Post by Jakob on May 31, 2013 2:10:00 GMT -4
(( While the following RP is going to determine the fate of our resident android and the status of the entire Stylus Corps as we know it, I'm thinking of doing an experiment with the way the RP will work.
I'm going to be running as the "Dungeon Master". You guys make your moves to different locations, or make actions and all that, and I describe the results of whatever decision- good or ill- that said actions bring. Take care in the decisions you make, consider potential consequences, and never underestimate even a single Stylus agent.
That being said, let's get this started. ))
((ALSO: Hunter, if you don't want to partake in this RP, there could be someone else who could snoop through your mail or something.))
((ALSO ALSO: Timeline-wise, this is taking place after Koith's assorted story arcs.))
Get extra information here: tremorton.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=ff1&action=display&thread=2969
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One chilly morning, with a light fog and dew covering the fresh lawns of Tremorton, it was an unassuming day- although it was days like these where aliens would make an attempt to crack the defences of the vigilant human-allied forces… or Skyway Patrol- whichever came first to hold the line.
By this morning in particular, it would be a while since the damage caused by the previous Cluster Invasion was completely repaired or covered over. Everything was quiet on account of the construction vehicles now in storage, ready for use in the event of another invasion. Out in the rest of the galaxy, however, that is another story… although the human race as a whole is too isolated to understand what was going on out there.
Outside Gene Wright’s front door sat a flat cardboard box hastily taped together. On the front of the box was an envelope addressed to one “Doctor Gene Wright.” The letter in the envelope would read as follows.
“Dear Dr. Wright:
The following package arrived in our mail in lieu of a return address- horribly taped together in a jumbled mess. Scans indicated that the only materials within were papers and ink typically found in a ball-point pen. The only scribbled writing on the box proper matched your address. We have determined there are no hazardous materials within- although the contents are weird to us. We took the liberty of making copies, and returned all original contents to the original package. Aside from the tape used to re-seal the package, nothing has been altered.
Although we have made an effort to read the contents. We are very concerned about the writer, and what he’s doing. We know it is Jakob, and our concern is mostly out of the fact that we have not received reports of any of his activities to speak of in the past few months. We encourage you to disclose any information you may have about this- if you have such information.
Sincerely,
Skyway Patrol Management
PS. The message mentions the attachment of coordinates. We could not decipher any coordinates- if there are any. Most of it appeared to be gibberish due to the garbage writing.”
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Under the Skyway Patrol letter was a scribbled-down address that matched the doctor’s own- although no name was provided.
Once opened, scraps of paper would fall out. It wouldn’t take long to get the scraps in the order they were meant to be read. The full thing read as follows:
Despite what the Skyway Patrol message implied, the writing was ultimately readable through and through. But then again, Gene is a doctor, and would technically be smarter and more observant than a pencil-pusher at Skyway Patrol.
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“Dr. Gerehn Twig
Never wrote a letter before- not one with a pencil and paper, anyway. Always digitally written via word processor, or through more efficient, encrypted language of computers specifically designed to communicate between machines such as myself or my assistant AI. Decided against using digital means to avoid risk of tracking. This parcel of data could make the difference between humanity’s survival and total abandonment by higher powers, wherein the species would become fair game. So far, this paragraph seems legible enough. Will get to the point.
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Despite ultimately differing opinions on overall individual function and the role of society in general, You are the only one outside of the general NCC relation that I can trust to do the right thing with a level head.
On this encrypted message of ink on paper scraps folded up in a crap envelope, you will find general coordinates to a base once used by the NCC until their dismantling by myself and those defectors loyal to “KPG” (and by connection, myself.) In that facility, all relevant information to Project Ultima has been secretly left by myself- acting on the last speck of altruist decency I have… as this is not what XJ-0 would have done…
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The intel is hidden on a notepad in a safe deep in the facility- an area no machine would ever think to go.
I hope you will (alone, or with a team) make it to the facility before Project Ultima is deployed. If it does, there will be a choice for the world to decide. It is a choice I am sure you may find appealing on some demented level, but would ultimately refuse all the same… unless I misunderstood your life methods entirely.
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At time of writing, it is close to the apotheosis of Project Ultima. I hope you- or the forces you trust- can secure humanity’s survival in lieu of the higher powers that once cared.
In Drawl We Trust - Integrated 1871, Capital, North by North-East.”
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((By the way, this is a puzzle.))
I'm going to be running as the "Dungeon Master". You guys make your moves to different locations, or make actions and all that, and I describe the results of whatever decision- good or ill- that said actions bring. Take care in the decisions you make, consider potential consequences, and never underestimate even a single Stylus agent.
That being said, let's get this started. ))
((ALSO: Hunter, if you don't want to partake in this RP, there could be someone else who could snoop through your mail or something.))
((ALSO ALSO: Timeline-wise, this is taking place after Koith's assorted story arcs.))
Get extra information here: tremorton.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=ff1&action=display&thread=2969
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One chilly morning, with a light fog and dew covering the fresh lawns of Tremorton, it was an unassuming day- although it was days like these where aliens would make an attempt to crack the defences of the vigilant human-allied forces… or Skyway Patrol- whichever came first to hold the line.
By this morning in particular, it would be a while since the damage caused by the previous Cluster Invasion was completely repaired or covered over. Everything was quiet on account of the construction vehicles now in storage, ready for use in the event of another invasion. Out in the rest of the galaxy, however, that is another story… although the human race as a whole is too isolated to understand what was going on out there.
Outside Gene Wright’s front door sat a flat cardboard box hastily taped together. On the front of the box was an envelope addressed to one “Doctor Gene Wright.” The letter in the envelope would read as follows.
“Dear Dr. Wright:
The following package arrived in our mail in lieu of a return address- horribly taped together in a jumbled mess. Scans indicated that the only materials within were papers and ink typically found in a ball-point pen. The only scribbled writing on the box proper matched your address. We have determined there are no hazardous materials within- although the contents are weird to us. We took the liberty of making copies, and returned all original contents to the original package. Aside from the tape used to re-seal the package, nothing has been altered.
Although we have made an effort to read the contents. We are very concerned about the writer, and what he’s doing. We know it is Jakob, and our concern is mostly out of the fact that we have not received reports of any of his activities to speak of in the past few months. We encourage you to disclose any information you may have about this- if you have such information.
Sincerely,
Skyway Patrol Management
PS. The message mentions the attachment of coordinates. We could not decipher any coordinates- if there are any. Most of it appeared to be gibberish due to the garbage writing.”
- - -
Under the Skyway Patrol letter was a scribbled-down address that matched the doctor’s own- although no name was provided.
Once opened, scraps of paper would fall out. It wouldn’t take long to get the scraps in the order they were meant to be read. The full thing read as follows:
Despite what the Skyway Patrol message implied, the writing was ultimately readable through and through. But then again, Gene is a doctor, and would technically be smarter and more observant than a pencil-pusher at Skyway Patrol.
---
“Dr. Gerehn Twig
Never wrote a letter before- not one with a pencil and paper, anyway. Always digitally written via word processor, or through more efficient, encrypted language of computers specifically designed to communicate between machines such as myself or my assistant AI. Decided against using digital means to avoid risk of tracking. This parcel of data could make the difference between humanity’s survival and total abandonment by higher powers, wherein the species would become fair game. So far, this paragraph seems legible enough. Will get to the point.
-
Despite ultimately differing opinions on overall individual function and the role of society in general, You are the only one outside of the general NCC relation that I can trust to do the right thing with a level head.
On this encrypted message of ink on paper scraps folded up in a crap envelope, you will find general coordinates to a base once used by the NCC until their dismantling by myself and those defectors loyal to “KPG” (and by connection, myself.) In that facility, all relevant information to Project Ultima has been secretly left by myself- acting on the last speck of altruist decency I have… as this is not what XJ-0 would have done…
-
The intel is hidden on a notepad in a safe deep in the facility- an area no machine would ever think to go.
I hope you will (alone, or with a team) make it to the facility before Project Ultima is deployed. If it does, there will be a choice for the world to decide. It is a choice I am sure you may find appealing on some demented level, but would ultimately refuse all the same… unless I misunderstood your life methods entirely.
-
At time of writing, it is close to the apotheosis of Project Ultima. I hope you- or the forces you trust- can secure humanity’s survival in lieu of the higher powers that once cared.
In Drawl We Trust - Integrated 1871, Capital, North by North-East.”
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((By the way, this is a puzzle.))