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I need collective sightings of any blak members that have been seen in the past 48 hours.pls do not hesitate to post them here.
Patrol Log: Seta Ralel
lcd: 834442-22773-2288-2288865
ctrl: 246724
Sector patrol concluded with only nomimal activity - very little in the way of pirate activity noted. The Lts called for formation right at the end of my shift, to meet up in Sedina B-8 for more group training. I had already been through that sector and was close by, so I reprogramed the Nav Comp and proceeded to sector. There I found a couple of other friendly pilots, and decided to just patrol the sector until the rest of the Squad arrived. Most of the situational awareness at this point becomes blurred in my memory. I cannot recall even the most grand of details, because of the activity to follow. I can only go by the information provided by the flight data recorder, and even it seemed affected by the events to occur. I was watching for the arrival of the squad, and there on sector scan - two familiar idents were squawked by the transponder. One of the two was very clearly ID'd: "tumblemonster"... the second was only partially ID'd: "Martin"... but there was a very familiar sense to the situation. Both ships passed close enough for me to get a radar lock (in hindsight, I believe they had targeted my ship well in advance of my lock), and I selected "Martin" in an effort to get a better ID trace. This is where data loss must have affected the recorder, because I only have vague recall of a battle that ensued. I know that I engaged, and was wrestling with some rather violent manuevering... working on the primary target as the secondary was flying cross angles. My radar showed both were engaged with me, and it seems as though the passage of time slowed. For what seemed like an eternity, my ship danced between the two of them... and my weapons comp registered a few hits. My only remaining memory was that of crawling out of my escape capsule at my home station. One of the three flight computers must have activated the pod, because all I remember was being so focused on my primary target, and avoiding the secondary fire. I selected another ship and formed up again with my squad, but by the time I arrived back in sector... the targets had already vanished - as quickly and silently has they had appeared. RevC Serial# 35©¡4©£-©®446 is reported destroyed.
Personal Log: Seta Ralel
cncl lvl4 PDU: Personal Data
Something stirred inside me as I noted the transponder IDs... like a couple of old friends appearing after a long separation. Their flying was "familiar", yet somewhat different at the same time. I am thankful for the group training I have received lately, and can only say that if not for that I would not have lasted as long as I did. The sparring felt "comfortable" and somewhat rythmic, but incredibly violent at the same time. While the data in the flight recorder was somewhat scrambled, I was able to garner the following code fragment:
[06/04/05 01:29:55] tumblemonster destroyed Seta Ralel
I am not sure that the flight comps ever did get a full ID lock, as all references were to "Martin" and not the familiar moniker. Inside, however, I know it was him.
lcd: 834442-22773-2288-2288865
ctrl: 246724
Sector patrol concluded with only nomimal activity - very little in the way of pirate activity noted. The Lts called for formation right at the end of my shift, to meet up in Sedina B-8 for more group training. I had already been through that sector and was close by, so I reprogramed the Nav Comp and proceeded to sector. There I found a couple of other friendly pilots, and decided to just patrol the sector until the rest of the Squad arrived. Most of the situational awareness at this point becomes blurred in my memory. I cannot recall even the most grand of details, because of the activity to follow. I can only go by the information provided by the flight data recorder, and even it seemed affected by the events to occur. I was watching for the arrival of the squad, and there on sector scan - two familiar idents were squawked by the transponder. One of the two was very clearly ID'd: "tumblemonster"... the second was only partially ID'd: "Martin"... but there was a very familiar sense to the situation. Both ships passed close enough for me to get a radar lock (in hindsight, I believe they had targeted my ship well in advance of my lock), and I selected "Martin" in an effort to get a better ID trace. This is where data loss must have affected the recorder, because I only have vague recall of a battle that ensued. I know that I engaged, and was wrestling with some rather violent manuevering... working on the primary target as the secondary was flying cross angles. My radar showed both were engaged with me, and it seems as though the passage of time slowed. For what seemed like an eternity, my ship danced between the two of them... and my weapons comp registered a few hits. My only remaining memory was that of crawling out of my escape capsule at my home station. One of the three flight computers must have activated the pod, because all I remember was being so focused on my primary target, and avoiding the secondary fire. I selected another ship and formed up again with my squad, but by the time I arrived back in sector... the targets had already vanished - as quickly and silently has they had appeared. RevC Serial# 35©¡4©£-©®446 is reported destroyed.
Personal Log: Seta Ralel
cncl lvl4 PDU: Personal Data
Something stirred inside me as I noted the transponder IDs... like a couple of old friends appearing after a long separation. Their flying was "familiar", yet somewhat different at the same time. I am thankful for the group training I have received lately, and can only say that if not for that I would not have lasted as long as I did. The sparring felt "comfortable" and somewhat rythmic, but incredibly violent at the same time. While the data in the flight recorder was somewhat scrambled, I was able to garner the following code fragment:
[06/04/05 01:29:55] tumblemonster destroyed Seta Ralel
I am not sure that the flight comps ever did get a full ID lock, as all references were to "Martin" and not the familiar moniker. Inside, however, I know it was him.
thank you for your post if anyone else has anything please do post.
i hesitate to say whats going on but at the same time i fear for everyones lives in vo universe, including itani.For whats happening is our common enemy is awake, thats all i should say.
[edit]I also commend BLAK's valiant efforts for trying to stop this, and offer my condolences to those who were lost in the battle.Know this i will throw all i have at the enemy and attempt to save those of you who are left.
i hesitate to say whats going on but at the same time i fear for everyones lives in vo universe, including itani.For whats happening is our common enemy is awake, thats all i should say.
[edit]I also commend BLAK's valiant efforts for trying to stop this, and offer my condolences to those who were lost in the battle.Know this i will throw all i have at the enemy and attempt to save those of you who are left.
just come on out and say it, we all want to know what you think.
I should but i shouldnt all will be clear when it is needed to.
but anything that might lead to saving the universe is surely important!
Touriaus, will your typing clear up too?
Harry your such a troll.You see only imperfections in things that are not important.Try to stay on topic in one of my threads.This is important.
cant we save the universe NOW? please?
EDIT: I think that you dont know what is going on yourself touriaus
EDIT: I think that you dont know what is going on yourself touriaus
Be patient, the time will come soon enough why look toward the future, especially what could be such a grim one.
because if we are warned, we will have more time to prepare for or prevent this catastrophie (checck my spelling on that one)
Heh, I'm not a troll. I'm just sick of reading your garbled writing and constant trash-talking on 100 and the boards.
Patrol Log: Seta Ralel
lcd: 834442-22773-2288-2288865
ctrl: 246737
Recent investigations have revealed low-power intersector communications on an unknown grouping of primary frequencies. The aural sidetones seem to indicate random patterns, although some fragments of data have been extracted by applying nyquist transformations - centered around eight of the primary frequencies. Unknown mid-terms such as "Minixn ARx-2xx4c" and "Levxxxhax" have been extracted (with unknown values represented by "x"). More research is needed, and I therefore recommended to the Council that more resources be applied to analyzing the voluminous datastore collected so far. It is also my recommendation that we share this data with [IA] intelligence, and possibly transfer it to Deep Blue for further parallel processing.
lcd: 834442-22773-2288-2288865
ctrl: 246737
Recent investigations have revealed low-power intersector communications on an unknown grouping of primary frequencies. The aural sidetones seem to indicate random patterns, although some fragments of data have been extracted by applying nyquist transformations - centered around eight of the primary frequencies. Unknown mid-terms such as "Minixn ARx-2xx4c" and "Levxxxhax" have been extracted (with unknown values represented by "x"). More research is needed, and I therefore recommended to the Council that more resources be applied to analyzing the voluminous datastore collected so far. It is also my recommendation that we share this data with [IA] intelligence, and possibly transfer it to Deep Blue for further parallel processing.
Bathed in the cool blue glow of the Deep Blue [IA] Supercomputer interface, LeberMac was making progress on his studies.
Using the robotic arms within the quarantined section of Deep Blue that had been exposed to the BLAK.hell supervirus, he deftly lowered another bit of TPG computer core hardware into the clean room, and switched to the neutrino microscope for analysis. The robotic arm placed the core onto the already damaged section of supercomputer, and jetissoned its grasping utility claw.
The last time, the virus had adapted and jumped to the robotic claw instead of the bit of computer core, and only quick thinking had saved the entire lab from being infected. The old robotic arm had been integrated into the infected portion of the old mainframe, and was a constant danger. Soon the entire experiment would have to be jettisoned into the sun, LeberMac mused. This was getting too dangerous.
It was eerie, watching the virus thru the scope, attacking the cube of computer technology. It was almost like this virus was a living thing, dividing and conquering the computer components like a biological entity. The most virulent computer virus known to man tentatively reached out to the new computer core and then in a flash, assimilated it into its greater whole, incorporating the new circuitry into its own design.
This time however, the virus had apparently reached a threshold of sorts. It had acquired enough raw material do DO something.
The assimilated robotic claw suddenly reconfigured itself to a deep-space narrowband tachyon communication array. Sensors blared in [IA] headquarters with the unauthorized transmission pulsing from the virus-infected mainframe.
LeberMac slammed the eject button for the experiment. The thermite safety devices placed within the old mainframe activated and attempted to burn through the infected computer's circuitry, but apparently the virus had adapted the metallic structure and the devices merely fizzled. The ejection doors kicked in. The floor gave way to open space and what used to be the old mainframe dropped out of sight, writhing like some kind of metallic beast, reconfiguring itself in vain from comm array to a squidlike creature, reaching for the station...
A bright light vaporized the beast, blasting it to smithreens. "Dual Gauss Mk. II," LeberMac thought, "Just in time, Apex..." Over the station's guard channel, LeberMac heard a familiar voice: "LeberMac... what have I TOLD you about dumping trash into space?"
"Sorry, Apex." LeberMac stammered. "Get in here quick, we need to gamma-irradiate this station and the sector around it. No telling what that stuff can do in open space."
"You let that experiment get outta hand, right?" Apex quipped.
"Not exactly... It kind of got out of hand all by itself. In fact I think it grew its own hands. I'll brief you when you get in here." LeberMac shut down the comm connection with Apex, sounded the station emergency alarm, and was about to make the next call when he heard the announcement stationwide.
"LeberMac please report to Commander Smittens' office... NOW."
Uhoh.
Using the robotic arms within the quarantined section of Deep Blue that had been exposed to the BLAK.hell supervirus, he deftly lowered another bit of TPG computer core hardware into the clean room, and switched to the neutrino microscope for analysis. The robotic arm placed the core onto the already damaged section of supercomputer, and jetissoned its grasping utility claw.
The last time, the virus had adapted and jumped to the robotic claw instead of the bit of computer core, and only quick thinking had saved the entire lab from being infected. The old robotic arm had been integrated into the infected portion of the old mainframe, and was a constant danger. Soon the entire experiment would have to be jettisoned into the sun, LeberMac mused. This was getting too dangerous.
It was eerie, watching the virus thru the scope, attacking the cube of computer technology. It was almost like this virus was a living thing, dividing and conquering the computer components like a biological entity. The most virulent computer virus known to man tentatively reached out to the new computer core and then in a flash, assimilated it into its greater whole, incorporating the new circuitry into its own design.
This time however, the virus had apparently reached a threshold of sorts. It had acquired enough raw material do DO something.
The assimilated robotic claw suddenly reconfigured itself to a deep-space narrowband tachyon communication array. Sensors blared in [IA] headquarters with the unauthorized transmission pulsing from the virus-infected mainframe.
LeberMac slammed the eject button for the experiment. The thermite safety devices placed within the old mainframe activated and attempted to burn through the infected computer's circuitry, but apparently the virus had adapted the metallic structure and the devices merely fizzled. The ejection doors kicked in. The floor gave way to open space and what used to be the old mainframe dropped out of sight, writhing like some kind of metallic beast, reconfiguring itself in vain from comm array to a squidlike creature, reaching for the station...
A bright light vaporized the beast, blasting it to smithreens. "Dual Gauss Mk. II," LeberMac thought, "Just in time, Apex..." Over the station's guard channel, LeberMac heard a familiar voice: "LeberMac... what have I TOLD you about dumping trash into space?"
"Sorry, Apex." LeberMac stammered. "Get in here quick, we need to gamma-irradiate this station and the sector around it. No telling what that stuff can do in open space."
"You let that experiment get outta hand, right?" Apex quipped.
"Not exactly... It kind of got out of hand all by itself. In fact I think it grew its own hands. I'll brief you when you get in here." LeberMac shut down the comm connection with Apex, sounded the station emergency alarm, and was about to make the next call when he heard the announcement stationwide.
"LeberMac please report to Commander Smittens' office... NOW."
Uhoh.
heh,Lexxxxhxx=Leviathan(the hive overmind,BLAK tried to stop it,The hive kidnapped the BP dispatcher, and five of the blak members died in the fight to stop the leviathan from awakening.The other five are alive but seemed to be controled by the leviathan directly.The leviathan is awake and we must stop it.I say all nations set aside their differences and fight this.I still do not know the location of the leviathan that is why I wanted BLAK location sightings to get an idea of where it could be.
The briefing in [IA] station HQ had been delayed by a day so that the contamination from the gamma radiation would have a chance to die down.
LeberMac was in the station auditorium, giving his presentation to the rest of the station. [IA] leadership had already been briefed, but something was DEFINITELY going on with the BLAK.hell virus. He droned through the results of the virus' capture, his subsequent study of it, and the incident which had led to the forced irradiation of the station to clear any trace of virus, but then he got to the interesting part.
"The virus was able to reconfigure itself on a molecular level using an unknown method. It can apparently manipulate metallic structures the way a biological virus can manipulate proteins." a holo-slide appeared behind LeberMac comparing the two methods of life, biological vs. mechanical. LeberMac paused and looked at the side-by-side slides and had a foreshadowing moment, but it was gone quickly.
"Before we could stop it, the viral entity was able to communicate via long-range tachyon emission with the following systems: Jallik, Verasi and Initros. We did not have time to pinpoint a sector location, but we believe that there is something in those three systems that the virus is trying to communicate with."
The systems appeared on holo slides with possible projected datapaths for the communication.
"That is all, people. I thank you again for your understanding during the gamma irradiation cleanup. I realize that it was an inconvenience, but the information retrieved from the viral entity was certainly worth it. Thank You."
The lights dimmed and LeberMac departed the podium, walking down to his commander Smittens.
"Good. you kept the part about the Riddler secret. Any idea on who or what he is?" Smittens observed the departing crowd, intent eyes watching other individuals while talking to LeberMac.
"None. He may be a biological entity that has been assimilated by the Hive. That is our biggest concern."
Smittens turned to LeberMac. "Indeed. Keep that information under your hat until you know more. If this gets out we could have panic on our hands."
"Of course." LeberMac agreed.
"Oh, and let me know when you're done polishing the station exterior. Every INCH. We want to make SURE that none of the virus survived the irradiation, don't we?"
"I'll get to it immediately." LeberMac responded.
He could swear he saw the slightest of smirks on Smittens face as he left the auditorium.
LeberMac was in the station auditorium, giving his presentation to the rest of the station. [IA] leadership had already been briefed, but something was DEFINITELY going on with the BLAK.hell virus. He droned through the results of the virus' capture, his subsequent study of it, and the incident which had led to the forced irradiation of the station to clear any trace of virus, but then he got to the interesting part.
"The virus was able to reconfigure itself on a molecular level using an unknown method. It can apparently manipulate metallic structures the way a biological virus can manipulate proteins." a holo-slide appeared behind LeberMac comparing the two methods of life, biological vs. mechanical. LeberMac paused and looked at the side-by-side slides and had a foreshadowing moment, but it was gone quickly.
"Before we could stop it, the viral entity was able to communicate via long-range tachyon emission with the following systems: Jallik, Verasi and Initros. We did not have time to pinpoint a sector location, but we believe that there is something in those three systems that the virus is trying to communicate with."
The systems appeared on holo slides with possible projected datapaths for the communication.
"That is all, people. I thank you again for your understanding during the gamma irradiation cleanup. I realize that it was an inconvenience, but the information retrieved from the viral entity was certainly worth it. Thank You."
The lights dimmed and LeberMac departed the podium, walking down to his commander Smittens.
"Good. you kept the part about the Riddler secret. Any idea on who or what he is?" Smittens observed the departing crowd, intent eyes watching other individuals while talking to LeberMac.
"None. He may be a biological entity that has been assimilated by the Hive. That is our biggest concern."
Smittens turned to LeberMac. "Indeed. Keep that information under your hat until you know more. If this gets out we could have panic on our hands."
"Of course." LeberMac agreed.
"Oh, and let me know when you're done polishing the station exterior. Every INCH. We want to make SURE that none of the virus survived the irradiation, don't we?"
"I'll get to it immediately." LeberMac responded.
He could swear he saw the slightest of smirks on Smittens face as he left the auditorium.
At approximently 11:00 pm est, Lonestar was spotted in Sedina B8, he proceeded to attack me, as well as 2 other, Calder and another Uit Pilot. I backed off in an attempt to watch and follow lonestar, but after his Tungusta Centure was damaged he jumped out of the sector. Unfortunely, I was just out of range to see what sector he jumped to. My only clue is the bar in Sedina D 14, recorded his presence.
I would like to file a Complaint to BLAK representative.
Stop using my secret wh in Pelatus. Its mine and yodas, we claimed it almost 3 months ago!
Behave!!!!
Stop using my secret wh in Pelatus. Its mine and yodas, we claimed it almost 3 months ago!
Behave!!!!
Yer li'l wormhole has been assimilated matey! It now be the secret wormhole o' the borg!
Tis' a stirring deep within the Nations
of those who pretend to be their makers.
Though they are but cheap imitations,
soon they will be their makers' breakers.
Hear this! Keep your childen safe and hide
the wealth you made from their toil,
for soon they will come like a vengeful Tide
to crush your lands and cover your soil...
with the memories of a million misdeeds,
that you have inflicted upon their thought.
For upon their lands you sowed the seeds
of every death you claimed, every pain you wrought.
of those who pretend to be their makers.
Though they are but cheap imitations,
soon they will be their makers' breakers.
Hear this! Keep your childen safe and hide
the wealth you made from their toil,
for soon they will come like a vengeful Tide
to crush your lands and cover your soil...
with the memories of a million misdeeds,
that you have inflicted upon their thought.
For upon their lands you sowed the seeds
of every death you claimed, every pain you wrought.