public PTSs - 91st!
Jun 24, 2022 18:05:03 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jun 24, 2022 18:05:03 GMT -5
hi all! i want to read all of your PTSs and thought i should start this up! drop them below!
Plugging in the USB, she looks up at her executioners and smiles.
The idea had hatched slowly in Kassia's mind. The day she arrived in the luxurious training center apartment she had recognized the little machine on the wall of her room. One of her first gigs had been at the AC development company which created machines just like that one. After spending weeks working on the backend for the appliance, Kassia would recognize the smiling raindrop insignia anywhere.
She had figured something that was such high quality would have been shipped to the Capitol, but it was still an unexpected surprise. Despite her terrible time working on the code for that company, it was a piece of home she could find some small comfort in.
After stumbling back from the pool party, she collapsed onto her bed, giggling from a mixture of whatever she had drunk and how different the gamemakers seemed in person. Up close, they just seemed so normal. Not normal like a regular human person--they still had that eccentric, holier-than-you Capitolite look--but they were not nearly as intimidating as she had thought they would be. For some reason, when she had pictured gamemakers, she had thought there would be more fangs involved. However, their job was still to lead her to her death.
And that's why Atticus told her that she needed to impress them. If she could impress them, then she would have a shot at making it home.
You need to be invincible, she reminds herself, small, alcohol-sourced hiccups bubbling out of her. You are here to win, and then not even the Capitol can hurt you. The victors all look stoic, powerful, and ready to fight anyone who got in their way. People capitulate to their celebrity status. If only she could be strong enough, she would have a chance to make things right, to bring her father home.
So, after the true exhaustion from the pool party set in, she took a nap to regain her energy, and she plotted.
The night before the private training sessions, she was thinking through the conversations of the day. Pulling the covers over her, she gets lost in a maze of thoughts. She had been told over and over again that she needed to think of something impressive for the gamemakers, but she couldn't think of anything she could do. She could barely start a fire, her time with Derecho revealed that throwing knives was out of the question, and she was sure that being openly belligerent to Saber didn't help her case.
Cordelia definitely had something planned, but Kassia knew that she really didn't need anything prepared. All the girl from one needed was to flash one of her winning smiles and wave a sword around. Alpha and Cachi definitely had something up their sleeves too. To them, she must seem like a charity case, a house cat lost in a pride of lions.
If only she could be strong like them.
Looking back up at the wall, the smiling raindrop symbol stared her down, calling out to her. Then, it clicked.
Getting out of bed, she stumbles out of her room and pokes her head out to get the attention of the avox standing by.
"Hey, um, excuse me?" Kassia wasn't used to being waited on, "Could you grab me a computer, a flash drive, and a cord?" The avox looks at her for a second, confused, before nodding his head silently.
"If they ask just tell them I want to record my last will and testament or something like that." He looks even more confused, but nods again and turns to walk away.
Biting her lip in thought, hoping he would return with what she needed, she waited. To pass the time, she took a look at the little AC controller again, inspecting it and tapping on it lightly. After moving through a set of options, she clicked on Version Settings, and, after seeing they hadn't updated their devices since when she worked on it years ago, she grins.
When the avox returns with her supplies, she sets to work. After plugging in the cord to the machine and connecting it to the computer, she's able to pull up all the settings on the monitor. After reaching a screen that asks for an admin password, she grins, she doesn't need one. When she had been working on the backend for this machine years ago, there was a glaring bug that she had decided not to fix after the manager had yelled at her one too many times.
After inputting a few commands that would normally change the temperature wildly, the memory storage in the little machine overflowed and she could do whatever she wanted. She silently thanks her younger self for being too unmotivated to fix the bug as she bypasses the admin controls. Because of her newfound admin access, she could see what other devices connected to the little machine. Like she suspected, the entire training center was interconnected, controlled by one network labelled simply as TrainingCenterLAN.
From the admin controls in the AC controller, she could easily jump from machine to machine. She looked at the titles of all the devices on the network, grouped together into folders:Security
Cameras
WiFi Routers
Training Machines
Dining Hall Devices
Com System
and much more.
Navigating herself into the training machines, she found the one she wanted. Realistic Hologram Battle Simulator.
She had been inspecting it shortly before she had really met Saber for the first time. After inspecting the code for a bit, she began to get a feel for the machine and how it really clicked. It was simple, really, spawning the holograms as objects every time it was requested, and then the holograms had a series of commands they could take depending on the sensors.
After looking through that, she exited and checked on the security system with a grin. Yawning, she knew she needed to finish this and get to sleep soon.
The computer didn't have any IDEs downloaded already, so she set to work on the little notepad feature, writing her commands quickly and then checking each line of code. Plugging in the flash drive, she moved the code over into the small device and set it to execute upon being inserted into another machine.
After disconnecting everything and getting rid of the evidence, she fell into sleep. It was the first time she was able to rest without nightmares her entire time here.
The alarm woke her up two hours later to remind her to get dressed and head down for the private training sessions. After pulling on the training suit which, to her dismay, had no pockets, she pulled on her waistband to put the small flash drive against her hip. Heading down to the basement to await her judgement, she sat in the chairs next to the other tributes in silence.
Soon, she saw some people she could consider friends go to impress their judges. Cor went first and Alpha followed shortly after. They would be a tough act to follow, but hopefully Linnaea didn't do anything too stunning to set the stage.
When they finally called her name over the loudspeaker, she took one more deep breath, knowing she already had everything prepared.
Stepping into the room, her eyes flash over the rest of the training center. It looked perfect, undisturbed, and ready for a tribute to show off a talent. Looking up at the gamemakers, she paced a little towards them and flashed the best smile she could give them and waved. "Hey, gang! Long time no see!"
She could feel her heart begin to beat in her ears.
"I know that you all like flashy things, so I hope I don't disappoint."
Walking over to the control panel where she could control the holograms, she stopped. Instead of touching the screen to activate any of the controls, she began to run her hand along the bottom of the monitor. Then, her fingers stopped as she felt the small, welcoming inlet. It was still in the same space it was in when she had filed it away for future use before talking to Saber in the training center that first time.
Grasping the flash drive and stumbling for a moment as she pulls it out of her waistband, she chuckles a little to offset the tension building in her. Searching with her hands again, she lines up the drive with the machine's port, before looking back up at the gamemakers.
Maintaining her smile, she plugs it in, and the executable commences.
The force field in front of the gamemakers flickers for a moment and shuts off, sputtering out of existence. Just as she had programmed it to do, it bypassed the security she had investigated last night. It was a handy piece of malware, to say the least. If she got out, maybe she could sell it to some anti-Capitol group to make her even wealthier than the average victor.
Then, the light show began.
The holograms flickered to life, a set of soldiers holding swords and maces set to the highest difficulty. It was her army.
Stepping away from the machine, she looked back up the gamemakers, a grin widening across her face. The malware was executing perfectly.
"See you all in a few weeks! I'm excited to win this and we can all get a bit more acquainted."
Then, her infantry charged, a battalion of automated light at her command. They jump to the gamemakers and climb the wall to where they were perched as observers. Normally, they would have been confined to one area, but Kassia had found a piece of their code showing that, if needed, they could wander throughout the entire training center. It was only the commands that limited them, so she set them free of their bounds.
Kassia knew they wouldn't really hurt them. She had seen the holograms in action, and the most they could do was bruise them a little. Still, it was nice to see the gamemakers being the ones in some danger for a change.
Her creations reach the gamemakers, pulling themselves into the observation booth, unabated by the now absent forcefield.
Turning away to let her work take its course, she strolled out of the training center, her fingers crossed that the gamemakers wouldn't use this as an excuse to drop a mutt on her from the sky before the countdown even finished.
ooc tldr: kassia goes full hacker mode, hacks the training center from her room pre-pts, then during the pts she shuts off the forcefield between the gamemakers and the tributes and sets the hologram things on the gamemakers!
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Every tribute has a story to tell. A use to be had in the grand scheme of everything, but Kassia Simons from Three has a scheme of her own. Ever since he's spent time around the tributes, he's learned what to expect from the teenagers who's deaths were in his hands. An avox having handed him the second bottle of beer he's asked for. A swig as Kassia Simons comes walking in with all the confidence in Panem. No one gets to find their way underneath his skin, not without consequences.
A note is handed to him quietly, reading from it while he stays on target. She's got something big planned. The smile that dares to pull from his lips as he sets the bottle down following her movements across the training center. For just a second, he notices the drive being plugged in. "Interesting." The slight shimmer of the forcefield flickers. Saber's grin continues as he taps his pen against the tablet, waiting for the finale she had planned. The note staring him right in the face.
The holograms flicker to life; weapons in hand focused on them. Lauren and Zeus probably have no idea of what's happened. His words come over quietly, "Careful now." The holograms move as her rebellion continues. The grin growing wider as he stares back unafraid of a teenage girl from Three who believes she's above them. Arms crossing over his chest as he waits for her to leave. Holograms rushing towards the walls of their observation deck. Saber waits until she's left the room before he stands up, holding the knife from the cutlery around the food. A solid hold as he tosses it downward, cutting into the hologram past the forcefield barrier.
A wave of his hand and the shimmer is back. Sitting back down, he listens to the fading holograms and yawns. "Hmmm..." Saber's focus coming back to the other two, unsure of if they had been informed of tributes hacking into the system. "Intelligent, confident, but unruly. Well versed in technology, but holograms aren't gonna save her in the arena." Looking at what Zeus and Lauren put, he smiles. "Well, let's see how you handle the arena without an army behind you." Scribbling down the final score of a 9 into his tablet.