Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170919014737/@comment-29564364-20171121125352

(After this reply, Alpha-493's part is pretty much done until daylight too.)

After a long walk along the shore of several kilometers, I come to an halt and turn to face the ocean. At the sudden stop of the rocking motion, Tienna wakes up. "We're there?" she yawns.

Alpha: "Yeah, it should be here. Alright, and off you go." I say, put the girl down.

Tienna: "Why did you have to go that far, though?" She asks as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

Alpha: "After what happened to the Trieste and what they attempted to do to Lescatie, I wanted to make sure to stay off their radars. And Gwen was supposed to teleport us back too, but since she and Matt left us behind, we'll have to fly there." I explain as I turn on my sole thrusters and take off towards the horizon while Tienna vanishes into a thin cloud of dust.

[WIP]

Once the decryption algorithm is done running, granting my access to the prison's servers, I crack my fingers and get my hands to work on the keyboard.

Alpha-2947: "I'm heading straight to the archives, where the blueprints usually are." I say, searching through the folders, "Meanwhile, try and find me something juicy."

N.I.G.E.L.: "Any specifics in mind?"

Alpha-2947: "Copy and download all protected files you come across, then compile them in increasing order of security level. We'll take care of the decryption and analysis later. The rogue security should cover us, but be careful not to get caught nonetheless."

N.I.G.E.L.: "That's certainly more specific. Launching server scan for encrypted files."

A few dozens of keystrokes later, my search comes to an end when I find and folder labeled "Plans," of which I copy and download the integrity in less time than it takes to say "Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfe­schlegel­stein­hausen­berger­dorff­welche­vor­altern­waren­gewissen­haft­schafers­wessen­schafe­waren­wohl­gepflege­und­sorg­faltig­keit­be­schutzen­vor­an­greifen­durch­ihr­raub­gierig­feinde­welche­vor­altern­zwolf­hundert­tausend­jah­res­voran­die­er­scheinen­von­der­erste­erde­mensch­der­raum­schiff­genacht­mit­tung­stein­und­sieben­iridium­elek­trisch­motors­ge­brauch­licht­als­sein­ur­sprung­von­kraft­ge­start­sein­lange­fahrt­hin­zwischen­stern­artig­raum­auf­der­suchen­nach­bar­schaft­der­stern­welche­ge­habt­be­wohn­bar­planeten­kreise­drehen­sich­und­wo­hin­der­neue­rasse­von­ver­stand­ig­mensch­lich­keit­konnte­fort­pflanzen­und­sicher­freuen­an­lebens­lang­lich­freude­und­ru­he­mit­nicht­ein­furcht­vor­an­greifen­vor­anderer­intelligent­ge­schopfs­von­hin­zwischen­stern­art­ig­raum, Senior."

Alpha-2947: "Create a 2D and 3D model of the place form the structural data I'm sending you."

N.I.G.E.L.: "I took the liberty to indicate #3956's current location."

Alpha-2947: "Talking about him... Hey, Houdini, I've got your plans. Did you take care of the guards?"

Alpha-3956: '''Yes, but I can't really talk right now. I'm kinda stuck between two mountains.'''

Alpha-2947: "Are they soft at least?"

Alpha-3956: '''That's the least of my worries at the moment! .....Yes.'''

Alpha-2947: "Great!" I chuckle at the expected response, "Do whatever, but just make sure I didn't risk getting caught hacking into their servers for nothing."

Alpha-3956: '''Will do... Or at least try.'''

Alpha-2947: "Well. Just tell me once you're out of that one too."

Alpha-3956: Roger.

On those words, the communication ends and I go back to scanning the hologram when I notice something off.

Alpha-2947: "Hmmm... That's weird..."

N.I.G.E.L.: "What is?"

Alpha-2947: "There's an elevator at the end of that hallway, but it doesn't lead anywhere according to the plans."

N.I.G.E.L.: "I was obliged to make do with the missing data."

Alpha-2947: "Missing data, you say?"

N.I.G.E.L.: "Yes. It seems the files corresponding to B-1 of wing H were part of the encrypted files, and so, were treated as asked."

Alpha-2947: "If they protected the plans of that specific floor, there's obviously is something down there that they don't want to be discovered."

N.I.G.E.L.: "Do you want me to decrypt it now?"

Alpha-2947: "That would be helpful." As N.I.G.E.L. attempts to run the same decryption algorithm, an error screen pops on my interface. "Try another one." He executes and I suddenly find myself surrounded by two more dozens of the same message, each stating the failure of a different algorithm. "NONE?! A foreign coding language perhaps?"

N.I.G.E.L.: "No. I can confirm that the code is indeed written in the standard coding language for the Earth of this universe. The problem appears to be an entity of unknown nature."

Alpha-2947: "Now things are getting interesting..." I say, closing the windows crowding my interface, "Looks like we'll have to take a look at this in person. And when I say "we," I mean #3956. For the time being, copy that lock and send it to #493."

[Done]