Jon Stanfield wasn't exactly the most ambitious of Crey security guards. Others got assigned to the streets of Brickstown or Founder's Falls, and
pressed their Crey-given authority to the limits against the weaker members of Paragon's citizenry. However, they were just as likely to get beaten up by
some random cape, so Jon was perfectly happy to sit back here in this backwater(by action standards anyway) post of Crey's central transmission mainframe.
He checked the IDs of the occasional Crey agent that came through, but other than that, he sat back, read his book, and otherwise collected a paycheck for
doing absolutely nothing. After all, no hero could get this deep without a huge alert, at which point he'd be recalled and heavier support like Tank armors
or Protector armors would be called in to protect the mainframe. They didn't leave something this sensitive to be guarded by a guy with a night stick and a
pistol.
As it was, when a smoking hot red head in standard agent attire walked up, the main thing Jon noticed was the hair and the fact that she was about a head
shorter than most. However, she was wearing one of the short skirts several of the female agents did, so Stanfield just swiped her ID, saw it go green, handed
it back with a smile and watched her move in that tight little skirt as she entered into the mainframe area. After a while, she exited again, tossing him a
cute smile as she passed and putting a little more into her walk until she was out of sight. Jon chuckled. And they said all those agents were cold bitches...
***
At approximately 10AM, Eastern Standard Time, just as the Countess Crey began her usual exploration into the productivity of her corporations various branches,
every screen in every Crey facility, worldwide, suddenly went briefly blue. The Countess scowled before blinking at a small loading bar.
On the screen, figures of small, super-deformed Crey Security, Agents, and Protectors appeared, doing an odd dance that consisted of gyrating back and forth
with their hands near their head. The Countess was somewhat amused, wondering how whoever was doing this had hacked her personal console. Then the animations
switched to Crey Juggernauts, Paragon Protectors, and members of the board of directors and the Countess became somewhat annoyed. And by the time it reached
all the way to depictions of herself and Hopkins, Countess Crey was livid, especially when she discovered how widespread this little video was. As she chewed
out some poor unfortunate on the phone, the catchy little song and video continued.
Dance to the beat, wave your hands together. Come feel the heat forever and forever. Listen and learn, it is time for
prancing. Now we are here, we're Caramelldancing!
***
"Well, that's all impressive and all," Mag noted, talking with a wildly giggling Net Sabre. "But really, if you were going to do something
like that, you should've stuck with a classic."
"A classic, huh?" Net asked.
"Yeah, you can't be too young to have heard of a RickRoll," Mag noted, raising an eyebrow at her. Nene snickered, before typing in a few commands
via her HUD.
"Well, I had to do SOMETHING for an encore...."
****
Editor's Note:
For those familiar with the Caramelldansen meme, there is in fact an English version which is what is used
here.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
pressed their Crey-given authority to the limits against the weaker members of Paragon's citizenry. However, they were just as likely to get beaten up by
some random cape, so Jon was perfectly happy to sit back here in this backwater(by action standards anyway) post of Crey's central transmission mainframe.
He checked the IDs of the occasional Crey agent that came through, but other than that, he sat back, read his book, and otherwise collected a paycheck for
doing absolutely nothing. After all, no hero could get this deep without a huge alert, at which point he'd be recalled and heavier support like Tank armors
or Protector armors would be called in to protect the mainframe. They didn't leave something this sensitive to be guarded by a guy with a night stick and a
pistol.
As it was, when a smoking hot red head in standard agent attire walked up, the main thing Jon noticed was the hair and the fact that she was about a head
shorter than most. However, she was wearing one of the short skirts several of the female agents did, so Stanfield just swiped her ID, saw it go green, handed
it back with a smile and watched her move in that tight little skirt as she entered into the mainframe area. After a while, she exited again, tossing him a
cute smile as she passed and putting a little more into her walk until she was out of sight. Jon chuckled. And they said all those agents were cold bitches...
***
At approximately 10AM, Eastern Standard Time, just as the Countess Crey began her usual exploration into the productivity of her corporations various branches,
every screen in every Crey facility, worldwide, suddenly went briefly blue. The Countess scowled before blinking at a small loading bar.
On the screen, figures of small, super-deformed Crey Security, Agents, and Protectors appeared, doing an odd dance that consisted of gyrating back and forth
with their hands near their head. The Countess was somewhat amused, wondering how whoever was doing this had hacked her personal console. Then the animations
switched to Crey Juggernauts, Paragon Protectors, and members of the board of directors and the Countess became somewhat annoyed. And by the time it reached
all the way to depictions of herself and Hopkins, Countess Crey was livid, especially when she discovered how widespread this little video was. As she chewed
out some poor unfortunate on the phone, the catchy little song and video continued.
Dance to the beat, wave your hands together. Come feel the heat forever and forever. Listen and learn, it is time for
prancing. Now we are here, we're Caramelldancing!
***
"Well, that's all impressive and all," Mag noted, talking with a wildly giggling Net Sabre. "But really, if you were going to do something
like that, you should've stuck with a classic."
"A classic, huh?" Net asked.
"Yeah, you can't be too young to have heard of a RickRoll," Mag noted, raising an eyebrow at her. Nene snickered, before typing in a few commands
via her HUD.
"Well, I had to do SOMETHING for an encore...."
****
Editor's Note:
For those familiar with the Caramelldansen meme, there is in fact an English version which is what is used
here.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."