Sentinel Contracts - The Hacker

[Tristar]

Spoiler: The Plot

Hacking is a major concern for all companies and governments regardless of their affiliation, with Cyber-Crime groups posing a considerable threat to Governments and Corporations alike. With that in mind, this assignment should not be too much of a surprise. A collection of Corporate Fixers, alongside Government Officials from Imperial and Dominion space have approached us under the auspices of a NGO to contract us to take out the head of a Cyber-Crime ring operating across multiple regions of space.

The NGO has chosen to contract us as a means of keeping their unprecedented cooperation under wraps; after all, being seen working together is hardly what these people want. Our investigations have shown the the Hacker - known as Viktor Olokov is something of an idealist, and has been leaking confidential government files to black sites around the web, in what he calls a ’Campaign to open the doors on Governments and Corporations’.

Charming. He is currently holed up in the Coruscanti Undercity, so you will need to track him down. A few potential locations can be seen below.

Assets Intel Contacts Location

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  Through our support network on the planet we have secured a speeder for you, closed off roof with tinted windows. Inside the speeder you will be able to access the Sentinel network to request cyber-support should the hacker prove to be a problem.
  
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  We have reason to understand that he has a ‘Friend’ staying in one of the VIP rooms of the local club. She’s set to meet him every third day of the week in the VIP room, however be aware that the area is also the known meeting place for a local gang, The Spice Jackers. Whilst they do not come upstairs unless they have paid, they are known to be exceedingly violent.
  
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  We have no contacts for you with this mission.
  
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  The Undercity is a very dangerous place, that goes without saying, however performing an operation there does have its benefits; namely that it is very easy to enter the area unnoticed.
  

Spoiler: Dramatis Personae

- DM -
@Zaphod Norblebrox

- The Hunter -
Rina-Jan Getchell

- The Jack -
Stefan Dellucci

- The Hacker -
Viktor Olokov

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Downtown Coruscant.

It reeked of the sweat of the lowest of the low, cheap alcohol and drugs that had a fifty-fifty to send on you on a trip to Nirvana or kill you.

It wasn't Nar Shadaa, but hardly anywhere in the galaxy could measure up to the cesspool of filth and crime. The shining-not-really jewel of the universe and Stefan was already missing its bazaar-esque aesthetics. Even in the undercity, there was too much metropolitan feeling. It almost felt as though a third-rate door-to-door travelling business man was going to pop out of the shadows and offer him some new cheap gimmick.

Watching from the rooftop of the parking block overlooking a particularly nondescript row of clubs, Dellucci blended in well with the dark lighting of the undercity. Peeling off the macrobinoculars from his eyes, the ex-mobster chewed on non-existent gum, breathing in the smell of the polluted air; fresh air was a luxury only the social elite could afford and in no way would they be caught with so much of a hair inside the seedy parking lot, much less the lower levels of Coruscant.

The speeder provided wasn't all too eye catching. It was relatively modern, had tinted windows and was the team's cyber support lifeline in case the duo ever encountered some sort of impassable wall. He stepped away from the railing and walked towards the speeder. One swift thump and the boot popped open, revealing a sleek crate: quickly snapping off the locks, a smirk slowly crept up to his face. With a brown trench coat that reminded him of the noire detectives in his favourite dramas he could easily store a single weapon on himself.

Wouldn't pass a quick pat but free passage was always available when you had the right connections.

He pulled out a single golden card that screamed important. A counterfeit credit chip- to the untrained mook, it was worth tens of thousands. To the counterfeiters it was worth several hours of painstaking effort to make it as genuine as possible: who needed a VIP pass when you had ghostly cash? That wasn't the only thing he pulled out from the crate as he stuffed his skeleton key into his pocket. A weapon that had no right to be seen anywhere near civilized as Coruscant, he stuffed the shotgun in his overcoat. It wasn't the only weapon he was bringing along with him, but it was the one that made the biggest bang for its buck.

Turning his head around, he noted the thickening of the crowd in front of the club: it was going to be happy hour soon and Stefan never missed an opportunity for cheap alcohol. 'Front door or back alley?' he asked at the ill-distinguished figure within the shadows. As far as partners in crime went, she at least knew her way around a blaster, for which he was going to be grateful for. 'C'mon, say the front: I'm itching for making noise here buddy.' he said, patting the slight bulge of his coat.

 

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.....Any bounty hunter who had been in the business for more than say, a day, had been to Nar Shaddaa. And if you'd spent more than an hour in the underbelly of the Hutts' prized 'jewel' then you had cut your teeth well enough to handle just about anywhere else that the Mandalorian could care to think of. The bounty hunter could still recall one of her early independent hunts when she was had to stumble and sneak her way through back alleys nursing a broken arm and a shot to the thigh for about two hours before she find a few drops of kolto to take the edge off. On Coruscant, even in its underbelly, you weren't more than an hour away from medical care. Provided your definition of 'medical' and 'care' were fairly liberal.

.....And while she wouldn't have been able to word it quite the same as her mobster companion, the thing about Coruscant's 'underbelly' that drove her to refer to it exclusively in quotation and with a nagging pain in her teeth was that the whole place was too civilized. What Coruscant gangs called protection rackets, Nar Shaddaa would have called security services. Vendors operated on street corners openly fencing stolen goods where anywhere else they at least had the decency to act like they were legitimate businesses. The Mandalorian took a deep pull on her cigarra and winced as she eyed the street: rain-slick and filled with the mingling night-life of the city. Then she looked across the top of the speeder they'd been provided to the half that made this a 'they' situation.

....."You're kidding, right?" She took another draw of her cigarra before exhaling a voluminous cloud of blue-grey smoke into the chilly night air, "What you call 'making some noise' I call 'getting stabbed in the kidneys'." She walked around to stand next to him at the trunk before reaching over the sleek case he'd kept all of his equipment in to grab a simple OD green-colored duffel bag, "They have a saying in my clan: only two types of people ever fought only for its sake." She hefted up the bag with a tired grunt and slung it on to a shoulder, "The dead. And those about to join them."

.....She had already been wearing her tactical armor before even getting into the speeder, but she'd stripped it of its pouches to store everything not absolutely critical in with the rest of her gear. The only exception to this had been the wrist-mounted flame-thrower kept hidden away so well underneath the sleeve of her jacket. But now she stripped the jacket while crouched beneath the lip of the parking garage. Ammo pouches, her belt, her jetpack, more ammo for her Thunderbuster, and other pieces of equipment came free. Then she pulled her gray tactical poncho from the bag to unroll it and reveal its contents: a P-30 APR with a rather large-looking scope atop it, and a Merr-Sonn tactical repeater with a foregrip to compliment the IR laser/light combo and holographic sight that came standard. With both presented she looked up at her partner in crime for the operation.

....."I can stick to the roofs and shoot through the windows, or I can come in with you. Your call."

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@Tristar
@Zaphod Norblebrox

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