First Reply Correcting the Record

[Eocin Chiyat]

Eocin leaned back in his seat, an easy grin on his features.

He had long since learned the importance of having an expressive mouth, in the absence of eyes.

"So, let me get this straight," He began, before taking a sip from his glass. The good stuff. It didn't come cheap, but boy was it worth it. Besides, he was hardly paying full price. "You want to set the record straight. To... prune your past until it matches your own narrative? I can do that."

The Miraluka waved a hand lazily as if what was to follow was of lesser importance. "It won't affect physical records, of course, and you might have an issue if people who remember you vividly go back to check the files."

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OOC: Want to have your birth certificate edited to erase that embarrassing birthname from the annals of history? Want to wipe your criminal record? Want to bump up a grade or two for your Sith Art History degree? You've come to the right place. Want to erase the dossier intelligence agencies have on you? Uh... no promises.

 

[Xeykard]

Eocin Chiyat ​

"That is... acceptable," Xeykard said.

For once, he'd changed his outfit -- the armour of an Inquisitor was inappropriate for the back of the club where they were meeting. This sort of inconspicuous work was not the kind of thing he'd participated in for some time. But, the rash of assassinations of Sith had drove him to ground. His area of space had been out of any major powers' purview, for a time, but things had changed. He had changed.

"This one has heard you are quite skilled. But, this one requires... proof that you are up to the tasks this one has for you.

"Have you dealt with the systems of Sith Intelligence?"

 

[Eocin Chiyat]

The client was a bit of an enigma - his outline was not that of a human, an impression confirmed by Eocin's mask's sensors, but that was not the strange part. No, what drew his attention was the strength of the man's presence.

He was Force Sensitive. Trained? Most likely. A Darksider? Probably, but Eocin was too inexperienced to tell for sure.

"You've heard correctly," The Miraluka bragged with a smirk, before leaning forward. "Spooks tend to guard their networks well, but they're not uncrackable. Not if you know what you're doing." Focusing on his wristlink, he compelled it to display an outdated file - the plans for a fleet movement in the Outer Rim. Months old, at this point.

"There won't be any freebies when it comes to the juicy stuff, of course."

Not least because he rarely got the chance to get his grubby mitts on state secrets and the like. "You don't happen to have an in, do you? I used to know a guy who knew a guy, but there was an incident on that front."

Xeykard​

 

[Xeykard]

Eocin Chiyat
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"Old Empire tech. A few blacksites that might have valid codes. The corpses of two assassins, but their tech is fried. Nothing concrete." Xeykard wouldn't expect the Sith to be lax in their system security. But he needed an in, so if anything would be useful to this slicer, he had to give it.

"This one needs many things, some more than others. First -- fabrication of a top-secret file, containing communications with... a currently deceased high level intelligence officer. Many have been killed in recent years. Sith infighting. Preference towards Saaraishash officers from the era of the Empire, who served Darth Carnifex.

"The communications should convey this one's servitude to the new Sith Order. The more detailed, the better. This one can fill in key details where necessary."

 

[Eocin Chiyat]

"The more the better!" Eocin remarked, his tone cheerful. "Even the dead assassins, I suppose. There might be implants you didn't find." He wrinkled his nose at that. He didn't like working with fleshware, but it was what it was.

The brief distaste was replaced by eagerness as the job was described. It would be tough, yet fun - and both easier and safer than breaking into their systems to edit preexisting files. It did raise some questions about the client, of course.

Was he a defector who had decided to re-join the ranks of the Sith or perhaps an infiltrator?

If it was the latter, it seemed likely he was third-party; Eocin doubted SIA would go through him.

"That's doable... but not cheap." He took another sip from his drink. This ought to be profitable. After all, the Sith and their ranking minions tended to accumulate significant personal assets, unlike the frequently-impoverished Jedi.

Xeykard​

 

[Xeykard]

Eocin Chiyat
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Xeykard reached over to the black bag he'd thrown down onto the seat when he'd arrived. He tossed it over to the technologist. Inside were two lightsabers, one carefully cleaned, the other not; beside them was a foot-long metal blade humming with both energy and a terrible, dark power. "Those should cover it. Sold to the right buyer.

"This one will cover transportation, lodging, so on, should other sites require visiting."

 

[Eocin Chiyat]

If Eocin had eyes, they would have been filled with naked greed.

As it were his eagerness was betrayed by the speed at which "Deal." left his lips.

He could see the violence on the weapons. The struggles they had been involved in, the lives they had taken. In some ways it resembled the man that had brought them in, albeit in an infinitely more useful form. He did not work with fleshware, but hardware? Oh, the things he could do with the right kind of machinery.

Especially machinery with a history. Machinery that knew its purpose.

"Do I need a tong or the like for the blade?" It was less inherently interesting than the lightsabers, but he could find a use for it, he was sure. He was not interested in having his soul eaten or his flesh ripped apart, however.

Better to be safe than sorry when it came to mystical armaments.

 

[Xeykard]

Eocin Chiyat
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Xeykard merely gave the Mirialan a look -- don't be a coward.

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The Inquisitor didn't waste time; in two days, the pair were standing in the control room of a Saaraishash listening post. The blacksite had been hastily set up sometime after the fall of the Sith Empire. Deep in the underbelly of Lianna, the station had been intended to keep an eye on the Generalissimo, Darjos Morcar, though from what Xeykard could tell, its success had been limited.

Massive as the planet was, he'd had limited opportunities to take control here, even after slaying Morcar; now, new Imperials walked the streets. He and Eocin laid low, only a few legionnaires accompanying them here.

"Will this work?" He said it authoritatively, implying the slicer would have to make do, but in truth Xeykard had no idea what might be found here.