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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Jun 6, 2019 16:33:46 GMT -6
Communication In Waves Xana PL: 26,834
Work was never far from the mind of Xanathrozza. She was technically no longer employed, but she loved to work with tech. She’d go far out of her way to help the Saiyan Kingdom, even if the person in charge was a legitimate terrorist. The Saiyaness had noticed a signal that had been reduced to near nothing, an obvious trap that something was waiting on the other end. Of course, Xana was not one to care. The forces on Namek were often nothing more than backwash, lucky enough to find any power exceeding 15. Technology has been enhancing heavily since the first mark of power spikes, so rayguns can do most of the damage now-a-days. A famous engineer on Earth invented a exosuit capable fighting and absorbing information like that of a modern fighter, so people are capable of anything with the right gear. If people like that existed, then of course tuning down the range of a simple radio frequency would be nothing but child’s play.
Taking the flight method, Xana soared in the sky about, her gaze following the infinite oceans this planet never ceased to have. Everywhere you look, water had to be somewhere in the picture. It was almost as common as the air one breathed. Regardless, Xana tried not to wrap herself up in the geography of the planet. The radio she had placed out here was a very vital setup. Not only was it essential for communication on a global scale, but it also shared a common frequency the Namekian people could use to come in contact with the Saiyan Kingdom, should the need arise. This tower was a special part of the previous battles here, as it called units in to protect the citizens when the StarGoons were raising havoc. No doubt the citizens would question the loyalty of the Saiyans should they start to not pick up.
A few minutes of ocean later, land came to be, and not to far from shore was a machine. It was a small platform hooks up to several server boxes, a generator, and a lot of satellite dishes. Scattered amongst the area were different totes to protect the machines from rain and signs that warned any trespassers that they with be sought out and captured. Landing next to a box of servers with a slowing trot, she turned to the boxes and started to examine the statuses. Green lights all across the globe. Each server box was in perfect condition, so no village or base was cut off access to this line. In fact, it seems the Saiyan Kingdom have been adding more, with an addition few machines placed on the ground next to the server box.
Xana turned to the menu HUD at the center of the control area, which was protected by a tent and back up generator. This project was very expensive to upstart, so having it go down would be a waste of so much money. It would even be wiser to, should another war force arrive, just overtake this camp rather than destroy it. It was equipment enough to supply an entire military force. Whoever messed with this has probably already informed a superior and is going to make some sort of plan against it. Hell, Xana wouldn’t even put it down that THIS is the ambush. Regardless, the Engineer tapped on the screen a few times, checking a few places for anything that had been messed with other than distance. Turns out, not only was the frequency shortened in distance, but it was changed all together. The dishes were moved to deliver outwards on another frequency, meaning someone had already fully hijacked the machine and was sending messages out to a planet somewhere.
Adjusting the numbers manually, Xana shifted the radio back to the Namekian broadcast. The waves were being sent out, but not in. Some outer force had shifted the network to become spyware. A clever trick, but it was terribly acted upon. “A child could have fixed this…” The Saiyaness stated, finishing up the code fixes with a few final button presses. The frequency was correct back to its original state, but the satellites would need a tune by hand, and no doubt some of the servers would have to be checked to see where they were changed to end up. It would be a valuable clue to solving the mystery behind these outside forces who were messing with the Kingdom’s stuff.
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Post by Namoldin on Jun 7, 2019 1:36:11 GMT -6
In the Ajisa mainland, on a beautiful Namekian day, a tall, green man streaked through the sky at great speeds. This was Namoldin of the Warrior Caste, and he was here on a mission. A nearby village elder had heard that an important radio tower had been on the fritz and he sent Namo to find out why. The Namekian was unsure of what he could possibly do to help, however. He wasn't a scientist. He barely even touched technology. The warrior simply saw little use in it. However, regardless of his own personal opinions, this tower in particular was important to his people and their safety. This being the case, this was a mission that Namo could not refuse. If he could help in any way, he could. Eventually, looking over the horizon, the Warrior Caste Namekian spotted the tower he was looking for. He frowned. This abomination of metal and wires marred the natural beauty of his home. It couldn't be helped was the unfortunate thing. No matter how much people like him fought to keep Namek isolated, it seemed that fate had other ideas. Namek was quickly becoming a popular spot for all sorts. With the creation of the new Dragon Balls, this problem was likely going to get worse. Namo had a dislike of strangers and outsiders. He was concerned that the worst would happen, that his people as a whole would come to ruin. On his final approach, his concerns were amplified when he felt a great power right where he was headed. "I think I found our culprit..." He muttered before landing at the base of the tower, a mere twenty feet from the source of the huge reading. There, he saw... someone. If memory served, this type of being was called a "girl." Examining the "girl," he noticed a tail at her back. Again, if memory served, this was the trademark trait of someone who belonged to the warrior race called the Saiyans. He heard their kind were quite powerful... and clearly the rumors were not exaggerated. But what was she doing here? He had heard that the tower was related to communication with the Saiyans and their Kingdom. Was she with them, perhaps? Crossing his arms, he decided to try and find out why she had come here. She was messing with the tower, which was certainly not a good sign. "Saiyan!" He called her out by the name of her race. "I have been sent by an elder of my people to assess the situation here. I am Namoldin of the Warrior Caste. Explain your purpose here."
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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Jun 8, 2019 10:26:13 GMT -6
Communication In Waves Xana PL: 26,834
As Xana examined the server boxes and satellite dishes, her armlet began to beep. Something with a power level above 1 had shown up, and with the fleet and the Namekians alike on high heel to attack Saiyans, she had to be sure it wasn't anything she couldn't outrun, should they be hostile. Pressing the command button, the device flipped open to reveal a power level, fluctuating somewhere near one thousand six hundred. It was a considerable power, for certain, but Xana could easily stop any attack they fired. Hopefully, if they were an attacker, she could keep a peaceful profile and just dodge most attacks.
Closing the scooter and continuing her examination work, the force finally appeared not to long into it. It was, luckily, a Namekian, though his introductions were a bit rougher than the others she had met thus far. As she was called out, she waved a hand towards him and smiled. "So are you here to help out? I'd love some extra hands." The Engineer walked back to the tent and tapped the main control unit a few times. Not too long after, the device detached from its holder, stuck to a single application. On the screen, there was a outward facing camera, reading a single word; Detecting.
Pushing out from the tent, the lady waved the Namekian down. "My 'business' is to repair the equipment I spent days of time setting up. Surely, if an elder want you, you know what it does, right?" Xana looked the machines over one last time. "Kinda stinks, too, I would have thought the Fleet had left Namek already, but their forces still have forces here, so I have to keep it up longer." The Engineer sighed and shook her head, looking at the screen in her hands for a moment before handing it out to Namoldin. "Here. Point that at a satellite and it'll show you to lines. A red one for where the satellite is currently aiming and a green one for where its SUPPOSED to aim. Just… move 'em into place and we can get this thing back up in no time."
Xana eyed the server boxes once more. Some of the green lights were now blue, hinting that the were pointing at a base not registered on the map for communications. If there was someone messing with this tower, Xana would have to investigate each one in person to ensure it was either Namekian or Saiyan. Hell, it might even be worth investigating some of the old Saiyan servers and see if any of the servers needed packing up or moving. The Saiyans had left quite a mess in the war, so it would help if she didn't piss them off with more things left lying around. |
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