Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Arali Shala"] [member="Vivian Octavia"]

Slicing, has always been about the challenge. It wasn't about the physical reward, the money, or the danger that came with it, at least not for most Slicers. Slicing was about doing something that nobody else could do, it was about cracking a problem that nobody else could crack. It was about the renown and fame that one gained from breaking into the most secure systems governments had to offer, and flaunting their own faults in their face.

Logan had explained this to Vivian many times over the past few hours, though she still refused to believe him.

Why have a skill that could technically make millions only to use it to cause the ire of a dozen different government organization? Logic dictated that such a thing was stupid, preposterous even, but to a Slicer, it made complete and total sense. It was about the fun of the challenge, the thrill of the hunt, and the anger that you caused.

That was why he was confident that their little friend would be here, at the Empress Teta Restoration Fundraiser.

The rich and famous of Empress Teta were here, several major One Sith members, and half a dozen people from all over the galaxy that were all donating credits to ensure that Empress Teta would be rebuilt. They were all here on Coruscant, all donating their credits electronically to a secure server housed within the building. Slicing into it would be the ultimate trick, and if Logan had his guess right, their friend would make an appearance.

It had come as an odd task at first, though as Logan thought more and more about it the sense of it came to him. Who better to recruit a Slicer than another Slicer? They were drawn to one another, each ego seeking to out do the other, simple really.

Of course, Logan had a leg up. The famous socialite Vivian Octavia to accompany him to the fundraiser, a way to get in without arousing too much suspicion. He smiled slightly as he stood in line to enter the party, his suit picked out by Vivan. His eyes drifted towards the guard at every door, his smile tightening slightly.

Yes, most definitely a leg up.

 

[Evelynn]

You're damn right Vivian refused to believe him.

She was a creature both motivated and operated by credits, they were the be all and end all. Credits are what separated the one percent from the ninety-nine, she would know, the young lady used to fall under the category of one percent. Used to. Now she lived in what was a relative poverty, upon a ship made of rust with a rude cyborg and a greedy lizard. But soon, soon former glories could be relived.

That is, if Logan stopped pissing about with missions of ego stroking. Like I said, she didn't believe him or understand him.

Nonetheless, if he wanted to play the role of mildly irritating cyber-terrorist then she would let him, after all the target at hand wasn't really one that rubbed dearest Vivian in the right way. The One Sith, destroyers of her home, murderers of her family had decided the raise funds for the restoration of Empress karking Teta. Inside she was boiling, bubbling over even as a thick haze of rage settled within the party-girl's mind.

But as all nobility were born to do, she repressed it. To those waiting in the queue she was just another smiling benefactor, a stylish smiling benefactor.

Goodness knows what Logan would have picked out to wear if left to his own devices. Probably would have worn that potato sack that they had found on their craphole of a ship. She mentally shuddered at the thought of his own ineptitude in fashion. How could you be so smart and savvy when it came to technology and slicing but not know how to coordinate colours?

Observing his features, Vivian directed a playful nudge in the ribs in his direction. “Loosen up,” she directed with a smirk, knowing full well that she had pills in her purse that could help with that pursuit, “you'll live longer.”

[member="Logan Valde"], [member="Arali Shala"]

 

[Djentleman Josh]

[member="Logan Valde"] [member="Vivian Octavia"]

Empress Teta. She hadn't spent much time on the planet, but then again, before now she'd had no reason to. The lucrative credits had been elsewhere, as had the larger challenges. Truth be told, the few times she had come to the world hadn't left much of an impression on her. Still, she couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. The Sith had razed worlds - the Republic had pretty much done the same, albeit with a loftier way of phrasing it so they didn't appear to be the bad guys. Now however, both sides were attempting to rebuild the damage they'd caused... And what better way to do it than hosting lofty fundraising events on the core-world's crowning jewel? It was all a ploy really, just another way that the rich could appear to be doing something useful, when really they were just pretending they were. It wouldn't surprise her if there were millions of credits being thrown into the kitty carelessly. Or at least carelessly as far as she was concerned.

And so it was that Arali made her way to the location of the formal benefit - Her home made security clearance codes got her on world, no small trick considering that she was a wanted criminal on Coruscant. The passes she had were just old enough to pass for the real thing. Anything newer would have been too suspicious. As it stood, she was Atsid N'rac, a security officer with no real distinctions. It allowed her to move freely without being questioned, so long as she kept out of the limelight. And that was exactly what she intended to do. All she needed was a maintenance hallway with a terminal. Her implants and skills could take care of the rest. With a bit of luck, she'd be in, out, and a few million credits richer before the event was even finished - after all, it made no sense to hang about. Why take all of the credits when she could simply take most of them?

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Arali Shala"] [member="Vivian Octavia"]

“Not if I get shot.” Logan said dryly as they moved up in the line. When the guards came to them, he gave them a soft smile, but let Vivian do all the talking. His forged ID pass worked out quite well, and her own was of course accepted. The Sith for some odd reason still thought of themselves as the good guys, and an Alderaanian noble attending one of their parties was simply someone they could claim was on their side, even after the massacre they had committed.

“Right.” He said as they walked into the party. “We need to find a terminal.”

That was simple. Any terminal would do, any computer connected to the network would do. From there Betty would slice into the system and detect anyone doing the same, then from there it was a simple matter of locating that person.

“You may need to distract someone.” Logan said to Vivian as he noticed the guards patrolling all the inside doors as well.

 

[Djentleman Josh]

[member="Logan Valde"] [member="Vivian Octavia"]

She had done well so far. Her dark syn-leather clothing had allowed her to blend in as just another official, there to do nothing but oversee the pompous frivolity. Arali had slipped in unnoticed and was currently indulging herself in a drink - some foul tasting overly expensive bubbling version of Alderaanian white wine. It allowed her to blend in further, to look like one of them. The thought made her smirk slightly. She was about as far removed from a planetary official as you could get. Still, her drink served a purpose. It allowed her to casually roam around while looking for a way out of the main area, perhaps... Perfect. She'd seen her way out. A small doorway that slipped off to feth knows where. No doubt there would be some kind of maintenance hatch, hall, or panel she could get at from there. However it was far too obvious for the security that swarmed the building - Instead she made a note of it's location, just in case she needed a backup plan.

It wasn't long before she'd worked out where to go though - The porters serving the foul tasting drinks had been coming and going from set locations at irregular intervals, and it wouldn't exactly be difficult for her to simply make her way across to the doors and slip into a side hallway that might well lead to another level. She decided to bank on the idea that the staff would need other ways up and down, and made a beeline around the room she was in to the double doors. After waiting a short spell of time for one of the porters to make his way back through to the back-of-house areas, she slipped through the doors after him so as not to rouse suspicion and took the first right. Her instincts were rewarded - Stairs. They lead upwards, and as she went she began to see signs of maintenance crews. It brought a smile to her face. It wouldn't be too long before she found a place to jack into the holonet for the event - after that, it was just a case of slipping out unnoticed...

 

[Evelynn]

OOC: Apologies for the lateness.

Vivian rolled her eyes at the notion of getting shot. They hadn't been in the business of working together for so long, so the notion of actually being shot seemed to be like a distant dream, a maddening concept that didn't actually seem possible, despite the fact that they had already had the Black Suns shooting at their heels prior to this event.

“Hey, I'm just here to look good, and maybe mingle,” she responded rather pointedly, noting that he was concern about him getting shot rather than them, “make friends with a few influential faces.”

Or Sith faces. That she could poison. Later.

Selfish shellfish, scuttle to your terminal, she thought rather dryly, heels clicking along the fine marble flooring. She of course, knew the protocol for this, offering plastic smiles and neat little nods to those who passed. It was hard to pass off cool and casual when you stood next to Shifty McStiff. She'd teach him the art of stealth socialising soon enough. He'll be blending like the vodka in a bloody mary. Speaking of, could use a drink. Where were the dancing monkeys with the champagne?

“You get your groove on, and I'll deal with anybody that comes, m'kay?”

[member="Logan Valde"], [member="Arali Shala"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Vivian Octavia"] [member="Arali Shala"]

Logan rolled his eyes, but he didn't object to her.

His eyes quickly began to scan the room, shifty blue watching for any signs of computers wires. He found a slight bump in the wall and smiled, checking to see where the wire lead and eying a terminal on the second floor. He nudged Vivian in the ribs, and then subtly looked towards the terminal. Then with quick, but not too quick, steps he made his way towards the stares.

Like a perfectly acceptable gentlemen Logan moved quickly across the dance floor smiling and nodding at people with reckless abandon. He moved quickly taking to the stairs and dodging a guard or two who seemed to have absolutely no interest in him, curious.

Quickly he moved to the terminal, taking a wire from his sleeve and plugging it into the computer.