<font color=lawngreen>Celestial

Not feeling very social on that night, as always, Celestial turns to the Communication building to check out the equipment. "No thanks, I'll just go to the comm room now. I'll take whatever cabin is available when I get back."
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Description of the communication building for Celestial:

As you step into the communications building you see the high power radio Dr. Newman had previously talked about which can be used within a range up to 100 miles (161 km). In a box on the table there are a dozen short range walkie talkies the expedition could use for communication between the camp and the temple. And then on the other side of the table Celestial spots a switched off computer, a television set and a phone along with the satellite uplink next to them.

Switching the computer on Celestial sits down on the chair and prepares for a long night on the net, but then is confronted by a screen asking for system administrator password.

<font color=lawngreen>Celestial

"Talkin' dirty to me, baby?" Celestial smiled as he sat infront of the computer, and grabbed the keyboard. He put it on his lap, put his feet up on the table and started typing like mad. Calculators, notepad files and DOS prompts started appearing on the screen by Celestial's commands, but each lasted only a second before it would turn off. "For Fu..." he started, looking at the applications closing down, but fell silent as a smiley face appeared on the screen, and a message below it:<font color=green>A fellow "programmer" I see. You know we anticipated some wizzkid trying to access this computer so we built in the best available protections. It is hackable but you'd need the NSA's computers for it. I'm not telling you not to try, just telling you you don't have any chance."
- Bill and Ted, Berkeley science students and "programmers"</font> "...sake" he finished as he read the message. His face changed into an even bigger smile than in the start "NSA computers... I have all the NSA computing power right here." he held up the USB drive and connected it to the front of the case. The second it connected, a few DOS prompts appeared, and closed as was planned. A password breaker appeared, and hex code started rolling in it's command line. Some symbol pairs remained, indicating the password was being broken. All the symbols turned into letters, showing the password. "Yess..." he breathe out as he continued into the operating system. With only a glimpse of the interface, the screen reverted back to the password prompt. A new line appeared above it: <font color=green>"Nice try. You have one try left [img]smile.gif[/img] "</font> [b]"This.. This will be fun." He summoned spikes, breakers and back-doors, even simulating a net environment, but nothing had effect. Celestial called forth admin sims, login generators, system decoders and every single trick he could think of that was available to him through the USB. Nothing worked. He even opened up the case, reset the internal settings, connected his own hard drive and tried booting from there. He succeeded, but still had no access to the data, or the connected devices. Pacing around the room, he pressed a few buttons on the keyboard every time he made a pass, trying out a new idea from a new angle. He was way beyond losing the track of time, the only thing in his mind was the sketch of the computer's security system, what he knows of it anyway.</font>

[ 11-06-2004, 05:13 PM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]

For Celestial:

After about two hours of trying to access the computer, a message popped up on the screen.

"Now that you have tried everything you can what if you entered your login name and your password as it appears on the list pinned on the wall?"

As Celestial looked at the wall, he noticed a list of login names and password indications. Not the actual passwords, but more like clues to what the passwords were. They all seemed to refer to personal stuff about the different members of the expedition. Noticing his own name Celestial saw the following text next to it: the IP adress of your first computer.

<font color=lawngreen>Celestial

No. They couldn't have. No chance they know that. Ah well, let's try. Celestial typed in his first IP in the password field, and, sure enough, he was greeted into the system. With only guest access, Celestial could only see the "Celestial's Documents" folder, and the plugged hard disk and USB drive. He also had internet access, but he remembered what doctor Newman said about the internet time being financially limited. Then, he had an idea about the net time. "What was that french television sat... Arianne? Yes... two-one-six, five-nine, .." he started thinking out loud, and typing. Not long after, he was connected to the television satelite interface, and his tools were ready to start.
One and a half hour later, Celestial, pleased with his work, leaned back on his chair, and watched the uplink dialogue. <font color=green>Connecting to Ari-5... Success.</font> He was pleased to have cut off sattelite TV for half of France, just to give himself free internet. "One capitalist network sattelite less", he thought. He covered his tracks, and logged off. His ego now restored, Celestial cast a casual glance on the list of logins, browsing over them.</font>

[ 11-06-2004, 05:51 PM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]

OOC: I would but since I have read the module before sending it to dplax I already know all the surprises etc. It would kinda ruin it, so I will leave it up to you guys. Enjoy [img]smile.gif[/img]
And have no doubt I will be watching to see how it plays out :D

OOC: since people haven't been posting I'll suppose that everyone has choosed a cabinmate and have gone off with them to the cabin. Just include in your next posts who you want to be with. I am sure that we shall be able to work out a solution.

IC: In the morning everyone wakes up where they slept, which for most people meant their somewhat comfortable beds, but for Celestial it meant the uncomfortable chair in front of the monitor where he had fallen asleep. The reason everyone woke up around the same time was Dr. Newman's voice through a megaphone. After a brief breakfast everyone gathered around Dr. Newman in the middle of the encampment as he told them of the days plans.

<font color=lightblue>"I hope that we can investigate the surroundings of the temple today, and maybe even have a look at the temple during the afternoon."</font>

He then assigned everyone to different working squads. By lunchtime, which they had around 3 pm a great part of the ruins in front of the temple had been explored on the surface. The finds so far had been several clay pots and some tools. However the group had encountered several strange oven like structures. Most of them were broken or covered by vegetation, but two of them are intact.

This find has Dr. Newman baffled as historogical explanations do not show that the indians in the area possessed this type of technology. As the lunch-break was getting towards its end he addressed the assembled investigators. The mexican workers were eating in their own tent.

<font color=lightblue>"I am quite surprised by having found those structures here. They may have been used for baking food or for ritual cremation, but I have never heard of the Aztecs possessing this technology. Does anyone have any thoughts on this?"</font>

<font color=lawngreen>Celestial

"Hey, don't look at me! To me it looks like any other manufactured-for-no-apparent-reason fireplace. I'm guessing you'd know this betterm right?" he says, turning to Schneider.</font>

[img]graemlins/Bump.gif[/img] Although probably this is a useless attempt. If no one else posts then may this thread rest in peace.

sorry I haven't been posting, I'll try to get something good posted today