I’ll continue to update my play sessions for my loyal 6-7 readers…you never know if the 7 of you decide to buy a copy of the game it might make its creator happy. Crescent Chimera is the publisher/creator guru. Go and support her. I’m so surprised that I am enjoying this solo experience so much.
Tristan had just helped the two Medusa Sector Hackers to get their virus downloaded and gained favor with the faction. As a matter of payment for her help the hackers installed the Nightmr_Key into an empty slot in Tristan’s memory panel. When she slept, she saw a vision of the Master Hacker. The faceless leader of the Medusa Sector. This person showed Tris a vision of what was once possible in the Cybersphere—a descendent of our internet—and what the Medusa Sector wanted to restore. When she awoke Tris found that a third Hack—the Javelin—had been installed into her remaining memory slot. She also had access via HUD/augmented reality to several available Medusa Sector missions. At least for the time being she had joined the MS faction. Earlier, one of the hackers—Cassius—had called her the chosen one and what not to restore the Cybersphere. His business partner, Silas didn’t buy into destiny. The third hacker, the old robot called Cinnamon was silent on the issue.
After the hackers departed and with nothing more to do on the research station, The crew of The Whisper of the Void traveled onward to Sector 36 and the Ecumenopolis Planet, Yggradasil as Condor wanted, leaving Medusa Sector missions on the backburner for now. Ecumenopolis planets are abandoned high-tech cities full of nothing but urban sprawl. We touched down the ship in an alleyway full of winding streets. Tristan picked up what may have been a distress signal coming from one of the buildings. It was broadcast over and over on a loop and there was no way of telling how long ago the distress signal was activated. Tris and Condor made their way to the building.
It was easy enough for them to get inside. The entire area was abandoned from the streets they navigated all the way to the lobby. Everything looked to be pristine, and the neon lights and commercial broadcasts continued for an audience that no longer existed. Upon entering the office building it was apparent that it was in a state of lockdown. The stairwells were blocked and the elevators non-functioning. Tris spotted a blinking cursor on one of the kiosks and an audio recording blared informing the staff/customers that a data breach was in progress, but the culprit was sequestered. The message expressed in a monotone way how important the staff/customers were to the company and how the threat would be neutralized in an efficient manner. That message looped with accompanying Muzak until Condor shut it off.
The three of us couldn’t find a way to overcome the security measures. Finally, Condor was able to boost Tris up into the old air ducts Die Hard style. From there Trin was able to climb up to a different floor and access the elevator shaft. She climbed further and caught sight of an automated robot called a Titan that seemed to be systematically searching the floors for the person(s) responsible for the data breach. She was nearly spotted and decided to crawl back down the elevator shaft to the top of the elevator car which had been locked down in the lobby. These acrobatics were easy enough for her to do, but from the inside of the elevator she could not figure a way to hotwire it and get things started. She called for Condor who was still covering the lobby. He was able to talk her through the delicate operation and popped open the door. I wished I could have helped, but I don’t know anything about elevators and manipulating much more than our communications seems out of my skill set, so another point for Condor. Why is he always in the way!!
We made our way up to the roof of the building assuming the distress message must have come from the highest point. As we made our way up, I picked up another voice. It was the Titan itself. It made an offer to Tristan to join it and help the Synth Arch by stopping the hacker. We were neutral on the matter at first as we weren’t even sure if the data thief was even here or alive. Upon exiting the elevator on the rooftop, we spotted a young man with long green hair dressed in leather. He was very thin and nervous looking, but relieved to see us. The decision of rather to help him or the titan was swayed in favor of the young man—whose name was Salem—when Tris spotted the familiar tattoo of the Medusa on his forearm.
My rival Condor is in the picture. I want him to be Space Sheamus.
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