10-23-2019, 02:45 PM
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In the cold darkness of the deep two individuals walked in a shadowy great hall. They're black cloaks concealing them in the shadows as they made their way down the corridor.
" things aren't going the way we planned in Xiomera…"
" This incident in Tunsaca... it's giving more ammunition to Tepi and his camp…"
" yeah, I know. Damn it how did we get so careless as to not see this coming, our agents in…"
" I'll leave you to figure that out. Right now we need to act fast or else our efforts are going to be in vain"
" right... I spoken to the internal Southern directorate about coming up with a solution…"
" triggering an incident with the separatists? Good idea… but it won't be enough"
" and what would you suggest Grandmaster?" The man on the left said to the man on the right, as the two entered an elevator descending deeper into the bowels of the Earth.
"... have you spoken with director Lu about IRAS?"
" sir... has only ever been used domestically. I'm not sure if it's ready to be used in a foreign environment like this"
" Why don't we ask the director himself those questions?"
The elevators stopped and the two individuals walked into another hallway. Cracked concrete covered by drywall reflecting the dim artificial lighting flanked their path down the entire hall as they made their way down the length of that hallway.
The individuals stopped halfway down the hall. Stopping in front of a door that was cream in color and only identifying feature that differentiated it from the rest of the cream doors in this hall was the number 316 painted in Black Ink.
The Grandmaster walked in quickly followed behind by his associate.
Their ears were instantly flooded with the clicking of 100 keyboards below their feet. Row after row of agents in front of computers working diligently as the two higher-ups walked on a walkway over their heads. On the other side of the walkway was a door with windows flanking both sides.
The two men walked into the office suit which was occupied by a single individual also sitting in front of a computer. A young man. With uncharacteristic long black hair set him apart from the shorter hair worn by most of the members of the shingzi ren.
" Grandmaster. I would say I wasn't expecting you but I think we both know that's a lie"
" you saw what happened in Xiomera?"
" yes sir. Nasty stuff. Glad only the right people got hurt. Is that the official line the state is taking?"
" more or less"
" well heaven forbid I violate Orthodoxy. Anyway, you're here to get the internet research Society into the fight over the obsidian throne?"
" of course. We've seen over the past few years how successful IRAS operations have been domestically. I hope that you can duplicate those results Within Xiomera."
"... well in a purely hypothetical scenario, using a few back Channel connections we maintain with our allies in xiomera… let our bots start to get loose on there closed net… we could start to produce a lot of propaganda and really spread it all over their social networks. We can also create fake users supporting other candidates, and make them look like assholes to alient supporters. That being said...if xiomera did that to us I think we would be very angry so I wouldn't recommend it on the grounds that it'll pr…"
But before the director had even finish this statement The Grandmaster had already turned around and began to walkout
" do it…"
He motions with his right hand and the other agents would walk in with him joined him at his side
" of course sir. " the director replied is the door closed behind him
The Grandmaster turned to the other agent as they made their way down the hall
"... well he's doing that start that incident in the South. I can trust you to handle that without actually getting anyone important killed right?"
" how about no one killed at all sir?"
" I like that even better"
“Allright, ill get right on it, and waht about you sir?”
“ im going to shake some trees, see if any spoiled fruit falls out...spoled fruit with Tepilcayotl name on it”
In the cold darkness of the deep two individuals walked in a shadowy great hall. They're black cloaks concealing them in the shadows as they made their way down the corridor.
" things aren't going the way we planned in Xiomera…"
" This incident in Tunsaca... it's giving more ammunition to Tepi and his camp…"
" yeah, I know. Damn it how did we get so careless as to not see this coming, our agents in…"
" I'll leave you to figure that out. Right now we need to act fast or else our efforts are going to be in vain"
" right... I spoken to the internal Southern directorate about coming up with a solution…"
" triggering an incident with the separatists? Good idea… but it won't be enough"
" and what would you suggest Grandmaster?" The man on the left said to the man on the right, as the two entered an elevator descending deeper into the bowels of the Earth.
"... have you spoken with director Lu about IRAS?"
" sir... has only ever been used domestically. I'm not sure if it's ready to be used in a foreign environment like this"
" Why don't we ask the director himself those questions?"
The elevators stopped and the two individuals walked into another hallway. Cracked concrete covered by drywall reflecting the dim artificial lighting flanked their path down the entire hall as they made their way down the length of that hallway.
The individuals stopped halfway down the hall. Stopping in front of a door that was cream in color and only identifying feature that differentiated it from the rest of the cream doors in this hall was the number 316 painted in Black Ink.
The Grandmaster walked in quickly followed behind by his associate.
Their ears were instantly flooded with the clicking of 100 keyboards below their feet. Row after row of agents in front of computers working diligently as the two higher-ups walked on a walkway over their heads. On the other side of the walkway was a door with windows flanking both sides.
The two men walked into the office suit which was occupied by a single individual also sitting in front of a computer. A young man. With uncharacteristic long black hair set him apart from the shorter hair worn by most of the members of the shingzi ren.
" Grandmaster. I would say I wasn't expecting you but I think we both know that's a lie"
" you saw what happened in Xiomera?"
" yes sir. Nasty stuff. Glad only the right people got hurt. Is that the official line the state is taking?"
" more or less"
" well heaven forbid I violate Orthodoxy. Anyway, you're here to get the internet research Society into the fight over the obsidian throne?"
" of course. We've seen over the past few years how successful IRAS operations have been domestically. I hope that you can duplicate those results Within Xiomera."
"... well in a purely hypothetical scenario, using a few back Channel connections we maintain with our allies in xiomera… let our bots start to get loose on there closed net… we could start to produce a lot of propaganda and really spread it all over their social networks. We can also create fake users supporting other candidates, and make them look like assholes to alient supporters. That being said...if xiomera did that to us I think we would be very angry so I wouldn't recommend it on the grounds that it'll pr…"
But before the director had even finish this statement The Grandmaster had already turned around and began to walkout
" do it…"
He motions with his right hand and the other agents would walk in with him joined him at his side
" of course sir. " the director replied is the door closed behind him
The Grandmaster turned to the other agent as they made their way down the hall
"... well he's doing that start that incident in the South. I can trust you to handle that without actually getting anyone important killed right?"
" how about no one killed at all sir?"
" I like that even better"
“Allright, ill get right on it, and waht about you sir?”
“ im going to shake some trees, see if any spoiled fruit falls out...spoled fruit with Tepilcayotl name on it”
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