Dashal Vance
RETIRED
DARKNET
Piggybacking on a restricted S-thread transceivers, and bouncing through various holonet relays - the darknet was a widely used resource for the slicer community. There was an unwritten code within the virtual infrastructure that you didn't attempt to take it down, or plant sabotage within the core functionality. The users were certainly fair game, but the system was not. Breaking this code was inviting virtual suicide of every shape and size imaginable right to your literal doorstep. With such a tradition in place, the slicers behaved for the most part when in communications with the community at large. On such a database of technofiles is where our story begins.
:: The latest patch isn't beta testing well. Two of the top tier programmers have both posted a feed of a design failure that is erasing nav points in all of the ship's guidance systems. :: The hauntingly synthesized tones of a less than jubilant intelligence system informed the purveyor of Trooper Terror: Elite Squadron about this recent update. :: Any attempt at hyperspace either pulls you into a gravity well, or results in an immediate explosion. :: One of the signature games that Dash was quite fond of (just not enough to actually purchase) was going through a new platform upgrade; one that wouldn't be officially released to the masses for a good five Galactic Standard Months - and it wasn't testing well it seemed.
"Top tier? Really? Can code reload times for a Plasma rifle while running and still can't wrap their collective heads around standard guidance systems? I call Bantha poodoo - must be a special kind of lunaweed they've been chewing." Vance replied with his normal jaded sarcasm at coders who simply didn't know their algorithm from their file name. "Be a dear and forward that patch over to my private build, and I'll take a whack at it a little later." The Hapan native shifted in his comfortable seat, while manipulating two holoscreen keyboards for the various feeds he had brought up on a particular event happening shortly on a very affluent world.
:: It's a wonder they haven't put you on the payroll yet. :: DARCI exclaimed while putting the request through.
"Well, at least not officially." A wry smirk slid across the chiseled jawline of the slicer in his element.
:: Perhaps if you'd stop pulling down their profit margin to feed your puff-cake addiction, they'd have the credits for decent coders. ::
"Semantics, besides a puff-cake fund is essential." Dash offered a waggle of his free hand before his eyes shifted onto the sight of a very interesting development. "Huh, looks like ostracization runs in the family." The slicer kicked his feet off of the console and went to work gathering more data. "Yup, looks like Baron tight pants is getting annexed for a scholarship running dry."
:: More like hemorrhaging.::
"Spot on babe, three Lord's net worth spiked right around the same time. Clever, split up the profit and a majority vote keeps them locked in. Aaaand he's a smashball league member?" Dash shook his head. "Nope! Not gonna happen, not on my watch."
:: Shall I iron your cape, sir :: The tone shifted into a far more butler personality from the floating Sphere bobbing back and forth nearby.
"Cute, but I prefer Zeltros maid over monkey suit. Looks like I am gonna go formal though - just gotta get the right arm candy." With quick and nimble fingers, the darknet hololine was pulled up - and in quick array Dash began to cycle through the various contacts he'd made over the years. He'd collected quite a sizable group of specialists in every field, and though he was fine on doing jobs solo normally, what he had in mind certainly fit the bill for a two person job - and it required a bit of refinement to pull off. There was only one name on his list for this particular cyber-grift, and he was already sending the coded tell that he needed some face time with a young up and comer he'd been keeping track of.
:://Rook to Castle King-side//::
A simple missive, but it backed the play perfectly. Not only was he using one of the more known moniker's on their darknet communication system, but he also knew that as soon as the chess metaphor went out, he'd get the hit from BlackKnight7 that he was looking for. An ecrypted Star-chat request went with the missive, and now he just had to wait for the blonde to sign on.
[member="Spark Finn"]
Piggybacking on a restricted S-thread transceivers, and bouncing through various holonet relays - the darknet was a widely used resource for the slicer community. There was an unwritten code within the virtual infrastructure that you didn't attempt to take it down, or plant sabotage within the core functionality. The users were certainly fair game, but the system was not. Breaking this code was inviting virtual suicide of every shape and size imaginable right to your literal doorstep. With such a tradition in place, the slicers behaved for the most part when in communications with the community at large. On such a database of technofiles is where our story begins.
:: The latest patch isn't beta testing well. Two of the top tier programmers have both posted a feed of a design failure that is erasing nav points in all of the ship's guidance systems. :: The hauntingly synthesized tones of a less than jubilant intelligence system informed the purveyor of Trooper Terror: Elite Squadron about this recent update. :: Any attempt at hyperspace either pulls you into a gravity well, or results in an immediate explosion. :: One of the signature games that Dash was quite fond of (just not enough to actually purchase) was going through a new platform upgrade; one that wouldn't be officially released to the masses for a good five Galactic Standard Months - and it wasn't testing well it seemed.
"Top tier? Really? Can code reload times for a Plasma rifle while running and still can't wrap their collective heads around standard guidance systems? I call Bantha poodoo - must be a special kind of lunaweed they've been chewing." Vance replied with his normal jaded sarcasm at coders who simply didn't know their algorithm from their file name. "Be a dear and forward that patch over to my private build, and I'll take a whack at it a little later." The Hapan native shifted in his comfortable seat, while manipulating two holoscreen keyboards for the various feeds he had brought up on a particular event happening shortly on a very affluent world.
:: It's a wonder they haven't put you on the payroll yet. :: DARCI exclaimed while putting the request through.
"Well, at least not officially." A wry smirk slid across the chiseled jawline of the slicer in his element.
:: Perhaps if you'd stop pulling down their profit margin to feed your puff-cake addiction, they'd have the credits for decent coders. ::
"Semantics, besides a puff-cake fund is essential." Dash offered a waggle of his free hand before his eyes shifted onto the sight of a very interesting development. "Huh, looks like ostracization runs in the family." The slicer kicked his feet off of the console and went to work gathering more data. "Yup, looks like Baron tight pants is getting annexed for a scholarship running dry."
:: More like hemorrhaging.::
"Spot on babe, three Lord's net worth spiked right around the same time. Clever, split up the profit and a majority vote keeps them locked in. Aaaand he's a smashball league member?" Dash shook his head. "Nope! Not gonna happen, not on my watch."
:: Shall I iron your cape, sir :: The tone shifted into a far more butler personality from the floating Sphere bobbing back and forth nearby.
"Cute, but I prefer Zeltros maid over monkey suit. Looks like I am gonna go formal though - just gotta get the right arm candy." With quick and nimble fingers, the darknet hololine was pulled up - and in quick array Dash began to cycle through the various contacts he'd made over the years. He'd collected quite a sizable group of specialists in every field, and though he was fine on doing jobs solo normally, what he had in mind certainly fit the bill for a two person job - and it required a bit of refinement to pull off. There was only one name on his list for this particular cyber-grift, and he was already sending the coded tell that he needed some face time with a young up and comer he'd been keeping track of.
:://Rook to Castle King-side//::
A simple missive, but it backed the play perfectly. Not only was he using one of the more known moniker's on their darknet communication system, but he also knew that as soon as the chess metaphor went out, he'd get the hit from BlackKnight7 that he was looking for. An ecrypted Star-chat request went with the missive, and now he just had to wait for the blonde to sign on.
[member="Spark Finn"]