<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span style="font-size: 26px">STAR STEALERS REQUIEM</span></span><br/>
Location Syken II – Central Zone Planet for the Iron Federation – Vroria City​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">The city of Vroria, on the planet of Syken in the central zone galaxy of the Iron Federations holdings. To say that this planet was one of the most secured locations in most of the 'Known'. Home world and council chambers for the Brass Council, the planet and all it's cities were a literal safe zone for the overbearing mega power of the universe. Even though only a few specific branches could be found here. So one would think it near impossible to get behind enemy lines. Then again – some people are just that crafty. Everytte James was such a man . . .<br/>
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Night had swept over the city of Vroria, people settled into a lull of dull fear as the Iron Guard switched shifts and took to the streets anew for their patrols. The surveillance system over the city kicked into over drive as locator tag's embedded in every citizen upon Vroria became active for the night shift. These tags could identify who every individual was that swept past the many cameras the various beacons and other surveillance systems peppering the city. However – with every system there are errors, there are cracks with which some very talented individuals were able to get through. There were double agents and plants that the Star Stealers had gotten through. Then there was Ever – he'd made his own way to this planet – had come in as a double agent of sorts – though a free agent peddling any and all information he could ascertain to anyone who stood against the Iron Federation.<br/>
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He'd been on this planet for nearly a year now – weaseled his way through using the chink in the very armor they thought could protect them so well. Technology was his toy – his weapon – his everything. Elvkyn as he was – technology and cyberspace fueled him. They were fools to think that everyone of his race would bend so easily to them – though a great deal had – he had fought to the last, until finally he'd uncovered some of their secrets. And finally found his way to this place. The mega-city was alive at all hours of the day – constantly thriving to be the best, the most prosperous city in all of the Known, of course one could say this was the Capital of the Known Universe – for those who did and did not follow them. Once he'd found his way into the city he'd made is way into an integral part of this society – a simple script writer for there Cyber-Net. From there he'd learned of Zero-Day – a small group that constantly syphoned information out of the mega city to the Star Stealers. And so from there he worked – a lone man between one end and the other constantly pulling strings to not only help them but to keep them safe.<br/>
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</div></div><br/><div style="text-align: center">It was at the end of the day – night shift was beginning but in a small apartment flat located in the sub-levels of a super complex apartment building was were Ever hung his hat. He entered into the apartment through a sliding door the lights coming on all around him, calm classical earth era music started as he stepped past the thresh hold. His unreal crystalline eyes looked more lively than they had all day. Bright aqua cyan pools that danced with excitement as he fell onto a low slope couch having just kicked off his shoes as he sat. Long slender fingers reached for and grabbed a set of black and midnight blue headphones pulling them up and onto his head his right fingertips brushed over a few buttons hidden on the right ear muff to activate a holographic screen that projected a semi – translucent visor screen across his eyes from ear muff to ear muff. After a moment as the screen lit up and flashed his head would roll back gently to rest against the couch and his consciousness plunged inward before it expanded into the online netscape.<br/>
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He stood in a white room void of any detail at first extending in all directions seemingly endless. After a moment he lifted his hands to access motion schematics – holographic neon blue circles lifted underneath his hands and spun as his fingers danced over them. He wore a simple black straight cuff suit over a white button down shirt with the first few buttons popped, a black tie, simple black indiscriminate dress shoes and a pair of white gloves. His real life silvery white hair was now sky blue on his online Persona . His face was covered by a blank white mime mask with void black eyes and a string of scrawling text for a mouth stating 'YOU ARE FREE' while the word 'PLACEBO' was stamped beneath his left eye orbit. Any skin that was visible beyond that was solid black almost as though he wore a body suit under the entire get up. This was Everytte James' online self - his handle was PLACEBO.<br/>
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After a few final adjustments 'PLACEBO' lowered his hands the graphics fading before his gloved hands slid into pants pocket and watched vacantly as millions of files started to appear all around him. At first the files looked ghostly and transparent – but once they got close enough they seemed to solidify and halt just before actually running into his online self. The scrawling text of his mouth turned upwards in a slight smirk and PLACEBO walked into the files on a hunt. Each file was a server from the city - each held different chats, companies files, records and the like. One could find anything online - if one simply had the tools and means to do so anyways.<br/>
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It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for either. Core Grid a group contracted directly to the Iron Federation and had been forcibly formed by many of his own people under the Feds direction - which dealt in weaponry and high octane ships – was working on something new. Of course Core had it's own team of scripters he'd been tangoing with them for nearly a month – but finally he'd figured out an in. It was like a game for him – why would they want to safe guard this particular server so closely they were up to something and the more they tried to guard it the more he wanted in it. It had baffled him for over a month – far to long but now … HA now he was getting in this server and would have what files and information they were trying to hide from him. He clicked on the Core Com's server and the area he was in suddenly shifted the white void filled with files transitioned to a black room with red files and warning signs flickered on and off all around him. He smirked again as he reached further into his pocket to pull a tiny disk out - one of his program disks - tossing it towards the warning lights the disk halted in mid air spinning. A pale blue pulse extended from the disk and after a moment the room slowly brightened back to white and all the warning messages stopped flashing at him. The disk would then depixelate spreading into the void. His text mouth smirked more now then spiraled around into a tight circle, a sharp melodic whistle started up as PLACEBO started to stroll through the one secured files of the company.<br/>
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He found the center of the room labeled by a large black slate sticking from the center of the floor labeled in red CORE COM. He stopped not far from the slate lifting his hand again this time a black corded line shot up from his palm tipped in an arrow, it rose up before splitting into two arrow headed lines and then lifted some more before splitting more into even more lines tipped all extending back into the main corded line that rose up from PLACEBOs palm. These arrows shot off in every direction skewering into every file they came across. Soon enough the arrows started to converge on specific files - accessing transaction records - then from there into scheduling. PLACEBO kept whistling as his objective was so very close now - only a few more minutes and he'd have the information he hunted for and what they were protecting.<br/>
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This of course was when things started to go bad, a black speck could be seen in the horizon, it was steadily growing closer. PLACEBO had an idea of just what that was, and it meant his time was up! He started to retract the errant strands of his search commands. He was yanking files from the ones he found useful as well, the pages of useful information came siphoning back to him via his command vines. All the while he keep an eye on the steadily growing black thing heading his way while he whistled his tune. He was right in his guess, he'd seen them before - a Plague Doctor Antivirus was heading his way. "Time's up!" He stepped back and yanked the cords severing the connections to his vines - they pix-elated and vanished, he clicked the side of his headset and a door sprang into existence behind him "Back Door" to be exact, and he simply stepped back and out through the door and it vanished. Not a trace of PLACEBO was left as the antivirus program swept over.<br/>
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Moments later Everytte woke up the visor dropping from over his eyes as he slowly sat up - his mind always felt a little foggy when he returned to reality. He rubbed his brow for a moment while pulling the headphones off. "I need to get with Zero-Day, this could be bigger than just me..." He said as some of the files entered his memory a singular word rose up from the darkness of his search 'PROJECT SOL' He didn't like working with other's but out of everyone in this city they had helped him before, and they would have to help him again - something was being made on Syken II and he didn't think plan on letting the FEDs keep whatever it was his brethren were being forced to create this time. Standing he grabbed his gray jacket with the black fur rimmed hood. Throwing it on he pulled his headset around his neck and adjusted the hood so it would mostly cover his net-gear, tech like his was illegal after all. He slipped out from his apartment locking the door as he left with a chip that had been implanted in his right hand when he first came to Vroria.<br/>
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He was on his way to an underground club called Lucid Dreamers, a place to not only get a drink – but to roam the universal net-scape. Meet up and play in cyberspace of course Zero-Day had realized the underground network needed a good place to interact – and this was where he'd found them mostly easily. Forty minutes after he'd left his apartment he walked into the black light and neon purple lit bar shaking the rain off his jacket as he entered as he passed his thumb palm's chip over the entrance which deactivated the sensor found within the chip. The moment he was past the threshold his lifted his net-gear back up and onto his head and made for a booth in the back. He sat and did a half dive his network sending out an instant message to any and all Zero-Day scripters. Then ordered a drink with half the visor over one of his eyes while his message rang out there silly code word. “impact – impact – impact – impact”<br/>
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Now was the time to simply wait and see who came . . .<br/>
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