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BattleKrome
-BGC nut
-DTP nut
-Coco nut
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ICQ: 11725884
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("Alan" means "precious/noble". Stop
laughing.)
I cannot, sorry
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"Five sacred laws. I've broken four of them myself.
I'd of broken the fifth but there are no sheep aboard."
<Dave Lister from Red Dwarf>
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"Man is he ticked. I wouldn't want to be me right now
but I don't have a choice"
< Goku from DBZ>
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Priss: "Whatever I drank to have this dream,
I've got to remember to try it again."
by Adrian Tymes
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Or not to be that is the question before the bench
For the less traveled is paved with good intentions
>From whose dark bore no traveler returns
It is a far far better thing that Christmas morn
For tomorrow is another day
A shot rang out, the shot heard round the world,
suddenly guns to the left of me guns to right of me
<Miss Ayumi from Project A-Ko>
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yudenakya nama-BIIRU
*if i don't boil it, it's still draft beer
<from Dragon Half ending song, Watashi no Tamagoyaki>
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Singularity Tokyo
By Battlekrome
Chapter 1
I suppose I should start from the beginning. Everything
happened when I was in my early twenties, just after what became
known as the Decade of the Knight Sabers.
My name is Aika Nanako. I am a hacker of some reputation.
Even been hired on occasion by some companies to redo their ice.
My net handle of Daishi suits me. The number of viruses that I have
spawned is impressive. Some of the buggers are so good that you
really have to work at it to get infected files cleaned. My main play
for viruses is those that will down a computer. If you remember a
while back, there was a large shutdown of all computers in two
sections of town. Seems that all of those people had gotten infected
with my virus. Nothing lost really. My mean streak is not that wide
if you know what I mean. Mischief is funnier and doesn't get all
those nasty government people after ya. Most of my viruses are one
shots or they only do little things. Mostly they are "ha ha, I got past
your security".
When the grapevine passed on an IP that was offering
money and possible long-term employment to anyone who could
crack the server. Couple of well-known hackers had tried already.
No one had so far cracked it. Most of them had tried every cracker
in their repertoire and still failed. Brute force didn't seem to work.
Finesse on the other hand might work, and that's what I'm good at.
Like all hacks, it helps to do your homework. Various books on
most commonly used OS's helps as well.
Checking out the base site with a trumped up web browser.
Only if you cracked it, would you get an interview. It seemed like a
custom job for the OS; otherwise, it was a cracked version that had
been heavily altered for security and hardware restrictions. Usually
sites like these have ftp access and such for file transfer and such.
Checking the IP in my FTP client led to the usual errors.
Surprisingly, the error wasn't no FTP site found but more along the
lines of password not accepted. "Hrmm" I said. Usually a site's FTP
access was slightly more secure. Checking some of the more
common passwords, I was in. Looking around the site revealed the
website itself, the pictures used on it, and another file folder called
trace.
To be on the safe side, I checked my ice. It looked like that
I could do with a version upgrade or two. To do that would take at
least two hours downtime. Oh well. Logging off the net both
physically and electronically. I worked in a few trace busters and a
new section of code I had found while trying to hack a friend's
computer. Mostly my ice upgrades were implemented into my
spoofing and such routine codes that would make me stealthier.
Spike programs and such to nail trace programs and a couple other
nasty programs.
Logging back on to the net, I went and checked the BBS
and some of the IRC hacker channels. No one else had found
anything with the FTP way. No one had cracked the password, that
intrigued me. Checking out the other's progress enticed me to try
again at the FTP.
Deciding to go for maximum stealth before trying the FTP
route again, I logged off and switched the phone line to the
secondary one I had then began the log on procedure. This took
awhile due to the sheer number of routes, callbacks and bounces.
Finally I was logged on and running in high stealth mode. This
basically made me untraceable to anyone without a dedicated Cray
4 to number crunch back to my location. Loading up my FTP client
I logged back onto the FTP site. Checking around with a searcher
in the client. I found something I had missed before a concealed
directory tree. Now I had access to the entire server hard drive.
Checking my computers extra hard drive for space, I found I had
enough to fit the entire server hard drive onto one of them. With a
quick command, I began downloading the entire server's contents
to the spare hard drive. With 20 minutes left of download, I loaded
out a tracking program to check for incoming traces. Checking I
found a trace working it's way down the list of bounces and such.
The time read 15 min to completion of trace. Checking the trace
location I found that it itself was spoofed. Setting Ice-Spectre anti-
trace program on it. Ice-Spectre was a program I had coded early in
my career as a hacker. I had found my hacker buddies could trace
me way to easily. So to live up to my handle I made a program to
trace back the trace then set the computer to blue screen and make
it impossible to reset or turn off with out actually yanking out the
power plug or net access line. The nasty part of the program was
the person still thought they were tracing but the time to trace
would slow and then stop five minutes after it hit. Five minutes
later, bang target hit, time to reactivation ten minutes. That meant
they had a half decent trace program active. Most trace programs
stop dead and aren't noticed for a couple minutes. There the
download was complete. Firing a Nuke along the line to knock out
the computer gave me the precious seconds of disconnect time I
needed.
I always disconnect physically from the net when I log of
due to all sorts of nasty remote activation programs that are out
there. My virus programs usually are the type that requires large
destruction of hard drive space to clean them out. My anti-viral
programs are much more efficient. Modeled after viruses
themselves they mimic all the known viruses and disinfect from
there. More or less it has infected my entire hard drive and won't let
any other virus take any of its territory. The upside is I can remote
access my computer from nearly any location. The problem is so
can anyone else who know the access codes. Being paranoid as
most hackers are I encode and physically disconnect when I feel I
need to. Which is usually most of the times when I'm not actively
on-line.
After I got fully off and disconnected. I decided to see what
was on this mysterious server. Using one of my spare hard drives I
copied all the data that was on to the server to a separate hard
drive. Then disconnected my old hard drive and booted up the new
one. As it loaded up I gasped as I recognized the logo on the load
up splash, the Knight Sabers! I didn't prompt for a password at the
end of the load so I assumed it was unprotected from their end
when they booted up. They might have a bios password but that
didn't enable it on my machine. Giving the OS a once over I
realized not only this was a custom job but a good one. Then a
media player popped and started playing.
"If you are listening to this, then you have cracked our server.
Congratulations. As you probably have guessed by now our
organization is none other than the Knight Sabers." I whistled as I
realized that they might be recruiting new Knight Sabers "To
contact us just follow the instructions in the 'Read this' folder. Be
sure to follow them exactly." Wait, a sec. I recognized that voice.
That's it, RHC's voice. Now it clicked into place all those times on
IRC and such. No wonder RHC hated Genom. I wonder which
Saber they were. Now lets check these directions. Just directions to
a pay phone and a number to call at the pay phone.
Author Notes:
Well another fanfic started when will this end when will I write
more of what I should?? Also a different style and POV. Go figure.
For those who don't know most of the net terms don't worry they
were only used in this chapter. I hope.
Translations for those who need them
Daishi - Great Death
IRC - Internet relay chat
OS - operating system, Like Windows (yech)
BBS - billboard system
FTP - file transfer protocol
Anything email for answers and RHC is a acronym.