Andromeda
Raasha soon began examining the troublesome malignant code present in the spider's implants. It was troublesome examining and understanding a whole other computational hardware structure, but at its most basic everything was hardware, and from that he could divine a solution.
"My apologies in advance, this will likely sting as the new software updates..."
Indeed a jolt of pain ripped across his body, marginally worse than those normally inflicted by the implants, but not cripplingly so.
"There, that should stop the hardware twitching. Let me know if any other adverse effects manifest themselves, it is difficult to account for everything without fully devoting myself. To answer your queries, I have in fact seen your ACSes before. Certainly impressive pieces of kit, though with their fair share of drawbacks, of which you are living proof, no offence. I would temper your expectations if you think it will be trivial to smash through with brute force, avoiding detections and retreating should that fail is likely our best option in terms of survivability."
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After apparently just staring intently at the spider for several minutes, the imposing Qunit turned his attention to the human.
R: "I do have access to a Type-2 Qswitch, yes, but reliable relocation of solid objects is entirely dependant on myself, the object, and the destination all being outside of any interdiction fields. Of course, if you don't mind having your body scattered across the surrounding lightyear, then I can certainly attempt relocating you regardless."
He chuckled, it was a deep, bassy noise.
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After he was done saying his piece to the Alsinian and Bastonians, Raasha took a shallow breath, before re-opening a Qcomm link he'd kept blocked until now. To those physically present in the room, he visibly became rather distant in his thoughts, his eyes focusing on empty space, periodic flashes of dim light visible in his irises.
He blinked and found himself amidst the digital landscape he and his kin called home. Rolling waves of random transmissions made up the ground, geometric structures formed of complex programs stretched up past the sky, itself a kaleidoscope of machine code. He knew his way around here, they all did, so he knew where he could find her. It was difficult navigating through the Chibutian maelstrom of overlapping code structures without damaging something, the last thing he wanted was to accidentally overwrite a function and shut down the power to an entire continent back in reality. There was thankfully enough unused variables and empty disk space to navigate deep enough to find her directory.
A light tap, a courteous request for contact, and his sister soon entered their shared digital mindspace in much the same way he had.
F13Y1: "The prodigal son returns and graces me with his presence. I do hope you have more important things to discuss than a friendly hello to your old sparring buddy; I have about... 150 milliseconds before the eggheads I'm speaking to might notice something's up."
Raasha: "That's plenty of time, I just have a favour to ask."
F: "I'm listening."
R: "Myself and some... newfound acquaintances are mounting a covert operation against an old MISE facility. Naturally, I concluded you're better at this sort of thing than I ever was."
F: "If you think I'm hauling ass a quarter of the way across the galaxy to help you and your band of misfits you're sorely mistaken."
R: "Not quite what I'm asking, no... I want access to your cloaking algorithms."
F13Y1 paused; the code behind the "Hood of Koro'nabii" as the troops liked to call it was something she'd been instrumental in developing, and a closely guarded secret even amongst her own siblings.
F: "...Out of the question. Leave."
R: "Sister, please-"
F: "I said leave."
R: "Sister..."
F: "Don't think no-one's noticed just how long you've been gone. We know something happened between you and Mom. The only reason you aren't classed as a Category Black is because... because part of her still loves you."
Raasha sighed.
R: "...This isn't the time for that conversation, I'm sorry. But this is bigger than any of our familial struggles, this could be connected to the Board."
F: "Go on..."
R: "On top of that, Elohim is here, one of those Seeker... *things* is here. I play my cards right, I might be able to find them."
F: "Leads on our big sisters... alright, fine. I'll get you access. Just promise me that you won't abandon us... I really don't wanna put those old sparring sessions to use."
R: "I promise, as much as I can."
He navigated his way back out of the constantly shifting Chibutian clusterfuck, and idly retraced his steps back to his body. Without realising, he passed near to a wide open space, one he knew all too well. She was there, of course, playing with a new Qunit. It was yet without a body, still an infant, yet even glancing at it Raasha felt something unsettling. His eyes met with Hers for but a moment, and he continued on his way before anything could be said.
Snap back to reality. Raasha blinked several times as his eyes readjusted. He relaxed, not noticing he had been tense in the first place.
R: "Well, I'll be getting access to the cloaking techniques I mentioned soon..."
