Low Orbit Ion Cannon Launch!

[veepofchess]

Characters: Lelouch vi Britannia, Dirk Strider, Suzaku Kururugi and Rakuen's computer system
Format: Prose to start, but idk what he's going to set off, so if it does something, tag however
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude, Conquest computer labs, computers in the Mayor's mansion
Summary: Lelouch is brute forcing his way into the computer system, and launching a DDoS attack against Exaclan. He has Suzaku and Lil Seb running software in Conquest and the Mayor's mansion respectively.
Warnings: Breaking the system

All of the conditions were clear. Dirk was in position. Suzaku was ready as well. However, there were a few last touches the software needed, and that was only that he needed it to be able to blow the doors open when it was launched, so to speak.

His fingers flew over the keys. He'd long since gotten access to some of the disappeared people's accounts, and then he was using them to brute force his way into the more integral systems. Beyond the communication structure, into what ought to be the very fabric of this system. He sent Suzaku and Dirk a message with the code to run, and the precise time, within a tenth of a second with which to do so.

And then, he waited. He tapped his fingertip on the edge of the keyboard, beside the enter key. In his hand his PDA counted down.

5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
His opening moves had been made. Now was the midgame.


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Comments

[goodboybestshot]

[Jake was also in their room just sort of hanging out. He was messing around on his PDA when the strange message hit. He paused, blinking and looked over at Dirk. The next moment the penalty slammed into him.

He was never going to get used to those. He curled up and shouted, clutching his head for the duration. Once its done he blearily opens his eyes.]

What the hell did we do now?!

[That was definitely a weird kind of English. Not one accent but a good few thrown in.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Shit. Not just him, but Jake too, despite the fact that he didn't even do anything. Dirk manages to get himself over to where Jake is sitting and wrap an arm around him for the duration of the penalty. ]

Fuck if I know.

[ For a kid from the middle of an oceanic wasteland, Dirk sure does have a pretty generic whitebread middle-American accent. Blame all the TV and movies he grew up on. ]