Bordering Polarities:
"Well, I can pretty much see everything on the ship, no matter how maze-like." Arccos informed over the ship's PA, "That's about the only thing aboard. We had disturbance in there just before I opened up the forward gate to swallow up the tower itself, but it looks like the Lament's systems overpowered the portal before it could just start barfing drones in there."
As all this happened, a door to the internal fabrication plant slid open. Arccos herself walking out, stepping over to the towering Codetalker, and once more re-initiating her little network with it. Apparently she had numbers to crunch.
"In theory I can't reverse the polarity without sucking you all into another dimension, and I'm not really an expert on the gates' actual operations. But the Hacker Cult did keep a lot of information on these things out there..." She said, audible eye rolling underneath the helmet of her voidwalker at Uso's use of reversal of polarity... This wasn't a magnet! "But these things are... Well I can maybe force a point to point connection between the Lament and wherever they sent that thing from. Probably into a room just full of those things. You're also going to have to go through in a shuttle or something, unless you brought that convertible and want to ramp it off the Pumpkin Eater guns-blazing or something like that..."
Linking up with her most powerful portable network, Arccos knelt down and jacked a physical connection into the White Lament. There was connections everywhere in this ship just as matter of course. A few lines of code were fast-written up as Arccos and the Codetalker unit mutually sat cross-legged, in an almost meditative position. She re-opened a small handful of the Lament's open connections, allowing this little tank to re-initiate their brute force DDoS attacks, however this time Arccos monitored the entire process.
To truly deny service through this many connections, the Freeholder had to actually make those connections in the first place, and in each tiny initial connection before Arccos' system was blasted with just that much information to handle a sliver of code was sent over in to the underground. Eventually, sliver by sliver and code by code, through hundreds, if not thousands of these connection attempts they began to compile in to little bits of viral programming. It was a classic
polymorphic virus attack from the moment the whole thing took shape
Start simple, this person was brute forcing it, try finesse.
Like little lights in Arccos' network, one connection flashed from yellow to red. Uploading useful information instead of junk data, as the first of numerous systems needed to sustain this network assault fell. Then, from the inside that one system's connection in Freehold's interior network blipped, and was re-initiated in a second... As it sent the virus on to the next system to assimilate that one. Just one light after another. From the perspective of those inside, the DDoS attack would be continuing as normal, aside from just what the junk data was... But who monitored their junk data?
"Uso, I may have an in on this scrub." Arccos said, as the entire ship started to lurch back upwards, "Get the fleet to cover our ascent, and prepare for storming a portal room, I guess..."
