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There are no foxes.

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What?! That is...totally...not...exactly the way Orion would be in a graveyard.

I mean, that is exactly what he'd be thinking, but he'd be more cool about it.

Also...Konoa and Jackie's right clear this room out quick.


Name: Hundred Kira

Species: Gygan - Designer servitor species of the Gyges Consortium. Hundred is part of a generation designed for work in a Consortium Research and Design facility on one of their worlds, grown with genetic characteristics for enhanced cognitive functions, including increased plasticity, synaptic efficiency, and other enhancements towards what is loosely defined as intelligence, as well as implanted with further cybernetic accouterments to further enhance baseline. Additional modification part of standard Gygan templates give Hundred increased genetic predispositions for general good health and resistance to common maladies.

Hundred has further modified herself with additional bio-tech from a multitude of sources, most particularly from the Tegiak civilization.

Crimes: Theft of Consortium property. Destruction of Consortium property. Theft of prohibited exotech. Use of prohibited exotech. Modification of prohibited exotech. (Hundred would have a number of other crimes on her record including significant property damage and murder, however, as faulty Consortium property, her behavior is the responsibility of the Consortium and fall under acceptable collateral damages per the Consortium's agreements with the relevant governmental bodies).

History: One of billions of near identical cloned workers of the Gyges Consortium, Hundred was just a small, fungible cog in the vast, ill defined machine that is the Gyges Consortium. The result of human hubris, fortune, and the opportunistic laws governing the rights and ownership of discovered exoartifacts. The Consortium deliberately obfuscates knowledge about itself and it's history. What little is known is that it was founded upon the vast wealth and power accumulated by a single or small group of individuals who, in a private exploratory mission found the surprisingly plentiful remains of an ancient, advanced, and long vanished civilization. Through skillful industry, ruthless business acumen, and brazen ambition the founder(s) of the Consortium accumulated more control and influence than most other galactic civilizations in their area of space. Curiously, rather than turning their power towards conquest, the Consortium instead integrated itself into the space-faring community, saturating the bedrock of intragalactic commerce and industry. Now the Consortium itself is rarely thought about or remembered in the public consciousness, known instead through their innumerable and ubiquitous subsidiaries. Few inhabited areas of the known galaxy have not felt Gyges touch.

The Gygans themselves are rarely seen by other species. Mostly inhabiting the few worlds Gyges deigns to actual directly administer to (mostly the former homeworlds of the Tegiak civilization) as the Consortium's lifeblood, producing it's innovations, maintaining it's infrastructure, et cetera.

Hundred herself was born to work on one of Gyges' internal information technology development projects, refining the quantum computing algorithms responsible for the generation of Gyges' emergent AIs. In this task, Hundred excelled. Created with a love of mathematics and a talent in their manipulation Hundred iterated thousands of improvements to Gygan methods. Her work was utilized, appreciated, and rewarded with standard Gygan advancements in status, budget, and responsibility. Within her sixth year of operation, she was moved to a first tier lab, given several subordinate Gygans to facilitate her work, and had her genetic and cybernetic profile marked for analysis by Human Resources. Unfortunately, of the various analyses devoted to Hundred, the one responsible for measuring her dissatisfaction with her position was erroneous. Fittingly, perhaps, given the origins of the apparatus that gave her birth, Hundred was born with the same ambition and sense of importance that gave it rise. Seeing how little reward and recognition her hard and excellent work earned her in comparison to how it would aggrandize the Consortium she grew to resent the organization that was hard-coded with familial bonds into her. Knowing that such thoughts would have her marked for termination and recycling, rather than cow herself to her place in the universe, Hundred decided that it was time to make a career change.

The accident that atomized the Mezihashu mountain range and much of quadrant 171 took the lives of over 50,000 Gygans, more importantly, it cost the Consortium more than 17% of it's projected revenue for the planetary division in materials, labor hours, and project timelines.

The satellite network that most of the incident report data was derived from recorded a T-Phase Exigence Emergence Event. Blamed on a string security shortfalls with the Alpha-2888183214 Project found within the planetary logs, the report was filed for future oversight review within the Consortium. The satellites did not accurately record the smaller atmospheric blowback conditions consistent with in-atmosphere Phased-FTL initiation. The satellites governing-AI were designed by Hundred. Her duplicity was not discovered for another six weeks. By then she had stolen her second cache of Tegiak exotech.

Knowing that the technology of the Tegiak civilization was still the source of much of the Gyges' continued eminence, Hundred set out to extract her 'backdues' from the Consortium. Working off of data stolen from Gygan networks she hunted down several smaller troves of Tegiak artifacts and data, taking what she could and fleeing Gygan space before they could mobilize an appropriate response. Since then Hundred has explored the galaxy, carving out an existence at the fringes of the space-faring community, turning her talents and stolen tech into a successful career in the galactic underworld as a skilled expert on information warfare and unknown exotech, all while fleeing the attentions of Consortium HR-HK termination teams, a difficult prospect for someone as notable as Hundred and pursuers as efficable as Gyges. But Hundred is just one oddity in a universe full of them, there are many stars, and besides, she has just taken a job that will send her beyond even their reach. The Lone Star awaits, and if the most sensitive and highly fragmented files she stole from the Consortium are any indication, may hold secrets as monumental as the discovery of the Tegiak.

Equipment: While Hundred uses a multitudinous variety of gear in her wetware wetwork, the only ones of particular note are those enabled by her integrated Tegiak tech. Most principally, the Dust.

The Dust - Utility fog. An array of micro-scale claytronics mixed with nano-scale machines which, together, constitute a form of programmable matter. Able to be constructed into a virtually infinite variety of shapes the claytronics form of building blocks of what is to be created, while the nano-scale machines are designed to modify the molecular structure of the micro-scale machines to certain specifications enabling a level of speed and sophistication that exceeds that of similar contrivances used by other, modern nanotech.

The secret to this sophistication is the free entanglement neural networking between the foglets, able to instantaneously transmit information and energy between themselves the foglet can store the vast amount of data required to construct a myriad of different configurations and constitute themselves with much greater efficiency. The fogs data capacity is not infinite, however, so data is tailored to the configurations most likely to be useful to a given set of parameters. Additionally, the amount of material available is also limited. The fog can break down other matter and reconstitute it to increase it's own mass, but the speed at which it does so is not always congruous with many operational conditions. In order to circumvent this handicap, as well as increase data storage, Hundred utilizes Tegiak technology to shunt a considerable amount of fog into the extraquantum space utilized in most FTL technologies able to store a considerable amount of the material, often pre-configured in an intangible format.

When not actively configured, the fog is dispersed in the area around Hundred, the nano-processors using their run cycles instead to act together for data collection and analysis providing a spectrum of useful information about the immediate environment.

The Dust is linked to Hundred through her own neural interface with the network, enabling her to direct their activity. The majority of non-phased, non-cloud Dust is suspended in a layer of non-Newtonian oil sandwiched between the layers of her suit, providing a highly-flexible, highly-durable armor layer.
Never fear, Oreo's here.

Crushing interpersonal relationships, being cognizant of other peoples personal foibles all hella day.
Orion just watched the others as they descended from their lofty perch and contemplation. He tongued the back of his teeth thoughtfully.

"Sure thing, Batty," he replied to what he rather sapiecentrically thought of as an empty room.

Following behind, the black sheepdog that he was, he watched his footing on the strangely twisting, interwoven branches that served for a stair. The mention of his name snapped his head up. There seemed to be a tension in the room. He scanned faces and body language for meaning. Then he thought better of it. This was not his scene. It would work itself out or not. He listened to Danny. Mister Reasonable. The rest of them were still the Greeks to Orion. He couldn't make much of their hide or their hair. But that would work itself out. Or not. He looked over at August. He really didn't have a handle on any of this really. Thing were not smooth. Why weren't they smooth. He frowned at the thermos in her hands. Something clicked in Orion's brain. Smiling self-congratulatory, he reached over the redhead and plucked the thermos from her hands. Taking a sip he hummed appreciatively. Walking over with the container close to his face, warm steam on his chin he maneuvered through the entangled group. The tension had drawn the walls in. Slipping between Jackson and Konoa he placed a hand on the former's shoulder in what he hoped was a solid, reassuring way. It would work itself out. He smiled at Mary as he wiggled around her to the far wall. She seemed to have her blood up. He reached his pack.

Placing the thermos down on the dirt carefully. He rummaged through his tightly packed bag. Of course they were near the bottom. Reaching past the rest of his belongings he plunged his hand deep into the bottom of the canvas pack. Finally, and with as much flourish as possible he retrieved the objects of his quest. Thick, woolen mittens covered in vaguely Native American-esque knitting patterns whipped through the earthy air. Orion picked up the thermos with his other hand and reversed his trek. Patting Konoa this time he smiled at Max. He had no idea what was up with Max, but it would probably work itself out.

Finally returning to August he proffered the mittens to her.

"Here. They're new." He looked at her expectantly pleased. Like a dog; a sheepdog.
I'm thinking of doing another one with a song (or two) woven into a non-linear story told within the post.


Fine, but you may only use Vengaboys' songs.

I personally have more modest ambitions. A text dreadnought is all I aim for. With the eloquent firepower with which to crush my enemies. And a bowling alley. And a bar.

This metaphor may have gotten away from me. Which is concerning, as a runaway text dreadnought could do a lot of collateral damage.

...hmm...
So who's got ups?
If we do end up color coded, I want to be green and gold.

Nothing can stop me when I'm wearing my Jamaican colors!
Dear god what have I done.


You have provided a wonderful opportunity for mostly naked hijinks and/or the dramatic analysis of how our myriad little players behave in a grim and unethical exposure experiment as they deal with hypothermia and likely frostbite from trying to swim in the wilderness of Maine.

That is what you have done.

You delicious monster.
Here is the link to the pad again.

It's just a shareable document (like google docs if you've ever used that) with a chatbox. We can edit it and see each other's edits in real time so we can collaborate pretty seamlessly if we all happen to be on it at the same time, discuss ideas in the chat, or just do some relay writing like we did in the pm if our schedules just don't jive.

I think it's pretty convenient anyway.
Posted, moving things along a bit in the interpersonal department.

Didn't get to the actual investigation like the intrepid Mr. Arcanautilauseam, hopefully the three of us second-story men can work on that together for Spawndipidumtious' next post, yeah?
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