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Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Gas Giant was blindingly sitting right outside of his cockpit. Sunglasses itched his nose. Nothing was fun in this god forsaken galaxy anymore. Why fight. It all seemed pointless. A bomb he had purchased from a charming female patron was buckled up in a seat behind him. Why another seat was in his cockpit was beyond him. No passengers ever. Company sucked. Beings eating food and then touching the nobs and controls. A face flashed before his eyes of the culprit who had put the stain on his favorite seat cover. Fracking SCUMB SUCKER!!!! The guys name was typed onto the holopad a second later. Racket was given a purpose. A reason to live. Someone help the being he was after. Minutes passed while files were hacked. A location popped up on his screen. Thrusters hit full followed by throttle hitting max position. Hyperdrive.​
Tar Mordren
(Three Weeks Later)​
His ship pulled forward towards a planet. It looked like a lot of others he had seen. Traveling the universe sdoes that huh? A face came up on his holopad looking for identification.​
"Let me ask you a question. Do you like your job? Say you had means of a life outside of the city you live in, Would You Leave?"
The man began to look around for a second. The guy was alone. If not then he would have responded instantly. A pause. THE PAUSE. It was the reason for the menacing grin on Rackets smug face right about now.​
"I'm a wealthy fracker looking to make friends. The way I see things is this galaxy is to small not to help one another out. Make someone else's dreams a reality. Are you worthy of being a friend of mine?"
The man paused again before entering the conversation slowly. He was suspicious, yes. But he had dreams. Everyone did. This was his shot at making those come true. A few minutes later Racket had heard a sad tail of how the man had three kids and a wife back on his home planet. Three out of the four yearly cycles he was stuck on the rock working in the factory talking to ships who didn't want to be having to talk to him. The pay was worth it for his family but he was currently looking at being at the job for another eighteen years before he could get back to living a full life with them. One would call it 'heart warming'. Racket thought the guy was a little weak Fracker who could help him right now.​
"Say your wife receives a hefty 'donation' for being a good mother within the next two hours. You board a shuttle and head back to that home planet. All you have to do is give this shuttle full access under a false company, a false pilot, and a false ship. No link trail back to my existence at all. Can you make that happen and live comfortably tomorrow and until the day you die?"
Eighteen minutes later, I FRACK YOU NOT, Eighteen minutes and he had landed. Vengeance would be had for that seat cover by god.​
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Thin wiry face looked happy to greet someone to the dock. Hand extended out towards him. Racket stuck a bag in the open palm while walking past him holding another bag. A hangar filled with florescent lights housed his ship for the time being. Voice spoke from behind his quick scurried yet methodical pace. Could one call pitter patter methodical? "So the shuttle leaves tonight?"
"You got things to do before that shuttle leaves. Lets not get ahead of ourselves."
A plain company jacket with only a company logo on the front was lying on a pile of crates. It found his shoulder while he continued to walk through the massive interior of the ship manufacturing plants office side. A new hallway came into view as Tim took the lead. From there it was easy breezing to his office. Entering the tiny room with sound proof walls, holoscreens, and no personal belongings allowed it reminded him of a coffin. Nice message.... Work until you belong in this.​
Cords and a splicing encryptor hung from every opening the holopad had. A maze of loosely hanging wires were breaking down data barriers like The Jedi Order did to...... real things. Looking around the room after being sucked into the most fun he's had in months brought him back to real life and reminded him of timmy standing silently and probably watching him. Eyes shot backwards staring at the guys feet. RAcket froze. Completely forgot about the stupid guy. "Take that bag and go take a shuttle home Tim. Tell the family I said you're welcome." in a quick squirly voice. No need to listen for response from the guy any longer. He could have still been sitting there ten minutes later, he'd never of known. His first plan of action had been all too easy. All footage from security cameras from the past month was now nothing more than a pile of corrupted data. Next task, a little harder. Pages scrolled in front of him filled with archaic numbers, symbols, and letters. It was poetry to his retinas. The information page of little timmy was changed now containing the false identity of a Dentin McArthur. The 45 year old version of some low brain that fit the position best. He was a noble employee but never made a push for anything higher. Enjoyed the company, liked the money, worked and kept his mouth shut. At least that's what all his bosses had said about him. Timmy was as good as off the system.​
Picking up his bag and moving had been a necessity though it didn't worry him at all. Jacket on and eyes forward. No one even questioned him. He weaved his way deeper into the building thanks to the maps on random walls sending him right to where he needed to go. He entered an office which was empty. It was that of an old friend. The guy had done okay for himself. Well enough to PAY FOR A FRACKING SEAT COVER!!!!!! Next phase of his cybernetic attack was launched right after he had jammed every blocker, jammer, and the encryption annihilator into the knew holopads. He maneuvered his way through the systems initial set up sequences and was looking at a technological vault of continuous moving cybernetic coded woven sequences........ Childs play, he had made his way through a firewall, 2, 3, forty five minutes later, 15 hacked 500,000 symbol pages of transferring codes and an encrypted blank maze continuously changing had been solved. Blood shot eyes stared at the screen relentlessly. Bank account codes were now at his command which was bad. For this manufacturer.​
All accounts were drained one after another​
-Quarterly employee checks
-Parts, material, and shipment funds
-Quarterly annual Company revenue
-Connected employee accounts
All Drained.​
Half sent to RAcket's personal Ghost account based through an encrypted pattern of simplistic symbols seen over twenty times a second per page. The trick to making it untouchable, bouncing the code through different encrypted bank codes three times every two seconds on files within accounts untouched for decades due to the bank accounts owner being deceased or MIA. The Galaxy had millions of such accounts.​
The second half of the funds found it's way into the happy little families account. I'm sure no one would notice....​
His butt felt kinda numb after sitting for so long. WOrth it. Walking across the room to the only painting. It looked ugly. No one liked ugly art. Especially his old friend Einke. Lifting the bottom of the frame enough to look underneath gave proof to the thoughts. A safe sat behind. A minute later it was open in front of his eyes with the pass code changed. The thing was huge. Loads of credits were stashed in it along with a crap ton of paper work. Gentle hands placed the bag down in the safe. The suitcase bomb rigid with two, not so friendly, force breakers. The last two left over from his MAndo visit. It sat quiet and comfortably waiting to make an impact on Racket's old friend's life. Swinging the safe door closed before the painting found it's place on the wall started his exit of the building.​
 
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