Okay that virus that’s going around, is seriously fucking scary. I got the same thing on my computer about a week ago and I got rid of it, but it took a lot. This type of virus can control your browser, it can control your webcam, it can control all your files, and track you.
If you’ve seen the post already, do not click on the user if someone like this follows you.
If you do on accident, you will be taken to an FBI site, which tells you you’ve viewed pornography and stuff. Looks a little like this…
It asks you to pay a fine. ITS NOT REAL. DO NOT PAY IT. You won’t be able to leave the page, or close your browser. Your computer is probably infected now, and you need to remove it.
Click ctrl-alt-delete at the same time and open task manager. Shut down your browser. Uninstall it completely.
Reset your computer to the last known date when you didn’t have the virus.
Install and Run malawarebytes. It’s a free service, that get’s rid of all bugs in your computer. The download link is here. Most antivirus softwares can’t detect things like this, so your best bet is to just download it. Run a full scan to ensure your computer is clean.
Restart your computer, and you should be fine.
The main thing here is to not panic. I did, and it just makes the situation worse than it really is.
If you have seen a post about it, you’ll see that icon, and a URL with random letters. Please don’t risk it, you’ll have to work really hard to get it off your computer. Be careful, and DO NOT PANIC. Here is another tutorial on how to get rid of it,
Any more questions? Feel free to ask me. I got this off two of our computers, so it’s possible. BE SAFE
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I somehow clicked on one of these things the other day and wowie was I in for a world of hell. Thankfully I got it under control and my I’m a-ok now but you REALLY DONT WANT TO GET THIS SHIT ON YOUR COMPUTER.
Given Tempest’s usual pride, it might have come as a surprise to learn that she was one of the last ships to signal readiness to the network. In her mind, carriers had the most diverse arsenal. If anyone would fire that weapon, it would most likely be Aegis, but it wasn’t hard to imagine someone like her being next in that line. Just the possibility of it got under her skin.
As expected, the combined mass of fighters was able to shred the weakened hostile vessels.
A series of new hostiles appeared, likely as a further part of the simulation. This time, they were a force of 6 carriers surrounded by 24 frigates.
“Hostile carriers, bearing 217-mark-49. Everyone engage ECM and ECCM, ready SPEAR grids. Reserve bombers until enemy escorts are down. If anyone’s got ECM drones, send them in. Frigates are primary.” Aegis called out.
Tempest quickly ejected two flights of ECM drones out of the porthole on the side of her rigging.
“Expect a lot more fighters. Let’s get some interceptors out there!” She suggested, preparing more bolts. She’d decided on an extra four fighter squadrons, and two interceptor squadrons as well.
“Frigates, cruisers, tac-jump in Cascade pattern. Ready SPEAR, fry any hostile fighters. Carriers, engage hostile escorts in 3…2…1. Mark!” Aegis’s voice called out across the battle network.
As one, several of the shipgirls, including Hope and Lumi, vanished from where they’d been, reappearing in a wide sphere around the enemy vessels. Their SPEAR grids blazed as dozens of needle-thin red-white antiproton beams blasted any launching enemy fighters into nothingness.
The two carrier shipgirls beside Tempest launched more interceptors and fighters as well, their gazes focused as information flew across the battle network and their own local fighter control.
The ECM drones Tempest and some others had launched came into play, jamming enemy targeting systems and making their other (simulated) systems go haywire.
Tempest tasked the interceptors to spread out and protect the fleet. At the same time, the Enact fighters turned their wrath to the frigate escorts.
In her mind’s eye, she’d split the 24 frigates into three groups of eight, and shared this information with the other two carriers. “One group each?” She suggested.
“Works for me.” the first replied. “Their targeting’s out of whack, so it’ll be a walk in the park. Ready when you are.”
The second took a bit longer to respond herself, busy managing the escorting fighter screen. “No issue with that. Fighters are status green. Drones clear across the board.”
With the enemy escorts in chaos and the hostile carriers having lost their launched fighters to SPEAR fire from the orbiting frigate and cruiser shipgirls, the swarm of Enact fighters was poised for a lot of assured eliminations.
Aegis was on hand for more instructions, her tone clear and precise. “Once escorts are down, turn ECM on the enemy carriers. Then send in the bombers.”
“Just one for now. Do I have to sign myself in as a formal Adventurer or something?” Yellow asked.
From what she recalled of the adventurer she’d talked with earlier, he’d spoken of the Guild as a supranational organization. If she was going to join a party, perhaps it was best that she find out whether her details would be preserved in any formal record.
“It makes the process of party-finding go by much faster,” the receptionist answered. “It also gives you access to joining clans, and folks are more likely to give you a quest if they know who you are. So while not strictly necessary, it’s infinitely more useful to sign up than to not.”
More opportunities for quests…she couldn’t argue against that. Sure, the risk of those records inadvertently revealing her identity was something she had considered.
But better that her time here be well-spent helping the people than not, eventual discovery or otherwise. At least then she could live with herself a little better.
“Okay, point of tension dispelled…” Wolf said, “Sorry about the… bad attitude.
Despite the argument, Wolf felt a bit foolish. Again, he’d let his stubbornness get the better of him. Seating himself heavily, he held his head in pain.
Again, he had failed to control his anger.
“Just take me to Altia so I can get shit done.” He said.
“I already said I was going to spend time with them, didn’t I?” Red remarked dryly.
Just as he said that, a very tall Turian entered the office. If Wolf was sharp enough, he may have recognized him as the same Turian who’d taken over for him back when he’d been made Commanding Fleet Admiral for a single day.
“Isatis.” Red said with a small nod.
“Admiral.” The Turian rumbled back.
Red motioned for Wolf to follow him for a while as Admiral Isatis sat down in Red’s seat and began handling business.
Red himself simply left his office, Wolf in tow.
“I meant off the damn planet, you dingus.” Wolf remarked with a chuckle, sighing a bit, “I know this is probably not mutual, but… It’s good to see you, Red. Glad to see you’re still kicking.”
Wolf nodded to the Turian, recognizing him from that day years ago where he was put in the role of admiral for a day.
“Ah, gods, so much has happened.” Wolf said, “Five long years…”
“Five years for you. Only about three months for us.” Red pointed out.
“When the Gate blew up on your end, it must have triggered a temporal desync. Happened twice before when we rolled out the first few iterations of the TD Gates.”
Luckily for them and those universes, the desyncs hadn’t been that severe, only losing track of a few minutes instead of years.
“There was a discussion we held, just before and after we found out Yellow was missing. If or when she comes back, she’ll be voted as the next Commanding Fleet Admiral.”
Red turned to his old acquaintance. “Which means, in time to come you may not be dealing with me as much as you used to. You’ll be dealing with her instead.”
“If she accepts, that is.”
“Honestly, you could use the break.” He said, “If she accepts.”
Wolf walked with Red to his apartment.
“You really should just leave the planet for a bit.” He said, “Take your family with you. Consider it my way of making it up to you for all the shit I’ve put you through.”
Considering the convenience of the Blink system, it certainly was a short walk to the Tower and its specific floor where Red’s home was.
“I’ll leave that decision to my family.”
As he was about to step through the opening door, Red looked at Wolf. “I can handle myself from here, Wolf. I believe you have a wife to find, yes?”
The Firelance almost had the realization that the planet she was looking at was the one she had been destroyed on when she was finally contacted. She was visibly startled at hearing the transmission, but quickly tried to compose herself as she realized it should’ve been obvious she could hear those transmissions. “I do. Who are you?” Only now did her eyes settle on the small ship, and she realized it was probably a scouting ship.
“This is corvette 22386. We represent the Galactic Defense Initiative.” Came the reply.
“We request that you identify yourself.”
Onboard, the crew were somewhat unsure as to what to make of Firelance. Their readings of her were odd, to say the least.
“This is the Firelance, um… I guess… representing the Void Phoenix?” She was quite iffy on the details of that one.
No doubt her status as a Gummi Ship had a good part to play in that. Naturally resistant against darkness and with some mystical, perhaps magical properties, she definitely had a degree of separation from any other shipgirls they knew of.
Fortunately, the hatch opened itself for Firelance. Once she was inside, the hatch closed as the airlock cycled.
The opposite door technically above her opened, allowing her entry into the tiny vessel. A calm, slightly synthetic feminine voice greeted her. “Passenger on board. Greetings, Firelance.”
As Firelance would soon find, the crew of six was already waiting for her. Seven, if one counted the sudden materialization of a female form. Clearly an AI.
“I’m afraid this corvette of ours has no name. But we welcome you nonetheless.” she said.
It took a moment for Firelance to reorient herself with the closing of the airlock, but it fortunately didn’t take too long. “Greetings,” she responds, looking over the tiny crew. “Kinda reminds me of my own… and my early years as a ship… Teague really did slack off on naming me for a bit,” she reminisces.
Then she looks over to them with a bit more focus. “But either way, I’m glad for the welcome. I must admit… I feel like I’m going to need some training to get used to this form… hopefully you have something like that?”
“Not exactly my jurisdiction, that. We’ll have to get you to the Minerva system for any training and for SOCOM to have an official look at you. Moreover, we aren’t sure what you’re capable of. Without knowing, we can’t just toss you into a usual training sim,” one of the crew replied.
As Firelance would later find out, SOCOM in this era stood for Shipgirl Operations Command.
“This vessel’s sensors can’t make heads or tails about what you are. Would you be willing to give some basic details about yourself?” the AI inquired.
“are you really going to tear a friendship apart over different opinions??”
listen, I got tons of friends who like pineapple on their pizza, but once you reach that “you, your community, or other marginalized communities don’t deserve basic human rights or even perhaps the right to live” level, you should just accept that it’s your fault no one wants to be your friend.
More accurately, no one really breaks up friendships (or families) over differences of “opinion”, but they will do so over differences of fundamental issues of morality.
The fact that large numbers of people think that “moral positions, often about issues that are literally life and death” and “personal opinions” are interchangeable concepts is a large part of what’s wrong with society.
this really put into words something i’ve always struggled to articulate, especially the last paragraph.
Given Tempest’s usual pride, it might have come as a surprise to learn that she was one of the last ships to signal readiness to the network. In her mind, carriers had the most diverse arsenal. If anyone would fire that weapon, it would most likely be Aegis, but it wasn’t hard to imagine someone like her being next in that line. Just the possibility of it got under her skin.
As expected, the combined mass of fighters was able to shred the weakened hostile vessels.
A series of new hostiles appeared, likely as a further part of the simulation. This time, they were a force of 6 carriers surrounded by 24 frigates.
“Hostile carriers, bearing 217-mark-49. Everyone engage ECM and ECCM, ready SPEAR grids. Reserve bombers until enemy escorts are down. If anyone’s got ECM drones, send them in. Frigates are primary.” Aegis called out.
Tempest quickly ejected two flights of ECM drones out of the porthole on the side of her rigging.
“Expect a lot more fighters. Let’s get some interceptors out there!” She suggested, preparing more bolts. She’d decided on an extra four fighter squadrons, and two interceptor squadrons as well.
“Frigates, cruisers, tac-jump in Cascade pattern. Ready SPEAR, fry any hostile fighters. Carriers, engage hostile escorts in 3…2…1. Mark!” Aegis’s voice called out across the battle network.
As one, several of the shipgirls, including Hope and Lumi, vanished from where they’d been, reappearing in a wide sphere around the enemy vessels. Their SPEAR grids blazed as dozens of needle-thin red-white antiproton beams blasted any launching enemy fighters into nothingness.
The two carrier shipgirls beside Tempest launched more interceptors and fighters as well, their gazes focused as information flew across the battle network and their own local fighter control.
The ECM drones Tempest and some others had launched came into play, jamming enemy targeting systems and making their other (simulated) systems go haywire.
“It is. I know a little bit about them,” Yellow answered. “Damage dealers in front and supports behind, right?”
Might as well act the part of a rookie, right? Yellow in fact knew her way around managing a group quite well. Fourth Fleet hadn’t been the support and defensive fleet for nothing.
“Or…is there more to it? I’m sorry if I mixed things up, all I know of Adventuring is from hearsay.”
“You’re forgetting party tanks,” the receptionist answered. “The tanks are the guys who are up in front and keep all the enemy aggro on themselves so nobody else is at risk. Your job as the healer is to stay in the back and patch up folks who are wounded, and try your best not to get facestabbed by your enemies.
“Not all damage dealers are up in front either, some of them prefer ranged combat like magic or firearms and stay in the back row. Aside from that, you got it just right. Any questions?”
“Just one for now. Do I have to sign myself in as a formal Adventurer or something?” Yellow asked.
From what she recalled of the adventurer she’d talked with earlier, he’d spoken of the Guild as a supranational organization. If she was going to join a party, perhaps it was best that she find out whether her details would be preserved in any formal record.
Initiative Archival Network 