Scrapcode Slicer
Code From Here
Her
Feet up at the Data Dive's rooftop on a rare dry day, Ghost lounged back, skimming through four different net feeds at once. "Hey, Sick, ya got a sec?" He jacked his AT-Link into the stream, taking a long sip of his usual morning brainrot. "Got somethin' ya might like."
Sickle—their resident anarchist—was damn good at two things, nuking systems and cracking whatever codes corpos threw their way. This one looked higher-end than usual. She smirked, neon-tinted lenses reflecting the scrolling data as she cracked her knuckles. "Oh, you know I live for this kriff. What've you got, Ghost? Somethin' juicy?"
"Dunno yet. Looks like choice work, though. You got a read?"
Over the next few hours, with more of the crew filtering in, Rogue Protocol had datapads stacked up, stimcaf cups drained, and at least two more rounds of brainrot in circulation. Ghostkey yawned as the morning rushed into late afternoon, the skyline spitting neon fire as clubs powered up and the city woke to life.
"Oh man, GOT IT!" Sickle was the first to call it, beating Ghost by a whisker, which ticked him off! She adjusted her neon-green specs, zooming in.
Ghost chewed down on a SticknEat—some processed garbage marketed as nutritious. Like everything on Denon, the ads were probably half lies.
Glade hovered over in her chair, popping her lips as she thought. "Wait—uh, I've seen that before. Somethin' from a deep crawl…" She sifted through more net history in minutes than some minor factions managed in a month, a certain op on a certain ship, no idea what it was about, only the filename.
"Direct Surveillance of… uh, Domestic Threats." Glade hesitated. That wasn't small-time. "Well… y'know, what do we do now?"
Ghost shrugged, then hit send.
"File decoded. What do you need, and how much is it paying?" A team of slicers who could crack their codes and had as many eyes on the grid as an intelligence outfit? If nothing else it was a danger. Could be the right move to hire them. Who knows, but their own signal was bounced around more fake nodes than you could count.
Her
Feet up at the Data Dive's rooftop on a rare dry day, Ghost lounged back, skimming through four different net feeds at once. "Hey, Sick, ya got a sec?" He jacked his AT-Link into the stream, taking a long sip of his usual morning brainrot. "Got somethin' ya might like."
Sickle—their resident anarchist—was damn good at two things, nuking systems and cracking whatever codes corpos threw their way. This one looked higher-end than usual. She smirked, neon-tinted lenses reflecting the scrolling data as she cracked her knuckles. "Oh, you know I live for this kriff. What've you got, Ghost? Somethin' juicy?"
"Dunno yet. Looks like choice work, though. You got a read?"
Over the next few hours, with more of the crew filtering in, Rogue Protocol had datapads stacked up, stimcaf cups drained, and at least two more rounds of brainrot in circulation. Ghostkey yawned as the morning rushed into late afternoon, the skyline spitting neon fire as clubs powered up and the city woke to life.
"Oh man, GOT IT!" Sickle was the first to call it, beating Ghost by a whisker, which ticked him off! She adjusted her neon-green specs, zooming in.
- WE RELY ON A CODE
- DIRECT LINK SIGNAL ON
- CODE HIGH ZONE
- DSDT KEY DIRECTORY
- THE CONE OF SILENCE
- PORTABLE DAMPENING
- KILL THE CODE LINK USED
Ghost chewed down on a SticknEat—some processed garbage marketed as nutritious. Like everything on Denon, the ads were probably half lies.
Glade hovered over in her chair, popping her lips as she thought. "Wait—uh, I've seen that before. Somethin' from a deep crawl…" She sifted through more net history in minutes than some minor factions managed in a month, a certain op on a certain ship, no idea what it was about, only the filename.
"Direct Surveillance of… uh, Domestic Threats." Glade hesitated. That wasn't small-time. "Well… y'know, what do we do now?"
Ghost shrugged, then hit send.
"File decoded. What do you need, and how much is it paying?" A team of slicers who could crack their codes and had as many eyes on the grid as an intelligence outfit? If nothing else it was a danger. Could be the right move to hire them. Who knows, but their own signal was bounced around more fake nodes than you could count.
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