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icequeen_aran, things_go_boom, pedaltothemetal, pkmachomega, noheroesinwar
What: TIME TO FIND METAL GEAR REX but what else will be found?
Where: ALASKA
When: DATE FLEXIBLE; let's say December 21st for now.
Warnings: Lash, Bounty Hunters, Alaskan Wolf Dogs and so forth.
Samus had had it. She was frustrated. She was aggravated. After months of searching, she still couldn't find Metal Gear REX. Granted, several of those months were riddled with interruptions like tiki island curses and the usual teaching job grind, but I digress.
REX was easily not the biggest threat out there, but at this point it had become a war of attrition on her patience and perhaps her pride too. What kind of bounty hunter could she call herself if she couldn't hunt down walking tank armed with nuclear weapons? Even the slippery local murder had somehow still eluded everyone's sights, including hers. REX was easily four stories tall--something like that shouldn't be too hard to miss. It was once somewhere very close to the Smash Academy, so where could it of possibly gone?
Otacon knew. Or... the old Otacon knew. Samus had been stubbornly resisting going to Otacon for help but was running out of options and clues.
Her recent spat with Falcon, (while currently resolved... for the most...) had her favoring less friendly and lawful methods of information retrieval. Falcon wanted her to stay away from Otacon? Fine. Sure. She wouldn't go directly to Otacon, even if the scientist was her best and only lead.
Samus hunkered down at her computer, fingers swiftly typing away. She was going to hack into Otacon's computer and take what she needed instead.
With any luck, he'd never know about it either.
icequeen_aran, things_go_boom, pedaltothemetal, pkmachomega, noheroesinwarWhat: TIME TO FIND METAL GEAR REX but what else will be found?
Where: ALASKA
When: DATE FLEXIBLE; let's say December 21st for now.
Warnings: Lash, Bounty Hunters, Alaskan Wolf Dogs and so forth.
Samus had had it. She was frustrated. She was aggravated. After months of searching, she still couldn't find Metal Gear REX. Granted, several of those months were riddled with interruptions like tiki island curses and the usual teaching job grind, but I digress.
REX was easily not the biggest threat out there, but at this point it had become a war of attrition on her patience and perhaps her pride too. What kind of bounty hunter could she call herself if she couldn't hunt down walking tank armed with nuclear weapons? Even the slippery local murder had somehow still eluded everyone's sights, including hers. REX was easily four stories tall--something like that shouldn't be too hard to miss. It was once somewhere very close to the Smash Academy, so where could it of possibly gone?
Otacon knew. Or... the old Otacon knew. Samus had been stubbornly resisting going to Otacon for help but was running out of options and clues.
Her recent spat with Falcon, (while currently resolved... for the most...) had her favoring less friendly and lawful methods of information retrieval. Falcon wanted her to stay away from Otacon? Fine. Sure. She wouldn't go directly to Otacon, even if the scientist was her best and only lead.
Samus hunkered down at her computer, fingers swiftly typing away. She was going to hack into Otacon's computer and take what she needed instead.
With any luck, he'd never know about it either.
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Samus paused in her data mining, and then focused her efforts on fighting back.
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A game, a game! Oh you are sooooo on, whoever you are!
Just a bit more clicks and she'd be able to zoom onto their computer system and hopefully be able to use a security exploit of some kind. Her name wasn't Lash for nothing!
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Samus' security was being pummeled left and right and forced her to drop everything just to prevent anything from breaking through. Samus REALLY WANTED THAT DATA and LASH WAS PREVENTING HER FROM GETTING IT.
In a bid for a very dirty distraction technique, Samus grabbed Lash's email from her records and started signing her up for the most inane weekly newsletters she could think of to flood her inbox.
Afro weekly, The Bees Knees, My life for Robots, Pink Dresses and Tea Time for Proper Little Girls, Bra coupons and more
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You realize this just makes me even mroe curious, whoever you are? Although their aren't that many who can do this stuff normally. I guess this just makes it easier, tee hee hee! And it can't be the nerd, since you've obviously targeting him... hmmm....
YOU HAVE...55 NEW E-MAILS.
...what's with signing me up for beekeeping lessons for, exactly?
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Samus pressed onward in her hunt, looking specifically for hanger locations; but in her searching of any relevant terms to REX, Shadow Moses continued to pop up.
Shadow Moses... that's where it was originally, but...
She didn't have much time to think about it, as what little time she might of bought for herself was interrupted by her security finally being breeched.
Immediately, Samus pulled out of Otacon's computer, much to her frustration.
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Wait...this was....
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A pause.
Nice background, tee hee hee!
Somehow the fact she had managed to hacked into Samus' computer was a sort of totally awesome tale she'd have to tell Jeff one day because DAMN she never thought she'd be able to pull that off. (Never mind the fact Samus was probably also fighting attacks from Otacon's own computer and was distracted. THE DAY WAS HERS.)
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HOW DID SHE EVER GUESS???(http://i.imgur.com/Z5XqH.png)Yeah two against one is hardly fair, Lash.
OH no wonder I couldn't find this I thought it was on the network SOB
GROSS.Lash being satisfied about anything? As if! There was going to be nothing more than digging to the very end of this hole that would satisfy her (wow that doesn't sound wrong at all)
NOPE! Mind telling me why you were hacking the nerd's computer for Metal Gears? Wasn't that huge thing he brought over during the Aparoid War?
Of course Lash would know more about REX than Otacon's name. One was a giant robot. The other peed in his pants.
We are going to ALASKALAND in this log.
She deliberates leaving it at that, and then replies, knowing Lash won't simply leave it at that.
I KNOW I dunno why I thought we'd log the convo then do the log orz.
Well yes wasn't why she was doing it, but at least it was admittance that she meant REX, which sorta admitted she was hacking his computer.
And your worried because why? You think the nerd's planning something? The idea was so ridiculous that she visibly flinched.
Kill two birds with one log.
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Yeah you know all that hacking she was doing to Otacon GUESS WHERE SHE'S REDIRECTING SOME TENTATIVE POKES AT.
That would be Lash's computer.
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Samus did get, however, hack enough to see a folder named...well Plans for her plans. Plans for a Valentine date with Claus (Operaton Snow), inventions she'd been planning with Jeff involving all sorts of machines that would backfire in spectacular ways (Ooperation HairRedux, Operation Fattyraylol, Operation Neoneocannons), and what appeared to be hybridizing plants in the greenhouse (Operation Bigboomparanaplant, Operationorangestastinglikeicecream).
Oh and also a rant about Apple Kid. She really hated that guy.
No there's nothing--HEY! Don't do that!
Guess who was now trying to hack into hers.
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...OH HELL and so they were at it again, engaged in the most furious of typing and hacking battles... at least until Samus got the better sense to put an end to this early.
Hours she could spend TRAVELING.
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OH EEWWWWWWW!
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You're getting some more Booty, Butts and 'Fro's to the 'Mo email spam for this.
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Uh I'm sorry but death tanks are not being destroyed!
A small pause.
Unless I'm the one destroying them.
Yeah well you're getting F-Zero After Dark email spam. Also the Goroh/Falcon newsletter.
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Guess who was definitely not giving any hints and logging out.
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[RING RING RING BANANAPHONE]
Samus was in the middle of packing up some winter-weather gear and picked up the phone.
"..."
[Hahahaha. Also I am sorry for these tiny tags]
[Brb writing a novel about the flowerly lip movements of her talking on the phone]
"..."
SAMUS HUNG UP THE PHONE.
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