The Binary is strong with this one...

[Dyn Hela]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Dyn sat aboard his ship with his holojack implant hard plugged into his holonet transciever as he browsed the bounty boards and noted a large amount of them came from the Tion region of space. He used a simple sniffer program to follow a long set of data transfers that would have thrown many off the datatrail but this is what he did. He found people, found data, and he was good at it so far. His eyes darted back and forth as he found large stores of money attached to the Tion trade nexus and began the process of seeing just how much they had and whether he could get any of it without them noticing.

"I know." he said in response to the excited beeping of his astromech as it warned him against the chance of a slicer better than him, "let me worry about that you fix the ship."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Dyn Hela"]

A warm cup of caf sat on the table of the holo-cafe. She leaned over the keyboard of the public terminal. A half eaten red-razzle stick hung from her mouth. Gray-blue eyes panned the dual-screens.

What's this?

It looked like someone else was digging into Tion information. She rolled-up the sleeves of her hoodie and stuck a piece of half-chewed gum over the terminal's holocam. "Let's see who you are and what you've found."

She began to poke into the back door files of one Dyn Hela.

 

[Dyn Hela]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He continued digging and found several LARGE accounts of a business nature and began working on a program to skim point zero zero zero zero one of a credit off each transaction incoming and outgoing but it would take some time and he was only this good because of the direct neural link to the holonet. He was doing well until....

A small blip in his cybereye told him of a single flag going up in his personal files, he was clean mostly, but he had worked to bury his past and hide his connections to the rebel alliance and that was something he didn't need little mister or miss smarty pants digging out. He stopped working on his skimmer program and activated his back up firewall program, his personal creation, and waited to see if the slicer backed off.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Dyn Hela"]

Alright! Someone who knows the game and a challenger. Spark grinned and cracked her knuckles. Most firewalls, especially personally modified ones would scare off the amateurs - as they should. But, she wasn't an amateur.

She was hooked.

"Let's see how your fire wall handles this little surprise." She sent a homeade virus that would temporarily spam images of the Spencer is Love fan club across any screens, or in this case, cyber eye of the user if it went through successfully. While the virus was at play she began to target for weak entry points into the firewall.

 

[Dyn Hela]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The sudden spam of some pretty blond chick and a bunch of nerding out imperial wash outs filled his eye and just about made his yell out loud. One draw back of using implants this way was it tended to make things like this more personal and potentially dangerous. He took several minutes during which time the slicer could likely find a back door into his files.

He raced throigh the coded language and booted the virus by making a counter virus. The virus he made would take time to work due to the fact it attacked the virus at it's source. It was a worm. If it wasn't stopped it would "burrow" into her systems and delete everything until it crashed the hard drive completely.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Dyn Hela"]

She finished off the razzle and grinned as the 'back door' opened and she began poking around in the mystery person's cyber-files.

Name: Dyn Hela
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Let's see what you look like, Dyn. A holopic flashed across her public-screen. Dang, the man looked like he could break every bone in her body just by sitting on her. She dug deeper, pinging for his location. She doubted he was even on the same planet but it was better to cover her butt.

An off-code caught her eye. Spark paused as her mouth dropped open. Her transfer codes account from a one-sith member was suddenly gone, no, deleted!

"Good one, Dyn," she grumbled as she turned her attention to un-writing the virus. She went after his accounts next.