Log:Perlemian Rangers: Data Raid
Data Raid
Location: Lantilles
Participants: Jinx, Callax Dalso
After telemetry data is secured and some leads investigated, the slaver transport /Rough Space/ that eluded the Rangers over Lantilles has been connected to a data nest on the planet. Callax and Jinx go to sneak into the place, and try and get data that will point them in the direction of the ship and the slavers that fly it.
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TERATHA WARD - LANTILLES - 02:42:12
Callax is pretty much on the dot when it comes to recouping the escaped slavers: landing on Lantilles in the /Terecon/ with a hold full of household freight, Callax and Jinx arrive in the local cargo port. It doesn't take long before Callax directs them to a dive bar twenty levels down in one of the industrial towers nearby, to a place called Blaavik's. After a meeting with a particularly unlovely gentleman served by a pair of revived Decraniated - preserved after all this time, obscene as they may be - Callax hands cash over for location of a data den in a tower on the other end of the district. This tower, known as Favorsez's Needle, is an old construction, durasteel all the way down; once it was kind of all-you-need foundry setup, from ore refinery to smelters and packaging, but now it's largely either empty or full of squatters. Flying a rented airspeeder, the two arrive at a small, abandoned garage not far from the den, which is in the territory of one of the local gangs. Fun stuff.
"So," Callax says, climbing out of the speeder - dressed in sealed armor but draped from head to toe in a black fabric cloak, their hair is tucked under a forage cap for now. "That was horrible. But we're here."
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Jinx burbles in agreement, tilting her dome as she looks around alertly She doesn't seem to greatly enjoy the sort of places Callax is taking her, but she's here, still clinging to his shoulder as they move along. She expects there's a good reason, after all.
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Not that Callax seems terribly thrilled to be here either. Strapping on an opaque breath mask to better cover their face, Callax heads down the way with teh droid in tow, avoiding a group of tough-looking bastards and ducking under a set of rusted awnings to make their way into the tower. After descending a couple flights of stairs, the two emerge into the interior of the building level as indicated by said unlovely bastard from before - which has been turned into a kind of open-air market. A dark little festival it is, with old storefronts now turned into little barsa or restaurants, or carrying quite a different class of merchandise than what they long ago were intended for; stalls are strewn about the floor, and the remaining space is fairly packed with a wide variety of beings. A rough crowd, and Callax moves swiftly to get through it, shouldering through those folks without real incident by virtue of their agility.
"Right," Callax says as they approach a cluster of storefronts in one corner of this underground 'mall', "I'm going to duck into this bar ahead. Before I do, I'm going to slip you into the waste duct - you'll need to go to the floor above and access the den. I want any records connected to that transport: who owns it, where it operates from, who buys from them. Whatever you can dig up. Then format the data units. Are we clear?"
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The little droid clings close to Callax to avoid being knocked off his shoulder by one of said rough types, her dome rotating to face Callax as he addresses her, then chirps in acknowledgement, nodding her dome slightly as she straightens up where she's riding, ready to go.
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Passing toward the absolute dank cavern of a tapcaf, Callax pauses by the aforementioned waste receptacle - shaded in the darkness of a stack of boxes, the Commander's shape seems to melt into the dark, the telltale hum of some kind of power feed can be heard, a subtle spike of energy detected. The waste cover is pulled open, and Callax murmurs, "Go."
Inside, the waste of a thousand years or more has long ago rotten and turned to dust; no slime here, just a lot of mold from a hundred worlds and the long-ago traces of disntegration. Once Jinx in inside they close the hatch, leaving the little droid in darkness - and an ascent to make.
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Jinx silent ascends, relying on her repulsorlift to do so quietly, rather than using her manipulators to spider climb up the duct, occasionally pausing to orient herself, then finally arrives at the maintenance hatch for the duct on the right level. She floats up, latching on to the panel as she extends a probe to link into the system and override its lock, before floating quietly out as it opens.
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The hatch unseals, leading to a corridor inside an ancient hotel block; power cables and data lines snake everywhere, and it appears that - at least here - security is light to nonexistent. Tracking the lay of the data lines, as well as their concentration, it appears a room at the end of the hall is where they all lead, socketed into various passthroughs on the walls to get inside.
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Jinx drifts down to the door panel as she arrive, resting on it as she holds herself in place with her legs, her probe extending to start trying to override the door. It's a tough one. There's several negative bleeps as the surprisingly robust security system rejects her attempts, causing her to swivel her dome to watch the corridor with one of her optics as she steadily, patiently works. Until the door pops open and slides to the side so she can slip in.
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The room beyond is actually a combination of multiple apartments, possibly a quarter of the floor. Walls knocked down and supports put up, computer data cores and a battery of terminals are set up within - flashing lights in tall, crenular blocks packed with machinery, obselisks of information. The door hisses open quietly enough as to not get the attention of the Gamorrean sitting nearby on a large chair, apparently standing guarad - or dozing, currently, even with the cool air within. One of the terminals is the most obvious way of getting information, though they're right in sight of the guard (and his very large axe.) Or, the data cores could also be accessed directly, but that could take time that Jinx may or may not have. What path will the little spy machine take?
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Near silently the small recon droid slips to the other side of the room then dips down out of sight behind the computer equipment, looking for a suitable link in, then pausing to carefully remove a maintenance panel to jack directly into the datacores to start overriding their security.
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Searching through the data cores is an exhaustive process, even for a specialist unit such as Jinx - it's not that her technology is old, it's just that there's /so much/ contained inside the block. But with some digging, the name of Transport Reg. 33235-AB90-8517 is located - /Rough Space/, out of Ringo Vinda. No crew names are attached, but a sponsoring organization can be found: the Statzar Pirate Brotherhood. Unfortunately, short of that and a lot of deliveries made by the /Rough Space/ across several years to Lantilles, not much else is found. The data's just too concentrated to be easily picked through without being there all night.
And 'all night' is not what Jinx has; behind her, by the door, the guard has begin to snort and stir...
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Jinx's dome rotates at the sound, glancing over as she humms to herself, then withdraws her computer probe, then makes for the door, staying low this time to keep out of the guard's sight if possible and make it back outside.
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And then, as if invoked by droidish willpower alone, the guard goes back to sleep.
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As the guard returns to his slumbers, the floating droid hesitates, then flies back behind the equipment, carefully starting to remove several other maintenance panels, then shorts out the interlocks that prevent too much power running through the systems, before moving over to link back into the network. This time, she sets the CPU cycles to maximum, before disabling the cooling systems. That done, she zips back towards the door, eager to get back out before everything goes boom!
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Hear that? The sudden, meteoric whine of twelve high-capacity data cores kicking into overload, all at once? That's the calling card of Jinx's work, and it will go incendiary within minutes. Time to go.
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Jinx zips along the floor then around the doorframe, pausing to tap the button to close the door, then accelerates back into the duct she emerged from, resealing it, then dropping down the duct at a high rate of speed to get back to the base where she pops out once more after cautiously peeking out to make sure no random guard is waiting for her.
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Down the waste chute and out into the street, where Callax is waiting in the dark - hard to see even with Jinx's enhanced senses, the stealth field generators built into their armor do the job well. A nod to the little droid after briefly enquiring as to success, and away they go.
They're halfway across the market when the alarms go off behind them. But they do not stop, not until they are back up at the spaceport and off into space. It is only then when Callax looks over at their fellow Ranger and says, "Brief me."
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