Post by SCP-049 on Sept 4, 2016 13:14:22 GMT -5
The Mainframe
A Doctor Who universe fanfiction
Notes:Hey everyone! So I wrote this for another site (well, for a group of friends) and I thought it would be fun to continue it here as well^^
There isn't much you need to know about the Doctor who universe, or the character this fanfiction is centered around: Psi, a hacker/thief who has a cyber-augmented brain. It's centered around the events that lead up to Psi's involvement in 'Time Heist'; the only Doctor who episode he has appeared in to dateAnd Riv fell in love whoops
And just playing around with a gang of thieves XD
Please feel free to comment on it via pm (or I'll probably make an extra thread if needed lol ^^) I really love hearing other people's views on my writing!
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Prologue: And so it begins
"Welcome to Yarixta Bank, Safe of the Galaxies Greatest. Please refrain from the following:... "
The intercom rang through the main hall of the gold and silver interior as various creatures, from all walks of life, made their way through the extensive space. Despite the large hall, there was little beings to occupy it, let alone many reasons for the area to be occupied. The hall was in the shape of a hexagon, with three walls being occupied by a neat row of bank tellers to assist their clients. The small hum of groups chatting filled the room, but the feminine and obviously automated voice of the intercom reigned supreme.
Yarixta was one of the most well known banks in that corner of the galaxy; home to the rich and the filthy rich. If you couldn't bathe in your hourly earnings, then you're probably not in this bank. The security, handpicked and deadly, was made from the reptile-like inhabitants of a former military planet. The strict legion were easily recognizable with black plated armor and a bronze facial visor over their helmets; which didn't do much for their grotesque faces or heavy blasters.
Some new members listened intently to the rules, but most didn't even give it any notice.
Including Mr Yarixta, of course.
Resembling a bipedal, silver buffalo, the massive boss was making his way through the crowd to his private quarters, hands in his suit pockets and coat collar up. He stared ahead, greeting aliens in their native language as he walked. Just an ordinary day: The tellers were already hard at work, his guards in perfect sync, and the smell of his morning coffee was probably waiting on his table... He didn't usually report directly to work at this time of day, but he was in need for some work to be done. Time is money, as they always say.
Yarixta nodded at the armored guards as the furthest wall slid upwards to reveal the passage-way to his office, grabbing a cup of some steaming green liquid from a tray and putting in various codes to unlock the security system-
That is, until he saw the screen.
Mr Yarixta's face turned purple, whirling around to face the two guards. "Guards."
The two guards turned in sync, a hand snapping to the top of their helmets in a salute. "Yes Mr Yarixta, sir!"
The buffalo gritted his teeth, trying to hide his fury but failing miserably. His therapist had told him that he had to calm down, something about 'harming others and possibly getting sued'. Hah! "...Am I the only one who came by?"
The guards seemed to falter slightly, but kept the hands to their heads. "Yes sir!"
Yarixta stormed over and picked one up by the neck, hearing a sharp intake of breath as the guard flailed in midair. He glared at the guard's helmet with ever darkening red eyes. "Are. You. Sure?"
While the one flailed in the air, taking quick and short gasps, the other stuttered out a reply. "Y-Y-Yes Mr Yarixta, sir."
The buffalo frowned, tilting his head. "Okay then. Nobody has been in this compartment of the Bank." He said brightly, whirling around with the guard still in his grip as he paced. "I'm just delusional, aren't I? An old man just telling fables eh?" He ignored the hasty replies of 'No sir!' And 'You're not sir!', adding on to his small speech. Yarixta turned back to the skittish guard, grinning brightly. His knuckles popped as he clenched his fists, hearing an audible snap. "Then tell me...Why is the code already in!" With that, the limp body was thrown onto the monitor, cracking the glass as it slid to the floor.
The screen was lit up with green lights, all unlocked and obviously breached. However, the bottom of the screen had scrambled figures; binary code running across the key pad like a vicious virus.
The Bank had been Breached, a feat that hadn't happened in centuries...
The shaking guard stared at his boss, hand resting on the gun nestled in his holster.
Mr Yarixta took a deep, shaky breath; steam visibly sliding out of his nostrils. "...What are you waiting for you scaled excuses for Guards! Get me that thief!"
That's when the sirens started.
*****
"Just as planned" A man with black, slicked up hair smirked as the doors around the hallway shut down, putting a finger to the side of his head as he broke into a sprint. He had no need for a comms system in his ear, nor a laptop to handle the hacking; however, one could say he had it all in his head.Though hidden behind a hood, the metallic sheen of a head augment could be seen. "Was the Bank this stupid?"
Having set the system to scramble just 30 seconds ago, he had enough time to send a ghost virus to disable the cameras as he made his way towards the inner vaults via the air vent system. He had studied, and downloaded, many files of previously failed heists on this particular bank, thus he chose not to go towards the Boss' office. Instead, he would create the diversion there and take the more...'Gritty'...approach. Getting on all fours, he retrieved a small electrical bomb from his pocket, removing the gold plated cover and pushing inside. Pressing a button, the gold plating materialized back.
"You have 10 minutes." A female voice snarked in his head; though the tone was laced with humour. "You're getting slow Psi-"
"The amount of disrespect- You know what? You try crawling through this vent. I'm the one who is doing all the work!"
"Fine, you're not slow, Ferret...You're just getting plumper around the edges."
Psi hoped his eye roll could be heard over the airwaves. "One more quip and I'm shutting you out of my system."
"...Sorry sir" The voice was anything but.
With a small huff, Psi carried on snaking through the vents as the circulating air blew into his face. He ignored the cobwebs of who-knows-what in his face, but gave a small whimper when he saw one curl into his hair out of the corner of his eye.
"Suck it up, your hair gel was asking for it." The voice quipped again, followed by a giggle.
"Strike two." Psi warned, eyes attempting to look up at his hair as he crawled; wishing he could move his goggles off his face first.
"Fine fine...yeesh! You do your thing...Status report?"
"Well." Psi drawled. "My hair is a mess. The Festinds are currently 4 down in the Galactic basketball League with five minutes to go. Another planet was blown up in the Castillo Nebula and you're still a problem in my life. Oh, and I've just come over the under-vault"
There was silence over the comms for a moment, before Psi heard a thud and a groan. "...You give me stress."
Psi smiled to himself, kicking the railing as he landed in the middle of a row of safes. "Don't worry Chief, you know you love me-"
"I think you should cut your conversation short, you have 6 minutes." Another voice drawled through the communication device: formal, suave and punctual. "We're on a schedule."
The thief brushed himself down as much as he could, pulling the offending cobwebs out of his hair before the rest of the dirt and grime. Lifting up his goggles, Psi surveyed the room with a grin. "Which one, Maurice?"
"Aisle forty-four, row fourteen, safe one-two-six-five."
The room was large, about the area of an olympic pool; with row upon row of small silver safes. From his findings, Maurice had managed to pinpoint their target's prized possessions to this location, narrowing the field down greatly. Psi shook his head, nodding at Aisle 44. "All right." He murmured, proceeding to walk down the aisle. "I'll see you all on the outside"
A Doctor Who universe fanfiction
Notes:Hey everyone! So I wrote this for another site (well, for a group of friends) and I thought it would be fun to continue it here as well^^
There isn't much you need to know about the Doctor who universe, or the character this fanfiction is centered around: Psi, a hacker/thief who has a cyber-augmented brain. It's centered around the events that lead up to Psi's involvement in 'Time Heist'; the only Doctor who episode he has appeared in to date
And just playing around with a gang of thieves XD
Please feel free to comment on it via pm (or I'll probably make an extra thread if needed lol ^^) I really love hearing other people's views on my writing!
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***Loading story algorithm- 70%***
***Accessing characters-90%***
***Download complete-100%***
Prologue: And so it begins
"Welcome to Yarixta Bank, Safe of the Galaxies Greatest. Please refrain from the following:... "
The intercom rang through the main hall of the gold and silver interior as various creatures, from all walks of life, made their way through the extensive space. Despite the large hall, there was little beings to occupy it, let alone many reasons for the area to be occupied. The hall was in the shape of a hexagon, with three walls being occupied by a neat row of bank tellers to assist their clients. The small hum of groups chatting filled the room, but the feminine and obviously automated voice of the intercom reigned supreme.
Yarixta was one of the most well known banks in that corner of the galaxy; home to the rich and the filthy rich. If you couldn't bathe in your hourly earnings, then you're probably not in this bank. The security, handpicked and deadly, was made from the reptile-like inhabitants of a former military planet. The strict legion were easily recognizable with black plated armor and a bronze facial visor over their helmets; which didn't do much for their grotesque faces or heavy blasters.
Some new members listened intently to the rules, but most didn't even give it any notice.
Including Mr Yarixta, of course.
Resembling a bipedal, silver buffalo, the massive boss was making his way through the crowd to his private quarters, hands in his suit pockets and coat collar up. He stared ahead, greeting aliens in their native language as he walked. Just an ordinary day: The tellers were already hard at work, his guards in perfect sync, and the smell of his morning coffee was probably waiting on his table... He didn't usually report directly to work at this time of day, but he was in need for some work to be done. Time is money, as they always say.
Yarixta nodded at the armored guards as the furthest wall slid upwards to reveal the passage-way to his office, grabbing a cup of some steaming green liquid from a tray and putting in various codes to unlock the security system-
That is, until he saw the screen.
Mr Yarixta's face turned purple, whirling around to face the two guards. "Guards."
The two guards turned in sync, a hand snapping to the top of their helmets in a salute. "Yes Mr Yarixta, sir!"
The buffalo gritted his teeth, trying to hide his fury but failing miserably. His therapist had told him that he had to calm down, something about 'harming others and possibly getting sued'. Hah! "...Am I the only one who came by?"
The guards seemed to falter slightly, but kept the hands to their heads. "Yes sir!"
Yarixta stormed over and picked one up by the neck, hearing a sharp intake of breath as the guard flailed in midair. He glared at the guard's helmet with ever darkening red eyes. "Are. You. Sure?"
While the one flailed in the air, taking quick and short gasps, the other stuttered out a reply. "Y-Y-Yes Mr Yarixta, sir."
The buffalo frowned, tilting his head. "Okay then. Nobody has been in this compartment of the Bank." He said brightly, whirling around with the guard still in his grip as he paced. "I'm just delusional, aren't I? An old man just telling fables eh?" He ignored the hasty replies of 'No sir!' And 'You're not sir!', adding on to his small speech. Yarixta turned back to the skittish guard, grinning brightly. His knuckles popped as he clenched his fists, hearing an audible snap. "Then tell me...Why is the code already in!" With that, the limp body was thrown onto the monitor, cracking the glass as it slid to the floor.
The screen was lit up with green lights, all unlocked and obviously breached. However, the bottom of the screen had scrambled figures; binary code running across the key pad like a vicious virus.
The Bank had been Breached, a feat that hadn't happened in centuries...
The shaking guard stared at his boss, hand resting on the gun nestled in his holster.
Mr Yarixta took a deep, shaky breath; steam visibly sliding out of his nostrils. "...What are you waiting for you scaled excuses for Guards! Get me that thief!"
That's when the sirens started.
*****
"Just as planned" A man with black, slicked up hair smirked as the doors around the hallway shut down, putting a finger to the side of his head as he broke into a sprint. He had no need for a comms system in his ear, nor a laptop to handle the hacking; however, one could say he had it all in his head.Though hidden behind a hood, the metallic sheen of a head augment could be seen. "Was the Bank this stupid?"
Having set the system to scramble just 30 seconds ago, he had enough time to send a ghost virus to disable the cameras as he made his way towards the inner vaults via the air vent system. He had studied, and downloaded, many files of previously failed heists on this particular bank, thus he chose not to go towards the Boss' office. Instead, he would create the diversion there and take the more...'Gritty'...approach. Getting on all fours, he retrieved a small electrical bomb from his pocket, removing the gold plated cover and pushing inside. Pressing a button, the gold plating materialized back.
"You have 10 minutes." A female voice snarked in his head; though the tone was laced with humour. "You're getting slow Psi-"
"The amount of disrespect- You know what? You try crawling through this vent. I'm the one who is doing all the work!"
"Fine, you're not slow, Ferret...You're just getting plumper around the edges."
Psi hoped his eye roll could be heard over the airwaves. "One more quip and I'm shutting you out of my system."
"...Sorry sir" The voice was anything but.
With a small huff, Psi carried on snaking through the vents as the circulating air blew into his face. He ignored the cobwebs of who-knows-what in his face, but gave a small whimper when he saw one curl into his hair out of the corner of his eye.
"Suck it up, your hair gel was asking for it." The voice quipped again, followed by a giggle.
"Strike two." Psi warned, eyes attempting to look up at his hair as he crawled; wishing he could move his goggles off his face first.
"Fine fine...yeesh! You do your thing...Status report?"
"Well." Psi drawled. "My hair is a mess. The Festinds are currently 4 down in the Galactic basketball League with five minutes to go. Another planet was blown up in the Castillo Nebula and you're still a problem in my life. Oh, and I've just come over the under-vault"
There was silence over the comms for a moment, before Psi heard a thud and a groan. "...You give me stress."
Psi smiled to himself, kicking the railing as he landed in the middle of a row of safes. "Don't worry Chief, you know you love me-"
"I think you should cut your conversation short, you have 6 minutes." Another voice drawled through the communication device: formal, suave and punctual. "We're on a schedule."
The thief brushed himself down as much as he could, pulling the offending cobwebs out of his hair before the rest of the dirt and grime. Lifting up his goggles, Psi surveyed the room with a grin. "Which one, Maurice?"
"Aisle forty-four, row fourteen, safe one-two-six-five."
The room was large, about the area of an olympic pool; with row upon row of small silver safes. From his findings, Maurice had managed to pinpoint their target's prized possessions to this location, narrowing the field down greatly. Psi shook his head, nodding at Aisle 44. "All right." He murmured, proceeding to walk down the aisle. "I'll see you all on the outside"