Post by Raven8 on Jan 4, 2023 8:23:50 GMT -8
...so much has changed, so much will always be the same.
Long ago, before the many laboratories and Navi design facilities that dot the landscape of the net today, the net had only one origin-point and one beacon of creation; SciLab. A true beacon of history, every single hero and villain, saving grace and abomination borne of the net can trace its origins back to this one facility... a facility long lost to time.
Hidden away from the rest of Electopia, pristine and uncorrupted by the goings on of the world, stands the ruins of this once-great colossus of old. Now-ancient systems that barely function at all strain beneath the weight of the net, attempting to run code that is countless times more powerful than the hardware that now supports it is designed to handle, yet somehow it continues to run in silence, cut off from the rest of the world at large.
It's here that fear itself makes his appearance. Not as the god of destruction that the net knows and dreads, but as a shadow that slowly walks down the halls of the barely functional network and looks over the damaged remains of what once was. His deep, red eyes scan the area with familiarity as he makes his way deeper. Coming to a strange tower that stands in his way, he reaches out a hand and temporarily deactivates it before moving even deeper. After several more minutes, he reaches the depths of the network, the central core of SciLab itself. With a hand outreached, he opens a program and looks through a very specific menu that lays out before him. With a glance, he releases an unknown number of checkmarks and closes the dialog box. In an instant, an earth-shattering roar rises amid the quiet before being silenced once again. This causes Forte to close his eyes for a moment before looking down to his hand in silence. In his palm forms a strange, antique program of unknown utility. Forte stares quietly at this program for what seems like hours, looking at it carefully before at last opening it and activating what lies inside.
...with a white flash, the scene changes. Forte now stands in a new scene, and a new lab. However, this is not an archaic and broken network as it had been just moments before. Rather, this is a real-world lab, cluttered yet organized and dotted with PCs, servers, and PETs of a now archaic nature. Amid them, one figure stands staring at Forte in silence... one not afraid of the force of destruction before him.
Before Forte stands a man of average height and strong build. He's dressed in a drab, light green, open suit that reveals a button-down yellow shirt and red tie that's tucked into a brown vest. From behind a pair of simple glasses he looks on with emerald green eyes that are framed by a kind face and a shining blonde beard and head of hair. The man, obviously human, does not greet Forte, but rather awaits the reason for his summon.
Forte looks on at the man with an expression of abject disgust, angered at the sight before him. He glares in silence for some time, clenching his fist in anger before at last addressing the one before him.
Forte: ...I have reason to believe that I've been compromised, human. Scan me for anomolies, and utilize the data that I gathered from the vermin in space as a reference point.
The man closes his eyes and shakes his head, releasing a deep yet controlled breath as he does so.
Doctor Cossack: ....as you wish, Bass.
Forte glares harshly at his creator at the mention of this name, seething at the disrespect and revealing a buster from his cloak as he draws closer. However, he does not lash out against the doctor, and soon returns to his normal demeanor
Doctor Cossack takes a step forward and holds up a PET, quietly looking it over as he begins his scan...
Long ago, before the many laboratories and Navi design facilities that dot the landscape of the net today, the net had only one origin-point and one beacon of creation; SciLab. A true beacon of history, every single hero and villain, saving grace and abomination borne of the net can trace its origins back to this one facility... a facility long lost to time.
Hidden away from the rest of Electopia, pristine and uncorrupted by the goings on of the world, stands the ruins of this once-great colossus of old. Now-ancient systems that barely function at all strain beneath the weight of the net, attempting to run code that is countless times more powerful than the hardware that now supports it is designed to handle, yet somehow it continues to run in silence, cut off from the rest of the world at large.
It's here that fear itself makes his appearance. Not as the god of destruction that the net knows and dreads, but as a shadow that slowly walks down the halls of the barely functional network and looks over the damaged remains of what once was. His deep, red eyes scan the area with familiarity as he makes his way deeper. Coming to a strange tower that stands in his way, he reaches out a hand and temporarily deactivates it before moving even deeper. After several more minutes, he reaches the depths of the network, the central core of SciLab itself. With a hand outreached, he opens a program and looks through a very specific menu that lays out before him. With a glance, he releases an unknown number of checkmarks and closes the dialog box. In an instant, an earth-shattering roar rises amid the quiet before being silenced once again. This causes Forte to close his eyes for a moment before looking down to his hand in silence. In his palm forms a strange, antique program of unknown utility. Forte stares quietly at this program for what seems like hours, looking at it carefully before at last opening it and activating what lies inside.
...with a white flash, the scene changes. Forte now stands in a new scene, and a new lab. However, this is not an archaic and broken network as it had been just moments before. Rather, this is a real-world lab, cluttered yet organized and dotted with PCs, servers, and PETs of a now archaic nature. Amid them, one figure stands staring at Forte in silence... one not afraid of the force of destruction before him.
Before Forte stands a man of average height and strong build. He's dressed in a drab, light green, open suit that reveals a button-down yellow shirt and red tie that's tucked into a brown vest. From behind a pair of simple glasses he looks on with emerald green eyes that are framed by a kind face and a shining blonde beard and head of hair. The man, obviously human, does not greet Forte, but rather awaits the reason for his summon.
Forte looks on at the man with an expression of abject disgust, angered at the sight before him. He glares in silence for some time, clenching his fist in anger before at last addressing the one before him.
Forte: ...I have reason to believe that I've been compromised, human. Scan me for anomolies, and utilize the data that I gathered from the vermin in space as a reference point.
The man closes his eyes and shakes his head, releasing a deep yet controlled breath as he does so.
Doctor Cossack: ....as you wish, Bass.
Forte glares harshly at his creator at the mention of this name, seething at the disrespect and revealing a buster from his cloak as he draws closer. However, he does not lash out against the doctor, and soon returns to his normal demeanor
Doctor Cossack takes a step forward and holds up a PET, quietly looking it over as he begins his scan...