Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
The death toll rose ever higher as the hours ticked by. The numbers of dead and wounded and outright devastation of his home pained him, forcing memories of similar times from the past to rise up in his mind more frequently than ever. All in all, however pyrrhic the day had been, all things would pass. Homes could be rebuilt. Businesses restored. Reputations returned. He and the Wheel would heal, it would just take time. Thankfully, time was something every Hutt had plenty to spare, even at his age.
The fighting had shown a few glaring weaknesses that needed to be rectified. Men, materials, and more, but what could be fixed now wasn't physical, but rather digital. The virus and other things had absolutely ripped apart the station's computer defense system. They'd done what they could, but the system was old and, aside from one or two upgrades here and there to keep it current, it couldn't withstand all that had been done to it. So, while lengthy repairs and damage control went on its usual course, the Hutt had determined it was time to build a proper, professional cyber defense system. Hopefully, the selected individual could do that and, if they could, wouldn't turn on him down the line.
The joys of employing freelance work.
"The database should still be accessible, Ms. Simone," he stated over the commlink from his location within the station itself. "Probably not remotely, but you should be able to hardline into the servers directly without issue. They should be intact, though exactly how intact... I have no idea at this point."
[member="Simone"]
The fighting had shown a few glaring weaknesses that needed to be rectified. Men, materials, and more, but what could be fixed now wasn't physical, but rather digital. The virus and other things had absolutely ripped apart the station's computer defense system. They'd done what they could, but the system was old and, aside from one or two upgrades here and there to keep it current, it couldn't withstand all that had been done to it. So, while lengthy repairs and damage control went on its usual course, the Hutt had determined it was time to build a proper, professional cyber defense system. Hopefully, the selected individual could do that and, if they could, wouldn't turn on him down the line.
The joys of employing freelance work.
"The database should still be accessible, Ms. Simone," he stated over the commlink from his location within the station itself. "Probably not remotely, but you should be able to hardline into the servers directly without issue. They should be intact, though exactly how intact... I have no idea at this point."
[member="Simone"]