Jen
Well-Known Member
Y U T A N
The Heart of the Republic.
[member="Jack Sparrow"] :: [member="Marcus Itera"] :: [member="Dallen Thayne"] :: [member="Wrrlykam"]
(Just tagging you Jack so you know what is going on)
So far, everything had proceeded quite smoothly. The laundering services had been set up and all necessary precautions had been taken, except one. There was still no real way to control the republic assets, know when to change tactics if people became suspicious, or have any possible way of having any direct or indirect control over anything. Not via social engineering, nor electronics.
It had not taken long to code the initial malware, after all, Jennifer was no script kiddo and was running top of the line main-frames herself back at home. She knew how servers worked and how to keep track on them without raising suspicion. In theory, the job was simple; she would install the malware on a single-board computer and connect it to the server room she wanted access to. If the job were done properly, no one would ever notice the servers were being watched.
However, complications kept popping up. For example, there was no blue prints of the room on record. Judging from the intel Marcus and Jennifer had gathered and bought on the Cryptnet, the server room of the Republic ranged from a square meter count of one hundred to in the tens of thousands of meters worth of servers. She was not sure which of the estimates was the most realistic, or if the sources were even reliable. Without a doubt some of info had been skewed by conspiracy theorist nuts, those guys had always been on the forefront of coming up with rumors regarding government technology... Nevertheless, considering the Republic was a multi solar system government it was only logical that their server room would be huge and such facts would only help conceal the hidden in plain sight.
There was a slight problem in the plan however. Namely, that the thing about having to slice the Republic was that it was the Republic. She would never get it done alone, which was why Jennifer needed some help from a willing soul, or two.
It had been a week since the initial perfect hint had been send by the information broker known as J03. It had put Jennifer and Marcus back on track on figuring out how to get into the server room after they had realized just how tight security was.
It had turned out, that in a small village on Yutan, near the newly build military fortress, a small meeting between some of the military establishment and a few senators would take place. According to her source, it was a standard procedure; however, the event happened to coincide with the arrival of a shipment of heavily encrypted comlink units and according to another leak, the units were to be given to the senators and other important individuals within the Republic during those meetings.
If Jennifer would be able to get her hands on one of those wonderful devices, she would be able to reach the server room. Which in turn would mean a job well done.
This was the reason that despite all logic, Jennifer was currently sitting on a small balcony in the warm weather of Yutan, overlooking a café. It was not because she disliked the sun, it was after all rather refreshing compared to the slums of Nar Shaddaa, however, the heat was a pain in the ass. And did nothing, but make you sweat.
Knocking burnt out tobacco off her smoke into a durasteel ashtray, she glanced back into the room she had rented via a fake identity, her eyes searching for the bounty hunter. Jennifer seldom trusted anyone, but Marcus had a good record and his results were impeccable. She never hired anyone twice for no reason.
A somewhat stressed grin found way to her lips, her face shielded from the sun by a black large-brimmed hat she had acquired as soon as they had arrived, her eyes covered by the usual pair of large round sunglasses.
“Yo, you ready? They could be done with the meeting any minute now. And remember, man. We just need the comlink, if the senator dies we will be more screwed than an Ewok in a Rancor pit.”
She turned her gaze back towards the entrance to the café, sighing as she leant forward in order to take a look at the street below. Patience wasn’t exactly her strong suit when hot weather was involved.
The Heart of the Republic.
[member="Jack Sparrow"] :: [member="Marcus Itera"] :: [member="Dallen Thayne"] :: [member="Wrrlykam"]
(Just tagging you Jack so you know what is going on)
So far, everything had proceeded quite smoothly. The laundering services had been set up and all necessary precautions had been taken, except one. There was still no real way to control the republic assets, know when to change tactics if people became suspicious, or have any possible way of having any direct or indirect control over anything. Not via social engineering, nor electronics.
It had not taken long to code the initial malware, after all, Jennifer was no script kiddo and was running top of the line main-frames herself back at home. She knew how servers worked and how to keep track on them without raising suspicion. In theory, the job was simple; she would install the malware on a single-board computer and connect it to the server room she wanted access to. If the job were done properly, no one would ever notice the servers were being watched.
However, complications kept popping up. For example, there was no blue prints of the room on record. Judging from the intel Marcus and Jennifer had gathered and bought on the Cryptnet, the server room of the Republic ranged from a square meter count of one hundred to in the tens of thousands of meters worth of servers. She was not sure which of the estimates was the most realistic, or if the sources were even reliable. Without a doubt some of info had been skewed by conspiracy theorist nuts, those guys had always been on the forefront of coming up with rumors regarding government technology... Nevertheless, considering the Republic was a multi solar system government it was only logical that their server room would be huge and such facts would only help conceal the hidden in plain sight.
There was a slight problem in the plan however. Namely, that the thing about having to slice the Republic was that it was the Republic. She would never get it done alone, which was why Jennifer needed some help from a willing soul, or two.
It had been a week since the initial perfect hint had been send by the information broker known as J03. It had put Jennifer and Marcus back on track on figuring out how to get into the server room after they had realized just how tight security was.
It had turned out, that in a small village on Yutan, near the newly build military fortress, a small meeting between some of the military establishment and a few senators would take place. According to her source, it was a standard procedure; however, the event happened to coincide with the arrival of a shipment of heavily encrypted comlink units and according to another leak, the units were to be given to the senators and other important individuals within the Republic during those meetings.
If Jennifer would be able to get her hands on one of those wonderful devices, she would be able to reach the server room. Which in turn would mean a job well done.
This was the reason that despite all logic, Jennifer was currently sitting on a small balcony in the warm weather of Yutan, overlooking a café. It was not because she disliked the sun, it was after all rather refreshing compared to the slums of Nar Shaddaa, however, the heat was a pain in the ass. And did nothing, but make you sweat.
Knocking burnt out tobacco off her smoke into a durasteel ashtray, she glanced back into the room she had rented via a fake identity, her eyes searching for the bounty hunter. Jennifer seldom trusted anyone, but Marcus had a good record and his results were impeccable. She never hired anyone twice for no reason.
A somewhat stressed grin found way to her lips, her face shielded from the sun by a black large-brimmed hat she had acquired as soon as they had arrived, her eyes covered by the usual pair of large round sunglasses.
“Yo, you ready? They could be done with the meeting any minute now. And remember, man. We just need the comlink, if the senator dies we will be more screwed than an Ewok in a Rancor pit.”
She turned her gaze back towards the entrance to the café, sighing as she leant forward in order to take a look at the street below. Patience wasn’t exactly her strong suit when hot weather was involved.
