Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:26 am by Syla Ulfsdottir
*She was alone, but amongst friends, she was at one place and all of them. She was floating, flying, crawling, running, skimming. She was god, created in his absance. She was an Angel of Vengence. She was looking, looking for someone worhty, scouring files, breaking locks to scour more.
Yes... HIM. He is worhty... he is worhty for one more last chance, or vengence.
He will pay, either with life, or with change.*
*Agrube Domon was a wealthy business man, who used legal but mean tactics to break other businesses to get his business to grow. That is not a crime, that is Captialism. On the other hand, he used ghost companies to employ young, poor Xan for well paying jobs abroad. He ships them to Juvex where they are sold into slavery. Sure, the smart ones cept away, but still, he proffitted from the suffering of others.
Not that it bothered him. He was a well known, respected businessman, one that had a lovely penthouse on the top of a skyscraper. Who cares what he did to get there?
He was alone this day, sitting in his large couch, watching his large holonet broadcast, with a large Corellian Ale in his large hand. He was enjoying a show about space-monkeys... not thinking about the records and files in his highly secure, but by now hacked hard drive.
Suddenly the holo goes boom, the projection gone, just blue screen of death. He looks at it puzzled, wondering if it is broken, but soon he becomes wiser.
A face shows up, as if morphed out of the Bluescreen of Death, not known to Agube how real that name now was.*
"Agrube Domon, you have been a Bad Boy."
-Agrube-
"What the hell is this?"
"A bad bad Boy."
-Agrube-
"Is this a joke?"
"You drained your fellow living so you could elavate yourself above the rest, not on their wallets, but on their blood, sweat and tears. You have created a sickness in the world, the symptom is slavery, but the cause is greed, greed and heartlessness. The disease is in you, Agrube Domon."
*The voice was cold and mechanic, no emotion no remourse, no chance to break it. Agrube just sat shocked, not beleaving what was going on. Slavery? How could... ANYONE know that? That was years ago! And nothing can get through his firewalls... A disease?*
-Agrube-
"KRIFF YOU!"
*He cried out, and then smiled, because he shut the Holo off. Some freaking joke someone is playing on him. Someone knows of his past, but what can they do? he can pay any lawyer to get him out of this, even a judge or two... and they will pay dearly for this... yes. He will check on his sistems, and track down whoever is...*
"I am giving you a chance to attone for your sins Agrube, dont throw it away."
*The Sound sistem. Her voice was booming through it, now playfull... filled with life but still mechanic. It was both cute and terrifying in the same way.*
"Go to Juvex, and set yourself to slavery. It wont help those you wronged, but you will attone for your deeds. And I will let you live."
-Agrube-
"Kriff you! I will track you down, and when I have found you I will Kick your choobies and sell YOU to the Juvex slavers you small minded kriff!"
"Your choice is made Agrube. I am sorry for it, but you have been a bad boy."
*It was cold again, colder then any winter Agrube has ever lived through.*
"A bad boy..."
*Now, her voice came through the datapad on his cofee table.*
"A Bad Boy..."
*The computer in the corner, the self-cooking owen kitchen sistem, the motorised fridge, the cleaning droid in its closet, the comm in his pocket, the door announcer, the building intercomm sistem and finally, the Holo projector kicked in again, that blue face, with lightning as hair in the bluescrean of death.*
"You have been a bad boy Agrube..."
*Agrube was terrified, it was too loud, too much at once, he couldnt do anything, the universal remote in his hand didnt work on anything, how much he now was bombarding the shutdown button, restart button, mute, he finally threw it to the wall. He started running to the door, but fell in the cleaning droid that somehow found its way at his feet. He didnt remember it being out of its little closet, no matter, he just wanted out. He got the the door, and started bombarding the door opening button, but nothing happened...*
"A baaad baaaaaaaaad boy..."
*Her voice still echoing. He started screaming as he pressed the button, and this time, something happened. Sparks shot out ans the panel shorted out, a fire in the wall, electrical fire started to spread. A clear black line along the wall and over his head to the lamp, as the wires inside the walls overheated, somehow circumventing the fuse. The line went over to the other wall, and into the kitchen, also an other line showed up on an other wall spreading.*
"A Baa&#¤d B%#"
*The voice was breaking up as the kitchen started to spark, and the owen exploded in a flame of fire, spreading the what was now turning into an inferno. He was cut off. The only way to get out was the door, the same door that was now aflame. He was on the top of a skyscraper, in a burning penthouse, stuff going berserk around him, the cleaning droid was aflame, but its wheels still worked, and it pulled a black line after it as it slowly tried to get closer to him, burning, spreading the fire, following him as he was fleeing to the only secure place, the balcony.
The lamp above him exploded, shreding his face and his hands with hot glass, cutting his skin deep. It didnt help that he pulled his hands to his face, and cut even more. He wasnt thinking any more, he was panicing, but he forgot the cleaning droid.
He felt something cold at first, somehow realy bad heat always feels cold for a second before boiling your skin. The little droids hull was melting, and that all melting hot light metal got on his leggs, and he himself started to burn. He tried to hit the flames away, to set out the fire, but instead his hands were burning...
A moment later, there was a human fireball falling down the side of the scyscraper, and finally splattering all over the stairs that led to the building lobby.*
*She was the god of Vengence in the ether, A digital knight of justice, a dark angel with a flaming sword.
She is Binary Chick, cold as the digital realm itself, rooting your secrets, and if they are too dark, you should fear the day she finds you.*