The Upright Man
Section Zero - Classified
She had just departed from Brando the Hutt's Palace. The air was crisp and fresh. Lily was on the world of Cathar, striding along the footpath towards the spaceport, where she hoped to find a ship into Confederacy territory. She pulled up her datapad and gazed over the bounty that had been posted. She found herself placing her hand against the door of a cantina, pushing it open. The scent of alcoholic beverages overwhelmed her senses. She pulled herself through the fog of lit cigarettes as species of all nationalities gathered here. Her bottom found an empty seat as she poured over the data before her. Usually the Guild would handle the process of rewards after a successful mission, but she wasn't up for that. It was illegal and against rules to hack into the Guild network, but who would find out?
What seemed like minutes had actually been hours. Code as endless as the oceans of Mon Calamari and as hard to push through as the behemoth hurricanes of Glee Anselm. Though she was getting there. Her fingers tapped beyond a rate for common sense. Her mind lost itself in the moment, the challenge. Codes dripped away, holonet protocols were revealed. She didn't have a name, but she had an inbox so-to-speak. She could get a message through. Kicking two feet onto the table, she pushed herself back into the chair, unknowingly messaging [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"].
"I'm looking to claim your bounty, but tracing an anonymous message on the holonet is no easy business. What help you got to offer?"
She left no name. Her own current Holonet Protocol would bounce the message off various clueless recipients before landing back on her datapad, making it harder to trace. Even then, there was no identification on her Holonet Protocol that would identify her, but merely source a way to find her via coordinates.
[member="Alli Wren"]
What seemed like minutes had actually been hours. Code as endless as the oceans of Mon Calamari and as hard to push through as the behemoth hurricanes of Glee Anselm. Though she was getting there. Her fingers tapped beyond a rate for common sense. Her mind lost itself in the moment, the challenge. Codes dripped away, holonet protocols were revealed. She didn't have a name, but she had an inbox so-to-speak. She could get a message through. Kicking two feet onto the table, she pushed herself back into the chair, unknowingly messaging [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"].
"I'm looking to claim your bounty, but tracing an anonymous message on the holonet is no easy business. What help you got to offer?"
She left no name. Her own current Holonet Protocol would bounce the message off various clueless recipients before landing back on her datapad, making it harder to trace. Even then, there was no identification on her Holonet Protocol that would identify her, but merely source a way to find her via coordinates.
[member="Alli Wren"]