'Hack successful...downloading data. Transferring data...initiating virus.'
13 blinked at this any typed a few buttons onto his hacking device. Leave it to the fringe to provide him with state of the art tech...13 have infiltrated the ship as a stormtrooper working in the central computer room. Aside from the cockpit, the middle of the sip is where the hard drives to most of their systems where. And the illusive assassin had full access to this area of the ship with no disturbance. His fellow 'workers' where busy in their commons playing cards and watching TV. While 13 supposedly was off doing his 'Patrol.' It was good...the whole floor was like a giant maze numbered 1-100. Each row stretching over half the ship. 13 was somewhere within the 40-50 range. Out of sight thus out of mind. He had also taken the liberty of disabling the cameras and most of the alarm systems as he downloaded most of the ships system and combat information. This would prove useful to the fringe...or the OP. Whoever wanted it more at this point. Checking behind him saw no one was around as normal as the green bar on his hacker went up. 50%. This would do. Once the downloading was done it would automatically upload the data to 13's phone and then put a virus in place. This virus would scramble the whole ship and disable systems all over it. Communications, electricity, everything would go wonky. And it would scuttle the ship.
Taking very careful movements 13 moved the hacking device that was about the size of a walkie talkie and hit it inside of the computer it was attached too. It could finish its job in peace this way. Standing up and putting his helmet back on 13 picked up his rifle and started to walk back to the commons to join his so called brothers. When he got back he saw that they where all throwing there arms around erratically as another one pulled all the chips to him. Apparently...someone won a game of poker. 13 narrowed his eyes from behind the visor and watched as one of them spoke to him.
"A back already Foster? How was it?" He said mockingly. 13 replied blankly.
"All clear."
"Yeah, just like the last twenty times you checked. No one ever comes down here." Another chimed in, taking a swig of some green drink.
"And thats why i love this job. Can sit around, drink, and play cards. Until the ship starts getting shot and then everyone's up working." The man holding all the poker chips boasted. Kicking his feet back on the table. 13 shook his head and walked over to the bathroom. He would wait about ten minutes there...thats how long it would take for the ship to shut down.
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Loran Nera
