Patrician's strategic intervention to building a purple-team simulator
The thing about a city that runs on light, logic, and the quiet hum of routers was that it had a peculiar sense of humour. The Scarlet Semaphore, you see, was never meant to be a threat. In a dusty attic above a curry house that did suspiciously good chips, they were a hackerspace, a guild of tinkerers. Their charter was one of curiosity, not conquest. They poked at systems to see how they squeaked, a digital version of kicking tyres. Their latest project was Operation Red Lantern, targeting the Guild Registry, a dusty, important, and frankly rather pompous piece of civic plumbing that controlled professional certifications. It was, in their view, begging for a gentle nudge. ...