Private Control-Alt-Delete

[Noodles]

Outfit: bomber jacket, layered skirt + leggings, boots
Equipment: portable slicer rig, satchel of wires & snacks, HUD goggles, headphones
Companion: 404
Tag: Valery Noble

The office door hissed open and in she barged — a slip of a girl in a bomber jacket two sizes too big, goggles askew, satchel clanking with wires and snack wrappers. Rolling in just behind her was a rickety, put-together droid that looked more like a trashcan than an actual machine. Its two photoreceptors gazed quietly, curiously around the room. She didn't wait for permission. She didn't even knock. She just stomped up to the desk and slammed a datapad down with a loud clonk.

"Boom. That's all your leaks. Fixed. Welcome."

The screen flickered alive, neon green text rolling down in rapid fire: fragments of supply chains, comm chatter, safehouse tags, even Imperial watchlist scraps — every single one tagged [PURGED] in obnoxious hot pink. The list was long. A little too long. Noodles jabbed a finger at it, smirking like she'd just beaten the galaxy's hardest holo-game.

"Seriously, y'all were basically screaming yo Empire, come party all over the Net. Like, sus as hell. Half your ops? Straight up borked. But don't stress — I nuked it all. Clean sweep. Pew pew, bzzt, gone."

She rocked back on her heels, thumbs hooked in her belt. Dark-ringed eyes glittered with faint HUD glow as she looked the Jedi up and down, grin sharp and unrepentant.

"Point is… your cyber security's trash. No offense. Okay, yeah, offense. It sucks. But good news? I can make it... un-trash. Lock it down proper. If you actually wanna, y'know, not get ghosted off the map 'fore you even get started."

Noodles then scratched the back of her neck, suddenly sheepish.

"Uh. Name's Noodles. By the way. Sup."

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery looked up from the reports on her desk the moment the datapad hit with a clonk. One brow arched, but the smirk tugging faintly at the corner of her lips betrayed more amusement than offense. She leaned back in her chair, orange eyes following the stream of hot pink tags as they rolled down the display.

When Noodles finally paused, Valery let out a breath, nodding once. "Well, first of all… thank you. Both for fixing the leaks and for being honest about just how bad it was. I would rather have someone tell me the truth than let us stumble blind into danger."

Her hand shifted the datapad aside as she straightened, offering the younger woman her full attention. "I'm Valery," she said, her tone warm. "And it sounds like I owe you more than one favor already."

She gestured lightly toward the chair across from her desk, then folded her hands together. "Tell me what you need to get started. Whatever resources or access are required to bring our systems up to standard, you'll have it. If we are going to keep this outpost safe, I need someone who can do exactly what you just did."

Noodles ​

 

[Noodles]

Outfit: bomber jacket, layered skirt + leggings, boots
Equipment: portable slicer rig, satchel of wires & snacks, HUD goggles, headphones
Companion: 404
Tag: Valery Noble

"Yup, I know you do, Boss-Lady. S'why I'm here, obvs."

Noodles didn't take the offered chair. Instead she started pacing around the office like it was some kind of museum tour, her satchel bumping against the furniture every few steps. She ran her finger along a shelf, plucked out a thick old volume titled 'Standardised Bacta Distribution Protocols: 895 ABY Revised Edition', and cracked it open. Her nose wrinkled immediately.

"Ugh. Ew. Who reads this?" She flicked through a few pages, grimaced as if each line of text was a migraine waiting to happen, then plopped it down open on the wrong shelf.

Already distracted, she wandered on, crouched to peer under a chair, then stood on her toes to poke at some trinket on a high shelf. Only after a circuit of the office did she glance back toward Valery, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"Anyway. I just need, like, a buncha power outlets, stable Net access, and ramen shipments on the regular. I can order it all myself, promise I'll be responsible." She smirked. "Uh... sorta."

Finally she pointed at the desk with a lazy little flick of her wrist.

"That thing got any snacks in it?"

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the book being dumped on the wrong shelf. "Not me," she said, shaking her head with a smirk. "Those books are older than most of the Padawans running around here, and just as exhausting to deal with. You won't catch me reading them for fun."

She leaned back slightly in her chair, watching Noodles make her circuit of the office. The list of requirements earned a nod. "Power outlets, stable Net access, those I can arrange. Ramen shipments though? That one you'll have to explain. I like to know why our supply requests are going to look a little strange in the next order run."

Her gaze followed the flick toward the desk, and another soft laugh escaped her. "Sorry to disappoint, but no snacks in there. Just a few small things that remind me of home, of my family. Not as interesting as you were hoping, I'm afraid."

Noodles ​