Thread: NieR - 'User Error' (Kaybee x The Carnal Soul)

The collective had first made itself known to the public as an organization named 'Cicada 211'. The name was seemingly meaningless and the lack of seemingly pointed symbolism kept the general public guessing or even wholly oblivious to their existence, while the more 'minor' deep-web entrepreneurs were left only to wonder and imagine just what the group could be. They seemed to protest the 'Big Brother' government that had formed in the name of retaking the cities of Earth and spoke of how the 'common citizen' needed to rise up and secure their rights to independence and autonomy. And if it had stayed at that, then maybe they could have been ignored, and the remnants of humanity wouldn't have worried about them - but then money started disappearing. Equipment. Manifests were manipulated so gear bound for vital military posts ended up 'lost' in transit. It became quickly apparent that there was something that needed to be done about them. Some of the finest minds in cyberwarfare and counterintelligence who called the Bunker home were put to work on tracking this mysterious hacktivist collective. Of course they were surprised and almost unbelieving when that trail led them down to Earth, and further to within the liberated zone that had already been cleared and secured by their forces. It led them to a hydro-electrical plant that hadn't seen any activity of any sort ever since it had been cleared of Biodroids months and months past, except now it was pulsing with wireless signals up to and down from the moon. Satellite imagery was even quick to reveal at least a few humanoids spotted occasionally out on the surface or along the damn wall of the plant. Further analysis and recon before sending in 2B revealed they seemed to have nothing for defense from intruders as if they wholly expected nobody would come looking for them. Maybe they didn't? And they sent one, did they Colonel? The young man holding the phone grinned at the hesitant response. Oh don't worry. Nobody will know about your involvement - if you behave. The aging old military officer on the other end all but snarled his response, despite the awareness of just what kind of incriminating information the collective held on him. it had been through him that the collective had found out about the - unique - nature of the YoRHa Model 2s and that rather glaring weakness. He was the one who had pulled strings upon request to see one of these deadly warriors was sent, and alone, to deal with the collective once they had been discovered. And the man at their head who identified himself among his peers by his handle of 'Red Jack' couldn't help the grin that was stuck to his lips as he leaned back in his seat. Cameras had seen her, and as she skulked lower and lower into the plant she was monitored by cameras and EM sensors so that some of his best keyboard-jockeys could keep an exact point on wherever she might be. All while working to uncover those executable files and see just what they might do with them. And Red Jack was gambling rather hard on them finding a way to make what he had suggested work. After all he wasn't making any effort to hide should she finally find the main pump room. He sat in the center of the room facing the door that came down from the surface, illuminated by several glaring overhead lights, sitting on the edge of a rather hard looking surgical table, and grinning like a cheshire cat as he heard quiet footfalls coming closer even though it was hidden behind the scarlet-red metal mask that he currently wore over his face. As the door would come open he'd throw his arms open wide as if in a gesture to say 'welcome to my humble abode' and gave a laugh. Hello, hello! Come in, please! He laughed again. In his earpiece he heard a voice. Jack. I think we found it. Good. he whispered, Lock her receptors on.