1 Hat, 2 Hat, Black Hat, White Hat (Hacker, that is...)

[Jarven Zexxel]

He looked down at her bare feet and cocked an eyebrow before turning his head forward and leading the way.

"These vamblades are a part of my gauntlets, so there's some pulley action going on within it. Using vamblades without a gauntlet would utilize a thin, metal string. Blast knuckles are knuckles that explode with the force of a slugthrower upon punching contact. They require a hearty amount of stamina, strength, and guts to use and they have a recharge period. The guys and I would take empty metal crates up on a rooftop, slip on a pair of blast knuckles, and see how far we could punch them. We had a point system for whatever we hit on the way down."

They got off an elevator and walked out the front doors. Stepping onto the street, he couldn't help but notice that the sidewalks were dirty.

"So, what's [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] been up to lately?"

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Little Renesri hopped and skipped her way after Jarven. It wasn't meant to be cute, it was just part of being young. That fabled bounce in your step that seems to vanish somewhere around twenty five. The soft pads of her feet didn't make a sound as she trailed after her uncle, listening intently all the while.

"Can the vamblade be built into any gauntlet or do you have to special order them? Cause I definitely want one put in my armor! I don't really have the stamina for blast knuckles by the sound of it."

They stepped off the elevator and out onto the street. Ren didn't pause or even seem to notice the sidewalks, she just followed after Jarven. Watching him and smiling. His own keen observational skills wouldn't miss that from time to time Ren swept her gaze across the rooftops and streets around them. Ever the scout sniper despite her formal attire.

"No one really knows what ladt Zenva is doing. Ever since that meeting with the new president she has been locked up in her quarters on the Crimson Hunter. She makes a lot of calls and yells and breaks things. Foebacca says she took what Cryax did personally. Like a blow to her ego, you know?"

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[Jarven Zexxel]

"There are gauntlet vamblades, which cost more, and regular vamblades. You might be able to get different kinds of blades as well; like a stiletto blade."

"It hurt when Cryax just cut and ran from the Red Ravens, but it was more sad for me than anything. He was cool, but we were never close."

Eventually, they would find themselves inside of the Synergy Bar.

When they sat down, he looked at Renesri and said, "Alright. This place has free wifi, but, of course, it's not secure. However, not many people care in this day and age. So, we can use that to our advantage. Look around, Ren, and tell me what the first thing you should do is..."

Jarven leaned back and looked at the drinks list.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Ren laughed softly, and for an instant she sounded like an innocent. Young, carefree and full of energy. Then she spoke, "A stiletto would be awesome. Slip right between the ribs and watch 'em drown in their own blood. I'm definitely going to have to get a stiletto vamblade."

As the pair made their way up to the entrance of the bar Ren stopped to put her shoes back on. She ruffled her hair with one hand and made sure her dark curls framed her face, a flattering look to be sure. "I only ever meet Cryax once at this party on Nar Shaddaa. He was surrounded by people and bodyguards and such. When he saw lady Zenva he pushed free of everyone just so he could greet her. I mean like kissed her cheek and everything. Made room for her to sit with him. It was crazy. I've never seen anyone kiss her before and I thought for sure she was going to bust him in the teeth. But ... I shouldn't be talking about that since I don't know how close they were or if he was just that kinda person, you know?"

Little Renesri blushed, embarrassed by her own ramblings. Falling in beside her uncle the two entered the bar and soon had a table to themselves. So looked about, as instructed and thought about her answer for about half a second. "Blend. That's first. So you should get me a drink. Something with rum or whiskey." The last was said in a syrupy sweet voice.

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[Jarven Zexxel]

[SIZE=9pt] Jarven let out a short, yet hearty, laugh. He got up and walked over to the bar. "One glass of rum, one glass of whiskey, one large empty glass, and some hard lemonade, please." he told the bartender. He received the tray with his order and he paid the bartender. Walking back to the table, he put the large, empty glass, the whiskey, and the rum in front of Ren and he took the lemonade for himself.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt] He laughed softly a couple of times and beamed a broad smile at his favorite niece, Ren. "Ha ha! So, Ren..." he kept the smile on his face, but he was going to talk business as he kept his gaze on her while talking. "...you've got a young rodian shister in the corner constantly checking his phone, an old politician having dinner by himself, and a garishly dressed Bith with a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. But, that's only the people you can see from here. When you enter the world of hacking, nearly everything electronic can expand your world beyond what you can see. How is your drink? I thought you'd be the best person to know the proper mix of rum and whiskey. That is, if you're feeling adventurous."[/SIZE]
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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Ren picked up the glass of whiskey, downing a mouthful without so much as a grimace, and turned her attention to the bar room. Her gaze darted to and fro, taking in each target Jarven picked out. "Lady Zenva would tell us to avoid the politician, to many things can go wrong when governments become involved. So I guess we should try to find out if that briefcase is a one time deal or a regular shipment first. Right?"

Little Renesri set her datapad out in front of her, her eyes shifted to her uncle. A mix of nervousness and hope on her cherub face. Gods above she wanted to impress the Gank. Her expression suddenly turned fearful, "Wait! We don't know when that guy will get his call."

The youth's fingers started flying across the display of her datapad, editing lines of code as quickly as she could. "If I set up a comm tap now and implant his system with it, I won't have to scramble for it later."

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[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven kept smiling to keep up his facade, but he was beaming on the inside. Ren was making him proud, but he wanted to see all that she could achieve before complimenting her. You can't let pride get into a kid's head...kid...kid....Technically, Ren was just a kid. I mean, she's pretty much an adult, but she was still SO YOUNG. Jarven cleared his mind and focused on the lesson at hand.

What was something you could do to deflect attention? Make the environment more distracting. Still smiling, he focused on his commputer and tried to link up with the PDA system. It took some time, sure, but it wasn't hard to match the beam transmission that a remote could utilize to wirelessly control the system. He raised the volume by 20% and the bass by 38%. All in all, a better party mix albeit a distracting one. This was either going to cause people to complain to the owner or focus more on the music. Either way, attention was less likely to fall on the admittedly odd pair, a Zabrak and a Gank.

He took a white packet out of his pocket, opened it, slipped the pill out, and put the garbage in his pocket. He tossed the pill into the back of his mouth and downed it with his drink. That should keep him stable while he was out with family.

"Make sure you don't trip safeguards, Ren. The last thing you need is for that Bith to pull out a holdout blaster and fire erratically at shadows and people. We don't know this person, so he might panic if he's alerted."

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

The ambience of the room shifted subtly, the music becoming more pronounced and with it little Ren's attitude shifted. The fever pitch pace she had slowed, her ridged posture relaxing. One toe started tapping in time with the base as her fingers danced across the display of her datapad. She was done before the song finished, sliding her work in front of Jarven for him to inspect. "It's the same program I used when I hacked your implant by accident. I modified it to record instead of transmit. It should install like his comm is getting a company update and send back a recording of all his conversations once active. As long as he lets his comm update, I get everything and it shouldn't set off any kind of alarms. Well unless he's a programmer, I mean."

Renesri flashed her infectious little smile as she looked up at her uncle. Her work was solid, not advanced or even elaborate but, it would work as long as the target didn't catch on to how the virus was going to infiltrate his comm.

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And the smile was, indeed, infectious. He smiled as he looked down at her work, proud of his little hacker. "That was a wise avenue to take, Ren. Too many people in the galaxy these days are foregoing security for convenience. Most people won't think twice about an update. However..." he steepled his fingers and looked her in the eyes, semi- serious, semi-caring. "...in what way are you getting that recorded data back to you? Continuous update stream? Timed packet launch?"

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Ren opened her mouth to reply and abruptly closed it again. Her gaze grow distant as she thought over her program. When she finally spoke her voice was low and held all the venom one came to expect from the ladies of clan Vrotoa, "Kark me. I didn't change that. It's still just a comms tap so it's a constant stream as I listen to the recording."

She snatched her datapad back from her uncle. For a few moments she scrolled through the program, her heel bouncing in agitation and her serrated teeth clamped on her lower lip as she worked. Something of a growl bubbled up from the small Zabrak as she turned back to Jarven. "Ok. I don't know how to make it send a data burst. Am I using the wrong kind of program or I'm I not looking in the right place?"

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[Jarven Zexxel]

In the world of hacking, you just never quite knew what could go wrong. You don't always know how big of a fish you're trying to take on or what you're up against, especially when you crap together an improvised plan at the last minute. Some times, you won't know what's gone wrong or why, but it's going to bite you for intruding. In this case, a small alarm went off on the briefcase man's wrist watch. His eyes looked around wildly at who could possibly be hacking him. Jarven panicked and stood up quickly, but he soon realized that this was folly.

The briefcase man raised a pipe that slid out of his arm sleeve and shot off a dart. It was aimed at Jarven, but Jarven could see that it would miss and hit Ren. He quickly flicked his hand out in front of her face and took the dart straight to his palm. Wincing with pain and quickly losing consciousness, he said, "I'll be fine Too much to drink Going down for real Catch that slimy for me Uggh...." and with that, he crumpled to his seat and onto the floor, fast asleep.

The ball was in Ren's court, now. The briefcase man ran towards the back of the club, trying to rush onto the stage and get to the emergency exit back there. He stumbled and tripped because of a bad jump and he was temporarily slowed before he kept running onto the stage and towards the back, where he'd flounder through costume racks and makeup stands before he could reach the exit.

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(Wow, sorry. 9-10 days.)

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Everything changed in an instant of chaos. [member="Jarven Zexxel"] jumped out of his seat, his hand appearing before Ren's face quite suddenly. The Gank pulled his hand back with a grunt of pain and started to sink to the floor. He spoke but Ren had stopped listening. She was on her feet in a flash, eyes tracking the chit sucker that had dared to assault her clansman. The man with the briefcase was already running for the stage, a long way to go for a full grown man.

Little Renesri spared one last glance for her uncle, sleeping or dying. Sleeping or dying?! She prayed to every god she knew it was sleeping as she took the first step in pursuit of the assailant. By the third stride her shoes were gone, no point in breaking her ankle chasing the man. Her target lept onto the stage, Ren close behind. Sliding onto the stage after him, Ren kicked at his trailing foot; a near miss.

He was up and moving again, throwing costume racks and gallons of beauty supplies around as he moved. Renesri scrambled after him, jostling against objects as she went. She collided with one rack particularly painfully, her dress shirt catching and ripping as she pushed past. The man slammed into the emergency exit, Renesri breathing down his neck, and as she cleared the door she ripped her shirt off completely.

There are two kinds of people in the galaxy, only two. Those that observe and process information to reach a logical decision about how they should interact with their surroundings. Then there are people like the man with the briefcase who, quite foolishly, see a man and a young woman at a table and decide attacking the man is in their best interests. Morons.

Renesri's shirt fell away in tatters, beneath lay an armorweave skin and a pair of shoulder rigs. BTI-CRs lay strapped to the young woman's torso, primed, loaded and ready to reek havoc. Clear of innocent bystanders, Ren pulled her first blaster free of it's holster. She came to an abrupt stop, leveled the blaster at the man and squeezed the trigger. A two second chatter of bolts ripped through the back alley aimed at the man's feet and calves.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

The briefcase man wasn't some spec ops merc Bith himself, but he was a scoundrel with a few tricks up his sleeve. He himself had an armor underweave on. The shots mostly hit, shredded his clothing, and caused him to fall. However, as he was falling, a blaster shot ripped through a small satchel of his and exploded a smoke grenade. The alley quickly filled with smoke and the briefcase man scrambled to his feet and staggered out of the mouth of the alleyway, coughing loudly. Nearby was a taxi stand with a small amount of people milling about this particular area at this time of day.

One taxi had its side door open and a tourist was loading his bags into the trunk. Briefcase man stumbled to the open door, fell, and tried to crawl inside of the taxi, urging the confused and indignant taxi driver to "get going" in his native Bith tongue. The briefcase bumped, dragged, and jolted across many surfaces during this fiasco, so whatever was inside must have been sturdy and well secured.

Jarven lay under the table, snoring loudly. His left leg would kick sometimes and his left hand would paw at the ground, as though he was chasing something in his sleep.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Little Ren spat a curse in her mother tongue, gulped down a deep breath and dashed through the cloud of smoke. Emerging on the other side, eyes stinging, lungs burning with the desire for fresh air, Ren came to a holt. Her gaze swept the street, her blaster low at her side in a solid two handed grip. Only once she was certain she was clear of the smoke did she breath again, dragging rapid breaths in. There! She rushed forward again, her target stumbled against a taxi ranting and raving in a tongue the young woman didn't know. From the look on the driver's face, it was a language not many spoke. Renesri didn't take the time to think about it though. With all the adrenaline surging through her, powered by dual hearts, the girl couldn't tell the difference between Bith and Bothan at the moment. Only two things existed for her, the target and stopping him now before he got away with harming her uncle.

She charged through a gap in the crowd, the soft pads of her feet inaudible among the city's sounds. In the instant before colliding with her target, Ren drew back her arms and swung with every ounce of strength she could muster. The barrel and body of her assault blaster aimed at the back of the Bith's head.

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In a moment of brutal violence, the fleshy, bald head of the Bith dented in and burst like a rotten watermelon, green blood spraying onto Ren. The taxi driver panicked and ran out into the street to preserve his life. Ironically, he was then hit by a passing speeder which then caused a 3 speeder pile-up. At the time of the Bith's gory wound, a rich man carrying some shopping bags and talking on the phone looked in horror and shock as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. His mouth dropping, he yelled out, "Holy---" and said something else while he turned and bolted down the sidewalk.

Most of the attention was on the traffic accident. Besides, the rich man, Ren was the only one witness to the murder...so far.

Jarven groggily got off the floor and got in his seat. He looked down at his right hand and stared tiredly at the dart. He slowly pulled the dart out of his hand and dropped it to the ground. He sniffed once and then tried to pick up his drink. He got one tiny sip before spilling some of it on himself and dropping the rest to the ground. Giving off an exasperated sigh, he slumped in his chair and stared lethargically at the wall.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Blood splashed across Ren, the speeder, the sidewalk, pretty much everything for a solid meter. Renesri stared, mouth agape, at the ruined cranium of the Bith. What the frell just happened? Was that supposed to happen? Before the youth had a chance to voice her disbelief the taxi driver run into the street screaming. Panic insued amongst the crowd as multiple speeders crashed, a taxi driver's body lost in the carnage.

Renesri started hyperventilating, the panicked populous influencing her reactions. Time to leave! Ren dropped to one knee beside the body of the Bith, blaster held in a white knuckled grip. She fumbled with the man's arms, pulling the briefcase out from under him. Her heel came down on his arm, holding it in place, and she opened up with her blaster. Shots chattered and the handcuff links were ripped apart.

Little Ren snatched up the briefcase and took off at a sprint, her head low. She dipped back into the alley she came out of quickly. Hands trembling, she pulled her comm from her pants pocket and called her uncle. "Please answer. Come on! Come on! Jarven?"

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There was ringing...somewhere. The chirp chirp of his comm was going off, but Jarven thought that it was some bird that needed to shut up. It kept dronimg on, much to his chagrin, until he realized that it was a call. He groggily pawed at the reception button until the call was accepted.

Jarven said in a slurred, drugged voice, "Jarven the elf. What's yer' fave'rit color?"

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Ren sighed, relief washed over her. Jarven was talking, like a moron but, talking nonetheless. He was alive and talking and gloriously alive; if slightly punch drunk from whatever had hit him. "Ok Jarven I really need you to focus. It Renesri. I need help. Everything went to chit. I need you to come out the emergency exit behind the stage. Like right now. Okay?"

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[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven's eyelids flared open with the sudden amount of importance coming through his comm. "Okay, k! Comin'!...comin'...."

Jarven forced himself out of his seat and started waving his arms and legs around. It looked purely idiotic for onlookers, but it helped to work the drug through his system and disperse it faster. He was still groggy as he bumped into tables on his way back. He crawled onto the stage and crawled to into the backstage. He climbed over dumped theatrical supplies, mirrors, and clothing and eventually found the emergency exit. Oddly enough, the alarm wasn't going off even though the red warning sign claimed that it would.

That was business for you. Cutting corners for that profit. He took the time to stand up and he made sure that he was firmly on both feet, both hands out ready to grab the door bar. He then walked forward, put both hands on the bar, and pushed it open. He walked out and he saw Ren covered in alien blood.

"Ren!" he exclaimed, his hands out wide and a stupid smile plastered on his face. He realized that the door was now closing very fast and it would lock them out if he didn't keep it open. His hand instinctively went out to stop the door, so it got slammed hard by the door. The door was now still open and instead of crying out in pain, as would be the normal response, he simply turned back to Ren, grinned like an idiot, and said, "Ow..."

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Renesri Aylia

Ren's face lit up when Jarven opened the back door to the cantina. Briefcase in one hand, blaster low at her side, Renesri jogged toward her uncle. Tears of relief welled in her vivid purple eyes, "Jarven thank the gods your alright. I don't... Door! Door! Do..." She winced as the emergency door closed with Jarven's hand in the door frame. "Ooooh. That sucked."

Closing the gap between them, Ren slid her blaster away and pulled the door open with her free hand. "In now. We can't go out that way."

She pushed her way inside, dragging Jarven in with her. Renesri shoved the briefcase into her uncle's arm and immediately started rummaging through the clothing on the floor. "I don't know what happened. I didn't actually mean to kill him okay. I just kinda hit him and his head popped like a rotten fruit. Fruit do that, right? Anyway I need a new shirt and then we need to get gone, quickly."

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