EmKay
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These events take place immediately before the happenings in The Fall.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" the AI asked from the newly polished microphone systems of the Hand. Atretes laughed quietly as he finished up connecting the droid brain that once inhabited the Morvak to the local hub socket in his room. The connection immediately took, and Emah audibly sighed her electronic disdain as the little mind recharged and played in the small section of the Hand's network.
"You two have fun." he said with a wink to the camera, then he grabbed his pocket secretary and walked through the halls. He felt Emah's glare on him for leaving that little droid with her, but he ignored her and headed for the training hangar. He'd managed to make a niche in one of the rooms that would have been an engineer's office that was a workshop. He'd actually spent the better part of a very long hyperspace journey gathering what he wanted or needed from the other parts of the ship. All in all, he'd made a nice place to tinker, and tinker he did frequently and often. It had become an outlet for him, and he found he took a great liking to inventing new things, coming up with new ideas, putting it to paper and then to practise. He'd made little wind-up toys, more applications for his A21U, and may other things, some of which were scattered and/or moving across the workspace. He put some to the side, popped open his pocket secretary, and looked through his latest designs. A watch-like device to replace the A21U, a pistol to replace his outdated Czerka one, theories on a new ammunition type for his weapon, and a new speeder based on his current Czerka vehicle. One thing among them remained constant. He needed phrik.
That in mind, he looked through the list of planets with phrikite ore mines, and found that Gromas was a neutral world with the necessary material. Now came the how. Several ideas went through his mind, but none of them would be plausible just yet. Especially if we wanted to be fun about it. He'd need a team, a few ships for transportation, weapons, a schedule, and an alias... he tapped the corner of his pocket secretary thoughtfully, and started running through some databases of common names. He scrolled for awhile, until he just started impatiently hitting the random button. Finally, it landed on Nichos Marr. He tilted his head.
"I like the sound of you." he said, then tapped it to see any people named the same. Possibly millions of entries popped up, and he grinned. Perfect. He tapped a few more buttons and the system began making a forged identification that would split any tracking between a toddler on Naboo and a drunk from Empress Teta in a strange kind of scramble. Nothing unbreakable, but very strange.
"What are you doing?" Emah groaned, and Atretes looked up at the nearest camera.
"Keeping myself safe, when I start working." he answered.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" the AI asked from the newly polished microphone systems of the Hand. Atretes laughed quietly as he finished up connecting the droid brain that once inhabited the Morvak to the local hub socket in his room. The connection immediately took, and Emah audibly sighed her electronic disdain as the little mind recharged and played in the small section of the Hand's network.
"You two have fun." he said with a wink to the camera, then he grabbed his pocket secretary and walked through the halls. He felt Emah's glare on him for leaving that little droid with her, but he ignored her and headed for the training hangar. He'd managed to make a niche in one of the rooms that would have been an engineer's office that was a workshop. He'd actually spent the better part of a very long hyperspace journey gathering what he wanted or needed from the other parts of the ship. All in all, he'd made a nice place to tinker, and tinker he did frequently and often. It had become an outlet for him, and he found he took a great liking to inventing new things, coming up with new ideas, putting it to paper and then to practise. He'd made little wind-up toys, more applications for his A21U, and may other things, some of which were scattered and/or moving across the workspace. He put some to the side, popped open his pocket secretary, and looked through his latest designs. A watch-like device to replace the A21U, a pistol to replace his outdated Czerka one, theories on a new ammunition type for his weapon, and a new speeder based on his current Czerka vehicle. One thing among them remained constant. He needed phrik.
That in mind, he looked through the list of planets with phrikite ore mines, and found that Gromas was a neutral world with the necessary material. Now came the how. Several ideas went through his mind, but none of them would be plausible just yet. Especially if we wanted to be fun about it. He'd need a team, a few ships for transportation, weapons, a schedule, and an alias... he tapped the corner of his pocket secretary thoughtfully, and started running through some databases of common names. He scrolled for awhile, until he just started impatiently hitting the random button. Finally, it landed on Nichos Marr. He tilted his head.
"I like the sound of you." he said, then tapped it to see any people named the same. Possibly millions of entries popped up, and he grinned. Perfect. He tapped a few more buttons and the system began making a forged identification that would split any tracking between a toddler on Naboo and a drunk from Empress Teta in a strange kind of scramble. Nothing unbreakable, but very strange.
"What are you doing?" Emah groaned, and Atretes looked up at the nearest camera.
"Keeping myself safe, when I start working." he answered.