Location:
The Vhipirheim, Engineering Bay
Local Time: N/A | 12:04 Standard Hours
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Fix Specialized Equipment.
Secondary Objective: Find Backdoor Accesses and Loopholes in Personal Computer’s AI.
Wearing: Pair of black, Bloused Combat Boots, Gray Flight-suit Pants, Black Hoodie.
Tag(s):
Kaz Krayt |
Raze Krayt
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Vulcan Krayt
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Gwyneira Vizsla
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Eliz Krayt
The electrical components and circuitry clattered inside the box as the young slicer went about trying to find what he was looking for by feeling the component’s shape in his hands while keeping most, if not all of his attention directed at the screen he held several inches away from his face. Having focused heavily on the mock attack he had launched on his computer, the light hearted banter thrown his way by a fellow vod went unnoticed for now, as well as the conversations the others were having with one another.
Finally having found a back entrance through his computer’s defenses, the young Krayt cracked up a grin, satisfied with how the slice had gone. Having found another weak spot in his defenses to patch later, the young slicer halted the cyber attack after making sure the data of the slice was saved up in his datapad’s databank. He would be analyzing it later in the day to make sure he missed no other weaknesses on his cyber defenses. Although its intelligence was governed by hundreds of lines of coding and algorithms to prevent it from gaining consciousness as a precaution, the AI he had developed in his free time over the last two years learned new ways of countering slicing attempts and developed its own means of countering a cyber attack against itself and the computer it was made to defend.
But occasionally, he would find weaknesses in its defenses. Failing its objective to protect the database in his computer during the mock cyber attack, it would be running simulation after simulation in the span of a second or two until it could counter such slice attempts with highest possible efficiency.
Satisfied with the process, the young man pressed on the datapad’s power button once, turning off the screen to save its battery power. As he was no longer focused on slicing, the young Krayt quickly became aware of his surroundings. Realizing he was not alone in the engineering bay all by himself, he began casting his gaze around the room for a moment as he put his custom datapad into his pocket, then turned around and picked up the box he had searched for a transceiver replacement, all the while paying attention to the chatter of others. Although almost ransacking the box containing transceiver parts while looking for one specific part while he was spectating the mock cyber attack, he could not identify what he sought after, much to his displeasure. He would have to take a closer look at it now.
”...Isn’t going to help. Figure out where he’s at first.”
He was somewhat intrigued by the interesting characters present in the engineering bay he hadn’t properly met or even
seen before. And albeit unaware of it at first while he was executing a slice, he understood something was going down in the room. That much he could reasonably deduce by the words of the tall, ruby skinned, human-like vod. Was somebody in distress? Who needed help? With what? What needed figuring out?
Lacking any meaningful context to get to the bottom of what was going on, or how he could help, he required more data to assess this situation.
As he set the box down on a vacant table nearby, the young slicer raised his inquiry, directed at nobody in particular.
“Figure what out?” he asked purely in intrigue; taking off his backpack, the young Krayt set it on the table and unzipped the bag, pulling out the extensively damaged long range com receiver. From the outside the device seemed fine, but the status of its internal components was a completely different story. Failing to tune the powerpack properly -the one he had tweaked to get the maximum amount of juice out of it two days ago- had caused a power surge, frying the electronic components of the device.
Reaching for a screwdriver as he awaited his inquiry to be replied to, the young Mandalorian began unscrewing the screws that kept the cover bottom cover of the long range com receiver to begin repairs of the device.
