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Knox
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Posted - 19/05/2003 : 21:16:46

Sara Connor doveva fare in fretta , se da un lato aveva il vantaggio momentaneo di essere invisibile ai loro occhi, e un pò di tempo per riflettere sulla situazione, dall'altro non aveva niente con cui curare la propria ferita.
Era stata attaccata vicino alla grande Torre d'Energia non appena ne avevano avuto l'occasione.
Possibile che le forze dell'impero non erano state in grado di fermarli ? Disponevano dei mezzi necessari per abbatterli, di questo Sara ne era sicura, ma qualcosa era andato storto.
Ed ora se ne stava lì, rinchiusa in quella vecchia postazione di smistamento e approviggionamento dati, senza sapere veramente cosa fare ! E per di più con una piccola ma pericolosa bruciatura al collo.
Maledetti !!! Miravano sempre alla testa ! Di solito non sbagliavano mai il colpo, questa volta però la vicinanza con la Torre d'Energia, l'aveva salvata grazie alle sue emanazioni costanti di onde elettromagnetiche che, non si sapeva come, alteravano il loro sofisticato sistema di puntamento. Sapeva di non avere molto tempo a disposizione, ma si ritrovò a pensare a suo padre.

A questo punto potete (se volete), cancellare le vostre reply.
Scusate ancora ...!

Edited by - knox on 20/05/2003 19:44:09

Edited by - knox on 21/05/2003 20:59:35

DarKlaus
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Posted - 19/05/2003 : 22:35:42

Mi sembra strano leggere questo topic non per il contenuto ma per la fama del sito... mi sa che è difficile trovare qualcuno che non lo conosca. Io vi sconsiglierei di guardarlo anche se avete lo stomaco forte. Io ce ne ho abbastanza ma francamente se posso evitare non vedo perchè dover andare su un sito del genere.

E ciò che mi spaventa non è tanto la mia pazzia quanto la mia lucidità nell'esser pazzo...

Gattissimo
Fan

Posted - 20/05/2003 : 00:15:04

Risposta editata

Interessante il racconto... 'spetta che ti faccio vedere cosa sto scrivendo io per un sito su un videogioco che si chiama Hardwar (spero che tu conosca bene l'inglese):

Rob Laintrace had always been a good, faithful Skinner. However, when an InTech follower offered him $30.000 to steal a secret project from his gang's headquarters, he couldn't resist... He would finally be able to ditch his old, battered SilverY and get something decent to fly! Trading it in, he could get some nice equipment, too...
He exited the main computer room with the disk containing the data that was required from him... but he was curious. Curiosity was what had gotten him into a lot of trouble in his life, but he still trusted his instinct. Instead of going to the hangar, he headed for the mess, picking up his portable computer from his locker along the way.
As he had hoped, the mess was deserted: everybody was asleep.
He fired up his computer, and inserted the disk with the data he had extracted from the main computer with the password InTech had given him. Another password was required to access it, of course. But he had some friends who passed with computers a lot of their free time... and one of them worked for Titan's computer security organization. He started the password cracker he had been given, and waited.

He woke up with a start as his computer beeped: the cracker had done its job, and the data was now accessible.
He had just started to randomly browse through the folders, when he heard somebody coming. He put the computer in sleep mode, and pretended to be asleep himself... which wasn't difficult, as he hadn't slept for sixteen hours straight out of nervousness. Footsteps, then a voice:
-What the hell are you doing here?
It was that new guy, Dan Cobber... Tobber... whatever, he had only been here for a day or two and nobody really knew him yet.
-Oh, hi... I was catching up on some work... You know, projects to install a new cleaner bot in the hangar... Nothing terribly useful. I must have fallen asleep.
-Working at this hour of the night? You gotta be insane! I'm getting something to drink, I can't sleep...
"Don't stay here, go away! Take your damn drink and get the fuck away!" Rob was thinking. Instead, he made a nice smile, and said:
-Yeah, well, I'm very tired... I'll stay here five more minutes and then I'll go to sleep, too.
-Goodnight, then... See ya tomorrow!
"Yeah, right", thought Rob, as he waited for the other man to go out.
After a painfully long time spent rummaging in the fridge, Dan picked up a big bottle of something of a deep red colour and, taking a deep chug, walked out of the mess.
At last free to wake up his computer, Rob resumed what he was doing before the interruption. He randomly scrolled the contents of the folders... They seemed just stats, numbers, scientific drawings... nothing immediately understandable. But he had a hunch there had to be something else... he couldn't have been promised so much money for a bunch of graphs.
Just as he was about to give up, he saw what seemed like a 3D project... He opened the file, and watched as a complex threedimensional drawing took form on his screen, piece by piece. It was a net of tunnels, caves and weird looking domes, with a description for every major part of it.
At first he couldn't understand what it all was, until he unzoomed the 3d rendering and saw where the whole thing was set: the water reserve in the reservoir crater.
As a picture of what had happened there two days ago flashed in his mind, he panicked, turned off the computer, took the disk out and was about to smash it to pieces... Then he remembered who wanted that data, and the potential monetary value of what he had in his hand became clear to him.
Those were the plans for the Violet wrath's home. Whoever had them could know the entire structure of the place, and exploit its weaknesses to mount a strong, decisive surprise attack.
Hell, no wonder InTech wanted to lay its hands on that...
But now he knew. He could ask much more than 30 grands. If InTech wanted to have it, he would ask them at the very least a million. He put the disk back in its protective cover, and headed for the hangar.

On the top of the fridge, where it had climbed from Dan's hat, the small spiderlike microdroid retracted its zoom lens and transmitted an encrypted data packet to its controller, outside the building. Then it used a small jet of compressed air to propel itself to the ceiling, where it hanged for a second on its hooked legs. Then it moved upside down until it was above the exit door, and waited for Rob to pass. It let itself fall down, and started transmitting a locator beacon.

Unaware of the tiny guest hanging on his shirt, Rob walked through the walkway that would lead him to the hangar. Guards patrolled the walkways near the hangar, and every now and then he would run into one. The disk in his pocket seemed to weigh a ton and adrenaline had cancelled out the sleep, but he kept feigning tiredness and boredom. At last he stepped into the big storage warehouse. He was just one door away from the hangar and his moth, but in here guards were everywhere, even at such a late hour: security was important where unknown pilots could land freely. Many big cargo crates were stacked in piles throughout the warehouse, and a large automated cargo trolley coming from the hangar was carrying in another one. He walked some fifty meters to the hangar door, and slid his keycard in the lock.
It buzzed, and a red "access denied" sign lit up. He started sweating, but managed to conceal his nervousness and retried. Another buzz, and the sign lit up again. He swore, cleaned the card with a handkerchief, and tried once again. This time, an alarm started beeping, and a computerized voice said "warning: attempt at unauthorized access". Guards started to walk toward him, but before they could come close the big cargo crate that had just been carried in by the trolley burst open in a cloud of dust.
From it emerged a black, metallic monstrosity, which shook itself free of the remains of the crate and straightened out.
The attack droid was a sight to behold: velociraptor-like, sleek and lethal, with metal scythes protruding from many parts of its two meter tall body, a tail capable of breaking in two a twenty-centimeter-thick armored bar and two short arms, ending one in a flechette rifle and the other in a scaled down laser cannon.
It turned on a laser sight and pointed it at Rob's heart... The man, immoblized by fear, could only look at the flechette rifle arm, as the droid raised it and pointed it at him.
But the guards were faster, and started shooting. The droid paused, his armor protecting him from the bullets and energy bolts, and took a moment to acquire all the targets. Taking advantage of the droid momentarily not thinking about him, Rob threw himself behind a metal storage cabinet on his right, and peered through an air vent on its side at what was going on. The droid moved the laser sight on the three nearest guards unbelievably quickly, and the rifle shot three times. Three helmets rolled on the floor, the heads they were protecting punctured by half-millimeter-thick metal flechettes. The rest of the security guards either threw themselves behind obstacles, or ran for dear life. The droid jumped on a cargo crate, and shot its rifle some more times at a metal bench. A scream and a thud, and the guard hiding behind it was dead. Then, ignoring incoming fire, the droid produced an antenna, lifted itself on its big legs and started scanning the area.
Rob had never been so scared in his life, but his militarily trained mind kept carefully analizing what the big machine was doing. It had obviously reacted to incoming fire, but now it was ignoring the guards that were shooting it, as if it had something more important to do. It was looking for something, or someone. This was when he noticed an emblem on the thing's head: a violet flame. It was from Violet wrath, and it was looking for him. Fear paralyzed him again, as the droid looked his way, lowered his head, readied his weapons and lunged.
It landed two metres from him and smashed the storage cabinet with a tail swing. Rob ran for his life, but there was nowhere to hide: the nearest large object (a crate) was at least fifteen meters from him. The hangar door was nearer, but it was closed and he didn't have access. And even if he did, he could never open it before being hit. Sure enough, the droid shot again and hit him in the leg. He fell, screaming in pain, knowing there was nothing else he could do to save himself, as the killer machine walked up to him and readied its tail for the finishing blow... but as it was about to do so, an explosive grenade slammed in its side. The detonation lifted the droid in the air, and slammed it hard against the hangar door. Rob didn't wait to see what was of the droid and started limping as fast as he could for the nearest cargo crate. He reached it just in time to see the droid emerge from the smoke cloud. It, too, was limping: a leg had been damaged and the flechette rifle arm crushed so bad it had detached from the body. In its place were now some torn, sparking wires. But the machine didn't seem to care too much about the amputation: a small missile rack sprung up from its shoulder, and a missile rocketed in the direction the grenade had come. It exploded, guards screamed, and the detonation sent pieces of debris everywhere. Then the service door opened, and more soldiers came in: somebody had called reinforcements. As the droid opened up on the newcomers with its laser, Rob saw through the now clearing smoke his chance for escape: when it was hit, the droid had smashed against the hangar door so hard it had busted it clean of its hinges. He checked to see the droid wasn't directing its destructive attention to him, and started running as fast as his injured leg would allow him. After a seemingly endless time, he reached the passage... just as the droid had finished dealing with the reinforcements. He stammered through the doorway, and hit the big red emergency button which activated the fire alarm. A fire siren turned on, but more importantly the big blast doors between the hangar and the storage warehouse started closing. "Too slowly", he thought: the things weren't meant to snap shut in a second, and they were taking their time. He peered through the doorway, only to see the droid quickly limping in his direction. He retracted his head just in time to avoid a laser bolt.
He thought "Damn, if I get out of this I'm going to get whoever build that droid and stick a riot gun up his ass", while angrily pushing the fire alarm button, as it would make the blast doors close more quickly. At last, with a loud clang, they did... He let out a sigh of relief, and turned his attention at what to do now. He could try to somehow destroy that droid, but the most likely outcome of that course of action certainly was his death. Or he could escape with his moth, which was certainly a better idea. While he was serching his pockets for the key to his SilverY, a loud bang made him jump: the droid had not been defeated yet, and was now attacking the blast door. Another bang, and there was a slight dent in it. Still another one, and the dent became larger. At last he found the keys and ran to his moth. He unlocked the canopy and was strapping himself in when a tremor shook the building.
"This is not the droid", he thought, and powered up the vehicle's systems. As the old onboard computer completed its checks, the dent in the blast door became a small hole. Another tail swing made the hole larger, and the droid kept hitting until it was large enough to shoot through.
Another, stronger tremor shook the building, and dust and small concrete pieces of the roof started falling down. Asking himself what the hell was happening, Rob quickly hit the launch button just as the droid stuck its laser arm through the hole in the door, and started pelting the moth with laser bolts... but failing to penetrate the shields.
The vehicle lifted off and entered the airlock, and as the door closed the droid knew its mission had failed. It sent the appropriate message to its controller, and started overloading its energy core.
As his moth went through the airlock, Rob breathed a sigh of relief: he had made it!
The outer airlock opened, and he shoved the throttle lever to full speed. Despite the small engine, the moth lurched forward... straight into the path of a falling Neo Tiger. Rob quickly braked and swerved, managing to avoid the flaming, doomed moth for less than a meter.
-What the hell!-, he screamed, but the words froze in his mouth: all over the crater a big battle was taking place. Skinner forces were being engaged by swallows bearing a violet flame emblem on their wings, and by other, much smaller flying machines which looked like nothing more than a cannon with wings and an engine. Fear had him again: his struggle to save his life was definitely not over. He maneuvered frantically to avoid becoming a target himself, and thought about going back to the hangar: with his moth's guns, he might have a better chance against that droid than against the combat moths out here. Just as he started the approach maneuver, a fiery fireball shot out of the airlock, blasting the doors a long distance away and demolishing the entire hangar entrance.
-Fuck! - he screamed. - What now? What do I do now!?
He didn't have time to think: the computer warned him that someone had targeted him. He set the throttle on full, dropped some chaffs to confuse enemy sensors, dodged another flaming Skinner moth and quickly had a look at the navigation computer. The battle was going on in the whole crater, but there was an area with a lesser concentration of enemy forces. He moved his moth's nose that way, and kept wildly maneuvering in an attempt to avoid incoming fire. One of the flying cannons was following him: after a look at the target screen, he saw his intuition was right. They were small pods with wings, most likely containing nothing more than a laser cannon, an engine and some kind of drone control system.

Per capirla bisogna aver giocato a quel gioco... Ma anche senza averlo fatto è un bel po' di roba. E pensa che la cosa era nata come risposta in un forum!

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