Djentleman Josh
Blue Velvet.
[member="Popo"]
It had found it's way through the holonet and on to the datapad of one Arali Shala. Better known in slicing circles by the alias Blue Velvet, Arali was (for want of a better word), a Slicer extraordinaire. She had spent countless hours learning how to code, decode, crack, lift, and generally dis-assemble any piece of software she could get her hands on, and as any good slicer inevitably did, she had used her considerable talents to earn herself both the reputation of a virtual virtuoso and a tidy amount of credits in the process. Credits that she had ultimately used to riddle her body with various cybernetic implants. Over the years, Arali had turned herself from just another human slicer to a walking holonet interface - heck, even her eyes had been augmented, allowing her to overlay code, data, and on occasion live fight-pit feeds right on top of her natural vision. Put simply, she was a bio-engineer's wet dream.
From the moment she had de-coded the message sent to her, Arali was interested. Not so much in the credits on offer, or the offer itself. No. Her interest lay with the coding of the message itself and where it originated from. It was a work of art - there was practically no rough edges, the video was too grainy to discover who exactly was talking, and it had been bounced around the holonet so many times that working out just where it came from was, well... Akin to trying to watch a single grain of sand move one meter across the dunes of Tatooine. She was enthralled. The video played back time and time again, and every time it did a single question popped into her mind...
"Who are you?" she said softly to nobody in particular. She felt compelled to find out. Compelled to learn what they knew. More than anything, she was compelled to find out if this was a challenge she couldn't overcome. The prospect brought a smile to her face and a shiver to her spine - This was going to be fun. Immediately she shifted her light frame off her spartan, unkempt bed, and began to pull her syn-leather trousers on. She didn't bother putting on a proper top - the loose fitting, and some what ragged brown crop top that she'd worn to bed was fine with her. After all, she had no reason to dress up. Arali moved over to her desk - it was an angular, ugly thing, but it served a purpose. Set upon it, and the shelves around it was her rig, May. Cobbled together from the parts of hundreds of lesser machines and presented in an unbelievably battered state, May was Arali's true love. She had designed it, built it, and fine tuned it herself. If she was a bio-engineers wet dream, this battered looking rig would have left most techheads in a state of perpetual bliss. Arali caressed May's control panel gently, and with a slight flick of her finger the entire system flared into life. May had no screen, nor any other visual aid aside from a holoprojector. Instead, Arali interfaced directly with the rag-tag machine by way of her implants - it made the whole experience much more streamlined, and much more secure. After all, if anybody wanted to see what she saw then they would literally have to jack into her optical implants and download the data for themselves.
"Now then, May..." Her voice was soft, playful, and almost flirtatious. "Let's see if we can find out who our mysterious friend is, shall we?" This was going to be fun, and Arali most certainly liked her fun.
Hello.
If this message has arrived on your proverbial doorstep, then you may very well be considered one of the best slicers, bounty hunters, or information finders in the galaxy. If you are not, then consider this a chance to become one of the galaxy's finest.
My name is unimportant. My reasons are my own. My credits, however, are very, very good.
I require any and all personal information on the CEOs or Leaders of a few companies currently in operation in the galaxy. The list is attached at the end of the message. I desire all information on the individuals in question. The better the secrets, the higher the price. Bring me a list of their favorite colors and walk away disappointed. Bring me a list of their lovers, their family homes, their quiet places of seclusion, their most cherished possessions, their skeletons in the closet... you'll walk away very, very rich.
Any information is to be sent to the location given. Any attempt to track the information will be met with disappointment. Any attempt to find myself or my affiliates will be met with hostility. The credits will be placed within the account you have given us with the data within 24 hours of receiving the information.
As both a bonus and to reassure that my credits are as I say they are, included in this message is a small stipend of ten thousand credits. Consider it payment up front for future services rendered.
Keep in mind, I'll be keeping tabs on who takes the stipend. Those who take the money and run won't be running long.
Happy hunting.
Akure Executive Leatherworks
The Beast Hunters Guild
MandalTech
Tion Trade Nexus
Rendili Stardrive
Ravenwood Industries
Abregado-Rae Industries
Eisenwelt Eisenwerke
ArmTech Systems Inc.
Hegemonic Automaton
Firemane Industries
Darkwater Security
Shadow Tech Industries
Tenloss Corporation
Rythana Cloning Labs
Spynet Information Trade Network
Phenex Industries
Baktoid Industrial Systems
Ri'ess Regal Drives
Salacia Consolidated
Santhe Corporation
Daw Motors
MandalMotors
Silk Holdings
Corellian Engineering Corporation
Suvian Sciences
Mandal Hypernautics
Heofon Industries
General Hardwick's Military Training Industry
Archangel Research and Design
Neuro-Saav Corporation
Arceneau Trade Company
Sun Forged Industries
Krayt Industries
Whyren's Distillery
Mara TibX and Fuels
Blas-Tech Industries
Subach-Innes Corporation
Eshan Industrial Corporation
Blackthorne Bestiary
Neth's Chariot
Hekler'Kok Defense Industries
Haor Chall Engineering
Kuat Drive Yards
ECHO Esprit
Akovin Stock Company
Bright Star Entertainment Group
PharmaTech
Oiran Guild House
The Condottiero
Apoleia Incorporated
Valicore Engineering
Herglic Haute-Couture
Chandrila Datatech
Durasteel Fist
Aurum-Saccs Bank
Republic of Starcrest
Crozo Corps
Carrison Tech and Fashion
Ash, Pembrooke, Welqzana, and Associates
Safe Harbor Orphanage
Mohc Extractives
Rahvin Industries
Invictus Aeronautics
Sasori Research
The Beast Hunters Guild
MandalTech
Tion Trade Nexus
Rendili Stardrive
Ravenwood Industries
Abregado-Rae Industries
Eisenwelt Eisenwerke
ArmTech Systems Inc.
Hegemonic Automaton
Firemane Industries
Darkwater Security
Shadow Tech Industries
Tenloss Corporation
Rythana Cloning Labs
Spynet Information Trade Network
Phenex Industries
Baktoid Industrial Systems
Ri'ess Regal Drives
Salacia Consolidated
Santhe Corporation
Daw Motors
MandalMotors
Silk Holdings
Corellian Engineering Corporation
Suvian Sciences
Mandal Hypernautics
Heofon Industries
General Hardwick's Military Training Industry
Archangel Research and Design
Neuro-Saav Corporation
Arceneau Trade Company
Sun Forged Industries
Krayt Industries
Whyren's Distillery
Mara TibX and Fuels
Blas-Tech Industries
Subach-Innes Corporation
Eshan Industrial Corporation
Blackthorne Bestiary
Neth's Chariot
Hekler'Kok Defense Industries
Haor Chall Engineering
Kuat Drive Yards
ECHO Esprit
Akovin Stock Company
Bright Star Entertainment Group
PharmaTech
Oiran Guild House
The Condottiero
Apoleia Incorporated
Valicore Engineering
Herglic Haute-Couture
Chandrila Datatech
Durasteel Fist
Aurum-Saccs Bank
Republic of Starcrest
Crozo Corps
Carrison Tech and Fashion
Ash, Pembrooke, Welqzana, and Associates
Safe Harbor Orphanage
Mohc Extractives
Rahvin Industries
Invictus Aeronautics
Sasori Research
It had found it's way through the holonet and on to the datapad of one Arali Shala. Better known in slicing circles by the alias Blue Velvet, Arali was (for want of a better word), a Slicer extraordinaire. She had spent countless hours learning how to code, decode, crack, lift, and generally dis-assemble any piece of software she could get her hands on, and as any good slicer inevitably did, she had used her considerable talents to earn herself both the reputation of a virtual virtuoso and a tidy amount of credits in the process. Credits that she had ultimately used to riddle her body with various cybernetic implants. Over the years, Arali had turned herself from just another human slicer to a walking holonet interface - heck, even her eyes had been augmented, allowing her to overlay code, data, and on occasion live fight-pit feeds right on top of her natural vision. Put simply, she was a bio-engineer's wet dream.
From the moment she had de-coded the message sent to her, Arali was interested. Not so much in the credits on offer, or the offer itself. No. Her interest lay with the coding of the message itself and where it originated from. It was a work of art - there was practically no rough edges, the video was too grainy to discover who exactly was talking, and it had been bounced around the holonet so many times that working out just where it came from was, well... Akin to trying to watch a single grain of sand move one meter across the dunes of Tatooine. She was enthralled. The video played back time and time again, and every time it did a single question popped into her mind...
"Who are you?" she said softly to nobody in particular. She felt compelled to find out. Compelled to learn what they knew. More than anything, she was compelled to find out if this was a challenge she couldn't overcome. The prospect brought a smile to her face and a shiver to her spine - This was going to be fun. Immediately she shifted her light frame off her spartan, unkempt bed, and began to pull her syn-leather trousers on. She didn't bother putting on a proper top - the loose fitting, and some what ragged brown crop top that she'd worn to bed was fine with her. After all, she had no reason to dress up. Arali moved over to her desk - it was an angular, ugly thing, but it served a purpose. Set upon it, and the shelves around it was her rig, May. Cobbled together from the parts of hundreds of lesser machines and presented in an unbelievably battered state, May was Arali's true love. She had designed it, built it, and fine tuned it herself. If she was a bio-engineers wet dream, this battered looking rig would have left most techheads in a state of perpetual bliss. Arali caressed May's control panel gently, and with a slight flick of her finger the entire system flared into life. May had no screen, nor any other visual aid aside from a holoprojector. Instead, Arali interfaced directly with the rag-tag machine by way of her implants - it made the whole experience much more streamlined, and much more secure. After all, if anybody wanted to see what she saw then they would literally have to jack into her optical implants and download the data for themselves.
"Now then, May..." Her voice was soft, playful, and almost flirtatious. "Let's see if we can find out who our mysterious friend is, shall we?" This was going to be fun, and Arali most certainly liked her fun.
SO, Mr. Popo. I've heard through the grapevine that tracing this back to the source is a near impossible task, so I'm going to give it a crack. I figure that a decent sized thread dedicated solely to working out where the message came from is a good place to start, and I took a wild guess that you might want to be kept appraised of what Arali is trying to do. Perhaps we can get a little roleplay out of this, considering that it's a somewhat ballsy move to try and figure out who's sent this out, and I imagine that if Arali comes close at all, you might want to react somehow! ^^