Jorga the Hutt
When life gives you Mandos, make Mando'ade
@[member="Mia Monroe"]
The Bard's head whipped around as Mia bailed out an office window to save Verz. He grimaced and snapped his focus back to the console, where eighteen kinds of security whatnot were attempting to counter his lockdown -- including some rather tasty coding from someone with Inquisition hashtags.
They couldn't stop the Moff's expert lockdown protocol, but they could sure as heck find a way to lock this console down, too. He scrambled to download the dossiers into a mobile drive, without bothering to sort through them. These were the Moff's private dossiers on the people he worked with, the top people.
They were, largely, blackmail. And so, although they had addresses for houses, those addresses weren't for primary residences, but for things like...favorite brothels. Mistresses' residences. The locations of illegitimate children. That sort of thing.
The Bard's head whipped around as Mia bailed out an office window to save Verz. He grimaced and snapped his focus back to the console, where eighteen kinds of security whatnot were attempting to counter his lockdown -- including some rather tasty coding from someone with Inquisition hashtags.
They couldn't stop the Moff's expert lockdown protocol, but they could sure as heck find a way to lock this console down, too. He scrambled to download the dossiers into a mobile drive, without bothering to sort through them. These were the Moff's private dossiers on the people he worked with, the top people.
They were, largely, blackmail. And so, although they had addresses for houses, those addresses weren't for primary residences, but for things like...favorite brothels. Mistresses' residences. The locations of illegitimate children. That sort of thing.