| From: | Tim Skirvin <tskirvin@***.UIUC.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | And, the first party... |
| Date: | Tue, 15 Nov 1994 21:03:45 -0600 |
transcript of this thing...
+++++ Begin: Matrix Log (11-15-55)
(The scene is the Matrix. It looks like an ordinary, unsculptured
system. Pretty boring for a Matrix shot.)
(Voice Over) This is Quickling, and here's the log, as of the 15th.
(Time passes. And passes. The picture goes out for a time...)
(According to the time readout, it's been about half an hour.)
(A small screen appears in front of Quickling.)
(From screen) Quickling, we're about to hook it up...now!
(Quickling) Got it! YES! I'm going in...
(The screen disappears as a door appears. Quickling dives into the
door...)
(...and appears in another part of the Matrix. This again does not look
sculptured at all. There doesn't seem to be anything hooked up to it at
all, though.)
(Quickling) What the hell? I'm in, but there's nothing here...
(The screen reopens.)
(From screen) Sorry. We haven't hooked up the databases yet. This is
tough stuff, you know...and it's not easy while being attacked by a
bunch of bugs. Thank Wolf this place was mostly deserted...
(Quickling) Well, hurry it up. Time's short...
(Another gate opens.)
(Quickling) Alright! Good, Karak. I'm in now...
(Quickling enters the datastore. And begins to search.)
(Fifteen seconds later, she has found the information.)
(Quickling) Got it...check >ENCRYPTED<.
(From screen) Understood. Where there?
(Quickling) He's a...public relations specialist? What the hell?
(From screen) We'll find him, then. Now, let's get out of this UB
place, OK?
(Quickling) Understood. Out.
(The screen disappears. Quickling turns and exits the datastore, and
then the entire connection, as it disappears around her.)
(The picture shuts itself off.)
(The picture comes back on. The time shows it to be about an hour
later.)
(The screen again appears)
(From screen) Alright, we're in. If your cameras didn't catch it, we're
already taking losses...Max is dead.
(Quickling) I didn't catch it before. Dammit. I'm going in if I
can...find Solonus, and get the hell out of there.
(Karak) Understood. Out.
(Quickling, inside a new matrix connection, turns to a camera
connection, and starts to watch.)
(Through the camera bugs can be seen. LOTS of them. With a gesture the
camera view changes...and changes, and changes. Beyond your ability to
comprehend, the camera view inside the UB chapterhouse, hooked up by the
runners and unimpeded by much IC, scans the entire building.)
(Quickling) Scanning...scanning..scanning...
(The camera views keep changing...and suddenly stop.)
(Quickling) Found him! He's in Room #107, in the basement. Along with
a whole LOAD of civilians, guys...if you can manage to keep them alive,
it would be a Good Thing.
(Karak) Wait a second...how many do you see?
(Quickling) At least forty. I don't know what they're doing here...there
are HUNDREDS of bugs here, too. Come to think of it, you're NOT getting
'em out...
(Quickling suddenly freezes. And turns from the camera view...to see a
decker aiming a howitzer at her.)
(Quickling) FRAG! I'm under attack guys...
(Quickling ducks as the gun is fired. The shot goes just wide of her,
and hits the "camera".)
(Quickling) Who the hell are you?
(Decker) You enemy, of course. What are you doing in our system?
(The decker lines up the gun for another shot. In the mean time,
Quickling loads up what looks to be a ball of fire in front of her.)
(Decker) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
(Quickling) Saving my friend. If you're not going to help me, then get
the HELL out of here.
(As the decker fires another shot at Quickling, she fires off a ball of
fire back at him. Both hit each other square in the chest.)
(Decker) A friend? Right, mage. Like I believe you.
(Quickling) What do you expect, Mr? Why else would I be in Chicago at
all? Would you STOP firing at me, now?
(The decker, seriously wounded but still able to fire, lines up another
shot, and fires. And misses when a shield interposes itself.)
(Decker) No, I will not. You're getting out of here, there's too much
bad drek going on here for you. Trust me on that one.
(Quickling) SHUT THE FRAG UP! I'm finding Solon...
(Decker) (dropping his weapon entirely) Solonus?
(Quickling) Yes.
(Quickling fires a fireball at the decker. It hits him on his gun arm.)
(Decker) The elf?
(Quickling) Yes. The elf. What the frag do you want?
(Decker) Then let me introduce myself, mage. My name is Dron; I met
Solonus a month ago. He is with me here in this complex now. And we
want out.
(Quickling) You IDIOT! What do you fragging think I'm DOING! I'm
getting Solonus out of here...
(Dron) Then forgive me for past misdeeds.
(The decker suddenly disappears.)
(Quickling) <to screen> Just got attacked...by one of the people we're
getting out...drek!
(Karak) Then it's safe to proceed?
(Quickling) Go for it.
(Quickling returns to the injured camera view, and proceeds to watch the
actions. Over the next few minutes, an ork somehow enters the room,
contacts Solonus, and leaves. And, within minutes, Solonus also
leaves...and finds the ork.)
(Karak) Quickling, here he is. I'm putting him on...
(The screen changes a little.)
(Solonus) Quickling! You're getting me out!
(Quickling) Solonus! Oh god, oh god, you're alive! Frag, I've been
attempting to contact you for a month now...
(Solonus) I know it. Now, understand this. I came in with two
guys...Jack and Dron. You've already met Dron, I see...he's a decker of
some race I haven't figured out yet. Jack, though...he's a mage. And a
damned good one. We're getting him out. We're getting them both out.
(Quickling) If we can, we will.
(Solonus) Good. Can we get out any civilians? They're going to die
SOON, we'd better save 'em now if ever...
(Quickling) We can't. Yet. This is one of the main fragging bases,
Solonus...how'd you SURVIVE in this mess?
(Solonus) I'll explain later. Let's move out. I assume you have a plan
to get out of Chicago.
(Quickling) Yes. Of course.
(Solonus) Good. Then let's get the hell out of here.
(Quickling) Over and out, then. Talk to ya later, Sol.
(The screen fuzzes, and Karak reappears)
(Karak) We're going back out now. Let's move.
(Quickling) Go ahead.
(The screen fuzzes and dies. Quickling watches the camera for another
minute, and watches them leave.)
(Ten minutes later, the team is out, including the two friends of
Solonus. Amazingly, there were no fights..)
(Quickling) I'm out of here...time to do my damage.
(Quickling, her attack program still in effect, proceeds to start
blowing away the entire computer system. She releases combat viruses,
massive attack programs, worms, the works.)
(Two minutes later, she exits the system.)
(Quickling) Mission complete. Now, if Solonus gets back here alive,
I'll be fragging happy. Mission log ends.
+++++ Mission Log: End
Now, it's just a matter of waiting...they're on their way.]<<<<<
-- Quickling <21:02:47/11-15-55>
