Wires and Things

[Munin]

Coruscant - Republic 500

This was more his style.

It was a party, a high class party thrown by one of the former Senators that had lived here before the Sith occupation. Now that the Sith were gone, the Senator had returned to his home and had decided to throw this rather lavish party. It was fancy, beautiful, filled with rich people, and stuffed to the brim with all sort of foods that Munin couldn't even describe. It should have been startling to an orphan like him, someone who grew up in squalor, but Munin took it all in stride.

He had to of course, for the part he played.

Munin was pretending to be a Prince, specifically Aleric Tedron, majority land owner on some far away border world that nobody gave a shit about.

Why was he doing this? Why for information of course. Not many people knew it, but the good Senator had actually been a Sith Collaborator. He had fully and completely cooperated with the One Sith and had even given them information on how to best take the planet. He had reaped a massive reward both in money and land ownership under Sith occupation. Now that he was back on Coruscant he was attempting to legitimize those gains.

Munin didn't really care about that of course, he was here simply to learn.

Information about the Senator, his friends, and anything they were up to would be worth its weight in...well Corusca Gems.

It was why he was here, dressed in a fancy tuxedo and mingling with the masses. He was looking for an opportunity, either to fiddle some information out of a random passerby or to slice his way into the good Senators systems.

He just had to wait.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The Geek Squad cap was pulled tightly over dyed, dark-brown strands of once blonde hair. Glasses were still there. Blue eyes were concealed by brown contacts. The slicer looked like a million other girls on Coruscant, which was good, cause last time she had been here was with Cameron Centurion. #akaAshmedai Working undercover with the Sith Triumvirate landed her at an auction job stealing a piece with a whole bunch of enteched souls.

#anotherstory

Worst part was, the Sith Lord had circulated her face all over the security cams just for going out to get caf. #rude

But none of that really mattered, except that One Sith knew her, even if it was a former Sith world. Little did she know she was on a very similar mission as someone else, just coming in from a different angle. #sneakysneaky

The once blonde, knocked on the main door. A butler answered. "Penny Loo. Geek squad, here to service all your hardware and software needs. You called?"

The butler grimaced. Probably at her skinny jeans, slightly-big squad logo t-shirt, and converse shoes. "We told them to send someone to the back. Never mind. Come this way. Quickly, please, there is a party."

A small smile pulled at her lips as she ducked her head, tugging the cap lower as she was swept into the room bustling with fancy-dressed guests and fake princes. "Yes sir. By the way, we charge an extra fifty creds an hour after the first hour."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin didn't notice geeksquad arriving, mostly because if he had then he would have immediately told the Senator the Geeksquad was terrible, tended to overcharge, and was more then a little incompetent. Of course Munin didn't know any of that, and instead he simply continued to mingle with the crowd.

Many within the crowd were blissfully unaware of who their host was, or rather, who he truly was.

Others could not say the same.

A few times Munin overheard tiny snippets of conversation, some referencing the occupation, others talking about how much money they had garnered from deals with the Sith. People were surprisingly open about such things in this environment. Some took it as an opportunity to brag. He found himself quite surprised when a young woman approached him, her dress low cut and her eyes...predatory. She stepped into his personal space with almost wanton abandon, nearly pressing herself against him from the get go.

"Annnnnd who might you be?"

She slurred the words out, more of a demand then a request.

"Aleric Tedron." He answered curtly, slowly backing up and away from her. She seemed to breath rather loudly, and with every heated wind of air that came from her mouth it became more clear that she was heavily intoxicated. Slowly Munin tried to escape the woman's grasp, giving her platitude, but also asking her questions that might help him in his personal quest. "Why don't you..."

His eyes wandered towards a backroom, a small smirk falling on his lips. "Meet me in the backroom, we can get a little more acquainted."

At least he'd have a distraction.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The senator's wife and not the senator himself, greeted her with the butler. It wasn't the senator's mistress, either. That would've just been too awkward for Spark. "Thank the stars YOU ARE HERE. Larry, show her into the server room."

Larry the Butler grumbled and fished out his key card, guiding the ordinary brunette toward a back room. The room was frigid. #perusual

"We're getting all sorts of virus warnings. And screens keep freezing out and locking us from the main memory banks."

Spark adjusted the glasses up the bridge of her freckled-nose and calmly regarded the senator's wife. "I'll take a look ma'am. This is what I do best."

"Larry, stay with her. Security purposes, my dear."

"Of course, ma'am." The senator's wife left Penny Loo and Larry and returned to the party. Larry the butler stayed vigilant by the door, bored eyes every now and then falling back to the geek squad worker. Of course, this room was about to get a drunken female guest soon, however Spark and the butler were very unaware of this. And Spark's attention was on her work. The technopath was already stretching her mind forward with the force, while her fingers typed away at the holopad - doing the manual and not so mystical work.

#abouttogetsomedirtysecrets

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The woman, with Munin watching her, began to stumble towards the Server room. He wanted to stop her at first, point out that he had actually wanted her to go to the conference room, but in her more belligerent state the infochant wasn't quite sure that he could actually manage to convince her the two weren't one and the same.

"Weellll..." Munin said to himself quietly. "Might as well make the most of it."

Slowly he began to follow her, meandering through the crowd as stealthily as he could.

Huginn had always been better at being subtle, he was more built for...well being lead to the right place. The woman was an excuse in that sort of way, she was the one that was leading him to the server room, the one that would happily take the blame if he were to get caught. Of course she wasn't aware of the other 'guests' within, but he would overcome that little problem as soon as he found about it. Quickly the infochant crossed the room, watching as the drunk woman made it to the doors of the server room. She didn't wait for him, in fact, she pushed to make a grand entrance to her newly found love den.

Her fingers wrapped around the door, and with one quick strong stride she threw it open.

The heavy wood swung into the room, flying on it's hinges and stopping only when it slammed right into dear Larry's face.

There was a loud smack and then a thud as Larry collapsed onto the floor unconscious.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

A poor little moan left Larry's messed up mouth as he sank to the floor, blood spurting quite freely around his face within the shadow of the door. Capped head looked up. Brown contacted-eyes widened beneath glass lenses as some very intoxicated woman waltzed in.

#senator'smistress???

The slicer considered staying where she was, scrunching in the corner. The woman was so wasted #crunk, there was a good chance she wouldn't notice anything except...some fancy-pants dude meandered into the room not too close behind. Brown eyes widened further.

Uggh, a make-out session.

#totesawkward

The geek squad girl finally found her voice. "Umm, excuse me? But I think you two are in the wrong room. This is a security area." She would totally use what little authority she had. Duh. Brown eyes flitted back to the screens, she was already passed the first set of firewalls.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

For a moment he lit up, though that joy was quickly whipped away when the woman grabbed a hold of his lapels and dragged him closer. Her lips, wet and glossy came dangerously close to his own before he quickly turned his head to the side. Unabated, the woman sunk her ferocious mouth against his neck, leaving a bright red smack of lipstick there as she pressed herself against him and pushed him against the wall. There was a loud thud as the door slammed shut behind them, having been kicked by the woman.

"I...uh-" He was cut off by the sudden words that could have been spoken by a mouse.

His eyes grew almost to the size of saucers, though his companion didn't even seem to notice. She kept pressing herself against him, squishing her...jubblies against him until they almost threatened to consume him. Eventually he managed to blurt out. "We're not alone!"

The woman finally looked up, and then over towards Spark.

Immediately she narrowed her eyes, assessing the other woman. Her arms unlooped from Munin, who breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly the woman began to walk towards Spark. She walked like a predator, ready to pound on her prey in a moments notice. There was a fierce gaze in her eyes, as though she took Spark not as an innocent bystander, but competition.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

It's like they hadn't even heard her at all. Uggh and that chump guy. #whatatraitor

Index finger quickly locked the screens. It looked like this wasn't going to be a quick thing to handle. Fingers clearly meant for typing and not fighting slowly rose. Weight tipped forward to the toes of her converse-clad feet. She scooched back just a tad in the wheely-chair, keeping the desk and monitors between herself and the strange, drunk woman.

"Whoa, whoa. I'm just working here, ma'am. Feel free to make-out with him," chin tipped toward the man who didn't seem to want to be kissed. #neverkissed? "I will not disturb you two, at all. Promise."

Glasses were adjusted as brown eyes flickered to the man beyond the predatory woman's shoulder. Uh, a little help here?

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"You wan him?"

The drunk woman made a gesture toward's Munin who simply raised his hands as though he were innocent in the entire endeavor. Of course, that wasn't entirely true since he had sent the woman to the backroom in the first place, but he hadn't meant for her to go to the server room so he felt like it wasn't his fault.

Entirely.

"YOU WAN' HIM?!"

The woman screamed, and Munin was sure that a moment later somebody would come bursting through the door to check on what was happening. Alas, the solid wood door and the thick concrete that had been used for insulating the server room offered too much protection from the womans screaming, and thus instead of having someone to help her, Spark instead had a belligerent, drunk, and slightly horny woman screeching at her face like a hawk.

Munin was about to open his mouth to try and help the poor girl out, but he was cut off by some unintelligible words that his drunken companion offered followed by a quick, and surprisingly agile pounce towards Spark.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

#lolwut

It was clear this other woman was too far gone. The slicer suspected drugs were also involved. Great, stuck in a room with two druggies.

With the woman's sudden speed and ferocity, Spark had to wonder if this woman was really a Sith Lord. Converse-clad feet quickly pushed off the ground and the wheely-chair went skittering and rolling across the room, her thin-digits clutching the bottom sides for the ride. Just in time. The crazed party guest kicked over a monitor and landed bunched up in the space
Spark #PennyLoo just vacated.

The other monitor, not broken yet, tipped haphazardly, then fell toward the horny woman's downed head. Spark grimaced. This was enough carnage for any technopath.

Those beautiful machines.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The computer went smashing down onto the woman with a very loud clattering smack. For a moment Munin might have thought that she was dead, but after a second it looked as though the woman was about to get back up. He made a slight hissing noise, too quiet for the blonde to hear, but after another second Mrs. Jubblies fell back onto the floor unconscious. The Information Broker waited for a moment, looking towards the door where an unconscious Larry lay, then back towards the Blonde.

It took him a moment to consider the situation.

He was in the serve room, there were not one, but two unconscious people, as well as a girl who he had no idea about. He frowned for a moment, quickly realizing that as soon as Larry and Mrs. Jubblies were discovered things were likely going to get very complicated. The frown grew larger as he realized that all of this had taken place within the Server room, the exact place that he was supposed to infiltrate quietly. Eventually a sigh escaped his lips, and in one smooth motion he drew a blaster from his finely tailored jacket.

The weapon had been hidden within lining of the coat, hidden so it wouldn't show against his chest.

Munin aimed the weapon at the girl and placed a finger to his lips. "Please stay where you are and keep your mouth shut."

What else was he going to do? Munin was no crack shot...in fact he'd only taken the blaster because Huginn had insisted on it, and well... it didn't even have a powerpack in it. Now seemed like the perfect time to use it though. The girl looked innocent enough, so it was best to scare her quiet, get the data, then get out.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

One threat transitioned onto another. Hands pried themselves off the grip from her wheely-chair. Thin-digits rose for the second time that night. Now would be a great time for Larry to wake up. #stopsleepingLarry!!

And what the heck? #parseltongue?

"Whoa, whoa. Listen dude. I don't want any trouble." Brown eyes flickered over to the terminal. Her blank datachit was there. Probably at 99%. This dude was ruining her style. #stillgotmyconverse

"What is your deal?"

He obviously had one. And he wasn't just another drugged-up guest. He was definitely here for something. And she didn't think it was the jubblies.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"I did say 'be quiet' didn't I?" Munin asked as he slowly wandered over towards the terminal and looked it over for any damage. It seemed that his horny assailant hadn't actually damaged anything about the console, just removed one of the screen and pulled some of the wires for it. He ran his fingers over the outside of it for a moment, inspecting everything when he spotted the datacard. He looked at it for a moment, then shrugged. His free hand pulled the card free, pocketing it without a second thought.

He didn't actually want what was on it, didn't even know what was actually, but he needed the slot.

From his other pocket Munin pulled out a datacard of his own, sliding it into the slot and using his one hand to quickly type on the keyboard. There was a half stutter as the system adjusted to the quick change, and then a quick flash of information. "Blah blah."

Munin said quietly to himself as he bypassed the error messages and used a pre-loaded program on the datacard to quickly slice through some of the admin permission sets on the terminal. He wasn't going to try and break any encryptions currently on the terminal, there was no point. Doing that would take days, possibly weeks, and would be more securely finished back at home anyway. Instead Munin simply made a flash copy of the servers current logic state.

Much faster.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Freckled-nose scrunched up. #rudemanwasrude Brown-eyes narrowed as he made his move. The data! What was he? A spy? A darknet slub? She didn't recognize him from anywhere. Could be an up and comer. Or just really good at being a ghost like she was.

Mind lurched forward and went to wrap around his blaster with some technometry. Half her concentration was there and the other half was on his datacard programming. If anything, she'd leave him with a little surprise on that if he got out and she never saw him again.

#tobeopenedatFestivusDay

The blaster? Well, if things went according to plan, he would suddenly find that powerpack getting hotter and hotter as her mind began to overload it. Pretty soon it would burn flesh and soon after that it just might explode.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He didn't feel it at first, it wasn't obvious.

After a moment however the heat became too much to ignore.

His fingers, wrapped around the weapon, slowly began to sweat. His palm became warmer and warmer, and then slowly he realized what was happening. A loud yelp escaped his lips as the powerpack within the weapon suddenly jumped several orders in temperature, actually leaving his skin slightly burned. He cursed, throwing the weapon across the room and towards the far wall. A second more passed, and then suddenly there was a loud POP.

Immediately Munin turned towards the door.

Again he expected a very large, very irate, pack of guards to burst through it and immediately come arrest him. After a solid minute however the guards did not show, and slowly Munin turned back towards the girl with a wondering expression on his face. "Gotta get a door like that."

The words were more to himself then to her. Immediately after the thought came however he was suddenly reminded of the elephant in the room. What the hell had happened to his blaster? Had it been the girl? Was she magic? He scowled at her, and quickly took half a step back. Powerpack simply didn't just overheat, especially out of the blue without ever being used, and she was the only other one in the room. Deductive reasoning told him she had something to do with it.

"Show me the device." Munin said, oblivious to the fact that he could no longer threaten her with a blaster.

Logic however stated that she had some sort of device that had overloaded his weapon however, perhaps an EMP of some sort.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She stood from the wheely-chair. Hands lowered. #nomoreblaster #takethatpunk!

"Okay," she grabbed her work satchel. Did she have any idea of what he was talking about? Kriff no. Did it matter? Kriff no. She was good at improvising. Glasses were adjusted.

"Give me the datacard in your pocket and I'll show you the device. I'll get fired if I don't return that back to headquarters." #liesliesLIES.

"Deal?"

Larry the butler was still out. Door was still intact. She had to give this dude some props though, because she agreed with him on one thing. That was a pretty sweet door and she wanted one, too.

Hat was adjusted over her brown-haired head.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"No." He said sternly, his voice unwavering like a boyfriend telling his girlfriend they weren't going to Jared's. "Give me the device first, then you get the datacard."

Probably not.

He hadn't been interested in the datacard at all before, but the fact that she wanted it back made Munin's instinct spike. He didn't know whether it contained any secret information or not, but if this belonged to a big corporation, and said corporation left it's systems unsecured, then he could use this datacard to slice into their network. It would mean a big pay day down the road, especially since most companies didn't even take the most basic security steps nowadays.

"Otherwise how do I even know you've got it?" Solid reasoning.

Negotiation was what Munin did for a living, or part of it. Clients were always trying to wiggle their way out of payment, it was one of the most annoying aspects about being an information Broker. Everyone was happy to call you up when they needed something, but when it was time to pay the bills? Nope.

Bastards.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

#pfffffffft

"How do I even know you'll give me the data card back if I show you? No way."

Hands fell to her hips and she tried to stretch to the full height her skinny and bony form would allow. Brown-eyes glared. "How about...a compromise?"

She looked around. "I don't want to be here when they wake up OR when security comes. Cause they'll be eventfully coming. And maybe soon."

#duh

"Why don't we leave? Together. Then we can continue...discussions. Deal?"

Or, she could just force smack him around the room until he joined Larry and the diva and take what she wanted. But right now, she was more curious about him. Who he worked for. And who he really was. But that option wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.

The smack down may yet come.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Oh?

She didn't want to be caught by security? Now that was interesting. Why wouldn't she want security to find her? She was supposed to be here. A small smile crept on his lips, and uncontrollable smugness that floated across his face as he quickly put two and two together. Could she be another Slicer? Someone like him who was only using the party as a cover to get into the Senator's systems? That would make the most sense, and it made even more sense given that she was trying to desperately to get the datacard back.

That just meant...

"Together?" He began, the smile still on his face. "Can't do that. I couldn't be seen with a commoner like you."

That was ironic coming from him. Munin was an orphan, one that had never even been adopted once. The only family he'd ever known had been Huginn, and she like him had been an Orphan. Both of them were the lowest class of citizen, having grown up with not a single possession and barely an identity. For all he knew the name that had been given to him at the orphanage hadn't even been his own. "I have another idea. You give me the device. I leave the datacard on the floor and leave."

He paused a moment then stepped closer to the door.

"Then you can leave after me." Munin smiled at her, glancing quickly towards Larry and Mrs Jubblies.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

#smackthatsmuggrinoffyoface

Gangly-form matched his steps toward the door, though keeping the width of the room between them. A dyed-brown brow lofted. Spark wasn't really uppity so the commoner remark didn't really phase her. It was just #rude.

"Okay, I'll give you the device. But we're trading at the same time. On three." Hand fished in her bag. She just hoped....yup, there it was. It was a D-Class 98271 decoder. The model was super old. She was betting even if he was some kind of slicer, he wouldn't recognize this one.

#hoping

Until it was too late. Keeping her hand in the bag, she flashed the tip of the device into the open and stepped closer. Closer. Closer.

"One...two..."