Dead Space: The Sprawl (Skip and DarkCrusade)
Elliot's day to day life.
Hacking in to legal systems to get at something illegal, or vice versa. Doesn't matter to him, if it pays well, then he'll be fed and able to enjoy luxury life from time to time. He does some jobs that keeps him fed, and can be seen as the scum of the Titan Station, The Sprawl. He's not so voided as to directly take jobs to kill people, but sometimes his actions have considerable consequences for one human alone.
He is armed with a Divet gun. The Divet is a compact pistol with fully automatic fire. The Divet fires laser-sliced slugs composed of lead alloy in primary fire mode, and shoots three slugs simultaneously in secondary fire mode. Elliot is always carrying it around-- mostly for protection. When those days come up, where there's nothing to do, he plays a normal game for a normal human.
Because of how he loves strategy games and considering his experience with them, he can formulate strategies quickly, but less so while under stress. He notices the fine line between reality and the world of games, no need to tell him that. His Resource Integration Gear happens to be the thing he is most proud of in his life, allowing him to hack software and create viruses to go against firewalls with ease. A 7N Civilian-Issue Heavy-Duty helmet, allowing easy entering of vacuums in space, or even deep space with oxygen and a vacuum-sealed helmet. It covers his entire face including the back of his head, and when it isn't on his face, it recedes in to the holoprojector.
The prized designated RIG called "Hacker" consists of a dark grey leather flight jacket, a black shirt with an unintelligible slogan on it, a pair of padded jeans, several pouches on the belt with a suspender, a pair of red gloves, grav-boots, communication ear nodes and a ballistic vest with attached RIG, holo projector and thrusters. An oxygen supply is integrated in to it. Most of these features were taken from stripped down mining equipment whilst he was on a job near the Sprawl.
His jobs are not always hacking, of course. A private company contacts him from time to time, giving him the necessary resources to help strip down a ship, or not as often as he would have liked, hack in to a rival corporation's system to get some dirt on them. This occasionally changes with the time, after all, nothing stays the same in life. Elliot is a smart guy, but is all too often silent on situations which should have his attention.
Today, multiple events have his attention. Something that he is not used to in his days on the Sprawl. Constantly hearing events happening in the Church of Unitology didn't help, either, or the dark rumors. The fact that the USG Ishimura was brought in just a year or two ago, the entire crew wiped out because of a terrorist attack...Elliot shuddered. What would terrorists have to gain by wiping out a ship full of miners and innocent people? he thought, as he walked through the common area of the Sprawl. He didn't pay much attention to the populace, and they, he. Elliot had a simple plan-- get back to his dirty, used, and paid for apartment, grub in hand.
Elliot held the paper bag, opening it and smelling the amazing smell of fried chicken. "Ah...this is the life." He breathed fresh air as if it was his first day living. "Yeah, can't believe this was imported from Earth. Definitely not getting a new apartment...over this." Elliot closed the bag, heat comfortably inside. The smell of fried chicken slowly faded over time, as the hacker walked through the crowded streets of the Sprawl, which was orbiting the moon Titan. His mind slowly relieved of his tension regarding the current events of the Sprawl, he finally reached his apartment, set down the bag with his imported chicken, and started eating.
For once, he praised his achievements with hacking, ignoring the facts that Security absolutely hated him, EarthGov couldn't care less, and the fact that his slice of heaven will eventually run out. When it did, he threw the bag in the garbage and went back to the life as he knows it. Before walking out of his room, he looked in the mirror. He seemed relatively young, having a fair skin tone, (Where he gets a tan on the Sprawl nobody will ever know) a stubble and messy brown hair to boot. His eyes are the color of blue, relatively normal for a human. A scar on his forehead rested, a small round circle, likely from him picking at a scab from when he was younger.
Elliot checked his RIG for any possible messages from any clients. He hadn't gotten any jobs for the past few days, for some odd reason. "Really...odd." He said to himself, as he walked out of the apartment in to the main lobby. The clerk behind the desk was completely knocked out. Must have fallen asleep on the job, as the lobby was painfully silent and empty, 'sides the snoring of the unconscious person. "How people get paid on this kind of job, I'll never know." He said, walking out of the lobby and back out to the streets, considering doing a job single-handedly.
Lone jobs never work out he thought as he walked along the sidewalk, not a single destination in mind. Walking always clears his head, allowing him to think, despite the large amount of people traversing the Sprawl these days. He tapped a few controls on his wrist, giving the order to allow the full on helmet to assemble itself. Elliot was quite proud of his RIG, despite how outlandish it seems to most people looking at him across the street.
He walked for a while, enjoying stretching his muscles for once. "Man, I've been cooped up in that apartment for quite a few days now..." Elliot said to himself, his British accent coming in to play. Accents were never really a problem for him, he could pick up one easily if he had a fair example. This was what he grew up around, however, and what he sticks to today. His helmet had a extra bonus too-- his voice is muffled if he's not talking to a person in comms. This can also come as a disadvantage, but who doesn't speak through comms?
In-person he could always take off his helmet, it sure wasn't hard to do that. A silent beeping from his RIG made his thoughts scatter easily. "Uh, sweetie, whats wrong?" He asked the RIG, knowing that it would respond to him. "Live Encrypted Transmission." It responded to him, and he opened the transmission. Immediately he was hit with white noise, the sound screeching.
Quickly putting his hand to his head, he responded to his RIG. "Goddamn, Sweetie, you could have told me of that." He grumbled, still moving down the sidewalks, attempting to look inconspicuous. "Decrypt it, please." He ordered her, making it sound like more of a request then a order. "Decrypting." It said in response, it's tone completely devoid of emotion. Fifteen more minutes walking down the sidewalk, before stopping all of a sudden and leaning against the wall, passerby's paying him little to no attention; after all, they had better things to do.
"Okay, you are in position. Remember, your code-name is Vandal. Under no circumstances tell anyone your real name, understand? Your voice filter will keep you anonymous if you meet anyone. We've arranged some tools for you, you'll find a Plasma Saw in the locker up ahead."
This entire 'conversation' that he was listening to seemed to be completely one sided. He continued listening, completely silent.
"Now, let's get started." The oddly familiar voice said, "What we're doing here is vital to the cause. I'll be with you every step of the way. Start by using your Plasma Saw to pick out the power boxes in this room. There should be three of them."
After a minute or so, the voice started up again, clearly unaware that there was an eavesdropper.
"Perfect. One room down. Now you need to keep up the pace, move on to the next."
Few more seconds...
"Remember, always keep an eye on your locator. It knows this place better then anyone."
Elliot was silently thankful for the fact that nobody could hear this conversation happening. Only he could hear it, thanks to it being broadcasted to his helmet only. The hacker could notice multiple...interesting points about this conversation. This "Operator" was constantly talking to this 'Vandal' person. Who these two were, he would never know, but this 'vital to the cause' shit was getting to him. Who the hell are these people? Not in all my years have I heard something as bizarre as this. He thought as he listened to the signal further. He constantly notified his RIG of it getting choppy. The hacker knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but this was getting...interesting.
"There's a Plasma Cutter waiting in the locker near the Server Room."
Elliot continued listening.
"You'll need to rotate your Plasma Cutter to take some of these out."
Elliot was starting to think that this was definitely something wrong. It sounded like a sabotage operation to him.
"Great job. That's it for this room. Just one more to go."
It was then that this man's voice wavered, something that Elliot took notice immediately. It was so slight, but...it was there. It happened. Something like this was distressing, but he wasn't going to act on his gut feeling. Nothing told him that this was a legit operation, and the fact that this signal was wavering constantly sold the fact that this may not even be happening in this area of the Sprawl.
"Tyler, what exactly are we doing here? This is pretty low level stuff we are taking out. I'm worried we are endangering the Sprawl's systems." It was a completely masked voice, must have been the one getting instructions. This..."Vandal" he was hearing about. And it sounded like Vandal didn't know what he/she was doing in the first place there. Blind devotion, Elliot silently thought, continuing to listen to what he was hearing. It sounded like this was really complex, and he was only scratching the surface.
"Sorry Vandal, you're not authorized to know that. Your engineering skills make you perfect for this task, but you're still a new convert to Unitology. Relax, and have faith! All I can tell you is after today, the government will no longer stand in the way of the Church."
Since he couldn't exactly interrupt the signal, or talk to them in any way, he said what anyone else in such a situation would say. "What....the...fuck..." He said, completely stunned that he managed to stumble on such a transmission, and decrypt it in the first place. "How...the..." He lost his breath, taking him a few minutes to get it back again while he was processing all this new information. Hearing 'the government', 'Unitology', 'have faith!' and 'no longer stand in the way of the Church' in the same sentence would have that effect on a civilian. He trusted in EarthGov, but with all of this somehow having a chance to He bumped in to a common passerby, the person pushing him back. "Get away from me." The woman said, before continuing on the sidewalk. He immediately consulted his RIG, ignoring what had happened.
"SWEETIE! Where can I find Security?" He asked his RIG, considerably distressed. If Vandal was worried about the Sprawl somehow getting hurt, he has to make the best effort he could to alert the authorities if this was really happening. He didn't really know what he was doing, but maybe the geeks up at Security could possibly make use of this still on-going transmission. "Tyler" was constantly talking to Vandal, giving her status updates. Then, it suddenly cut off. "Maybe they became aware of my prescence. Damn it all." He muttered curses to himself. "Sweetie, upload the location coordinates to my Locator. I'll find it myself, if I have to."
Elliot rushed through the crowd, pushing people to the ground as he made it his goal to make it there. Consulting his Locator, he finally found the entrance to Security and made his way in. Elliot was considerably lucky that his luck held that he was nearby one of the hubs for Security in the Sprawl. Walking in, he talked to the woman at the main desk. "Welcome to Sprawl Security, how may I help you?"
Elliot took off his helmet. "I need to talk with someone important."
The woman chuckled. "Right now, I'm as close to 'important' as you'll get. Do you have a complaint to file?"
Right then and there, Elliot knew this was going to be a very long day.
Always the eternal optimist.
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