Console Cowgirl
M's voice cut clear through the cell, "Consider, for a moment, the gravity of your demands." Her eyes drifted to Hacks, then settled on Auteme, "How trading lives works. Is the expensive loyalty of a prisoner of war worth the cost." A silence followed, Hacks unaware of the influence Auteme projected in the Force.
Hacks filled the silence, her plastic eyes narrowed on M, "Don't underestimate me. How many lives were lost on Ilum just because I changed a few lines of code on your battlenet? I can do the same to your enemies. There's a reason only the elite can afford me." She would have crossed her broken arms against her chest in defiance if she could, but the act would have clearly been nothing more than arrogance.
Auteme interjected, "Hacks, I could make you rich enough to make Aerarii Tithe blush. But that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what you'd do with it.. Because credits are just a means. However, I tend to believe that people aren't. Otherwise -- well, I'd be in a much easier conversation, I think, asking Darkwire, or the corpos, or the Hutts, how much they'd give me for you." She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her chin. "Wonder if they have any good slicers."
Hacks scoffed at the thought of decent slicers, she stuck a gnarled metal thumb against her chest, "Darkwire lost their only good slicer when I ditched those brats. Corporate NetSec are no better than the digital version of a mall cop, and the Hutts, I'd be surprised if any of their goons even know how to use a keypad."
Johnny came to mind, but she considered the boy green, he had a few years ahead of him if he wanted to catch up. Dedata was no threat, she hardly surfed the incalculable highways of the Net these days.
"What I do with the creds ain't your business," she put it bluntly, "I do a job, you pay me, that's it, I'm not a lapdog for no one." In truth her creds fell out of her pockets faster than she cared to admit, spent on copious amounts of spice, the latest chrome, high-tech weapons and computer parts. In that moment a thought sparked. The Alliance had resources no other could compare, the question was if they were willing, "Drop the two Jedi from that payment, and give me a quantum computer and I'll count that good enough."
Hacks filled the silence, her plastic eyes narrowed on M, "Don't underestimate me. How many lives were lost on Ilum just because I changed a few lines of code on your battlenet? I can do the same to your enemies. There's a reason only the elite can afford me." She would have crossed her broken arms against her chest in defiance if she could, but the act would have clearly been nothing more than arrogance.
Auteme interjected, "Hacks, I could make you rich enough to make Aerarii Tithe blush. But that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what you'd do with it.. Because credits are just a means. However, I tend to believe that people aren't. Otherwise -- well, I'd be in a much easier conversation, I think, asking Darkwire, or the corpos, or the Hutts, how much they'd give me for you." She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her chin. "Wonder if they have any good slicers."
Hacks scoffed at the thought of decent slicers, she stuck a gnarled metal thumb against her chest, "Darkwire lost their only good slicer when I ditched those brats. Corporate NetSec are no better than the digital version of a mall cop, and the Hutts, I'd be surprised if any of their goons even know how to use a keypad."
Johnny came to mind, but she considered the boy green, he had a few years ahead of him if he wanted to catch up. Dedata was no threat, she hardly surfed the incalculable highways of the Net these days.
"What I do with the creds ain't your business," she put it bluntly, "I do a job, you pay me, that's it, I'm not a lapdog for no one." In truth her creds fell out of her pockets faster than she cared to admit, spent on copious amounts of spice, the latest chrome, high-tech weapons and computer parts. In that moment a thought sparked. The Alliance had resources no other could compare, the question was if they were willing, "Drop the two Jedi from that payment, and give me a quantum computer and I'll count that good enough."