s o l a _ t y m o n
General Rane's Gala, Nar Shadda, Y'Toub System, the Mid Rim.
Interacting with: [member=Evoros]; [member="Hazel Zanteres"]; [member="Itash Mecetti"]; [member="Wes Rykker"].
Almost immediately, Sola's computer flashed alerts at her: counter-slicers were attempting to seize control of the system again, probing for some sort of vulnerability; if it meant anything, it meant that they may not have left a backdoor, but she couldn't tell for sure. Meanwhile, security teams initially took the bait: after storming the janitors room, they started by storming other rooms associated with her goose chase script's targets. Taking the time to deal with the counter-slicers while she could, Sola shifted her attention to other data: captured packet exchanges, system logs and recent access to the system, just to name a few. Defensive slicing was tricky: there wasn't much you could do until you could isolate a slicer's signature. Fortunately for Sola, she had the help of the system's preexisting security programs. As soon as she could compile enough of a signature, she ejected the first slicer from the system, where she then moved onto the next-
"Sola, I'm reaching the vault door. I need it to be open when I do. You've got... a few minutes. Go." came a familiar voice from the holocommunicator set in her ear. Meanwhile, the counter-slicers began to chop up their approach to vary their signature, and the security team did one thing she didn't predict: once they figured out it was a goose chase, instead of taking the bait, they started systematically sweeping every room with system access from one side of the building to the other. Being converged on from all sides while being drawn away from defensive slicing, Sola began to bead droplets of sweat. In more than one way, Evoros was right: not only did she have a few minutes until Evoros got there, but she had a few minutes until either the door came in or she lost access to the network, even with her scripts running interference on the counter-slicers.
Everything was coming at her, and the others needed the vault open. This was the peak of the operation, or at least for her. If she wanted a future with the Collective, she
had to get this right.
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"Working on it!" Sola answered while simultaneously changing the security camera loop in her headset to nearby rooms. That would be her final warning: she only had to beat it. She had a method in mind: one that would normally take too long to consider, but to break into a vault like this, it was the only option. On her computer, she opened footage from every camera she could get her skinny little hands on that was near the vault and turned the cameras to face it. For this, she would need any angle she could get on every pin, lock and handle.
Then came the tricky part. From the remote control panel, almost completely lacking a user interface, she pulled up a list of every device connected to the network on the floor of the vault. Easily hundreds of results came up: everything from dataslates to droids, autoturrets to computers, but most importantly: the vault functions. Quickly flinging over the camera footage to the chef's computer, Sola started near slamming data for a new script into her own computer: her fingers were almost like tendrils grasping at the keyboard in a panic, well and truly breaching the 3-figure characters-per-minute mark. As soon as it was ready, she executed it: a script to probe every device on the list, to make each one either move, rotate, or turn on a light.
Two minutes to go. The rest of team 1 was closing in.
Watching the security camera footage, Sola waited for movement from each part of the vault. One pin moved slightly to the right, followed by another to the left. Turning back to the report for her script, Sola had an easier time pinpointing which one did what: laid out in front of her was a report of what device did what as result of the probing, including a "v_l_pf02" and a "v_l_pf07" having moved. Just like that, she'd figured out which series of devices she needed to work with. Now turning back to the list of devices, Sola began running through the v_l_pf series from top to bottom, slapping remote control commands in pertaining to each one and watching the result. It wasn't entirely unlike holding a stethoscope to a safe and turning the dial, if not a whole lot more complicated...
One minute. The team had reached the floor.
While the pins were dealt with, that left the electromagnetic seal. That was something she couldn't see from her cameras, yet looking through the list of devices, something stuck out to her: devices marked with "v_l_mf". It was the best chance she had. Running through each one in series, she disabled them from top to bottom. She could see the door starting to lean: it seemed she was right on the money.
Team 1 was approaching the vault now: she could see them on her cameras. But team 1 wasn't the only team on target: from the camera feeds in her headset, she could see security forces on her own floor, closing in on her position. She was cooked: if she stayed any longer, she'd be shot or worse. Yet, she had to open the vault yet.
Conclusively, Sola toggled the last affiliated function she could find: "v_dt". Just like that, the vault door let out a flat groan as it began to slowly creak open for the oncoming team. The vault was cracked: all that was left was to take whatever was inside.
"Got it! I'm pulling out, they're about to kick in my door!" she near-called over her communicator; although, she didn't scramble to escape her seat. Instead, she returned to the remote control panel and changed over to the
entire building. It was here where she pulled up the directives for every classification of droid in the building: from astromechs to autoturrets. It went without saying that they were all vastly different, although most of them shared one thing: do not harm organic life unless they're classified as an intruder. It was even complicated, to some extent: there were various classifications of intruder, each one justifying different levels of force.
It was almost a shame to waste all the work they put into it.
Slamming some more code into her keyboard, Sola typed out a much more simple directive: if a creature is organic, then it is a category 3 intruder. A category 3 intruder was an intruder that justified lethal force. She took that same code and copied to every set of directives she could and, with only a moments delay, pushed it through. She could hear boots pressing towards her door, echoing down the hallway, when a hail of blaster fire abruptly broke out. This was the best thing she had to cover her escape. But that wasn't the end: after that, she set off the script she'd planted to indiscriminately delete everything earlier. She could abandon the system to the defensive slicers: there will be nothing left once they got it back.
With that now out of the way, she scrambled to unplug her equipment and pack it all away. Near sprinting forward from her chair, she scooped up her cap and fitted it back to her head. The rest of team 1 was on their own now: she only hoped she gave them what they needed to pull it off.
