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H: Daiya, check the attached file.

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The information within the attached file consisted of visual and audio feeds from within the Corporate Ball hours after the tatt chat. It was the personal view of Hacks, recorded from her glasses. At the ball was a large gargantuan Hutt, Gorba. Data washed over the feed, intelligence on the Hutt. Consortium ties, linking his Hutt Cartel to a union of crime lords, including Ivory, Family. Their sudden rise to power, soaking up vast amounts of wealth, power and galactic space.

H: I think the Consortium is playing Corpos and Darkwire both, Gorba making friends with the Corpos while Ivory pulls strings in Darkwire. Create some corporate war with Darkwire and the board, then occupy the power vacuum that follows when Darkwire and the Corpos are both ashes from beating each other up. They'll turn this city to frag.

The attached information then shown a file on Ivory, CorpSec intelligence in conjunction with Galactic Alliance security data. Domestic terrorism charges laid out alongside murder, kidnapping and a dozen other life-time sentence-worthy charges. Lastly, Hacks own information from her time in the Red Ravens in the twilight days. Gorba the Hutt, an egregious list of gut-wrenching criminal charges beyond comprehension. The data slipped away leaving only the shining eye of Darkwire. Then it began to burn and smoulder from within, and in the ashes, the Consortium emblem rose. The file began to corrupt, data collapsing in on itself. Hacks' pre-programmed attempt to burn the intel once read.

H: I could be wrong, but I've spent enough time in the game to smell a set up. Be careful who you lay with, sleeping with snakes will get you bit.

D: Hacks, I don't have some fancy slicing program like you do. What I do have are contacts I trust, and some fething common sense. Did you really think you could scare me that easy? Like I'd go running to the rest of Darkwire with madster conspiracy theories? I already know this chit about Ivory, she'd even tell you if you asked. You know what I do know? Check out the file I added. I didn't even have to slice that much, y'know it's kinda fun what records get on the DarkNet when governments start collapsing. I wonder what we'll find out when Darkwire finally topples CAD...

The attached files are a compendium of background on Hacks, starting with an association with Lysle of the Hydian Way in a criminal mafia known as the Red Ravens. There are various records, most of which are heavily redacted, that trace her early days along with a few holoshots of a similar-looking young girl with Dragon Palace Casino signage in the background. One of the most damning records features an exchange between Lylse and a high-placed in the One Sith, discussing cryptic subjects that center around an exchange of a redacted moff's daughter. The dates are notated and cross-linked to the other Red Ravens records which all take place after those dates. For good measure, a slice of rap sheets with a growing criminal record from Antecedent, Nar Shaddaa, and most curiously of all, Geonosis.

D: So maybe a daughter of Sith lackeys shouldn't be throwing chit around about mobster or criminal connections. If you'd bothered to actually talk to Ivory before digging for dirt on her, you might learn how useful she could be to Darkwire. She has connections all over, and she's not soft either. She wants to build up her crime family, big whup. Darkwire's always been about spreading that credit love around, and Ivory can get us hooked up with big jobs from better contacts than Corpos, cleaner chit than what the DireX sleemos have to offer. Are you really sleeping, knowing that all your creds are blood creds?

H: Funny. You can share my paper trail and point out how awful I am, but I know I am. I'm not a good person, I don't claim to be. I don't pretend I'm anything but what I am. I'm not a revolutionary. I'm a Shadowrunner. All I want is my credits. I don't spend my days corrupting the lowest rungs of humanity and then pretending I give a damn about them. I'm honest. It's survival of the fittest. Your spice-
dealing wannabe-rebel friends might pretend to be holding out a hand to help Denon, but all they want to do is make sure their hand is off the ladder long enough they can kick them from it. When the Corpos are gone and all that's left is ash, you'll know where you went wrong.
Goodbye Daiya.

D: Houks and hairless Wookiees, Hacks. That's some delusion you've got going on there. I don't think you're more noble for being honest about being a chitty person, I just think it makes you pathetic. At least when I make mistakes and get in with the wrong crowd, I own up to it and try to change.
You know what? I think that's your problem. You're fething terrified of change. You found your little comfort zone and now you're scared 'cause we're about to shake things up. Well it's coming, Hacks, and you can't stop it. It's us versus them, and you're not them. And when the Corpos stop caring that you aren't us either anymore, don't come running back to cry about it.
Feth off, Hacks.

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