Trust in Me
The after-action report submitted by The New Jedi Order's Kyell Laysel and Miri Nimdok was comprehensive. It was frustrating, however, that it was The Jedi who ultimately made it possible for the renegade slicer, and founder of Darkwire, to end up imprisoned by The Alliance.
Deciding where to place the elusive code maestro had been a brief discussion amongst M's senior agents. At first, they'd thought the bodiless bionic would do just fine sitting in a low-tech facility. Isolated. Belatedly, however, they'd reasoned that this was the mastermind who'd broken through The Senate's firewalls and haughtily broadcast themselves for all to see. If anyone were to find gaps in their security, it would be this prisoner. Even if they were severely misrepresented and damaged.
Thusly, Hacks found themselves in the most restricted of cells. Clean, white lines and entirely soundless. No white noise from the ventilation system, soft whirring machines, or even anything that passed by the door. It was eerily tranquil.
Until the director's approaching steps echoed soft clicks down the hallway, and her blue silhouette positioned itself on the other side of the perfectly quiet energy door.
"Hello Hacks." M chose by way of greeting and offered a mirthless smile to the shape in the cell.
"You've had a bone to pick with The Alliance for a long time." There was a quiet hunger that growled beneath her chest, rumbling at the base of her ribs. Someone of Hacks' calibre would be an incredible asset to The Alliance's cyber defences.
It was a shame that history suggested such a union would be impossible. M would be a fool to give the contractor any access to anything restricted.
But that didn't mean she couldn't decode other mysteries.
"I'm eager to hear your side of Ilum. What brought you there, and how you ended up here."
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