Money for Nothing, Chiss for Free [Cyberattack on the Red Ravens]

[Beowoof]

In a flash, Nar Shaddaa had gone from a mostly criminal entertainment moon to a completely criminal entertainment moon. That did not really affect too many people, to be honest, but Nozomi was not exactly enthused to find the Red Ravens in charge.

However, when crime is legal, so are a lot of other things--like hacking and cracking. Imagine her, a Black Hat! She was going to have some fun today and test how far she could go with her little skills. Supposedly Mister Raven himself was the most amazing slicer this side of the galaxy, but that would soon be up for debate if she had anything to say about it.

No one cared about her little hideaway in a ventilation maintenance room. No one ever bothered to come to this rusty 'side of the tracks', and no one ever suspected a slicer. Until they did. She might have a field day.

Muttering to herself, Nozomi checked to make sure that all her relays in place around the Promenade were active and responding. It had been a difficult task to sneak them into those places, but with all the confusion that was going on lately--what with the disappearance of millions and the subsequent gang takeover--it was a much easier task than it normally would have been. The Ravens had even conveniently cut off the security feeds for a brief duration before they took over, so by the time the cams were back online, the solo slicer had gotten most of her electronics prepped. It was rather unlikely that anyone had noticed her, and even more unlikely that she would be identified.

But she hoped to have the Ravens running in circles today. With her five linked datapads wired into a transmitter, "Zomi" readied her program that would flood the local Holonet with a recursive bit of code--one that would eventually clog the bandwidth, in the meantime distributing packets containing fractions of her own code. All of this would be relayed through her devices in the Promenade district, thereby preventing anyone from knowing where her physical location was for now.

The first hit would be against the banks. While the government could always 'make' more currency, violating their distribution provisions could very likely inflate the Raven Credit and endanger population loyalty.

long ftw = (streamline.findMaxValue(long))L;
squeakyWheel(tooBad, soSad, sol(ftw));

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

It had only been a few weeks since the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate had placed a stake in the Duracrete ground of the Smuggler's Moon, so they had a bit of work to do to ensure complete cyber security on the Nar Shaddaa networks they had seized. Who better to oversee the process than one of the most notorious slicers himself, Cryax Bane? An inevitable data breach was coming. It wasn't a matter of "if," it was a matter of "when." Therefore, the Chiss was constantly monitoring what was happening on all the networks in Red Ravens space. It was no surprise when the call came in from Acid, the teenaged Twi'lek slicing prodigy, her high-pitched squeak informing Bane of a large network breach, found by the intrusion detection system they had freshly installed.

Bane himself was in an unmarked space station over Nar Shaddaa, surrounded by a main frame where many of the Red Ravens anti-slicing safeguards would be installed. Taking a precursory look at the networks below, his glowing red eyes flashed quickly over the numbers and lines. It looked like a DDOS attack on a bank. Wait, two banks. Now three. He flicked the comm on his Datalogger and barked a command at his beleaguered Bothan assistant. "Frab, send a message to Eugene Leopold. See if he's anywhere near Nar Shaddaa space, and tell him we have a breach we need help with."

What a better time to try out his secret weapon, former Ravens enemy turned ally, Eugene Leopold. Eugene was most famous for his founding of Wookiee Leaks, but he happened to be an extraordinary slicer. Cryax was confident that he could stem the breach himself, but it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of backup just in case.

Fingers dancing quickly over the keys, Cryax began manually slicing into the network to see if he could suss out the intruder. There was a lot of noise on the network, but once he had cleared it away, he could see what the IDS had found in terms of a digital signature. Hopefully a name. Better yet, a location.

[member="Eugene Leopold"] [member="A Pimp Named Magoo"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Eugene was at the supermarket check-out line buying a six pack of the new Muja fruit flavored Fizzy-Bip when he got the message from Frab, Cryax Bane's assistant. After Cryax Bane had wiped out most of his Wookiee Leaks hard-drive a few months ago on Dilbana, Eugene retaliated with a cyber attack of his own to make the Dragon Palace Casino slot machines all at once pay out thousands and thousands of credits to the elation of surprised casino patrons. Instead of replacing his hard-drive and relevant files, Cryax was so impressed he offered the Wookiee Leaks founder a place on his roster of hackers and slicers.

Eugene happened to be on Dilbana but could easily take his personal freighter to Nar Shaddaa air space. He got Cryax's coordinates from Frab, grabbed the six pack of Fizzy Bib and made his way to his ship. He wondered what type of breach it was and if there were any juicy tidbits he could gleam from the breach that would just "coincidentally" end up on Wookiee Leaks.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Magoo]

Spoiler

[member="Eugene Leopold"][member="Cryax Bane"][member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"]

I am watchin my favorite sport, blasterball in the Swaggin Wagon. It is gettin a new paint job, on account of the fact that the radiation from Tatooine had really faded the green. I am bettin on the Wayland Wampas to win the galactic title, and I have 100,000 credits ridin on them. The game is close, 217-215 with the Wampas behind. The buzzer is about to run out as Gleeb Glarbu, the highest scorer for the Wampas throws up the ball to shoot. I lean forward in my whiphid fur cover seat, a bead of sweat drippin off my forehead and onto my Selkath skin shoes. The ball goes up.... and the holonet cuts out!

Now, I pay top dollar for my holonet experience. I don't mess around with them low-class packages, and I always have service. For my holonet to go down like that, well, something's up. Luckily, my tech expert Gracious Breeze is real good with the holonet. Sighing, I get up and grab my pimpcane as I stroll over to the tech center. Gracious Breeze is already standin, expectin me.

"What's wrong, Gracious Breeze. What in the name of the Pimp Lord did you do to my holonet woman?" I raise my hand, my pimp slap muscles working as I glare with the fire of a thousand suns at Gracious Breeze. "Nothing, daddy. I didn't do nothing!" she says. I strike quickly, a relatively light slap. "Woman, what did I say about using double negatives? You'll sound ignorant" I say. Of course, Gracious Breeze soundin ignorant is the least of my problems.

"I suspect that someone hacked into our holonet service. I saw a stray bit of code fly by the monitor. Looks like a DDOS attack," she says, rubbing her face a little. "DDOS? What the hell is a DDOS and why would anyone mess with me? I am A Pimp Named Magoo, for my sake. Nobody messes with A Pimp Named Magoo and lives to tell the tale. Contact Cryax Bane. He might know how to find our mystery man." I say. I know Cryax is on the planet still. A pimp always has good intel. I even found out his contact information, just in case I need a little bit of slicin done. I watch as Gracious Breeze tries to contact Cryax, my pimptacular rage barely concealed beneath my furs.

 

[Beowoof]

It seemed as if the anti-slicing posse was already digging through the noise, albeit a bit slowly for now. They would eventually break through her bandwidth clog, but she still had some time to do more damage.

Some of the money had gone into her own account, but it was a uniform number of credits with the rest of the amounts she had distributed to a hundred thousand other people. The Raven techs would be unable to delve through the myriad of financial records and figure out which of the thousands of accounts to freeze until it was too late.

One must never reach too far into the cookie jar, however, lest they get entrapped and caught. Zomi aborted the bank depletion and set three of her datapads to carry out a new hit: disrupting news feeds. Not much was actually going to be done here, but a message broadcast over all the local Holonet frequencies would unsettle the Raven leadership.

Dedicating her fourth datapad to producing a voice simulator that was synced with a recorded image of a local broadcaster, it relayed the feed through the three workhorse datapads, which shunted the message across the networks through her hack. "Cryax Bane has just declared his intent to finance a Benevolence Bureau and distribute cash to all citizens in need. Some of that cash will even come from his own personal account!" Of course, none of that was true, but it would serve as a ruse to divert the people trying to find her and get them to focus on protecting the Chiss leader's own funds. Nozomi had acquired no access to those, but the Ravens did not need to know that.

"I think we're making a breakthrough," the slicer trilled. "It's all comin' down on you.

"We're gonna be famous. Isn't that great?" she interrupted herself, talking to the ventilators. "I knew we could do it. We've got the brains!"

Her final datapad--the one she actually held in her lap as she sat crisscrossed on the duracrete floor--began to instantiate a new method of code, attempting to steal the identification addresses of the anti-slicers' computers and alternate using them as her own. While they were still busy trying to get through the clog, they would only see their attacker as one of their own until they were able to clear the clutter.

Anything to buy her time for another couple strikes.

double iHaveUNow = parseLong(ftw);
while(iHaveUNow > ftw / 2)
{
iHaveUNow = weml(ftw);
allIsLost(ftw, pwnd, trygain(gg(iHaveUNow)));
streamline.hub.mediaCore.out(allIsLost);
}

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Eugene Leopold"], [member="A Pimp Named Magoo"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"Request permission to board," said Eugene to the space station operator. After a check of his credentials he landed his ship into the small docking bay. Eugene was then escorted by a Raven bodyguard and taken into Cryax's personal CENTCOM. Eugene slowly walked around the room inspecting the mainframe. "Nice engine," he said, patting the wall o' computer hardware. "I hear you're having trouble with a an attack on some financial assets?"

A ping went off on his datapad. He dutifully checked it since he was always on alert for a government secret to come through the Wookiee Leaks secure hotlines at any moment. It was Tmoxin Temi, one of the Raven leaders and a cutie at that. Not as stunning as [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] but still. "Someone is slicing into one of my Nar Shaddaa private accounts. I want you to find the name or location of the hacker NOW." She wrote "now" in all caps he noticed. So angry.

He smirked and wrote back, "You got it, pretty baby birdie." Women loved it when you called them the pet names of helpless animals.

He cracked his knuckles, sat down and got to work. He immediately started looking for unprotected and insecure ports on Nar Shaddaa which wasn't too difficult. With the population density and amount of holonet traffic on the crime-ridden planet it was open season for all kinds of sketchy networks to slice into and he quickly found a way into the Raven's main holding bank. With a couple of keystrokes he completely disabled the accounts. And not just the Raven's accounts. All of the bank's accounts. And the bank's vault and the electricity and well, even the coffee machine. It was collateral damage right now which couldn't be helped. With some amusement, he checked the Nar Shaddaa stock market and noticed it beginning to drop. Investors had begun to panic as their assets became inaccessible.

Then Eugene continued slicing through another inadequately protected port since the bank was no longer online and followed the trail of code where it came from, looking for clues as to the origination of the hack. The slicing appeared to be coming from a broom closet somewhere on the Promenade. Maybe a casino storage area like the Golden Nautolan. Eugene stood up and circled the room with his arms out wide. "Read em and weep, Cryax. I just found our slicer." He quickly dashed off a message to Tmoxin Temi to let her know the whereabouts. His coordinates weren't exact but that was the best he could do without more detailed investigation.

[member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="A Pimp Named Magoo']

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin received the message from Eugene Leopold and immediately sent out another message to a recent contact:

//Incoming transmission...

To: [member="Auro Sebastian"]
From: Tmoxin Temi

Target is in the vicinity of the Promenade on Nar Shaddaa. Maybe in a storage area of a casino. The Golden Nautolan is one of the biggest so that's the best place to start. I'll send you more exact coordinates when I have them. Just make your way to the area. Target can be alive or dead. Payment is negotiable.

...end transmission///

She sat back in her favorite chair on The Sovereign Butterfly and sipped an excellent vintage of Corellian wine while she waited for a reply.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Nar'Shadda air base
Objective: Remove enemy slicer
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Eugene Leopold"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"]

Patricia wasn't by any means gifted with computers or the holonet. She never was and whenever she was talking to Cryax about he sounded like he drank a thesaurus for breakfast, so it normally went along the lines of him saying something smug then her saying something about him being a nerd and shutting up. But that being said there was something Patricia was good at, and it was finding enemy operatives and either removing them from the equation or making them talk.

"Go go go!" Patricia was wearing warden class body arm and shuffling a few men into a drop ship that was a solid forty miles away from the golden casino.

She loaded up on the ship and soon a few Dropships were moving above the city streets moving at fast speeds inbound to the enemy slicers position. Patricia raised up her communicator and opened up on her private channel to [member="Cryax Bane"]. And she said what any badass grizzled operator would of said.

"EEEEEEEPPP!! Cryax!! Jarven asked me to marry him!! I'm engaged!!" She almost squeaked at him

"Oh and we're also Inbound to take care of that problem." She said calmly then kept one hand attached the rail above.

 

[Auro Sebastian]

Even on Nar Shaddaa, a planet that he was no stranger to, Auro was as careful as he always was, which only attested to the type of work he took part in. Besides that, anyone that had a necessity for a man like Auro already knew him and how to get in touch, which was why he didn't show his face for even a moment on the streets. He was all too aware of the way things worked there in the Undercity of thieves and whores controlled by none other than the Hutt Cartel. Unfortunately for him, he had more enemies than he had allies...

The moment Auro heard the transition he stopped and propped himself up on the door frame of a dank bar of the 6th district, about five blocks from the The Golden Nautolan. There were only a few people meandering about the street, and no one who seemed to be interested in him at all, which was why he didn't hesitate to reply as he lifted his comm up to his mouth and spoke, his lips the only thing visible as he spoke soft words back to the voice on the other end as he opened up transmission.

-static-

"I don't negotiate before a job. You tell me a price and a name and I tell you if it's enough..."

-static-

His voice was deep and calm, expressing his confident nature that he'd always had. It was a necessity for a life taker and debt collector. There he waited for further instruction, however, his head shifting back as he glanced up, a pair of dark, golden brown eyes peering through the darkness of his hood as he carefully eyed a young woman passing him and entering the bar.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin strolled to the bridge of The Sovereign Butterfly and sat down besides her loyal captain who was a former Hapan Lieutenant. Through the commlink in the ship's console she heard the bounty hunter asking about payment.

She pressed a button to reply. "75,000 credits," she said. That was actually more than she originally wanted to offer but she didn't feel like negotiating and wanted that slicer off the streets or better yet, dead. The damage this individual or organization had caused was already in the hundreds of thousands. Tmoxin's Nar Shaddaa account in particular was where she was hiding profits from fixed sabaac games in the Golden Nautolan. "I don't have a name yet," she added with an edge in her voice. "Is that going to be a problem? I expect if I looked at your resume, it would read "expert in hunting sentient beings."

If he absolutely needed a name, then Tmoxin would need to wait for the creep-meister Eugene Leopold to get back to her.

[member="Auro Sebastian"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Eugene strutted around the room for a bit, savoring his victory. Then he started looking over Cryax's shoulder periodically. He kept a running commentary of backseat slicing.

"Oh don't do that."
"Here use this type pNode = ^Node; Node = record instead."
"Oh geez, that will never work Cryax."

Sometimes instead of talking he would merely look at the Chiss's code and give a derisive laugh. Finally he grew bored of taunting his Raven friend and he sat back down to continue slicing. He sought the slicer's handle next and wrote some code that would hopefully identify the Promenade location with the user:

class method ConsoleApp.Main;
begin
// findseekilllocateoriginator
Console.WriteLine('Hello Slicer.');
end;

But all Eugene got back when he tried this were slicing handles of the Ravens. "Acid is one of ours right, Cryax?" He didn't wait for an answer and kept trying to circumvent the Raven slicer handles but every time he thought he had broken through another slicer handle was showing as the originating address of the attack. He eventually cycled through the same names: Acid, Dak, Spook until finally a unique name came up: Zomi.

"Got it!" he said. He banged his fist on the desk triumphantly and sent the name to Tmoxin. "How to celebrate my artful mastery of slicing... I've got it! Let's blow this popsicle stand and go to a strip club."

[member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="A Pimp Named Magoo"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

//Incoming transmission...

To: [member="Auro Sebastian"]
From: Tmoxin Temi

Slicer handle is "Zomi"

...end transmission///

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Location: Nar'Shadda Promenade
Objective: Remove Enemy Slicer
Allies: Tmoxin Temi Eugene Leopold Cryax Bane
Enemies: Tsukikaneko Nozomi

Lurcnao grumbled to himselfn as he stumbled through the promenade, looking for what was supposed to be a slicer wreaking havoc all through out the Red Raven HoloNet. He had woken up to people speaking in his ear piece, and that was the situation from what he could gather. He was fairly close to the promenade as he had crashed in a cheap motel during to stay the night. His hand hovered by his Tehk'la knife as he stumbled through the door way to the Golden Nautolan. He had been told this was the place to start looking, and so here he was. He assumed the slicer would be somewhere out of the way, and he would get started on it immediately. He pulled aside the Casino manager and told him he was here to deal with a little problem. The manager at first was confused, and told him to fuck off rather insistently, but he eventually got the hint after he realized who Lurcano was associated with. Lurcano waved a hand to shut the manager's sudden flow of apologies and told him to post security at all the entrances and exits. If the person he was looking for was here, she wasn't getting out.

 

[Auro Sebastian]

Auro had been about to reply to Tmoxin when she sent a second, short and sweet transmission.

Slicer handle is "Zomi"

Taking in the information, Auro nodded and headed off down the street, raising his comm to his mouth and opening transmission back to Tmoxin.

-static-

"Good thing this isn't a politician or a senator or something. 75K is good money, but public figures cost a lot more. I'm sure you understand that, though."

he said, lowering the comm from his mouth for a moment as he rounded the block.

"Are you sure on the location? I'm not a fan of running around playing grabass unless my target is 5'6" with killer thighs."

he then said with a smirk, including the last bit after noting the soft little voice on the other end of the comm in his hand

-static-

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Patricia's message came over his commlink, and once Cryax got his hearing back, he responded to the big news about her engagement. "Um, congratulations?" he said awkwardly. Wedding talk was definitely less exciting than slicing talk so he hoped he didn't sound too stiff. In the blink of an eye, Bane was once again business again as he added, "Once we get the slicer's location we'll patch it to you."

Once he was finished talking to Patricia, he fielded a call from a lady known as Gracious Breeze, a middlewoman for the infamous A Pimp Named Magoo from Nar Shaddaa. "Tell the Pimp Named Magoo he has free reign to go after this slicer. He can make her walk sector corners for all I care. Just stop her!"

The Holonews message that was blowing up Cryax's Datalogger notifications, this supposed "Benevolence Bureau" of his was obviously fake, so he didn't pay it too much mind. He had done similar things himself as a script-kiddie on Bakura. Like that time he had sliced into McYoda's Spacebook account and made it look like Bantha King's and vice versa. It still incensed him that somewhere out there a slicer was having a huge fething laugh at his expense. Red Ravens had died in their operations on Nar Shaddaa. Couldn't a crime boss grieve for his fallen brethren in peace?

Additionally, he wasn't thrilled that Eugene Leopold had paid him a personal visit on the unmarked space station. The Chiss had expected his fellow slicer would have chosen to slice somewhere less social, but here he was spilling Fizzy Bip all over everyone's motherboards and backseat slicing. As Eugene hovered over Cryax's work, the Chiss waved his hand as if Eugene were a mosquito about to alight on his blue flesh and take a succulent bit. He muttered in Cheuhn under his breath. "K'user k'on'becsoi," he hissed. "I can't concentrate with you creeping over me like that."

All was forgiven once Eugene found the name and location of this Zomi person, but when the other slicer suggested going to a dancer club, Cryax whipped his head around and jabbed a finger at Eugene. "No clubs, Eugene. Not until we know there aren't any more slicers in the networks. Your face stays glued to that screen. When the network is deemed safe, then you can make it rain on as many Twi'leks as you like."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Eugene Leopold"][member="Auro Sebastian"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"][member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"][member="A Pimp Named Magoo"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

"Hey, pilot! What made you think of getting a hammock put in back here! I'm not complaining, just curious!" yelled Jarven from the back of the shuttle.

"Because we started making a habit of picking up hobos and giving them a ride!" Pilot yelled back. Jarven chuckled and studied his commputer. There was a Red Raven emergency broadcast about a slicer causing financial troubles. Kark! thought Jarven How am I going to have a wedding unless I'm paid? This won't stand! Jarven tried to contact Cryax. When he connected "Cryax? Heard ya' got trouble. From what I've heard, it's bad. Send me at this guy, Cryax, and I'll take care of the problem. You want him...well...or her dead or alive?"

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"I'm sure of the location, Mr. Sebastian," she lied. For all she knew Zomi was a fifteen-year-old kid playing hacker in his parent's basement but she didn't want to waste anymore time with chit-chat when credits were leaking from her private bank account like the oil from a freshly bathed droid.

Also was he flirting with her? Tmoxin couldn't tell but the comment about 5'6" with killer thighs seemed a little pointed. She had seen his dossier along with a holopic and well, he was kind of easy on the eyes. So far she had only spoken to him in her firmest, all-business voice but this time she spoke a little softer and more melodically: "If this goes well, there will be politicians and senators to target if you're interested in higher value prizes. I'm confident we can come up with a relationship that will be mutually beneficial."

[member="Auro Sebastian"]

 

[Beowoof]

Hello Slicer.

The hounds were sniffing her down now. Someone had singled out her address and was most certainly on the move to wherever they thought she was. So it was time for her to be on the move, as well. "I'm going to miss all these fun times."

Zomi began tapping away at her main datapad for the final act--shutting down all power to the local districts through a wartime kill command the old Hutt overlord had had installed. It was not supposed to be accessible through the wireless networks, but that was why Nozomi had placed relays all around the area. She could make her own network.

inb4all();

The lights; the signs; the viewscreens; the trams--they all went off in the greater Promenade district. The lone slicer was in complete darkness in the maintenance room, save for the blue light from the quintet of datapads. The power being down also meant that the networks were down, therefore she could commit no further cybercrime. Time to get out of here.

After the grand finale had come to bear, Zomi inserted a virus into the three workhorse datapads, dissolving all files that would include her personal information and practically blowing up the operating systems. They were nothing more than snares for whoever tried to hook up their own computers and search her data. A nasty backdoor exploiter would soon cripple whatever machine hooked up with them. "Love you guys," she bade as farewell.

Picking up the two datapads that were still actually useful, Nozomi slipped them into her yellow messenger bag and secured a headlamp around her head and took to the streets. She hustled over railings and slid down pipes, gunning for the lower levels where it would be easy to lose her predators. They may have found her hideaway and they may have figured out her net ID, but they would be hard-pressed to catch the runner. She knew her way around these levels. Hopefully none of the Ravens had been able to familiarize themselves.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Eugene Leopold"], [member="A Pimp Named Magoo"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Auro Sebastian"], [member="Lurcano Car'dann"], [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

 

[Auro Sebastian]

Auro had always been a good judge of character, which helped a great deal when searching for people's tells. A twitch or a nervous shift. Perhaps a subconscious tick of some sort when someone's nerves were rattled. Even the slightest hint of uncertainty in the voice, which coincidently Tmoxin seemed to have, from what Auro could hear.

"Lying to a gambler isn't going to do you much good. Or... perhaps you're just not very confident in your intel.", he said as he strode up the steps to the Golden Nautolan. "But I'll take your word for it and ask around until I find something out."

There was something about the way Auro carried himself that presented confidence, which was partly why he was such a good gambler. He was going in to waste a few creds for the better of his job, because a few creds here and there lost in a game of Sabacc could tell him a lot about his target. The only problem with that was, he wouldn't be playing much Sabacc without the lights one, which had went out the moment he set foot in the establishment.

"Alright then...", he whispered to himself as he moved to the outer, darkest most corners of the room. "Time to get lost..."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[ItsChon]

@Timoxin Temi [member="Auro Sebastian"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] @Cyrax Bane [member="Eugene Leopold"]

Lurcano asked the casino manager to show him all the places in the Casino that would be hidden away, or not readily available to the public. The bewildered casino manager took him towards the back of the hotel. The manager claimed that they used the area as storage, and very few people came back here, outside of a few workers in the casino that wanted to catch smoke. Lurcano stared at the fairly large storage room, wondering where the hell he would start. He looked through various cupboards that held janitorial supplies, several back rooms, but he wasn't able to turn up nothing. Lurcano turned to the casino manager who had been following all this time asking questions rather incessantly.

Lurcano Car'Dann: "Are you sure you've shown me everything? Is there any other place that someone could hide? It'd only be a little bigger then a broom closet, at the most it'd house a few computers. You really can't think of anything? Know that I'm employed by some very powerful people, that are used to getting what they want. If I go back to them empty handed, they wont be happy, and trust me when I say you don't want to be anywhere near my employers when they're unhappy."

The casino manager seemed to panic for a moment, before it seemed a light bulb flashed over his head.

Casino Manager: "Well, there might actually be one more spot...It's downstairs in the basement. No one ever goes down there though."

Lurcano cursed and immediately demanded to be taken downstairs. At that exact moment, all the lights in the casino were out, and everything was plunged into chaos. As soon as the casino manager managed to find the way downstairs in the dark, he rushed down there and found the various data pads that the slicer had been using; as well as a small little opened window, just big enough for the size of a small human to fit through leading to the back alleys of the hotels and the darker more dangerous streets of Nar Shaddaa. He radioed in on the RR comms,

Lurcano Car'dann: "Lurcano here, and it looks like I found your little slicers hidey hole. She's long gone now, but she definitely did a lot of damage. Pretty much the whole promenade has gone lights out, including the casino. She left three data pads but they seemed to be powered down. I'll grab 'em for you and hopefully you can make something out of them. This techno shit is way over my head."