Arrbi Betna
Marauder
Iziz City
Onderon
14:00 Standard Time
Corner Cafe
It was a nice enough place, he figured, but ultimately a bit too much for his tastes.
"Too fancy and... aloof, I guess," Betna said to his only companion before taking a sip from his mug. It was some sort of sweet caf typical of the area. It tasted pretty nice, but it was a bit too sweet for his liking and, if he was honest, his wife's behot was better.
"Trick is to blend in and look like you belong," he continued quietly, setting the mug down on the table. He wore typical spacer's garb - leather breeches and boots with a well used jacket covering the plain shirt underneath - and sat comfortably in one of the wooden chairs of the outdoor cafe. On the table before him was a small, portable computer and a small plate of local pastries. "If you look like everyone else, then there's no reason for anyone to single you out for any real reason."
He hit a few keys on the little computer and smothered a mild yawn. On the screen the holonet cranked up and data flowed on one of the small windows. To anyone watching, it looked like a pair of men chit chatting over caf while one tinkered with a computer; a typical business meeting in progress. After a moment more and another refill of caf from the Togruta waitress, the data stream flashed green once.
"Alright, we're in," he said simply. He wasn't a master slicer, but he was decent enough at the job to get most tasks done given time and concentration. "Time to see what we can dig up."
Sure, the Republic had pulled out of Onderon after the fall of Contruum, but just because the Republic was no longer here didn't mean that there weren't data remnants on their supply lines. Wiping hard drives entirely was nearly impossible without outright destroying the physical servers themselves. Even deleting data never entirely wiped out everything. All that did was remove the ability to normally access it in most cases and then convert the area over to reusable space. He couldn't alter files he found, but he could read them, and that was all he needed.
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
Onderon
14:00 Standard Time
Corner Cafe
It was a nice enough place, he figured, but ultimately a bit too much for his tastes.
"Too fancy and... aloof, I guess," Betna said to his only companion before taking a sip from his mug. It was some sort of sweet caf typical of the area. It tasted pretty nice, but it was a bit too sweet for his liking and, if he was honest, his wife's behot was better.
"Trick is to blend in and look like you belong," he continued quietly, setting the mug down on the table. He wore typical spacer's garb - leather breeches and boots with a well used jacket covering the plain shirt underneath - and sat comfortably in one of the wooden chairs of the outdoor cafe. On the table before him was a small, portable computer and a small plate of local pastries. "If you look like everyone else, then there's no reason for anyone to single you out for any real reason."
He hit a few keys on the little computer and smothered a mild yawn. On the screen the holonet cranked up and data flowed on one of the small windows. To anyone watching, it looked like a pair of men chit chatting over caf while one tinkered with a computer; a typical business meeting in progress. After a moment more and another refill of caf from the Togruta waitress, the data stream flashed green once.
"Alright, we're in," he said simply. He wasn't a master slicer, but he was decent enough at the job to get most tasks done given time and concentration. "Time to see what we can dig up."
Sure, the Republic had pulled out of Onderon after the fall of Contruum, but just because the Republic was no longer here didn't mean that there weren't data remnants on their supply lines. Wiping hard drives entirely was nearly impossible without outright destroying the physical servers themselves. Even deleting data never entirely wiped out everything. All that did was remove the ability to normally access it in most cases and then convert the area over to reusable space. He couldn't alter files he found, but he could read them, and that was all he needed.
[member="Vilaz Munin"]