skript kitty (Mark 4)

THE mails AI is the one that has personality? Mail gets put on look down.

3 weeks Gale had slaved over

Gale made her way through the chaotic mass of shopper. she wore a oversized hoodie and jeans that almost completely co

stood amungest a chaotic mass of patrons

the idea was easy enough, sneak past the outer security, clime through the air vents while the inner security was still up-dating its operating systems, locate and hack into the mainframe, make her self the administrator, mine the dater from the severer and then sell the dater on the information market.

the sever room was quit with the exspeton of the werling of cooling fans and the only ilumashon was of the blinking lights from the suvers. sudddenly-

The plastic ventilation hatch burst off the side of the air duct with ease from a sharp kick, before hitting the ground with a rickety thwack. A young woman dressed in scruffy street clothes and hoodie that where now caked in a thin dust pulled herself from the newly constructed entrance before dropping to the floor somewhat awkwardly before exploding into a coughing fit.The woman was of slim and acrobatic build that neared on gaunt, and possessed a long feline tail of dark gray fur, as well as a pear of yellowy green inhuman eyes that reflected luminously from under the shadow cast from her hood.

after mostly recovering from her coughing fit, gale found that she had happed apon the serva room.

recovering from her coughing fit, Gale begun to look around and found that at-last she had found the server room



THE mails AI is the one that has personality, drone is a drill sugient?

The plastic ventilation hatch burst off the side of the air duct with ease from a sharp kick, before hitting the ground with a rickety thwack. A young woman dressed in scruffy street clothes and hoodie that where now caked in a thin dust pulled herself from the newly constructed entrance before dropping to the floor somewhat awkwardly before exploding into a coughing fit.The woman was of slim and acrobatic build that neared on gaunt, and possessed a long feline tail of dark gray fur, as well as a pear of yellowy green inhuman eyes that reflected luminously from under the shadow cast from her hood.

"Ave, please say we are in the right room this time!" she spluttered out whilst waving her right hand in-front of her in order to clear some of the dust. a gruff and deep synthesized voice, with the bearing of a drill Sargent answered her "affirmative flesh bag"
aerial vigilance enforcer


synthesised voice overflowing with electronic

the intruder looked around and found her self in an empty derelict hallway "narc, please say where in the right room, "

The veiled figure holding her finger to her left "hay mat, i am in, how long did it take?" her slightly scratchy voice coloured with pride. A voice with digital static replied "good job Gale, let me bring up the floor plan" despite the complement the voice was monotone and devoed of any real emosehn.

a scratchy yet oddly stern voice made somewhat fuzzy by the static from the decryption process spoke into her right ear via "Gale, come in, Gale". Gale raised her cybernetic arm near to her mouth in order to give her response "sup mat, what need"

"So i got us inside, what now".  (Gale and Willow tallking about what needs to be done) (betrayal) corrosively smug.

The elevator made a gentle ding sound as it door slide open. A drab lifeless hallway awaited Gale, its dull lights blinking to life as she exited the elevator. At the end of the hallway was a door with a muted steel gray plake with 'security office' engraved apron it. The screen on Gale's arm surged to life as it open an audio channel. "Hay Willow"
Gale awoke.