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Current Ma! The sex roleplayers are being weird in the advanced tab again, Ma!
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Stack sats, print gats, distill vats, feed cats
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We here at Cyberdine Systems have heard your demands and we answer your cries with "BullyBot". With the push of a button you can now automate all of your cyberbullying. The future is here. Embrace it.
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>using the phrase "normie" unironically
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They always ask me, "What the fuck are you doing!?" but never, "How the fuck you doing?"
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Hey there! Saw the interest check and if it's not too late, I'd like to make a submission.

Kay once again insisted on carrying equipment herself when the pirate crew disembarked and made their way into the warehouse. She almost regretted that decision for once when a spray of gunfire caused her to jump out of her skin and nearly drop some very expensive hardware. Once Petrukov’s gun ran mercifully dry, Kay was left clutching her chest with heaving breaths and fearing a heart attack at the ripe old age of 34. The ringing in her ears was only drowned out by her pulse thundering behind her ears as she reflexively wiped something from her face that wasn’t there. The movement unintentionally smeared her makeup and revealed the dark circles of fatigue under one eye. All at once she returned to the present more pissed off than usual, but determined to seem as detached as ever, as she moved past her employer.

β€œI’ve been holed up in worse places,” she remarked, hoping a white-knuckled grip on her duffel bags would stop her hands from shaking.

The affectionately dubbed β€œhacker woman” set about finding somewhere to plug in all her equipment. She found a single outlet in one of the darker corners and got to work setting up her station. Not wanting to set everything on the floor, she called dibs on one of the rickety metal work tables from the machine shop and dragged it over to her little space. Her hands moved of their own accord as she unpacked, adjusted, maneuvered, and finagled all the necessary and less necessary tools of the trade into position. Her oversized laptop dominated the table and formed the nexus of an unsightly array of wires connecting the external hardware flanking the triple screen behemoth; all flowing into an industrial surge protector. Antenna of various sizes and blinking lights decorated her impromptu workspace and she kicked her now empty bags under the table.

She stretched and admired her work for a moment before slipping the last pack off her shoulders and setting it gently on the floor. A bundle of cables emerged first and then a contender for the ugliest headset on the continent. The base appeared to be a variation of the β€œLooking Glass” VR headset series developed by FuryTech and one of the older models to be sure, but that was where the similarities ended. The slick, shiney white paneling had been removed to make room for a whole assortment of extra wiring and circuitry that formed a sort of veil. She set the tech aside and stood, stretching with a groan, and made her way toward Petrukov. She made a mental note to attempt contact with Delilah later after she spoke with her employer. Maybe if she was lucky the pirate queen would reveal her plans and not spring her absurdity on Kay last minute.








As much as she disliked having to pull the plug, Dannie exited her mobile suit along with the rest of Cathrida's motley crew. She made sure to be the last in so the other mobile suits would be facing away from her when she awkwardly fiddled with her folding wheel chair and plopped down into the seat with all the grace one could expect from a half blind and legless pirate. On her way over to the pirate captain, she couldn't help admiring the ship. All the haphazardly placed thrusters on the back reminded her of her recently ended career of piracy. Or perhaps she was simply under a new employer?

Dannie joined the gathering party by the shipped and listened to the talk about a partially finished ship. What a perfect mess. A smile spread across her ghastly face and she chuckled as she pulled a flask of questionable brew and a pack of cheap cigarettes from her pocket.
"So that's the plan, is it? What kind of mess have you gotten us into?" She chuckled again as she brought the flask to her lips with one hand as the pirate shook a cigarette out of the pack into her lap, "Seems we have our work cut out for us."
Dannie paused to exchange vices and exhaled a cloud of bitter smoke with a grin. She was under no illusion that Zern would send a batch of newbloods to take down the Butcher, but that's what she wanted. She relished to challenge. Maybe, hopefully, they'd send a specialized unit. Something a bit harder for her to chew up and spit out that would make her really work for the privilege of drawing breath. A girl could dream.
"If we get out of this alive, who thinks the captain should buy her new crew the first round of drinks. Show of hands!"
@FalloutJack Probably need a whole new link. The one in the 0 post is invalid
@nitemare shape Hey there! I'm interested in joining but the discord link doesn't work.
Renar is... also here lmao
@Stormflyx It goes good. How about you?
Is this stil happening?
Local Man Mistakes Kay for Functioning Human



β€œAnd Hackerwoman! I’m sure our collective enemies don’t want the masses to hear the manifesto of the Pirates, but someone—”
her voice wavered a bit, as though she were actually getting emotional. β€œSomeone must address them. It must be me.”
Kay's eyes rolled almost into the back of her head. It was all pointless. No one wants to change, not really. All this politicking would be for nothing and things would be just as shitty as they were yesterday and as they always would be. No amount of theatrics could change that so Kay was content to remind herself she was getting a salary for dealing with Petrukov's shenanigans. Apparently the chaotic, unpredictable nature of the Pirate Queen was part of her charm and public appeal. Kay didn't see it, but she wasn't paid to either. As for the stream, it went off without a hitch. A number of breaches were attempted, but nothing too serious. The firewalls held and her encryption were rock solid as always. Still, her eyes never left her monitor until the sound of a chair scraping against the hard floor assaulted her ears. The hacker glanced up and sighed audibly, massaging her temples as she watched the "dramatic" exit.
β€œThe money, Kay. Think about the money,” she muttered to herself as she checked up on the related social media pages and forums.
Everything was absolutely buzzing with activity, as to be expected, mostly with appreciation and some people mocking the Pirate Queen's lackluster exit. Seemed her speech was well received. Now came the easy part. So easy in fact, she actually took a moment and replied when Shaman messaged her.

”𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•™π•’π•‘π•‘π•–π•Ÿπ•–π••?"<<<
”𝕦𝕣 π•—π•’π•§π• π•£π•šπ•₯𝕖 π•‘π•šπ•«π•«π•’ π•‘π• π•”π•œπ•–π•₯ 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣 π•˜π•–π•₯ π•Ÿπ•šπ•©π•–π••?"<<<
...<<<


She dismissed the chat window with a keystroke and frowned as the acrid smell of tobacco slapped her across the nose. What kind of absolute savage smokes indoors? Never mind in an unventilated room. She looked up to find the source of the offending odor and was not at all surprised to see it was one of the meat heads. And of course he threw the remains onto the carpet like an animal. She was so caught up in her duties that she jumped slightly when he spoke.
"Find anything?"
β€œFound a cigarette butt on the floor over there, ” she relied curtly.
"Uneventful, that sounds good then?" Johnny merely replied to his hackerwoman counterpart.
There was a lengthy silence as Kay waited for him to pick up the remains of his cigarette but she figured he must be as dense as his pecs if he hadn’t gotten it by then; no point in continuing.
β€œActually, it was very eventful, just no events worth mentioning, not yet anyway.”
"I’m sure you have it handled Kay, you seem like the most capable person here.” he said daring to drag out yet another cigarette, a Lucky 7 Special White!?!? He flashed a smile at her before putting the cigarette onto his left ear. "Did my smoking bother you..? I apologize if that’s the case."
She gave him a stone face worthy of Mount Rushmore, completely ignoring his compliment. "If I said yes would you stop?"
"I wasn’t planning on continuing, sorry if I caused you any distress." He said warmly smiling at her again. "The broadcast got a bit too boring for me I suppose."
That smile, unfortunately, fell on a rather frigid disposition. ”Tech isn’t everyone’s cup of coffee.”
"You got that right."

There was a pause only broken up by a few keystrokes from Kay clacking away at her monolithic laptop. She could feel him still looking at her. What was he after? Most people didn't talk to her this long unless they wanted something from her.
”Do you need something?”
"Let me know if you need anything, Kay.”" He said checking his holocaller - no new calls. He went to turn to walk away.
She gave a thumbs up but didn't watch him leave, being too engrossed in monitoring the servers.
You've piqued my interest.
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