Intelligence Community Part 2

[Spectre (Old)]

A dark night on the Smuggler's moon on Nar Shaddaa. There is a hacker conference going on, the annual REP CON event. Slicers from the moon would be in attendence, as well as hackers, codebreakers, and other specialists in the security field. The Hutt Cartel Kajidii would be in attendance at this event, as he is a slicer himself, one of the best in the galaxy in fact. His name is known through all the factions and he is the first ever non-slug on the Hutt Council. The Hutt Councilman isn't just attending the event, he is speaking at it. He has gotten with the event host ahead of time and he will be giving a speech. His aim is to convince as many people as possible; slicers, experts .etc to join up with him so he can bolster is own organization to set some plans into motion.

Things have been going very well for the Kajidii-Slicer. He along with two others took a haul of Isotope 5 from a mine on Makeb, Spectre succeed in gaining a husband and wife duo on his team after fending off malfunctioning droids on a dinner on Canto Bight. That was odd though, but no matter, Spectre looks only ever forward.

Spectre would be behind the curtains with two of his trusted specialists, Jerry Oliver and Aldric Alan. The Lorda would be taking to the stage in about a few minutes before it's time for him to give his speech. Spectre is looking dapper as usual and would have his armor underneath his outfit and his pistol holstered underneath his shoulder, again as usual. Even though this is a orderly convention (as orderly as Nar Shaddaa gets anyway) it's still Nar Shaddaa. And if weird things can happen on Canto Bight, it can happen here as well, so he is more than prepared. Beyond the curtain there would be quite a bit of people of varying species and stripes in the seats watching. Almost showtime.

@Korvo @Nefieslab

 

[“LAZARUS”]

As famed and densely populated as Nar Shaddaa was, everyone knew the famous Smuggler's Moon had few redeeming qualities. It was filthy, polluted, corrupt beyond imagining―even for a Hutt controlled planet.

"Bapionh!", yelled out a street vendor, hastily managing the cooking of several dishes in a cramped space. Several beings all managing to work with just a few meters space, at best? Lazarus had no idea how they managed it. He wasn't claustrophobic, but that kind of confinement could drive even him crazy.

"Boska! Boska! Hi chuba da naga?"

"Rat! Rat! Jee yoieu fa! Doid...", Lazarus said, yelling as he attempted to both speak and think over the loudness of the crowds present. "Lee chalya mi wa Sorcorro lueka, wa wuona see bkaua kreespa, an... paupe daien dondichola!"

And that was it. Hard as it would have been to believe, Nar Shaddaa had some of the best vendors in the Outer Rim Territories. Oh sure, they were a rude lot, as unsanitary as one could expect and the crowds were nightmare ninety percent of the time, but damned if the food just wasn't worth it. The Hutts might have had their own reasons for it, but this_was the reason Nar Shaddaa was called the 'Glorious Jewel', as far as Lazarus was concerned.

Meat juices and cheese dripped onto the slicer's hands slightly as he scarfed down his food, agitated that he forgot to grab a beverage before he left to help wash the meal down. Bah... ah well, he mused to himself, carefully eating the still piping hot star fries and nerf bits. Those were his favorite, especially when had to take on boring jobs for quick credits.

That being said, this time Lazarus had not arrived on Nar Shaddaa for a job. Not in the conventional sense, at least. The slicer convention was in full swing, and he was already late to it, rushing through the never-ending crowds as he pushed to the convention grounds. By the time he'd arrived, the Corellian slicer was mostly finished with his meal, scarfing down the last remainder of his nerf bits all at once while wiping his hands against his trousers. No one Lazarus recognized had come upon the stage as of yet; as far as he was concerned, that was a good thing. Meant he probably didn't miss much, if anything. Taking his seat near the back corner of the room, the slicer scanned the room. He honestly doubted he would recognize anyone, at least as far as appearances went. Slicers were an anonymous bunch, real names and appearances were never overtly given away. Still, he wouldn't discount the possibility. Stranger things have happened before.

 

[The Storyteller]

The slicer convention was well underway with drinks and gadgets on sale and some decent food for Nar Shaddaa for once. It seemed that this year's Slicer Convention was going so well that there was some suggestion that they convention be held in the same location next year as well!

... which was absolutely ridiculous because the Slicer Convention changed locations every year so that no non-slicers would actually have a chance to find it without the aid of a slicer.

The logic was that if they had a slicer good enough to find the location then they were the type of people who would be more likely to hire people. As it was right now, entire hacker teams were waiting for Spectre and his associates to take to the stage with one such job offer for them.

Spectre was legendary amongst the community. People like LAZARUS were well known amongst the slicers of the Galaxy but Spectre was on a whole other level and they all wanted to see what he had to offer.

@Faster Than Light @Korvo

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Almost showtime indeed. The last speaker has left the stage and passed Spectre and his two men by. There would be a just a brief window and then Spectre will be up. The Hutt Cartel Kaijdii hasn't done very much public speaking since his cool days, and even then he would have been on the stage speaking to friends, peers, and his teachers or professors, not where everyone random strangers who he's never met before. He is just a little bit nervous, but he won't show that. He is a Hutt Councilman, there is no time for appearing weak. Spectre's last preparation he would make before taking the stage, would be to put a wireless microphone, given to him by Aldric Alan "You got this buddy!" the codebreaker said. "Yeah man, you totally got this this!" Spectre's college friend Jerry Oliver also assured his friend while chuckling

Time to break a leg, and so when Spectre's name was heralded over the PA system, Spectre casually strode at the center of the stage, taking in the crowd in attendance. These guys are all slicers, hackers and other security experts. Well, the Cartel Kajidii-Slicer has one thing he needs to do, and that's to entice and convince as many of these people to join him as possible. If Spectre intends to increase his reach in the Cartel and beyond, not everything can be done with him and his few elites, he needs more, and this is a good opportunity to get more. That and he has further plans as well.

"Gentlemen" he said once he was stopped at the center stage, looking at the crowd, he was smirking as his voice echoed through the room via his microphone headset. He would pause, leaving the crowd to react as they will before he continues to speak. "You should already know who I am" he would casually pace a little ways before turning away as he proceeded to get started. After all, the slicer community should know who he is, among other reasons. First human on the Hutt Council and all that, and they are sitting in the heart of Hutt space as well. "As technology continues to evolve, so must we. So must our tools and methods. Today's battles are fought out in the open fields with boots on the ground with blasters, starfighters, lightsabers, tanks and .etc. Tomorrow..." not literally tomorrow, but metaphorically tomorrow "Tomorrow, the real battles will be decided on a digital level, before the dropships even hit the ground. You all should know that information is power. With just the right piece of information, we could start a war. There's no limit to what we can do As it stands right now, we already have a robust intelligence network in the Exchange. But why just be robust when we could be much more than that? That's where you guys would come in. I am looking for capable, willing people to join me. Together we take control of the flow of information. Together, we can know everything there is to know, all our finger tips. Who will join me?" This is surely the part where he gives them some insentives to join "You each (if you want) will be granted the rank and privileges of a basadi as well as the benfits of working with me. If you have been taking odd jobs here and there, you can have a clear career-path with me as well as a purpose. Hone your skills, join up with more like-minded indivuals and some of the best specialists the galaxy has to offer, learn from us." Aldric and Jerry Oliver were to the sides, visible by the audience, they would nod their heads. And just in case there are some who aren't interested in that, and just want the credits, well, that can be worked out to. "And if you are just looking for credits, I have that to." he would nod his head in approval of his own words. He would pause for a bit and let the audience digest what was said, and then open the floor to questions. "Anyone have any questions?" he would look around the audience and then clasp his hands together as he awaits as the air is clear for questions as he would walk close towards the stage. Spectre isn't the best public speaker in the world, but he is hoping that his words had an affect and hopefully his reputation and offers would make up. Mind, with all the people here, he can't answer every single question, but he does have time for a few.

@Korvo @Nefieslab

 

[The Storyteller]

The assembled slicers listened with rapt attention as Spectre took to the stage.

It wasn't often that you saw someone with Spectre's reputation in person and even less common was when he decided that he wanted to speak publicly. Or as publicly as an underground collection of slicers could ever get at any rate. Spectre's words are rather compelling it has to be said and there is a general murmur that runs through the crowd as slicers turn to each other and have quick words with each other about the pros and cons of the situation, of the offer that was put towards them.

But even though the response is mostly positive, there are those who are unhappy and those who have questions as well.

"And where will we all work to benefit from your protection?" A female Zeltron asked loudly, attention flitting to her for daring to ask a question as well as the fact that she was not exactly conservatively dressed, "I doubt we can all fit on that T2 Thresher you got for yourself."

The fact that she was aware of the type of ship Spectre used was a testament to her skill as a slicer and, perhaps, as a detective considering she had found fragments of information from all over the holonet and pieced them all together to come to the (correct) conclusion that she had.

And she wasn't alone in the questions.

"If we join up do we get better hardware just as part of the deal straight away? Cus I mean man... my rig is burned the hell out!"

@Faster Than Light @Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

At this point, Lazarus was pretty familiar with speeches. Most in the galaxy regarded them as little more than a criminal mob that feign a pretense of government, but if the Hutts had one thing going for them, it was the grandiose speeches they had the tendency to deliver. In fact, it wasn't many years ago that Lazarus recalled the grand speeches of Nem'ro the Hutt, back in the day he started his takeover. Now, it was a new face. A Human_face, of all things. As out of place as one would expect among the ruling slug lords, but all the same, there he was. And if there was ever any doubt that a Human could match a Hutt's ambition any day, all doubt was quickly shed away.

The Exchange was no small network of spies, informants, saboteurs and the occasional assassins. Few in the galaxy could rival their resources and expertise, and even fewer were worth mentioning altogether. There was Atheon, of course, and perhaps the Republic Strategic Information Service (SIS), but it was a small and elite community, to be sure. It might have seemed the more docile path when compared to the guts and glory of soldiers on the battlefield or the grandeur and finesse of the reigning political spheres, but it was no less deadly or spared of intrigue. If anything, the intelligence game held many of the dangers of both. But with it came a power few could deny.

A sense of anticipation ran through Lazarus's body as several others began to speak up. To be frank, Lazarus really wasn't listening to them. He didn't have any questions of his own; he had the feeling he knew exactly what he would be in for. And as far as those prospects were concerned... he was looking forward_to it.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Well, it looks like his speech went better than he thought, his reception seemed to be msotly positive, but there were some that were undecided and weren't on board. That's only natural, Spectre wasn't expecting to take the whole audience into his pocket. He is aiming to take as many as he can though. But his target goal is at least fifteen of them. That will give him some manpower and the productivity that comes with it. Also, he isn't just taking everyone that is interested. They will be individually interviewed and evaluated. This is them merely showing interest. Spectre knows better than to let just anyone join his group. Slicers would be the people to hear of this, not only that, but potential spies or rivals that Spectre may not even know about as well. You can't trust everyone in these parts, that's a reality in the world of information.

First question was asked by the Zeltron in the not-so-conservative clothing, clearly apart of the Nar Shaddaa punk scene or something. In contrast, the Hutt Cartel Kajidii was formally educated and had a well-off family. At first her question seemed ordeinary but then she revealed she knew about the T2 Thresher he has. That's not excatly public knowledge. She quite clearly did her homework, which the Slicer-Agent raised an intrigued eyebrow at her. Although knowing that it is exists is one thing, knowing where it is, is another thing entirely. It could be anywhere at any given moment. Still, props to her. "Bravo, bravo Miss." he nodded his head and did a slow-clap gesture twice. "Props to you. Anyways to answer your question, I'm not going to try and cram anyone in my ship. Instead, I am going to expand in locations on various planets to use as bases and safehouses for our operations. And of course, these locations would be discrete." the Kajidii would dim his eyes and smile. He has one such place in mind already, and when this buisness here is over, he will get started on it. "And of course, I'm not going to reveal where right now" he would lightly chuckle and his smile would widen. He did say they would be discrete, he isn't going to reveal his plans to everyone right now. Anyone who makes the cut will be in the know. And the next question was just an eye-roller. Maybe he would be one of the people who may not make it. Spectre would mentally sigh before answering. "If needed, equipment will be provided, however, it would come out of youu pay cheque." He firmly said. After all, he is running a criminal buisness, not a charity. "Any other questions?" he would ask.

@Neflieslab @Korvo

 

[The Storyteller]

Seemed that the crowd was happy enough with what Spectre was putting down but there was someone who really wasn't happy... not happy at all. Because while Spectre had answered the questions of the two people who had actually asked, there were still questions that needed to be asked.

Questions that needed to be asked.

"SPECTRE!"

The call came through speakers throughout the area, all of them connected to the holonet and all of them on different networks. The slice job on the entire area had been damned thorough.

"YOU ESCAPED ME ON CANTO, BUT YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME HERE!"

It was a recognisable voice to Spectre as it was the voice of the man who had set the restaurant droids to go after him. This time however, the doors around the area were locked except for the front entrance, which opened dramatically. A few of the slicers moved towards the doors, only to be brutally cut down by concentrated blaster fire.

"TELL ME SPECTRE... DID YOU CARE WHEN YOU RUINED MY FAMILY'S LIVES? NO... YOU DIDN'T. AND I WILL DO MY BEST NOT TO CARE AS MY AUTOMATONS CLEAVE THROUGH THESE PEOPLE TO GET TO YOU!"

The first wave of droids entered, 6 of the Cartel's own H1 Battle Droids, with another 6 staying at the doorway to stop anyone from escaping. As they advanced, the first wave of H1 Droids began to fire their carbines into the crowd.

Spoiler: Droids

H1-Battle Droids

@Faster Than Light @Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

"...aw, fierfek, here we go."

This—this—was the reason Lazarus never worked for the Hutts full-time or in an official capacity. This was why he always kept a low profile, no matter where he went. Slicers were a special kind of people; they could hold grudges like rancors holding a last slab of meat, were as vindictive as rock-vipers and could hit you where you least expected it... or exactly where you'd expect it, but it didn't exactly mean things went any better. And with an entity as powerful and widespread as the Cartel, anyone with half a brain-cell knew there'd be more than a few vendettas out there. Normally, slicers had battlefields of their own, and casualties were of a different sort than toting blasters and vibroblades; the mark of a good slicer was someone that could utterly destroy another without ever laying a proverbial hand on them.

But every once in a while, you ran into the overachievers that just couldn't help but up the lethality... like today.

The second the voice projecting itself over the com systems rambled something about Spectre not escaping, it would have been pretty clear to anyone with a survival instinct that skag was about to officially hit the fan. Doors were the best bet when it came to escapes, but they were also always the first things to get compromised when skag went down. Lazarus immediately eyed the room as rapidly, but carefully as he could, vaulting for the corner as he began searching for a port, an interface, or really anything that could allow him to infiltrate the system. His first thought was the the room was about to be gassed, and he had no intention of dying miserably though asphyxiation or some kind of toxin.

It was just a painful irony now that the entire room appeared to have been sealed off from electronic interfaces. In truth, it was probably a security measure more than anything else; after all, this place was going to be full of slicers, the last thing anyone should want was them being in a place where they could easily attempt to access protected assets, like compromising closed functions or extracting system data. As the droids entered the room, a new wave of hysteria washed over all the slicers as the blasters began gunning down anyone in sight with reckless abandon. Immediately, the Corellian slicer flipped two nearby chairs and hit the ground so as to avoid potential stray blaster bolts. The bad news was someone was out for blood after all. The good news was it was a danger he could now confront.

At once, Lazarus pulled out his signal interceptor and began an immediate slicing attempt. There wouldn't be much point to trying to track the signal, not against another slicer, but they were_droids. So long as they were being given a directive order, there would be a signal for him to be able to slice into. Of course, even that would only be half the battle, but if he could in time, he could potentially help to end the thread at once.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Spectre had a smirk as everything was going good, questions were answered in a satisifactory manner, until he heard an old voice screaming at him through the PA system. It's that one guy from Canto Bight, where all the dining and butler droids started going haywire. Aldric Alan and Spectre had the right reactions to this as the chaos was beginning to unfold, Alan went besides Spectre as the two drew out their pistols, Spectre's Golden Gun along with Aldric Alan's less flashy and but still pretty potent BP-12. Jerry Oliver waas less of a combatant, so he got down to safety backstage keeping a lowprofile until this blows over, still hed had Guardian Holdout pistol drawn out for self defense.

When some of the crowd started going towards the main doors, some of them got cut-down. Others, who were smart would be taking cover elsewhere in the room. On the intercom, the guy went on about how Spectre ruined his family and wants revenge. For what? Spectre doesn't even know this guy. Has Spectre been getting sloppy to where this guy (thinks?) he may have done something? "Very dramatic. Who are you again?" he asked with a calm yet dismissive tone as he had his weapon aimed forward and leveled. Then the first wave of droids showed themselves, they were the H1 Droids. They are droids that are built for the Hutts and have self-destruct mechanisms. That could be problematic, so they can't let them get near them for any reasons. As soon as they showed themselves and started firing into the crowd. Spectre and Aldric have grown very close and no what must be done.

When the droids showed themselves, Spectre and Aldric were pretty exposed on the stage, but they had were on higher ground. Luckily Spectre always has armor on him just for situations like these. Once the droids have started showing themselves, Spectre and Alan would fire six shots both into the advancing droids, while at the same time being ready to react to any droids who would try to turn to them. Spectre can notice a familiar person in the crowd among the chaos, is that Lazarus? Anyways, since the H1 Droids are usually made out of cheap materials and easy to destroy, Spectre and Aldric should have taken out a decent chunk of them, minimizing the damage they would inflicting to the crowd.

Surely some of those guys have blasters too, they are criminals too.

 

[The Storyteller]

LAZARUS had a point - these were droids and that did mean that there were signals to intercept but these were combat droids. These were droids designed by the Hutts to be their version of an armed forces. There was the potential to slice into them but it was almost impossible without a "hard" connection... as in a direct physical interface.

The slicer in control of the droids would scowl behind his own interface, seeing what Lazarus was attempting,

"DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT IS ENOUGH?! THESE DROIDS ARE MINE LAZARUS! I KNOW THE TOUCH OF YOU ON THE HOLONET - YOU WILL NOT BEST ME!"

One of the H1 droids would be redirected to where LAZARUS was hiding, blasting away at his cover as the droid attacked with single-minded focus.

"AND YOU! SPECTRE! I AM YOUR NEMESIS... I AM THE REVENANT!"

An angry dead man... a spectre.

Spectre and Aldric had clear shots of the five H1 droids who were still coming for them and their shots were accurate. The design of the H1 battle droids called for cheap metal on the armour but the use of a tail rather that legs did mean that they were a lot more flexible, poseable, than other battle droids. So while three of the droids were unable to evade and shut down from the shots, two of them were able to wiggle to one side, avoiding the shots.

These two then opened fire directly on the stage, three shots towards the chest of both Spectre and Aldric, neither of whom had made any moves to be less exposed to return fire.

The slicers throughout the event? They were doing their best to slice through the lock on the back door... slicers, by and large, were not good combatants.

@Faster Than Light @Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Well, wasn't this just the perfectly karked-up situation. Lazarus persisted in his slicing, but the obvious became clear enough. There was an active slicer on the other end of whatever signal was hacking the droids present in the room.

He certainly loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he?, the Corellian slicer mused to himself. His attempts at slicing into the signal were evident, but then he wasn't trying to hide them. For one, he didn't have the necessary equipment to make such a attempt cleanly. Even if he did, there wouldn't have been much point to it; the rogue slicer obviously knew where he was. There wasn't much use or purpose in trying to hide at this point.

More blaster bolts came Laz's way as the overly-theatrical slicer appeared to have redirected one of the droids to start blasting at his cover location. That was bad, but in its own way, enlightening. Up till now, Lazarus had assumed the voice might have been a prerecording, or perhaps was simply a voice-over from someone slicing into the intercoms, but this person apparently had proverbial eyes on the ground. If a droid was specifically redirected toward Laz's location, that meant the rogue slicer was watching them in the room, and likely had access to other visual monitoring systems. It didn't do Laz a whole lot of good at the time, but it was something to keep in mind, and perhaps could potentially be used to his advantage, depending on how long this incident would last.

Fight or flight; Lazarus had it in his mind to reach for his blaster, but he really did not want to truly divert his attention to deal with a symptom when he could be addressing the problem instead. Even more, he knew he had a way to disable the droid coming after him, but he didn't want to reveal such unless he could affect the bulk of the droids at once; tricks of the kind he was planning tended to lose their effectiveness if they had to be used over and over again, especially against other slicers.

"Spectre! I see you've made a friend!", Lazarus yelled out, attempting to get Spectre's attention. The 'Revenant', huh? He even went for a similar, but scarier, name. Was that obsession? Imitation? Or just jealousy? "Spare a blaster bolt for a 'friend'_of that friend?"

Lazarus resumed his slicing. Hopefully, Spectre could intervene, but even if not, Laz was determined to continue until he could penetrate the signal's network. He didn't have to beat it, to control it, or even to shut it down; he just needed to get inside. After all, that was the real_slicer's battleground.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

If Spectre wasn't in the heat of combat, he would groan. Hearing his loud mouth is a nagging reminder that Spectre and Aldric should have killed him back on Canto Bight, but didn't because it was too inconvenient. But how driven he was to find Spectre and make an attempt on his life was a a gross underestimation on his part. A miscalculation for his drive to get one over on Spectre like this isn't something Spectre makes often. To fix this, the mistake will have to be corrected. This so-called "Revenant" needs to die. Still, that doesn't explain why he is after him or how he ruined him, his family or whatever. It doesn't matter.

Back to the battle at hand, once three of six droids went down, one of them peeled off to pursue the other Corellian slicer (@Korvo), and somehow the other two of those droids were able to dodge some shots with their rather unique method of locomotion. Once those initial droids went down, the two didn't pause to admire their handy work. Once the droids fired at them, the two knew what they had to do, and they would sidestep. Spectre to the left and Aldric to the right. If those two droids could wiggle to the side to avoid blaster bolts coming right after them, there would be no reason why two sharp elites like those two wouldn't be able to as well at this range. While they are sidestepping, Spectre would press the trigger once and fire two shots with his golden pistol at the droid trying to murderize Lazarus. Regardless if the hit, he would point the weapon back to where the other two were, prepared to fire more if needed and more evasive maneuvers if anything. Spectre didn't reply back verbal after trying to get the droid off of him, he was completely focused on the fight. Even while moving, the shots should still be able to hit and destroy the droid as he aimed for the center of mass. Aldric fired four shots total, two for each of the droids at the door and was likewise prepared to react to any more shots coming at him or anything else.

@Nefieslab!

 

[The Storyteller]

The Revenant was getting very irritated with everything that was happening today.

He wanted to try and kill Spectre and he had gone to great pains to get the droids for the job, or so he thought, but now it seemed that the man was going to be a lot more difficult to kill than initially planned. The man was supposed to be some slicer - the kind of guy who never worked hard for anything physically in his life - and yet here he was acting like an action holo-star! It made his blood boil but he swore to himself that he would make sure that Spectre paid and he was going to keep that promise, one way or another!

After all, he hadn't styled himself as the man's nemesis for nothing!

He was going to make sure that Spectre paid for his crimes if it was the last thing he did! With that in mind... he began to send commands to the six droids who had stayed in reserve covering the doors, which he had closed and locked tight like the rest of them.

Spectre was able to easily dispatch the droid that had gone for LAZARUS and his assistant was, after four shots, able to disable the last two attacking droids. By this point however, the Revenant's plan was different. The six remaining droids spread around across the auditorium and parked themselves near the support beams for the roof. Spread out as they were, it would be unlikely for Spectre and his allies to reach them all.

"AND NOW SPECTRE IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A GHOST! H1 DROIDS... SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE: INITIATE."

As he ordered it, the droids by the support beams began to build up their energy, rerouting their weapons' output back to their energy cores in a feedback loop that would cause them to explode. Unfortunately for the Revenant - self destruct was a process that took roughly ten seconds when taking into account the older level of computing power within these droids.

@Faster Than Light @Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Tune it out... Damnit! Tune. It. Out.

Even if he had to force himself there kicking and screaming, Lazarus was in his own world now. A world of virtual codes and algorithms and binary sequences. A world where one man with a simple technological device could be both deadly and helpless, capable, and yet vulnerable too. But by now, the Corellian rogue had enough of blaster bolts vaporizing the air around him, stinking up the air.

These droids are combative models. Dealing with category-four classifications then. Signal interfaces are more secured, layered encryption for preventative directives. Isolates command and mandate protocols from infiltration or authoritative abdication to unknown or unregistered source, but... I shouldn't need to anyway

Several other slicers continued their yelling, making Lazarus grind his teeth in frustration. Tuning everything out? Never as easy as Holo-Films made it look.

Fierfek! Come on, you've done this before! Operative programming for coordinated droid systematic functions are always structured from communal-binary matrices, based on nodal-map networking of neural-mandate protocols into baseline processing directives... keeps communication tight, clear and synchronized. Take their advantage, make it your own... but avoid attempts to overwrite the signal frequencies, it'd never work in time anyway. Align them instead, work with the interlocked binary patterns and induce disrupter saturation...

He could still hear them. Most of them at least, like background noise from very far away. Some were being shot, others were yelling at one another, maybe trying to come up with makeshift plans of their own. It didn't matter. Lazarus was planning to live through this; Nar Shaddaa was many things, but his grave., it would be not.. And then, as if on cue, the Revenant gave into his theatrics once again, albeit with a more... measured element of finality to it.

Self-des—SKAG!, the slicer hastily mused, continually switching from his interlinked datapad to his signal disrupter. Thinking as he worked, there was no better way. Especially now. Substitute datastore junctions with randomized bit-data spam into countermeasure firewall subroutines via discordant-feedback anti-protocols... bypass sup-networked nodal fortifications through system breaches and trace the reroutes into the I/O diagnostic ports. Linking into the registry... bridge from secondary security directories through the API nexus... overclocking transfer praxis, and... clearance!

"Frakking Fina—aacckk!"

A loud echo of some kind of electronic feedback ensued instantly, forcing Lazarus's facial expression into one of grimacing. Well... that_part was unexpected. But if what he had attempted succeeded, Lazarus's usage of his signal disrupter would force a temporary network gap, causing the droids to briefly freeze up, like when an organic individual has a black out. If it was successful, it would have been a brief respite, but certainly not a permanent fix. But he wouldn't have needed it to be. Pulling out his own blaster pistol, Lazarus took shots at two of the droids that he'd hoped were now temporarily disabled. If he was going to go down anyway, he'd be damned if it wouldn't go out fighting.