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Who: Ram, OPEN
Where: Tron City (anywhere out in the open, tagger's choice)
When: somewhere in the proximity of...now
What: There's a new Ram on the Grid. Have at it, folks.
Warnings: If you make me put something here I will be severely disappointed.
It was supposed to be a quick hop-and-a-skip to the communication terminal but somehow the surveillance program found himself on the tail end of a teleportation relay. He was displaced to the other side of the System in an instant. He cursed underneath his breath because glitch that had been really unexpected and for a nanocycle there he had thought one of the local sector Monitors had managed to sneak up and place an electrified baton in his back.
He calmed his breathing and took a look around to figure out which sector he'd been transfered to.
The air caught in his intake when he discovered he didn't recognize this sector, and he knew every sector of the System like the back of his glove. His existence, more often than not, depended upon it.
The only logical conclusion was that he'd been transported into another System for some reason. And it wasn't his home System. He searched for an I/O tower in the vicinity and found that he couldn't sense one anywhere nearby. Well, he'd just have to go searching for one then. And tread carefully while he was at it. Who knew what kind of security was in this place. He couldn't afford to be caught now. Not here. Wherever here was.
Where: Tron City (anywhere out in the open, tagger's choice)
When: somewhere in the proximity of...now
What: There's a new Ram on the Grid. Have at it, folks.
Warnings: If you make me put something here I will be severely disappointed.
It was supposed to be a quick hop-and-a-skip to the communication terminal but somehow the surveillance program found himself on the tail end of a teleportation relay. He was displaced to the other side of the System in an instant. He cursed underneath his breath because glitch that had been really unexpected and for a nanocycle there he had thought one of the local sector Monitors had managed to sneak up and place an electrified baton in his back.
He calmed his breathing and took a look around to figure out which sector he'd been transfered to.
The air caught in his intake when he discovered he didn't recognize this sector, and he knew every sector of the System like the back of his glove. His existence, more often than not, depended upon it.
The only logical conclusion was that he'd been transported into another System for some reason. And it wasn't his home System. He searched for an I/O tower in the vicinity and found that he couldn't sense one anywhere nearby. Well, he'd just have to go searching for one then. And tread carefully while he was at it. Who knew what kind of security was in this place. He couldn't afford to be caught now. Not here. Wherever here was.