutout for listening to the offer:

-what we want: full technical readouts on all Mini Miehm technolgoy

-what you get: 3 trillion credits total, with the first 300 billio being paid as a deposit and for the first set of data, with the rest of the money being paid per item transmitted


Kreuger reluctantly goes wioth it, he has no choice, he's afraid that if he presses the issue he'll lose his buyer.

DR. Weaver is keeping a good eye on Kreugers decoy though, he has no idea that the true mole is his good friend, the Colonel of the guards.

The Empire had always been in the shadows, it was funny really that they hadnt been noticed. 2 systems taken by force and yet no one even knows the name, it how the Emperor liked it.
The Empire had spies all over the place, its networks spained into 100's of space nation with such ways to keep the whole thing secret. It had been that ways for years and for months the empire had been trying to get a spy into Mini Miehm but with no luck, maby the Black Hand was loseing its tutch on the universe.

Hellsing, the Aprentice to the Shadow Lord was head of the Black Hand and knew asmuch if not more then the Entire section.

A contact that she used (a crime lord really who pays her off) had informed her of this spy in the MM Research Sector and that he was selling infomation on the MM tech, it was a good chance she thought for a new spy to be made.

"Brvak do we have any Agents in the Mini Miehm empire or what ever the fuck its called?" she asked as she stood up and pocked her head out of the door.

"er...ya one i think, one of the CypherFrackers been there for the last month. Layed low for a long time working as a freelance programer, why?" a tall well built Clone Trooper Replyed.

"get him to contact the mole in the MM reseach sector get him to meet and recruit this mole. If he cant do that kill the Mole." she ordered.

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Virus Infection..........
System crash..........
Unknown Error.........
<.***Black Hand network system***.>
......Mole in MM research
......Pump for infomation pay off if need be
......Recruit as Agent
......Terminate if reject
<.End.>

System Reboot......
System Online.....


Mav hated it when BH contacted always pissed him off as it screwed with any Computer system that is connected to hims machine and makes it look like his machine was also infected. Ya ok it made shore he didnt get arrested or killed but it always screwed with his work.

"god dam it" he said out load as he copyed the Contact infomation onto disk and wiped it totaly from the system, turning on his other system and uploading that infomation in the laptop style computer.

============

Kreuger's computer suddenly scrwed up talking about viril infections and other shit and how systems all around were failing when suddenly his monitor started to get static.

Amoung all the Stactic a head apeared, male but bold with no realy fetures.


My friend, do not be alarmed im come about an offer. a Meet must take place contact infomation is in your locker. Come alone. Dont worrie about this the entire network and all connecting networks went down at the same time your machine looks just like theres just you have me.
Virus program terminate in 1 minute, all machines will restart all trace of this Programed AI will be gone attack will be traced to 14 different work stations this not being one of them.

End program


The Head that was speaking befor suddenly vanished as the Computer system restarted, the AI was right tho...all the systems did go down and come back just like that.


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OOC: MM its corpsacs new Puppet for FT. CorpSac got to strong and big and boring.

The Empire had always been in the shadows, it was funny really that they hadnt been noticed. 2 systems taken by force and yet no one even knows the name, it how the Emperor liked it.
The Empire had spies all over the place, its networks spained into 100's of space nation with such ways to keep the whole thing secret. It had been that ways for years and for months the empire had been trying to get a spy into Mini Miehm but with no luck, maby the Black Hand was loseing its tutch on the universe.

Hellsing, the Aprentice to the Shadow Lord was head of the Black Hand and knew asmuch if not more then the Entire section.

A contact that she used (a crime lord really who pays her off) had informed her of this spy in the MM Research Sector and that he was selling infomation on the MM tech, it was a good chance she thought for a new spy to be made.

"Brvak do we have any Agents in the Mini Miehm empire or what ever the fuck its called?" she asked as she stood up and pocked her head out of the door.

"er...ya one i think, one of the CypherFrackers been there for the last month. Layed low for a long time working as a freelance programer, why?" a tall well built Clone Trooper Replyed.

"get him to contact the mole in the MM reseach sector get him to meet and recruit this mole. If he cant do that kill the Mole." she ordered.

============



Mav hated it when BH contacted always pissed him off as it screwed with any Computer system that is connected to hims machine and makes it look like his machine was also infected. Ya ok it made shore he didnt get arrested or killed but it always screwed with his work.

"god dam it" he said out load as he copyed the Contact infomation onto disk and wiped it totaly from the system, turning on his other system and uploading that infomation in the laptop style computer.

============

Kreuger's computer suddenly scrwed up talking about viril infections and other shit and how systems all around were failing when suddenly his monitor started to get static.

Amoung all the Stactic a head apeared, male but bold with no realy fetures.



The Head that was speaking befor suddenly vanished as the Computer system restarted, the AI was right tho...all the systems did go down and come back just like that.


=====

OOC: MM its corpsacs new Puppet for FT. CorpSac got to strong and big and boring.
OOC: I was wondering what happened to you...

IC:

Kreuger was surprised to say the least, he had thought his decoy had everyone fooled... Apparently the sith were a bit more difficult to trick. Oh yes, he knew who it was that contacted him, and he knew all about the "Programmer" they had infiltrated into the country...

Looks like he's got no choice but to meet the guy.

Dr. Weaver was rather distressed by the system-wide crash earlier, but he was not too worried, the Sec. Chief had given them the all clear to get back to work after just a few minutes, and nothing was missing from the files, so he asn't too worried, after all, Kreuger was his best friend, he wouldn't betray them, would he?...

Kreuger retrieved the directions, took a Bead Pistol and ammo from the armory, and headed for the meet at the requested time.

OOC: MM can you give me a brif Description of the City/Town/Planet so that i can make my post right. Also tell me do you still cars or hovor cars etc just so i can get this post just right.

OOC: MM can you give me a brif Description of the City/Town/Planet so that i can make my post right. Also tell me do you still cars or hovor cars etc just so i can get this post just right.

OOC: It's a Station, Grendelsbane Dominion Shipyards, there are carts(think golfcarts, only more annoying and less fun to drive), but nothing bigger, and the meet would most likely occur at his favorite bar, or any area he frequents.

Mav sat in the conor of the bar programming away, he had recently been contracted by some Ship company in MM. It was a major one infact he was shore this company didnt even own a shipyard but he was asked to make a decent Nav program and it was something he was good at. IT may have payed less then the corporations and companys that ask him to create some sort of virus or system protection but he wasnt going to complain.


He waited for the "mole" who was already 15 minutes late and one thing mav hated was people being late. He sat looking at his Laptop, a beast of a machine even for this day and age. It was like a corporate Server but only the size of a laptop with such CPU power and RAM and god knows what elce in it.

He waited looking round, "where the fuck is this guy" he said.

"Eye 3, no contact" he heared in his ear.
"Eye 1, no contact" another voice said in his ear.
"eye 2, Contact" And then he smiled when he heared this female voice in his ear, so far so good he thought after all the Implants seemed to have gone unnoticed for nearly a year now.

He liked his spotters, general low lifes given the chance to do something bigger and look the part.

Mav sat in the conor of the bar programming away, he had recently been contracted by some Ship company in MM. It was a major one infact he was shore this company didnt even own a shipyard but he was asked to make a decent Nav program and it was something he was good at. IT may have payed less then the corporations and companys that ask him to create some sort of virus or system protection but he wasnt going to complain.


He waited for the "mole" who was already 15 minutes late and one thing mav hated was people being late. He sat looking at his Laptop, a beast of a machine even for this day and age. It was like a corporate Server but only the size of a laptop with such CPU power and RAM and god knows what elce in it.

He waited looking round, "where the fuck is this guy" he said.

"Eye 3, no contact" he heared in his ear.
"Eye 1, no contact" another voice said in his ear.
"eye 2, Contact" And then he smiled when he heared this female voice in his ear, so far so good he thought after all the Implants seemed to have gone unnoticed for nearly a year now.

He liked his spotters, general low lifes given the chance to do something bigger and look the part.

Kreuger walked in the bar, out of uniform he was still a rather imposing man, at just over 6 feet in height, and just under 200 pounds, he was lean and well built, in the mold of the ancient Wehrmact Oberkommando, he was cold and hard like the space he woerked in, unfortunately, he was also as greedy as a blackhole, and this technology could get him everything he wanted money wise.

Mav sat watching as Kreuger walked in, he wasnt impressed when the guy seemed to be built like a brick shit house. AS he watched a young human woman around 18-19 bumped into him, it looked as tho it was Kreuger's fault what Mav knew it wasnt.

The girl was Sash one of his sporters and was really good looking what helped when it came to chatting to the local men, as he watched her it seemed as nothing special had happened. In reality Mav also knew this was not true as at that moment Kreuger seemed to look in the direction of Mav.


"Dont stair" the girl said, "just play along ok" she hissed at him "belive me you dont want to piss us off with what we're offering". She spoke softly and quickly as he helped her off the floor were she had landed when she bumbed into him. He seemed to nod but she didnt care if he didnt play along he didnt get a meet so it was no skin of her noise.

"oh now you turn up your late you know that at lest you ran into me in both sences." she said at a normal level with a slightly sweeter voice, "get us a table i'll get the drinks god i hope your not like this at dinner. Late meeting my brother fucking hell" she turned away to go get the drink's "what scared to go over there yourself" she winked in a flity way.

Mav sat watching as Kreuger walked in, he wasnt impressed when the guy seemed to be built like a brick shit house. AS he watched a young human woman around 18-19 bumped into him, it looked as tho it was Kreuger's fault what Mav knew it wasnt.

The girl was Sash one of his sporters and was really good looking what helped when it came to chatting to the local men, as he watched her it seemed as nothing special had happened. In reality Mav also knew this was not true as at that moment Kreuger seemed to look in the direction of Mav.


"Dont stair" the girl said, "just play along ok" she hissed at him "belive me you dont want to piss us off with what we're offering". She spoke softly and quickly as he helped her off the floor were she had landed when she bumbed into him. He seemed to nod but she didnt care if he didnt play along he didnt get a meet so it was no skin of her noise.

"oh now you turn up your late you know that at lest you ran into me in both sences." she said at a normal level with a slightly sweeter voice, "get us a table i'll get the drinks god i hope your not like this at dinner. Late meeting my brother fucking hell" she turned away to go get the drink's "what scared to go over there yourself" she winked in a flity way.

"Sorry, I'll try to be more on time, I got caught up at the office." He sureptitiously checked his gun by acting like he was scratching himself, and headed for a table to wait.