Private The Revolution of Super Visions

[Oceiros of Shor]

Brentaal System, Brentaal IV
Urban Tenement

Spark Finn ​

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Somebody had gotten ahold of something they really shouldn't have. The somebody was a greaseball slicer with poor hygiene, and the something were records pertaining to the movement of Guild money that should not have been moving in the direction it did. That was Oceiros' tentative understanding of the situation, but the details didn't really matter to him. ​

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All he had to do was break into the apartment, hook up some thingamajig to the computers, then smash everything. So simple a caveman could do it. But it was easier - safer, too - to just send Oceiros.​

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He meandered through the tenements like he owned the place. Plain duracrete walls with water stains, scurrying rodents, and the distant yelling of angry residents. Oceiros smacked his lips and tried to ignore the smell. He wasn't sure how people could live like this. Then again, he wagered they didn't have a whole lot of say in the matter. Not on Brentaal, Coruscant, Metellos... ​

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Welp. Not his problem. He had a totally groovy pad on a normal planet, so he didn't have to worry about this kind of thing.​

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Oceiros of Shor came to the apartment door and inspected the corresponding keypad. Greaseball had been lured out with an elaborate catfishing scheme to the other side of town. By the time he realized there weren't actually any single zeltrons in his area, Oceiros would be long gone.​

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He fiddled with it until the external panel came loose, then he jammed a computer spike into the exposed port. There was a soft humming sound while it did its thing, overloaded the locking mechanism. Whatever. Oceiros checked over his shoulder exactly once, then resumed waiting. He scratched his beard.​

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La-de-da. Hopefully nothing stupid happened.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Brentaal was a really underrated planet. It had two moons. Its climate was temperate. Lots of trade. Lots of people in the urban areas. It meant blending in was a lot easier. And it had a lot of food options.

#NoodleHouse #Mmmnoodles #plssomemore

Spark was at a noodle shop a few blocks down from where the greasy slicer lived. #hey #sometakesanisteams #notoffended

Sitting outside, a pair of twi'lek teens who probs just met by swiping right #Startinder. An older looking Rodian on her left. It was a nice day to sit outside. Not too cold. Free wifi access with a privacy screen on her datapad next to her caf and steaming bowl of noodles.

It was simple, really. She'd been hired to steal what the greasy slicer had stolen. His name was Jerry. According to his account Spark had found on the darkweb site Too Hot To Handle and Topless Zeltrons. What wasn't simple was that the building didn't have any holocams. And so, as she sliced into his old-fashioned hototop #desktop, she did not realize she was about have an audience. Especially because she'd scoped out this location so she could watch the few times when Jerry actually left.

#wasn'tmuch

If a certain Oceiros of Shor made it inside and looked to the holoscreens, amidst Jerry's accumulation of old pizza boxes and fried nuna containers, he'd see some activity on the screens.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn ​

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Didn't take long to find Jerry's setup. Moldering desk with way too many screens and way too big of a tower. Wasn't much else in the place except rotten furniture and crumpled up fast food bags. When your job is to ride the holonet and make it everybody else's problem, it's hard to find the time to tidy up.​

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Oceiros cracked his fingers and prepared to sit down in Jerry's chair but reconsidered on noticing stains in choice locations. Instead he moved it aside with his foot and squinted at the screens.​

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There was a lot of activity and loading bars and windows blinking in and out for a station that was unmanned. Oceiros chewed the inside of his cheek. He knew enough about this sort of thing, but Jerry's set up might as well have been an ancient relic to him. Totally inscrutable.​

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He fished around and found a different computer spike and jammed that into the nearest access port. Repeat performance. This time, though, he put a finger to his ear to activate his comlink. "Hey. Yeah, you're in."​

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There was a long pause. Oceiros rocked back and forth on his heels and checked his watch. Then someone garbled something back to him.​

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"No, I'm not touching anything. Are you?"​

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Another pause. The screens were still jumping everywhere. "Someone else?"​

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That wasn't good. Who could be doing a thing like that? Oceiros furrowed his brow and scanned the room, eventually he found it: the holonet transceiver, the modem, whatever you wanted to call it.​

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"Yeah, I see it. One second."​

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Whoever was pulling the strings had about ten more seconds to do whatever they wanted before Oceiros took a few steps towards the transceiver, yanked it out of the wall, and gave it a stomp for good measure. No signal, no connection, game over.​

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Womp womp.​

 

[Spark Finn]

10...

Spark slurped up a spoonful of warm noodles. Contented face reflecting back at her from the datapad screen. She almost had it. Data was being transferred to one of her secured accounts.

9...8...7...

Guild credits flow was definitely suspicious. #tsktsk It was this kind of information the broker was paying her for. She just had to get the final transfer.

6...

An alert flashed at the top of her screen and her sandy-brows scrunched together.

5...

What's this?

4...

There was someone else in the system. Dropping her spoon of noodles #Mmmm she brought her other hand to the screen of the datapad and began pinging against that other feed. Whoever it was. Wasn't good for her business. Had Jerry gotten back early? No, seemed to be an outside source just like her.

3...


Fingers moved quickly, firing off a series of commands and attacks as she tried to trace where it was coming from. Who it was coming from while also trying to throw whoever it was off from her own trail.

2...

She almost had them.

1...

The connection cut. A wide-blink of pale blue eyes beneath glass lenses. She scrambled, trying to hit that address again. But nothing. Power outage? Pulling up other screens from the planet's grid system, she saw that Jerry still had power. That whole block did. But there was already an alert about holonet outage from Crapcast.

#efficient?

She had about half of what she needed. The broker would probably be mostly happy with it. There was a chance she'd get about half the creds and now she had this potential other mook on her. Shutting down her datapad, she took one more bite of soup and began to pack up her gear. 50,000 creds was probably worth a quick scope-out of Jerry's place.

#probs

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

That did the trick. Everything froze up on the screen, like someone the conductor for the orchestra just fell over dead. Then it all closed, and the same flurry of activity resumed... Only this time it was his guys working off a local hotspot built into the computer spike. Satellite connection. When it comes to damage control, you had to bring the fancy gadgets.​

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Oceiros was ready to start hitting things with a hammer (he'd have to find a hammer), but they told him to wait a second. Several minutes, actually. Maybe longer. Every square inch of disk space had to be scoured then scrubbed and then smashed. It's all protocol.​

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He wandered away from the computer and approached the couch that faced the front door. There were tears in the upholstery that allowed the couch's innards to practically hang out. Not to mention the crumbs. But the stains weren't as ominous a portent over here, so he took a seat anyway. ​

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Eventually he got bored enough to break out the ol' pack of smokes. Fiora Sage. Oceiros didn't usually light up indoors, but he figured Jerry wouldn't mind. Not like the place was the pinnacle of good choices anyway. He sat there like a lump, blowing rings of smoke, and daydreaming about a Nothoiin babe he met once.​

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Guy stuff.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark passed a wook with black fur in the hall. He looked tired and like he was getting in from a night shift somewhere. #excuseme

Converse-clad shoes padded quietly along the carpeting that was probably put in back in the Clone Wars. By the time the lift opened to Jerry's floor, Spark wasn't sure if it would actually open. She had ways around that but still #didn'twanttoblowhercover Or announce her presence in the force to others if she didn't have to.

Third door on the right.

Nose scrunched at the smell in the hall. Then her lips frowned at the panel off the keypad entry. It was unlocked. #uhoh She really should just turn around. But no. She was owed credits. Maybe the thief was already gone?

The door swished open and she found herself face-to-face with a bearded dude #bro smoking it up on Jerry's couch probs as old as the Clone War carpet. Spark froze.

"Who are you?"

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

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Oceiros' head snapped up when the door flung open. Some woman was standing there. Not the Nothoiin, to his everlasting disappointment. So much for the power of positive thinking. She demanded to know who he was and Oceiros smiled absently, exposing teeth that were so white it could have only been as a result of meticulous professional care. Practically ultrachrome. ​

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Outdoors on any other planet, they might have caught the glare of the sun. Otherwise, it was only the smile of someone who had just thought of something very funny. He promptly converted it into speech. "Jerry? Shit, man. You look great." ​

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He sounded a little airy. He dabbed the ashes from the cigarra right onto the couch, which was probably another good indicator he was not the homeowner.​

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"Did your date bail? It's okay. It happens."​

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Oceiros put the cigarra back in his mouth and folded his hands on his stomach. Like he was waiting patiently for something to happen.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Pale blue eyes did a quick rundown of #Mysterybro who obviously cared about hygiene. They snagged on his face for a little longer. For a moment, she wondered if she should just roll with it. He 'knew' about Jerry. Then her eyes saw the smashed router. And the computer spike.

Hand waved through the air as if she could disperse some of that smoke as she strode a few steps inside with all the confidence of a teen's first day of school after hitting puberty but still making cheer captain.

"No I'm Jerry's girlfriend," her attention remained on #Mysterybro. "He's seeing someone else?" She swallowed as she waved her hand through the smoky air again but this time her attention on that computer spike. There was a flare of the force as mechu-deru was used to sever the spike's connection. Her eyes widened beneath glass lenses as the played the spurned girlfriend.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"His girlfriend?" Oceiros frowned contemplatively and scanned her up and down. Shoes to glasses. "Damn. You live like this?"​

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Then he felt it - someone tugging away on the strands of the Force. A little re-weaving of reality. Normal stuff. But it wasn't him, so he could hazard a guess as to who it might be and what just happened. His eyes flicked briefly to the computer spike, then back to Spark. Ground control was crowing in his ear about it already, accusing him of screwing it up, but he ignored it for now. ​

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He snubbed his cigarra out on the couch and flicked the remains away. Time to get serious. Sort of. ​

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"He's on the prowl for some zeltrons last I heard. Freaky stuff." Oceiros attempted to look sympathetic. "You wanna talk about it?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

How could she get him to leave?

Oh, wait she knew.

There was nothing that made a bro more uncomfortable than a strange girl crying crocodile tears. #Breakup #badboyfriend #shouldgetActoraward #thinkaboutsadstuff

And even though she didn't like touching people...she inched closer to that couch. To him. "He...what?" Her eyes began to water as she thought about living life as Jerry's girlfriend. As she thought about what it had felt like when that space station she'd mechu-deru'd into a jump had felt like when Cameron made it explode.

"Feth," she blubbered and sat on the couch next to the bearded man and went to fling her skinny arms around his neck, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto the shoulder of his shirt. "How could he do this to me?"

#ewwtouchytouchy #stufftodoforthejob #sacrifices

Her attention again zeroed in on the computer behind them as the force flowed into Jerry's computer to re-wire that spike to work for her and not whoever these other dudes were.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros' eyebrows rose considerably when she started drifting towards the couch, then his mouth opened in a sort of dumb, surprised half-smile when she sat down right up in his business. No way. Was this actually Jerry's girlfriend? She looked like she was about to start the waterworks for real. So either she was shacking up with ol' Gerald, or she could cry on command - which was, like, a dangerous ability for any comely dame to have in their arsenal.​

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Before he could think of something slick to say, she had her arms flung around him and was weeping into his jacket. Full on. Tears and snot it sounded like. Oceiros silently mouthed "what the fuck" to himself as he patted her on the back. Normally this would be totally rad, but not so much while he was on the clock. And not so much when he felt the Force twist and undulate again.​

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Yeah, she was up to something. "Hey... Shh, shh, buttercup, it's all good," Oceiros told her, "Just relax a minute. Let me get you something to drink."​

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Tyrius System, Rodia
Abandoned Nightclub

You only had to blink and it was already over. Space folded in on itself and unwrapped. Just like flimsiplast. Oceiros slipped between the cracks of reality and took the scrawny blonde with him. Hug strange men, win strange prizes, as the saying went. Jerry's awful couch was gone beneath them, replaced with an even older, moldering loveseat once meant for a Hutt kingpin. The apartment was likewise gone - they were in a scorched out private room of some nightclub. ​

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The site of an old and fateful skirmish. Oceiros had been here once before on business. Messy business. Almost everything was broken, smashed, or exploded... Except for a small, pristine cooler a few meters away. Clearly something that had been brought at a different time.​

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Oceiros peeled her arms off of him and gave Spark a reassuring slap on the knee. "Sit tight."​

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He got up and went for the cooler.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Stomach twisted and she almost regretted eating one of her favorite foods. One moment she was looking at Jerry’s computer within a bleak apartment and the next she was in a rattier abandoned….what was this place? Where was it?

She swallowed, keeping her noodles down.

#sithnappedagain? #awks #yeezys #fastpass

The slicer did not sit tight.

#asif

She stood and sent an invisible wave of prodding senses through the force. Looking for any tech. Weapons. Or clues to where she might be. There was a moment where she bushed against something very large, far, far above them. And something closer in his ear. Something she missed before. Heel of her hand wiped away the tears from earlier as wide eyes tracked #beardbro’s movements. And then flickered across the debris strewn floor to the door.

“Usually a girl gives her consent before being transported off-world.” She took a few steps toward that door.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

The place was as dead as could be. Scrappers had come a long time ago to collect all the good bits. The cooler was fancy, though. Fully electric and with an absurd battery life. Oceiros cracked it open and started rooting around inside. "Yeah, well, you got crocodile tears on my threads, so we'll call it square."​

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When he stood again, he was holding two silver cans of Pantora's finest export pale ale. He tossed one to Spark, underhanded, and apparently ambivalent to whether or not she'd actually catch it.​

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"You can skee-daddle if you want, but I'll probably get back to Jerry's first." he said, even as he meandered back to his seat. "Waaay first. Not even close. Just sayin'."​

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Oceiros dropped back onto his couch with a thud and cracked open his cold one. It made a beautiful hiss. The sweetest music to his ears.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark was gifted at a lot of things but hand-eye coordination #notajock wasn't one of them. She was looking at the door and then belatedly at the silver object that was flying toward her head. Hand flew up and met air. Head turned and the can hit her right in the cheek and jaw, jarring her glasses. #oww Then clattered to the floor and rolled until it stopped against a pile of glass that must've been a fancy statue at some point.

#iceskatinghutt???

Hard to say.

Hate to see it.

Fingers lifted and rubbed at the bruise that was already blossoming on her pale skin. Scooping up the beer from #Beardedbro, she pressed its cold outside against her skin and shuffled back to the couch. Unless she wanted to cling to him for...a long time, he was right. He would beat her back to Jerry's. Easily. That he hadn't just left already was beyond her.

"Those in your ear sound pretty ticked." A small show of her hand. "What if I help you out and you help me out? Or yeah," a small shrug of her bony shoulders. "I leave. You get back to Jerry's and your guys eventually figure it out. I'm down 10,000 credits but info is leaked across the dark web."

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros winced when the can hit her in the face. "Oooh, sorry." What kind of flatfoot did you have to be able to command the Force but not catch an in-transit cold one? Reflexes were supposed to be the first thing they taught at space school. Must've been self-instructive... Or a lousy pupil. Relatable. Oceiros studied her while he took a big drink.​

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Suddenly the voices in his ear got real quiet when she asked about cutting a deal. They had been yapping the whole time, and thanks to that they had more-or-less faded into the background. It was only their silence that reminded Oceiros they'd been around in the first place.​

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"You got sharp ears. Yeah, ol' 'high command' gets a little twitchy from time to time..." He reclined deeper into the seat. "But they're listening. Nobody wants a leak. What's your offer, slick?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark perched on the loveseat's armrest, turned to #Teleportbro. The coolness of the beer felt good pressed against her smarting skin. The force shifted around her, knowing she could cut the communication in his ear easily.

But she didn't.

Kill him.

That voice hissed in the back of her ear. If a voice could have a color it would be green. An emerald haze swirled in darkness. Spark ignored it.

"I want a job. Don't want to kill anyone." #gross "I could follow the trail of what your high command is. Who you are. So why don't you just tell me your name and if they can give me a job or not?"

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Something tickled the back of Oceiros' neck. Felt like danger, but it didn't jive with his current view. Which was: lady nerd using a perfectly good beer can like it was an ice pack. Whatever, man. He stroked his beard in a contemplative manner.​

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"I'm Oscar," Oceiros said, waggling the fingers of his free hand as if to say hello, "High command is the Silver Shield Group. Maybe you've heard of 'em. They protect a whole lotta real estate up and down the Hydian. 'Cept for where the bad guys hang out. You know how it is."​

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Last he heard they were pulling out of Eriadu. Little too close to the Sith for everybody's blood. They hadn't asked for Oceiros' help with that yet. Maybe they wouldn't. He took a final swig of beer and set it down on the remaining, solitary fragment of a coffee table and leaned forward. Oceiros steepled his fingers and watched Spark like he was conducting a true, bonafide job interview.​

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"You bring a resume with you?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

The slicer blinked at him. Was he trying to be funny? Reading social situations wasn't exactly her strength. Just like catching cold thrown beers.

#popularity #missedthebus

To her credit, she didn't lean back as he leaned forward even though her whole body wanted her to. #invasionofpersonalspace

And she had heard of Silver Shield. There was something about it that she couldn't remember, though. Lips pressed into a thin line before a mental shrug. "My handle is Black Knight Seven. Look it up. Should tell you all you need to know."

The whole stealing a space station thing wasn't on it but some other job completions and such across the darknet. High ratings on #zooglereviews.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Black Knight Seven. "Uh-huuuuh." He sounded disbelieving, but in humoring way. His eyes lit up with a light blue color as his cybernetics patched him into the SilverNet. Data scrolled across his vision, obscuring his view of Spark momentarily. "Can't believe there were only six other Black Knights. Lucky for..."​

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His normally glib expression faded as he parsed the data, eventually turning into the sort of frown people usually wear when they become intensely focused or highly concerned. In this case, it was probably both. The light winked out of his eyes. Oceiros had seen enough. And so had the folks in his ear, based on what they were telling him.​

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"Alright, so you've done some stuff. Far out, man." Oceiros finished his beer and neatly compressed the can between his two hands. "Going rate is... Thirty thousand creds to forget whatever you got out of Jerry's place. Sixty thousand if you help us crack an old datavault."​

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He scratched his chin as he reclined in his chair again. "You do all that right, they might even make you full time. Just like me."​

 

[Spark Finn]

#Roboteyes

Eyes looked him over like she hadn't really seen him before. The force would test the waters around Oscar, sensing but not being necessarily intrusive #onlyalittle as she tried to pick up on any other tech that might've been built into her companion.

A tug of the cold beer away from her cheek, a nice healthy black and blue mark spread along her pale skin but wasn't swelling.

"Alright," a small adjustment of her glasses. "I'm in for sixty. You're flying or y'know poofing us." Considering her ship was...on a different planet in a different system. "And providing food."

#RIPnoodles

"Deal?"

In good faith, she lobbed her unopened beer at him only #nohandeyecoordination and it went super wide.