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capeandcowllogs2012-10-14 07:04 pm
trueltning_fury) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-10-14 07:04 pm
Entry tags:
A Final Solo
WHO: Geddoe (SOLO LOG)
WHERE: many places around town and around the world
WHEN: between August 28th and October 5th
WARNINGS: shouldn't be?
SUMMARY: Geddoe attempts to wrap up some loose ends before Vulcanus can act. He misses the deadline by quite a bit.
FORMAT: prose, solo log
Since the meeting in August, to which he had been a silent spectator, observing on behalf of his employer as well as his own interests, Geddoe had been rather busy. Working, mainly - there may have been fewer countries to which an Import like him was able to go, but there were quite a few still wide open. Not to mention, he had learned to become rather capable at directing GPS activities from within the City. While he still preferred the hands-on approach and distrusted technology, he allowed himself to learn and adapt when necessary. There were plenty of missions to maintain which required his mind and his authority instead of his hand and sword. All the while, he had a side project to keep him extra-busy. He was silently, carefully, diligently compiling information on the Doll technology revealed at the meeting, and preparing a rather explosive dossier on what was really going on behind the scenes at this company. As a high-level GPS commander, he had access to an awful lot of information, and he had successfully built enough trust with his boss to be allowed to look into things most mercenaries wouldn't. Everything was transcribed into his own hand, a writing system no one in this world would be able to read if they found his notes. He was that wary.
When his employer had given him the authority to handpick a small team of GPS mercs to remain behind in Germany when the company pulled out, Geddoe had been given unprecedented control over the personnel files. In doing so, he stumbled across something he shouldn't have seen, and shouldn't have known. It was the duty roster for some of the mercs from the night that Vector Prime was abducted. The date caught his attention, he remembered it clearly even though so much time had passed. Cross-referencing it, he discovered the dark, awful truth that solidified his growing disloyalty toward his boss. He had, as Jack and Ghost had warned, always kept a sense of wariness about Langton, he had never fully trusted the man the same way he never allowed himself to accept the Harmonian Army as his superiors. Yet, for a brief moment, the man's wise words about a strategy for counteracting and counter-attacking Vulcanus had inspired him. There was potential, there. Not enough to change Geddoe's mind, but enough that he felt he could set things aside for the time being so they could all work together as one against a common foe - as he himself advocated. He could hardly fail to take his own advice in such a crucial matter. Finding that duty roster shattered any sense of growing loyalty he might have had, though. GPS was behind Vector's death. He could no longer wait. This, too, went into his notes. Having seen Vector at the meeting, from a distance, Geddoe knew there was no way he could allow the wise elder to simply go on without knowing this.
To that, Geddoe now added this knowledge of Dollhouse technology. From the very moment his employer opened his mouth and described it, Geddoe's insides ran cold. There were few things he had a strong ethic for or against, but one of those was freedom. Whether it was the physical freedom from slavery or the metaphorical freedom from feeling controlled, either way, it was the one thing he believed in and fought for. The idea that a person could have their mind wiped and a personality not their own be implanted - as well as controlled, decided by someone else - was abhorrent to him. Considering he felt the constant stirring of a second will inside him as it was, as the True Lightning Rune went about its usual business attempting to persuade him to follow its will through memories and visions, he knew what it felt like. And he knew that he could not let such a thing exist. Not here, not anywhere.
Geddoe's primary goal was to expose the Doll technology and see to it that the Import community did something to prevent its use, before it could be turned against them. Secondary to that was making sure it wasn't going to be used against the native citizens of this world, innocent and undeserving of being oppressed by Import powers or technology. His need to inform Vector of his own part in this was further down the list of priorities, but it was there. It didn't matter to Geddoe that technically speaking, the technology might be used to protect themselves against Vulcanus and the trickling rumors of invasion. The same could be said of any weapon or technology. But he knew all too well the double-edged sword. He had stood before Luc as the ruins crumbled and knew that the True Runes and the deep magic of the Sindar could be used for both good and evil. He knew what not to do with Runes. Thus, he knew what not to do with technology. The ability to control minds and enslave people was a weapon he could not suffer to remain.
The two teams of GPS mercenaries had discovered distinct information, and led to distinct outcomes. Geddoe's men had been successful, but in the end were compromised and had to flee for their lives. He got them safely extracted, but at a cost of no longer having any kind of foothold in a Vulcanus-controlled nation. The other team was not so fortunate, and brave mercs lost their lives. From there, he made sure to personally re-assign and his men to better tasks, with a nice bonus and severance if they chose to leave the company after such a close call. Their information had him concerned that something was soon to happen, and he remained focused on waiting and watching for it. Yet, as September passed on and the leaves began to change, his constant state of alertness for the rumored Vulcanus invasion began to ebb. He started to wonder if the public outcries about the voices some had heard had gotten back to their foe, and the plan had been pushed back. Or, if those voices had been speaking the truth in the first place. Whichever proved true, either way, it lulled Geddoe into a sense of watchful patience, and he reluctantly began to travel again. He didn't want to be away from the City when something happened, but he couldn't stay when there was work to be done overseas.
**
The extremely encrypted message came to him while he was in Romania. Geddoe was one of few in GPS or at Rossum who had enough clearance to warrant this personal, private information. The head of the company had been Ported home. Geddoe was surprised, but he had learned to be patient. A week was a good average minimum to wait to be certain. He was back in the City by the time the waiting period was over, and it was made official. That more or less solidified Geddoe's resolve. He had been planning to resign sooner or later, when he had uncovered enough information to pass to the correct parties, but with Langton gone, his access was going to start to fail. Much of what he did was under his employer's personal directive, he operated with impunity so long as the CEO was the one giving him the clearance and the orders. Whoever was going to be given control of the company might not understand as well, and certainly did not know any of the founder's plans about Vulcanus. All of that was extremely private, and much of Geddoe's special access around Rossum was tied to direct orders about Vulcanus. He could see the threads of influence and access eroding before him all too quickly. There was no time to lose. He collected his files, as many wedge drives as he could, and everything connected to the Doll technology as well as Vulcanus, and then enjoyed an evening shredding and burning the paper trail that would allow this technology to be used functionally at the company. Geddoe had to admit, that paper shredder was kind of a neat piece of technology. But no substitute for a bonfire.
His resignation letter was delivered both in hard copy and via email. He left absolutely nothing behind that suggested that an Import had been a rather top-level commander at GPS, nor did he give any of his men a farewell. He had never become personally close to any of them, even the ones he found competent and trustworthy. Only after he was gone would anyone (likely, that secretary who could never call him by the correct rank, one day he was "captain" and the next "general") discover that entire files had been stolen, key cards were missing, and whole computers had been either taken or dumped. Because Geddoe knew nothing about hacking, nor deleting and permanently corrupting files on computers, he settled for the next best thing and just destroyed the computers. Not all of them, by far, since the rest of the company didn't deserve to be handicapped over one small thing. Like a shadow, Geddoe took his money and his dossier and disappeared.
He didn't return to the MAC. He hit the road, so to speak, and got a temporary pad courtesy of one of the former GPS mercs who had a relative still in the City. It wasn't an untraceable path, by far, but by the time anyone would think to look for him, Geddoe planned to have moved on and erased any tracks that showed him leaving the City. He spent a couple of days transliterating his notes and actually using his comm device to put them into electronic form, so he could send it to whoever he wanted. He made his arrangements for foot travel, copied some encryptions from his former employment so he could privately get back in touch with his handful of friends still around, and was all ready to vanish so he could make his public accusations from afar.
It was not to be.
Geddoe had woken up that crisp October morning and suited up as usual, armed and armored. He carried nothing on him except a pack that had survival supplies, his comm, and a single hard copy file of his information. His first order of business was to go not to the police, but to the next level up - the prosecutor's office. Why yes, he did have an appointment, with an assistant attorney - that was the only person who could see him. He gave only a small introduction and then left a copy of his dossier with the lawyer to peruse at will, and do what they could with it. Because the man responsible had been Ported out, there was probably no way they could do anything legally about it. But these people would know what to do.
Geddoe understood this world's political process just enough. He knew they could pressure the right parties to pass laws to prevent mind-altering technology from being used on citizens. If it meant more anti-Import sentiment, so be it. This time, Geddoe thought, they would be justified in being angry that an Import should plot to control people by making them into malleable dolls with no will of their own. He had no control over that, and it was not his responsibility. For his part, he could only be the bearer of information. What the law chose to do with that information would be a test of their own integrity. If they chose to share it with Imports, if they chose to tell the Mayor and let him sort it out, so be it. If they chose to go to scientists for help, so much the better.
Upon leaving the prosecutor's office, Geddoe hit the street, sending out two private messages from his comm. They were encrypted as best he could using some fairly obvious GPS codes, but he was no good at this in the first place and was only copying what he had been shown. The first went to Vector Prime, informing him of the identity of his killer and transmitting to him all the proof thereof. The other went to Jack Bauer, informing him of what Geddoe had just done and giving him the location of the primary copy of his dossier, as well as the wedge disks, key cards, and computer parts he had stolen from GPS. It was a precaution in case of retaliation, and also because Geddoe didn't want to carry all of that with him. He had cached it in a waterproof case buried under a particular stone near the Captain America statue in Central Park. That way if he was killed or forced to cut off contact, someone could still find it. He finished off suggesting to Jack that a competent computer person might be able to make a more permanent end to the files still at Rossum, assuming such a person could be found who didn't have a vested interest in stealing the tech to use for themselves. Now, the only loose ends were the other people present at the meeting. Geddoe was still plotting how to keep them from capitalizing on the technology. But that was as far as he got. He was walking through a park at the north end of the City, his boots crunching in golden leaves, when the glow surrounded him and he found himself teleported away. Out. Home.
The comm thumped to a final resting place in the leaves, where it would be swept up by a street cleaner later that evening and crushed. Geddoe had managed to get one of the port-out sensors installed in it, though, and the two who had received a message moments before would get a second (as would Zatanna) before the comm itself was destroyed. And then nothing more from the mercenary who had finally gotten his wish to leave the City for good.
((ooc note: this log has been composed with direct mod approval and by mod suggestion. It is intended to give some closure to a plotline as well as feelings about characters. It was my intention to be as tactful as possible, please forgive me if my heavy prose isn't a good enough tribute. A mod did review it before posting. No decisions have been made on what can or should be done with information, NPC behavior, etc, consider it the sort of ending like the Ark being boxed up in the Smithsonian at the end of Indiana Jones...))
WHERE: many places around town and around the world
WHEN: between August 28th and October 5th
WARNINGS: shouldn't be?
SUMMARY: Geddoe attempts to wrap up some loose ends before Vulcanus can act. He misses the deadline by quite a bit.
FORMAT: prose, solo log
Since the meeting in August, to which he had been a silent spectator, observing on behalf of his employer as well as his own interests, Geddoe had been rather busy. Working, mainly - there may have been fewer countries to which an Import like him was able to go, but there were quite a few still wide open. Not to mention, he had learned to become rather capable at directing GPS activities from within the City. While he still preferred the hands-on approach and distrusted technology, he allowed himself to learn and adapt when necessary. There were plenty of missions to maintain which required his mind and his authority instead of his hand and sword. All the while, he had a side project to keep him extra-busy. He was silently, carefully, diligently compiling information on the Doll technology revealed at the meeting, and preparing a rather explosive dossier on what was really going on behind the scenes at this company. As a high-level GPS commander, he had access to an awful lot of information, and he had successfully built enough trust with his boss to be allowed to look into things most mercenaries wouldn't. Everything was transcribed into his own hand, a writing system no one in this world would be able to read if they found his notes. He was that wary.
When his employer had given him the authority to handpick a small team of GPS mercs to remain behind in Germany when the company pulled out, Geddoe had been given unprecedented control over the personnel files. In doing so, he stumbled across something he shouldn't have seen, and shouldn't have known. It was the duty roster for some of the mercs from the night that Vector Prime was abducted. The date caught his attention, he remembered it clearly even though so much time had passed. Cross-referencing it, he discovered the dark, awful truth that solidified his growing disloyalty toward his boss. He had, as Jack and Ghost had warned, always kept a sense of wariness about Langton, he had never fully trusted the man the same way he never allowed himself to accept the Harmonian Army as his superiors. Yet, for a brief moment, the man's wise words about a strategy for counteracting and counter-attacking Vulcanus had inspired him. There was potential, there. Not enough to change Geddoe's mind, but enough that he felt he could set things aside for the time being so they could all work together as one against a common foe - as he himself advocated. He could hardly fail to take his own advice in such a crucial matter. Finding that duty roster shattered any sense of growing loyalty he might have had, though. GPS was behind Vector's death. He could no longer wait. This, too, went into his notes. Having seen Vector at the meeting, from a distance, Geddoe knew there was no way he could allow the wise elder to simply go on without knowing this.
To that, Geddoe now added this knowledge of Dollhouse technology. From the very moment his employer opened his mouth and described it, Geddoe's insides ran cold. There were few things he had a strong ethic for or against, but one of those was freedom. Whether it was the physical freedom from slavery or the metaphorical freedom from feeling controlled, either way, it was the one thing he believed in and fought for. The idea that a person could have their mind wiped and a personality not their own be implanted - as well as controlled, decided by someone else - was abhorrent to him. Considering he felt the constant stirring of a second will inside him as it was, as the True Lightning Rune went about its usual business attempting to persuade him to follow its will through memories and visions, he knew what it felt like. And he knew that he could not let such a thing exist. Not here, not anywhere.
Geddoe's primary goal was to expose the Doll technology and see to it that the Import community did something to prevent its use, before it could be turned against them. Secondary to that was making sure it wasn't going to be used against the native citizens of this world, innocent and undeserving of being oppressed by Import powers or technology. His need to inform Vector of his own part in this was further down the list of priorities, but it was there. It didn't matter to Geddoe that technically speaking, the technology might be used to protect themselves against Vulcanus and the trickling rumors of invasion. The same could be said of any weapon or technology. But he knew all too well the double-edged sword. He had stood before Luc as the ruins crumbled and knew that the True Runes and the deep magic of the Sindar could be used for both good and evil. He knew what not to do with Runes. Thus, he knew what not to do with technology. The ability to control minds and enslave people was a weapon he could not suffer to remain.
The two teams of GPS mercenaries had discovered distinct information, and led to distinct outcomes. Geddoe's men had been successful, but in the end were compromised and had to flee for their lives. He got them safely extracted, but at a cost of no longer having any kind of foothold in a Vulcanus-controlled nation. The other team was not so fortunate, and brave mercs lost their lives. From there, he made sure to personally re-assign and his men to better tasks, with a nice bonus and severance if they chose to leave the company after such a close call. Their information had him concerned that something was soon to happen, and he remained focused on waiting and watching for it. Yet, as September passed on and the leaves began to change, his constant state of alertness for the rumored Vulcanus invasion began to ebb. He started to wonder if the public outcries about the voices some had heard had gotten back to their foe, and the plan had been pushed back. Or, if those voices had been speaking the truth in the first place. Whichever proved true, either way, it lulled Geddoe into a sense of watchful patience, and he reluctantly began to travel again. He didn't want to be away from the City when something happened, but he couldn't stay when there was work to be done overseas.
**
The extremely encrypted message came to him while he was in Romania. Geddoe was one of few in GPS or at Rossum who had enough clearance to warrant this personal, private information. The head of the company had been Ported home. Geddoe was surprised, but he had learned to be patient. A week was a good average minimum to wait to be certain. He was back in the City by the time the waiting period was over, and it was made official. That more or less solidified Geddoe's resolve. He had been planning to resign sooner or later, when he had uncovered enough information to pass to the correct parties, but with Langton gone, his access was going to start to fail. Much of what he did was under his employer's personal directive, he operated with impunity so long as the CEO was the one giving him the clearance and the orders. Whoever was going to be given control of the company might not understand as well, and certainly did not know any of the founder's plans about Vulcanus. All of that was extremely private, and much of Geddoe's special access around Rossum was tied to direct orders about Vulcanus. He could see the threads of influence and access eroding before him all too quickly. There was no time to lose. He collected his files, as many wedge drives as he could, and everything connected to the Doll technology as well as Vulcanus, and then enjoyed an evening shredding and burning the paper trail that would allow this technology to be used functionally at the company. Geddoe had to admit, that paper shredder was kind of a neat piece of technology. But no substitute for a bonfire.
His resignation letter was delivered both in hard copy and via email. He left absolutely nothing behind that suggested that an Import had been a rather top-level commander at GPS, nor did he give any of his men a farewell. He had never become personally close to any of them, even the ones he found competent and trustworthy. Only after he was gone would anyone (likely, that secretary who could never call him by the correct rank, one day he was "captain" and the next "general") discover that entire files had been stolen, key cards were missing, and whole computers had been either taken or dumped. Because Geddoe knew nothing about hacking, nor deleting and permanently corrupting files on computers, he settled for the next best thing and just destroyed the computers. Not all of them, by far, since the rest of the company didn't deserve to be handicapped over one small thing. Like a shadow, Geddoe took his money and his dossier and disappeared.
He didn't return to the MAC. He hit the road, so to speak, and got a temporary pad courtesy of one of the former GPS mercs who had a relative still in the City. It wasn't an untraceable path, by far, but by the time anyone would think to look for him, Geddoe planned to have moved on and erased any tracks that showed him leaving the City. He spent a couple of days transliterating his notes and actually using his comm device to put them into electronic form, so he could send it to whoever he wanted. He made his arrangements for foot travel, copied some encryptions from his former employment so he could privately get back in touch with his handful of friends still around, and was all ready to vanish so he could make his public accusations from afar.
It was not to be.
Geddoe had woken up that crisp October morning and suited up as usual, armed and armored. He carried nothing on him except a pack that had survival supplies, his comm, and a single hard copy file of his information. His first order of business was to go not to the police, but to the next level up - the prosecutor's office. Why yes, he did have an appointment, with an assistant attorney - that was the only person who could see him. He gave only a small introduction and then left a copy of his dossier with the lawyer to peruse at will, and do what they could with it. Because the man responsible had been Ported out, there was probably no way they could do anything legally about it. But these people would know what to do.
Geddoe understood this world's political process just enough. He knew they could pressure the right parties to pass laws to prevent mind-altering technology from being used on citizens. If it meant more anti-Import sentiment, so be it. This time, Geddoe thought, they would be justified in being angry that an Import should plot to control people by making them into malleable dolls with no will of their own. He had no control over that, and it was not his responsibility. For his part, he could only be the bearer of information. What the law chose to do with that information would be a test of their own integrity. If they chose to share it with Imports, if they chose to tell the Mayor and let him sort it out, so be it. If they chose to go to scientists for help, so much the better.
Upon leaving the prosecutor's office, Geddoe hit the street, sending out two private messages from his comm. They were encrypted as best he could using some fairly obvious GPS codes, but he was no good at this in the first place and was only copying what he had been shown. The first went to Vector Prime, informing him of the identity of his killer and transmitting to him all the proof thereof. The other went to Jack Bauer, informing him of what Geddoe had just done and giving him the location of the primary copy of his dossier, as well as the wedge disks, key cards, and computer parts he had stolen from GPS. It was a precaution in case of retaliation, and also because Geddoe didn't want to carry all of that with him. He had cached it in a waterproof case buried under a particular stone near the Captain America statue in Central Park. That way if he was killed or forced to cut off contact, someone could still find it. He finished off suggesting to Jack that a competent computer person might be able to make a more permanent end to the files still at Rossum, assuming such a person could be found who didn't have a vested interest in stealing the tech to use for themselves. Now, the only loose ends were the other people present at the meeting. Geddoe was still plotting how to keep them from capitalizing on the technology. But that was as far as he got. He was walking through a park at the north end of the City, his boots crunching in golden leaves, when the glow surrounded him and he found himself teleported away. Out. Home.
The comm thumped to a final resting place in the leaves, where it would be swept up by a street cleaner later that evening and crushed. Geddoe had managed to get one of the port-out sensors installed in it, though, and the two who had received a message moments before would get a second (as would Zatanna) before the comm itself was destroyed. And then nothing more from the mercenary who had finally gotten his wish to leave the City for good.
((ooc note: this log has been composed with direct mod approval and by mod suggestion. It is intended to give some closure to a plotline as well as feelings about characters. It was my intention to be as tactful as possible, please forgive me if my heavy prose isn't a good enough tribute. A mod did review it before posting. No decisions have been made on what can or should be done with information, NPC behavior, etc, consider it the sort of ending like the Ark being boxed up in the Smithsonian at the end of Indiana Jones...))