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[Fairchild]

@Fairchild/var/log/001.log # Time 16 Apr 824 A.S, 20:17 SMT # Location New York, Liberty # Involvement • "Fairchild" • Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt • Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin

<"Fairchild"> *salutes* Evening. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Kenzie I do know. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Kenzie? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> McKenzie, sorry. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> The guy on the bridge of the Odyssee *She laughs* <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I see. <"Fairchild"> What? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Apologies. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Hello, pilot. <"Fairchild"> *sniffs* Accepted. But please be careful, this Scimitar is fragile as hell. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> But ... why does it feel weird Troy? I mean, some time has passed already and all... <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Well... It's just weird. I can't forget things as easily as you do, I suppose. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Hm. I hear a sound that's somewhat more common in Taus and Omicrons. <"Fairchild"> Who are you 'Forlorn' lot anyway, out of sheer human curiousity? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I guess it's time to sum up things again. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> You're the boss, so you explain. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I'll just enjoy being a lazy underling with no duties. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We're a private mercenary company, specialized in a few things, from escort work to military scale actions. <"Fairchild"> "Private mercenary company". Aha. <"Fairchild"> Well that didn't require that much explaining, did it. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Yes. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> So, you wanna know more huh? <"Fairchild"> Well I don't know, I met some group of freelancers like that some time ago. <"Fairchild"> 'Auxesia' they called themselves. <"Fairchild"> Kinda sad they turned out to be non-human garbage of the worst sort. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Except, our main strength is the beauty of our women. Not how crazy they could be. <"Fairchild"> "Trans-humans" *spits* <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Many thanks, Troy. *She chuckles* <"Fairchild"> Smooth. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Though, they DO get pretty crazy sometime. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Crazy is my second name. *She laughs* <"Fairchild"> Where are you lot based off, anyway? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Liberty. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Obviously. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> That's not a target... <"Fairchild"> Quite specific, really. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I suppose we all have our own favored locations. <"Fairchild"> I don't have one. I don't think so at least. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I like that new butique burger sho? in Trenton, for example. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> And Elena likes to shop for shoes. A lot of them. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> There's a lot of shoes to be bought on Manhattan. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> *sigh* <"Fairchild"> Sounds... vain. Extremely so. <Forlorn|-Akuma.Kotegawa> Konnichiwa. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> At least she didn't yet start to pirate people for designer clothes, like those girls in Kusari. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Hello, Kotegawa. <"Fairchild"> Eh, generous calling GC "girls". <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> They are not women? <"Fairchild"> For some very broad definitions of "women" I suppose. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Oh? Do they pack something extra? *raises an eyebrow* <"Fairchild"> Tsk. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Hey Akuma. <"Fairchild"> Something extra orange, maybe. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> What's your name, anyway? <Forlorn|-Akuma.Kotegawa> Hey Elena. <"Fairchild"> Mine? Well, I've been calling myself Fairchild for a while now. <"Fairchild"> Might as well stick. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Don't wanna tell me your other name? Suit yourself. <"Fairchild"> Which "other" name? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> The one that's not Fairchild. <"Fairchild"> There are two that aren't Fairchild. But no, not really. <"Fairchild"> Besides, it's more complicated than that. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Oh well. <"Fairchild"> Fairchild is not one person. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Are you carrying an invasive alien being within yourself? <"Fairchild"> That's supposed to be an insult or something? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> What am I supposed to understand from what you're suggesting? <"Fairchild"> I've killed Nomads, Outcasts, GC and assorted orange menace for long enough to think about words like that as such. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> And? I really don't care what you take it as. Though I speak literally, don't need to think too hard. <"Fairchild"> Heh. Maybe what they say about the abyss and killing dragons is true. <"Fairchild"> But no. You're wrong. <"Fairchild"> It's been a... well, a favour for someone dear to my heart. <"Fairchild"> Long story. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I have a lot of time, especially for interesting long stories. <"Fairchild"> It might be the time, but it's definitely not the place. <"Fairchild"> I would not like to blow my cover that quickly, especially considering there's Navy here. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> And I have the freedom to move anywhere I wish. <"Fairchild"> Pick a different place then. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Not 10 clicks over the sun, maybe? <"Fairchild"> I don't know if I trust you enough to go 10K above the sun with you, if you catch my drift. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Why, what could I do to you? <"Fairchild"> I don't know. And unknown is something I don't really like. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> You killed nomads, sniffers, and all kinds of assorted things. I bet you can handle me. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> No comment. <"Fairchild"> *chuckles* Fair enough. If you think of yourself so low. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Well, you have been quite silent, Elena. <"Fairchild"> See you there. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I had an incoming message from Nick. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Could my friends follow as well? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> They might be bored otherwise. If they want to come, that is. <"Fairchild"> Eh, why not. You seem like a good bunch. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> *takes a swig from a bottle* <"Fairchild"> It's a nice view up here.. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Urgh... Don't tell the cops, please. <"Fairchild"> Eh. Sure. <"Fairchild"> Well, you wanted to know about me. What exactly? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> *takes another swig* <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> You said you have an interesting story to tell. I like to listen to them. <"Fairchild"> Well, as I said... I don't think I trust you enough to tell it all. <"Fairchild"> But, I guess a bit of it might be in order. <"Fairchild"> You ever heard of a company called Wisp Innovations? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Don't worry, we're good at building up trust with others. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Hm... Nope. <"Fairchild"> Yeah, that's what I'm scared of. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> It's kinda our business after all. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> The only thing is ... we don't lie about trust. <"Fairchild"> Well. *scratches her cheek* Wisp is a subsidiary of Cryer that I worked for. <"Fairchild"> Well, it used to be. It no longer exists as far as I know. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Ahh... <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Those stabiline producers... And baby pills. <"Fairchild"> Yeah. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I should have gotten those damn baby pills, yes. <"Fairchild"> But Wisp didn't deal in that. They made... more... powerful things. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Like... weapons of mass destruction? <"Fairchild"> No, gods, no. <"Fairchild"> More advanced drugs. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Troy ... always interested in that stuff. *She laughs* <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Well, I am tryna' think big. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Hmm... Drugs. <"Fairchild"> We've engineered something called Vergil. Cryer now calls it a recreational drug, but Vergil is something much, /much/ more. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> A ... recreationial drug? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She raises an eyebrow* <"Fairchild"> Well, you see. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> If it gets you high, they call it recreational, Elena. <"Fairchild"> That's the thing. It doesn't get you high. Quite the opposite actually. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I'm Rheinlandian, don't blame on me. <"Fairchild"> Some time ago, through some contacts in the Omicrons, we managed to find a species of alien bacteria. <"Fairchild"> Turned out that this bacteria had some special properties. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Ooh, alien bacteria ... always a dangerous thing. <"Fairchild"> Not really dangerous. Useful as hell, though. Or so I was told. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> If there's a chance for things to go things south, they always do. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> So what happened with this drug of yours? <"Fairchild"> Well, long story short. A professor at Wisp, and a good friend of mine, figured out that these bacteria- <"Fairchild"> -could be paired with nanites to create something quite extraordinary. <"Fairchild"> Specifically, an interface to the human brain. <"Fairchild"> Wisp worked with some top scientists from Ageira to make this happen and it did, eventually. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Wow... So I could mind control Elena, finally. <"Fairchild"> Well, you see. No. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> You always wanted that, didn't you? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> My most secret desire. <"Fairchild"> We've worked as hard as possible to make sure this doesn't happen. There were... casualties. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I see. <"Fairchild"> But eventually, yes. We engieered a secure system which, essentially, allowed you to launch an instance of nexOS- <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Wouldn't you want to be one of those casualties, Troy? <"Fairchild"> -literally in your head. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Let me think... Nope... I'd not want to be one of those casualties. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> You under my control ... man, a killing machine. <"Fairchild"> You lot seriously have strange fantasies. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Elena is a playful one, simply. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Strange only when Troy is around. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Don't mind her. She's teasing. She's in a very healthy relationship with another guy. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> You got it. *She laughs* <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Well. Reviewing what you said, it's incredibly... well... scary. <"Fairchild"> Depends how you spin it. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> What happened to that thing? <"Fairchild"> But soon after Vergil was released, some... problems started. <"Fairchild"> But, well, before that. <"Fairchild"> I was the first subject on which Vergil was tested fully. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> So you literally released a drug? <"Fairchild"> It's... well. It's available for consumers, yes. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> So, uh... How does it feel? <"Fairchild"> Could probably venture out into any Cryer-operated drug store and get it. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Uhm ... alright. <"Fairchild"> My experience is different, and from what I know it's different for everyone. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> How was it for you then? <"Fairchild"> The integration, while generally painless, is quite interesting though. <"Fairchild"> It's... personal though, so I'd rather not talk about it. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She nods* I see. That's alright. <"Fairchild"> But, well. <"Fairchild"> There was a problem in Wisp after Vergil was finished. <"Fairchild"> Something Cryer called "corporate restructuring". <"Fairchild"> Something I would call a "hostile takeover". <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Uhm... *She frowns* ... what the hell? <"Fairchild"> Basically all of the assets of Wisp were bought out and seized by Cryer. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Ah... Well... so you mean to say that there's a drug out there which installs an operating system in people's brains and which- <"Fairchild"> The professor who led Vergil, Nikita Nagrebetskiy, was outright refused any rights to his research. <"Fairchild"> So, well, he asked me for help. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> in turn allow those people to be mind controlled or something? <"Fairchild"> No, no, gods. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I am somewhat tipsy, sorry. <"Fairchild"> Mind control is impossible. We made sure of that. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Still sad about that, Troy? <"Fairchild"> There always is a 'master override'. <"Fairchild"> This is the reason why casualties happened. <"Fairchild"> One, specifically, some expendable Outcast we found too close to Atrka. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I am not sad. It's simply nice to be a drunk. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> That's true though. Being drunk is funny. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I see. <"Fairchild"> We had to investigate brain patterns for various negative emotions, like panic, terror, extreme fear, et cetera. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Uh... <"Fairchild"> It would require very deep, wetware programming to change these patterns. Not something anyone would be able to do. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> That's not so ethical, is it? <"Fairchild"> Well, depends who you ask. <"Fairchild"> Of course, it violates human rights. <"Fairchild"> Such experimentation that is. <"Fairchild"> But Outcasts aren't humans. At least they aren't for Cryer. <"Fairchild"> They aren't for me either. <"Fairchild"> Nobody who voluntarily puts themselves under the influence of Cardamine is human. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I have a soft spot for animals as well. But uh... I guess such happened anyway, no need to argue about it now. <"Fairchild"> Well. <"Fairchild"> Regardles. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> So, what would happen if I decided to go to a pharmacy now, and swallowed some of those drugs? <"Fairchild"> I couldn't tell you. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> In fact, I just might. Because you won't tell me. <"Fairchild"> Neither me, nor Nagrebetskiy knows what they changed. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I wouldn't risk that to be honest. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> You don't want me to be your personal toy of destruction? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I'd rather like to see you safe. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Also, wow. Am I just a killer toy for you, Elena? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> And not on a complete killing spree. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Oh, for a second, I thought you thought weird things about me. <"Fairchild"> They may have removed our overrides. Who knows. <"Fairchild"> Maybe Cryer is indeed planning mind control on a massive scale. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> No I wouldn't ever. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I wonder what else you're not telling me, Fairchild. Because this info is massive. <"Fairchild"> Well. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> And you told me that you'd not tell me everything, before. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> It kinda makes my brain getting more tired and tired. <"Fairchild"> We still have the original code for Vergil. <"Fairchild"> And the nano-replicator recipes for the nanobots. <"Fairchild"> We don't have any of the bacteria, but that requires just an expedition to the Omicrons with appropriate equipment. <"Fairchild"> And, of course, an AR lab to produce the clean version of Vergil. <"Fairchild"> That's what we want to do, in a nutshell.. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> "You"? <"Fairchild"> Oh. I haven't told you something, yeah. <"Fairchild"> Nagrebetskiy, the professor who made Vergil, right? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Right. <"Fairchild"> He... Well, he became ill. After all, he was an old man. <"Fairchild"> But thanks to Vergil, he undergone a quite dangerous operation, he called it 'Brain-in-a-jar'. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Uhm ... I guess I can imagine what happened. <"Fairchild"> Do... Well, do I have to tell you what that might have been or is your imagination good enough to envision that yourself? <"Fairchild"> Yeah. And, thanks to Vergil, we are now... well... connected. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> But that's just ... oh well, weird I guess. <"Fairchild"> He sees with my eyes, hears with my ears, feels with my skin. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> You are ... -connected-?! <"Fairchild"> This is why I said, Fairchild is not one person. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> My god. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Uh... I suppose it would feel very weird to the old man if you ever had a lover. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She sighs* <"Fairchild"> I couldn't know, we don't share memories. <"Fairchild"> You see, once you start Vergil for the first time, your memories are kind of separated. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> It's like a switch? He can just become you, at times, or something? <"Fairchild"> You obviously keep your human brain as normal, but what you see and hear goes into Q-coherence storage. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> So is it like a nomad incubus or something ... can he take control over you at times? <"Fairchild"> Your thoughts, if you so desire, as well. <"Fairchild"> No, of course not. <"Fairchild"> Only if I agree. <"Fairchild"> It's /my/ body after all. <"Fairchild"> But there are certain implications of this. <"Fairchild"> Indeed, I was the one who performed the surgery on his brain. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> That's actually ... woah. Mind blowing <"Fairchild"> Having /absoultely no idea/ about neurobiology. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She laughs* <"Fairchild"> Imagine that./ <"Fairchild"> Well, bloody hell. I've said a lot more than I meant to. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Yeah, I have such an effect on people. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Yes ... yes you did. *She sighs* And my brain hurts now. <"Fairchild"> But now that I've told you this. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> But it is quite interesting, ma'am. I am glad I heard it all. <"Fairchild"> I guess I'd have to join up with you, eh? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Uhh.. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Oh why, do you think so? <"Fairchild"> Well, you can help me out with my mission. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> That's up to the bosses, I suppose. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Oh, and what's your mission again exactly? <"Fairchild"> Provide the 'clean', early version of Vergil, open-source to anyone who desires. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> To be honest, this Vergil sounds really troublesome to me. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We're not exactly ... the people to produce drugs, so I wonder why you think we could even help you? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> It sounds like a revolutionary, yet still dangerous idea <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Like, sure, it certainly does SOMETHING to your brain. Which surely /won't/ allow you to be mind controlled. But what- <"Fairchild"> You're mercenaries and freelancers.. You've got contacts, probably. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> advantages does it bring to a person, you never tell me. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Or provide, that is. <"Fairchild"> *sighs* You ever used a computer. Or a console, or a PAD or anything like that? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Yes we did. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Oh yes, why don't you tell me that? I was expecting that explanation from the start. <"Fairchild"> Imagine skipping the entire "chair, keyboard, monitor" process. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Oh wait. <"Fairchild"> Vergil is an /interface/. It uses your brain to communicate with the console. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She raises both eyebrows in awe* <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> That's ... *she whistles* ... something! <"Fairchild"> There are many ways to do this. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> You know what, I'll make sure to talk about this with the other leaders. <"Fairchild"> I, for example, have a subdermal chip implanted somewhere, uh... Here. <"Fairchild"> *she points to her neck*' <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Cause, if I hear right, this actually could become a great and enduring business. <"Fairchild"> That chip is basically a low-end quantum console which I can use through Vergil. <"Fairchild"> Well. The code you aren't going to get for yourselves. <"Fairchild"> The code is for everyone. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Of course. <"Fairchild"> But, if you get a head start on pumping out <"Fairchild"> -clean Vergil nodes and cores, then you might get a lot of clientelle. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> So, my blackbox is recording that conversation anyways. I'll make sure the others gonna see it too. <"Fairchild"> My eyes are recording as well. Don't worry. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She whistles again in surprise* <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I am fine with her joining us. The more the merrier, huh? <"Fairchild"> We both have ways to blackmail each other I guess. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Oh, she doesn't necessarilly have to join us. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> But, it's up to these three, very choosy, Knight Captains of ours. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Cooperation would be just as fine. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> But we'll see. <"Fairchild"> *sniffs* Quite a name, "Knight Captain". <"Fairchild"> Reminds me of the Core. *she chuckles* <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We're not as choosy as Troy thinks we are though. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We're anything but the Core, ma'am. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Very, very fancy, these show ponies are, I tell you. <"Fairchild"> Good, because Core is a bunch of incompetent idiots. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We are neither incompetent nor idiots. <"Fairchild"> I figured. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Though I guess we all have our "phases" at times, at least that's the case with me. <"Fairchild"> Else I wouldn't have told you my story, eh? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Not sure about my competence, but I sure want to be flashy. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> You're competent, Troy. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Don't doubt that. *She laughs* <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Oh, you're making me blush. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Didn't intend to. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Anyways, I must thank you for the information you gave us, they all sound very interesting to me. <"Fairchild"> Don't mention it. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> If only you could give us your comm details, so we can message you directly over a private channel? <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We're good at keeping secret stuff secret, ma'am. <"Fairchild"> Sure. *sends the communication codes* <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Very well. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> I swear, Elena, you really are not that good at keeping secret things secret. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Do you know what I heard from this Mary Dross, person? <"Fairchild"> I would watch out if I were you, with sharing this information. <"Fairchild"> Pick the people you share this with carefully, you're in possession of Cryer's trade secret now. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Uhm, what? <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Nevermind. I have no idea how she knew that. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> *She sighs* Starting with stuff but not ending it. Typical. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> And, pilot, I'll keep my mouth shut, don't worry. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> I will so as well. <"Fairchild"> Fair enough. *salutes* Catch me on the Net if you wish to help out. <"Fairchild"> There's probably cash in it too. <"Fairchild"> Farewell, for now. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> We'll sure do. <Forlorn|-Troy.Augustin> Have a safe flight. <Forlorn|-Elena.Voigt> Farewell to you as well, See ya around.