Every twenty minutes, another probe. Testing our defenses. Looking for weaknesses.
My eyes burn. I've been staring at the screen for five hours straight.
Ten seconds pass.
He logs off. I check the channels. Both still locked down. #mp3 and #warez. Still have ops on both.
My PM window blinks.
[SKriLLa] you know youre not keeping these channels right
I don't recognize the nick. Not SKriLLa. Someone else from their crew.
[SKa] we've kept them so far
[SKriLLa] so far is five hours. we've held them for three years.
[SKriLLa] you think you can sustain this? you and your two friends?
[SKa] we're doing fine
[SKriLLa] for now. wait till your shells run out. wait till you miss a net split. wait till you get bored.
[SKriLLa] we're patient. we can do this for months.
I stare at the message. Three years versus five hours. A dozen operators versus three of us.
But we have something they don't: better code, better timing. And we've already found their weak points.
Midnight comes. SteeZ takes over the watch. I keep monitoring anyway—too wired to sleep.
At 1:30am, I finally crash.
I wake up to seventeen missed messages.
The last message is three hours old.
I check the channels—still ours.
I look at my desk. This semester's class scehdule. The only class I'm looking forward to is programming, the rest are continuations of what I failed to learn last semeseter-biology, calculus, writing.
Zero prep done all weekend. Zero prep done all winter break.
I open the biology textbook. Read the same paragraph three times. Can't focus. My brain keeps drifting back to shell security and DDoS patterns.
Twenty minutes later, I give up and open my browser. Start searching for free shell providers.
My mom knocks.
“Yeah ma?”
She glances at my screen—terminal windows and IRC logs.
"Programming project."
"On the day before the semester starts?"
I turn off the monitor and grab my new biology book.
I smile. That smile like the Terminator when he's trying to act human.
"Trying to get ahead."
She lingers in the doorway.
“You look tired.”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you stay up late?”
“Just watching movies.”
Too easy of a lie.
“Get your prep work done, and get some rest. Last semeseter wasn't good. If you don't get those grades up, we're going to take away your computer.”
What?
I'm too tired to plead my case.
“I will.”
She leaves. I wait thirty seconds, then turn back on my monitor.
I look at the biology book, then at the terminal.
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School can wait.
Maybe. But if I'm SYN, I'm watching *us*. Learning our rhythms. Waiting.
I set up monitoring scripts. Auto-alerts on mode changes, splits, failures—anything signaling an attack.
Try to read through some of my upcoming class details. Manage two paragraphs with one eye on the alerts.
By 11:30pm, I'm barely awake. School tomorrow. I should've been asleep already.
But SteeZ isn't taking over until midnight.
Midnight hits.
I stay twenty more minutes just to be sure. Then finally log off.
Forty hours awake. Three hours of sleep. Two days into a war that could last weeks.
I should sleep.
Instead I log back in.
I check the logs. Same delay every time: split heals → 30 seconds → flood.
Why thirty?
Their bots are fast—sub-100ms during normal ops. But after splits, they wait. Waiting for the servers to stabilize.
Smart. Except—
What if we didn’t *give* them thirty seconds?
We spend two hours coding. Give our bots a trigger: fire mode changes the instant a split starts healing.
My eyes feel like sandpaper, but the idea clicks.
We watch the split monitor.
At 3:47am a split hits. Our bots fire during the heal.
The commands stick. SYN's bots never react.
Next split at 5:10am—huge one. Half the network peels off.
Our bots fire into the chaos. For ninety seconds nobody knows who has ops.
The network stabilizes.
* ska|ghost sets mode: +o ska|shadow
* ska|shadow sets mode: +o ska|wraith
* ska|ghost sets mode: +im
We do.
SYN's bots are locked out, and when their delayed flood finally hits, the servers throttle them for spamming.
* SYN|docholliday has quit IRC (K-lined)
* SYN|kaisersoze has quit IRC (K-lined)
Same result. Clean. No syn bots. No mode war. No phantom ops.
I scroll the user lists.
Topics intact. Ops intact. Their botnet scattered and throttled.
I check my status.
* SKa on #linux @#2600 @#hip-hop @#hackers @#warez @#mp3
Understatement of the year.

