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POSTED ON Jan 6, 2021 11:22:06 GMT

[attr="class","spiral"]Hoenn's pride and joy: Devon Corporation.

The regional company is the only one of its size in Hoenn. Anything big enough to compete originates elsewhere, from another region and therefore secondary to those who show mercantile patriotism. Which is why Fernando Silph wants it for himself. A merger between Silph Co. and Devon would make him the undisputed richest man in Hoenn, if not a good portion of the world. And, more importantly than that, it would entitle him to all the resources Devon has.

Employees. Research. Resources in general.

He wants it all.

And the past weeks have been constant moves pushing him toward his end goal. All because their CEO, the latest in Stone casualties, had to die in the line of duty. That, coupled with their lack of replacement, and efforts by others to undermine their business flow, have caused its perception and stock price to plummet. Anyone who truly cares about the company, and even the region to an extent, ignores the bad news, but those just looking to invest and compound their worth jump ship. It's enough to capitalize on and forces them to move.

One of those moves is following up with Stone's belongings. Among them, his computer is booted for the first time since the war started. It's obviously not him, given his status, but the company's IT, tasked with digging through his company laptop to copy over anything not on the network before purging it for reuse.

For anyone interested in Devon, or just an opportune junkie looking for a ripe target, there is nothing sweeter than the momentary lapse in security in Hoenn's most influential companies. An offer on the dark web sells details when the computer will be booted on as well as how to get in. None of the security systems are disabled— turning off the firewall would be a red flag— which means it's up to them to break in and take what they want. Being able to disguise traffic and recover packets is up to those who think they're up to the task without getting caught.

Fernando does it off his own network, piggybacking on someone's home wifi that he's long pilfered due to the assistance of his Porygon. Currently, he sits under the apartment he's leeching off of, tucked into the far end table at the end of the cafe he's visiting. The location and proximity of the living space he's invade is perfect. Now, if only he could remember how to do this fluidly.

Most of his own hacking consists of a heavy reliance on his Pokemon. While that would be the most effective, their efficiency would paint him as target number one.

Little does he know, he's not the first one online and ready.

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POSTED ON Jan 7, 2021 0:07:55 GMT

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FERNANDO SILPH
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lulu kept eyes on the dark web. she was privy to tips, even. she was alert, responsive. efficient. she had no life, really.

this was by far the biggest opportunity that had landed in her lap in the six months she’d spent as one in rocket’s fold. having been living remotely in a state of paranoia for a time, spying defensively, her skills in script were as sharp as ever. it made sense. after getting it cleared, she’d been deemed best for the job.

time and time again, her brother had suggested a rotom to aid in her cyber crime quests, but lulu maintained that she functioned well enough on her own without a ghost to throw her off her a-game.

she opened the terminal. ‘mustang:▊’. the white box blinked, awaiting her command. her fingers went to work, sending line after line, her dependably well-built machine processing it as impossibly fast as her input. quickly, she activated her own self-scripted invisibility and security programs. they were new; constantly updated. she was confident in her ability to get past the firewall, and much anything else.

once all shields were up, it was time to go. she referenced the ip address from her assignment, and went away with the first assault. a few hurdles, but no eye of the needle too thin to squeeze through on her wit. on the other end, files being transferred elsewhere would seem to be suddenly held up by a convincing, inhuman error message.

from her seat at a desk in an empty office she’d come across the key to, somewhere far away, she breathed. ’just let me in. don’t make me kick the door down.’

her solrock hovered nearby, soaking up what was left of the sunlight through a curtainless window.

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[attr="class","spiral"]“Hmm.”

While Lulu flourishes in her field of expertise, Fernando flounders. Each keystroke comes out in short bursts. Syntax is remembered but never in completion. These strings of independent commands come together to form one cohesive story, told one line at a time, spaced out between thought and patience.

His primary objective is to get in undetected. A heavy focus on stealth makes his advancement slow. His own tools match the capacity of her own, the best money can buy, amplified by the vast amount of Porygons he has at his disposal.

For a rookie job, Fernando fancies the original Porygon, old school with clean fundamentals no one can really differentiate from a textbook hacker. Only their lack of slipups, a boon of being digital, distinguishes AI from human.

Everything goes smooth. Almost too smooth. Until they come across a red flag. Lulu’s preparation protects her against scrying eyes. She remains undetected, untraceable. But Devon’s data does not. She and Fernando are just two of many that have flocked at a chance to pilfer ill kept secrets.

Noticing data route to several sources that go outside of Devon’s network shows that they are not alone. More locks come undone, some from Fernando, some from Lulu. The doors in part, allowing all those that dare venture in to dive further into endless traffic.

In the cafe, Fernando’s eyebrows knit. He has a decision to make.

What’s more important: receiving this data or making sure no one else does?

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POSTED ON Jan 12, 2021 2:42:15 GMT

FERNANDO SILPH
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it wasn’t poorly done. someone clicked it in their frustration, as others began their own assaults, and the rat was loose.

her fingers moved to a couple of keys. down arrow, down arrow. no. a couple of filters after a moment, feeling the pressure of others in the arena and a crunch for time. it would take hours to pilfer through everything. so, she went directly to what she was after: the power plant files.

it was easy enough to find those of relevance with a few keywords, and she then did a couple of quick laps through the rest, reacting with mechanical reflexes and a flow that could only be deemed a gift. once she’d confidently completed her first objective, she quickly switched out a thumb drive, and then took to an all-out blind thieving spree on whatever was the left of the files she could get her hands on before she was shut out. even if none of it was relevant, there could have been an unlikely gem somewhere, and as far as she felt, there could be no counterstrike made against her. she was invincible—and it was very nearly not just a feeling.

the reason her brother had suggested her to oscar clayton had not been simply for their relation. that would not have been characteristic. lulu was one of the best in the world at what she did. she was a savant, truly—completely self-taught, incredibly dynamic, and not entirely neuro-typical. her damningly poor decisions did not negate the fact that she was, indeed, a genius.

a cigarette to her left which had suffered one puff had managed to burn itself down all the way to the filter, blackening some unfortunate person’s desk.

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POSTED ON Jan 16, 2021 10:35:12 GMT

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[attr="class","spiral"]Indecisiveness is fatal in a race against time.

As always, Fernando plays for the safe option: both. A preliminary scan looks to grab whatever he can get his hands on. There's no need to dig deep. Volume matters more than quality, especially if it's within reach as opposed to having him work harder to delve past a few more security measures. From there, he can parse the data at his leisure—by him that means his large laboratory of Porygons, but the schematics mean little.

When Fernando finds his fill he starts to sabotage everyone with Devon as proxy. Their mutual measures in keeping discrete are forsaken in a bid to eliminate the competition. Purposefully sloppy movements eventually raise alarm and the cyber security team comes in fast. They're not instant but it's a good start.

Until everyone else is locked out, Fernando sends his Porygon to backtrace whoever proves vulnerable. It passes by Lulu's trail harmlessly, unable to find a crack in her handiwork. When it passes, it leaves its own trace, giving her the clue that someone had attempted to discern her identity without leaving their own in the process. It's not perfect but neither side end up knowing just who exactly is 'responsible'.

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POSTED ON Jan 19, 2021 3:59:32 GMT

FERNANDO SILPH
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lulu leaned closely over the computer, squinting through the lenses of her rather plain glasses and curiously watching the names of the files as she stole them. soon, however, an asshole emerged. “shit. no. fuck off.” she kept taking what she could, and attempted to counter where she was able with her own tricky programming, but was soon booted after the alarm had been raised.

she sat back in her seat, assessing, and then noticed that a couple of new lines of code had appeared in a window off to the side. inputting some numbers from the function, she found that it pulled zero information. it was like a footstep left behind by a ghost. as easy as this had just been, she was fairly certain it was not devon’s team.

her eyebrows arched, and then stitched together as she strained to translate it, hands busy pulling another cigarette from the pack. it was unusual, and she didn't like that.

giving herself a light, she took a puff. her head pushed the headrest of a nice computer chair back as her jaw raised towards the ceiling and she blew out a large cloud of smoke.

fuck.

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POSTED ON Jan 26, 2021 23:34:30 GMT

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[attr="class","spiral"]Hmph.

Most of them call it quits well before things get risky. Cowards. But, then again, remaining discrete is the name of the game. Only Fernando dares overstay his welcome. While not the best hacker or most tech-savvy person in all of Hoenn he still boasts the best setup. There is something that an array of Porygons—all forms not just the 'X' factor that is PorygonZ—that render him untouchable in cyber space.

Eventually, he too is booted out with a little more than a treasure trove of useless scraps. The way he sneers at his covered laptop camera allows the nerves to leave his finger tips as he enjoys the rest of his Hazelnut Bianco Latte. Everything else is automatic, scoured like binary as the cybernetic Pokemon get to work.

Data scraping is fun when you're not the one that has to do it.

Now, it's simply a race against time, to see how can uncover what and how they put it to use.

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POSTED ON Jan 28, 2021 4:22:31 GMT

FERNANDO SILPH

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She ejected the second thumb drive, cleaned up, shut the laptop. Looking over at her Solrock by the window, she found that it was now dark out. She packed away her computer and then left the office, abandoning the desk in its defaced state.

★

Much later that evening, after a trip to the bar in Lilycove, she would sit up at her desk in her Slateport apartment (what a day of travel it had been) and pick through the files she’d collected on the first drive. Many—the important ones, she assumed—were heavily encrypted.

Without the help of Porygon, or the slew of software she had at her disposal, Lulu went in with her eyes only, scribbling feverishly in sloppy scratch across a lined notebook as she attempted different keys. She spent much of the evening finding algorithms at a speed most would think humanly impossible. This was what set Lulu’s brain apart from others. To aid her were the clues within her vocabulary of electrical science, lent to her by years of experience in Galar building electric detonators, among other devices.

Over multiple days and several pots of coffee, everything on the first drive was eventually cracked, and the secrets were finally exposed. Re-encrypting everything with her own key, she readied the information to present to her buyer.

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POSTED ON Jan 28, 2021 12:59:45 GMT

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[attr="class","spiral"] The amassed efforts of many versus the raw talent of one.

Unbeknownst to Fernando, the conclusion to the age old question comes to a conclusion. Whether it by sheer coincidence or fate, they pilfer through their information at the same time. Scilabs, his own division within Silph Co., slots in the time only when the other employees are gone, leaving only Fernando’s Pokemon to tinker with his side project.

What they find is mostly disappointing. At least for those who were expecting something more than the usual.

Lulu will find a myriad of standard documents, nothing fancy by any means, but information that’s far from public. Employee protocols shared on an internal drive, a list of resources and contemporary data that’s accessed daily by employees. Devon’s utilities are also found among them, with information on where these generator and power lines trace back to. Most of them are reserved for their repairmen and electrical engineers.

Who would have known that these plans were so potent for Team Rocket’s buy-in with Infinity Energies.

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POSTED ON Feb 4, 2021 0:30:37 GMT

FERNANDO SILPH Alek Xanders

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More than a week and a promotion passed.

‘TSSsss...’

Drops of cheap, potent coffee burned and evaporated as the hotplate was exposed for a moment. Black liquid poured into a glass hexagonal mug with the handle broken off, which she quickly sat to the far edge of her desk. A hand waved away the stinging heat in the pads of her fingers.

There were papers strewn about, folded in odd places, scribbled on in all different directions. She pulled her ankles up towards her and sat like a butterfly, a clipboard propped on one knee and an elbow on the other. Her left wrist crooked, she wrote in all caps with no curves,

A L E K X A N DE R S

B I OT E C H

U B R ES

Biting her lower lip some, she stared at the letters and then set the clipboard down with a light clatter on the laminate. His personal information had been guarded, but not well enough to avoid the likes of her, nor a new Porygon in her possession.

Lulu would proceed to become the man’s stalker for the following two weeks.

Then, when all of that was said and done, and she'd successfully recruited him as a colleague, she returned to the drive again. Did it hold more secrets? Only time and a labor of obsession would tell.

So far, this had been a monumental success.

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POSTED ON Feb 22, 2021 8:09:56 GMT

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[attr="class","spiral"]As much as both parties scour, there is nothing left to be found. What discoveries that remain untapped are not spelled out within the data that sits in their gasp. That information is merely a reference, no better than a guidebook to look back on once context is given. What they is to know how to use that information.

While the details of Alek Xanders may come across as obvious, the rest does not. For now, it'll sit in their pockets, something for later use should the need arise.