Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

Before taking off on patrol, Tyber had been hard at work. Hitting the streets, scanning the Holonet. Through those investigations, he had uncovered something.

His helmet sitting on his desk, a cold cup of caff on a coaster, the Mandalorian followed the link, making his way to the chat room.

"Colonel! I've found something!" He grabbed his headset commlink, connecting to Hala's code.

<Rav3n has logged in>

<Sudaj131 has logged in>
<Sudaj131> a/s/l

The Mandalorian slumped down, an audible groan as he brought his forehead to his palm.

"It may be nothing, Colonel. Garbage in the data, perhaps."

Looking at the chat screen, he didn't respond.

*five minutes passed*

<Sudaj131> a/s/l

Fingers tapping on the desk, frustratio mounting on the lieutenants face. Still, he had found the coded messages...

<Rav3n> 18/they-them/Varas Point

<Sudaj131 would like to share a file with you.>

Fingers tapping. Another comm to the colonel. "I may need your assistants help when you all get back." He sighed...

And clicked accept.

"I swear if this..." cursing under his breath, Tyber waited.

A folder is downloaded and in the folder is two hundred and forty pictures of chibi wookiees in maid outfits in suggestive poses but every fifth picture as a chibi picture of an Imperial military officer in a suggestive pose as well. Picture 195 has a Chibi suggestive Hala bending over to dust a desk with a hydro-duster.

<Sudaj131 has disconnected>

OOC: Knowledge Education, Core Worlds, or Computers at Average with a setback to glean the meaning.

(Spending 100 credits to pass an average Knowledge check with Bought Info talent)

Tyber was not someone who was brilliant with computers.

But what he was is resourceful. Knowing how to spend credits and who to spend it with. A career of finding network connections to pay off.

The suggestive image of the Colonel made his face beet red.

A duros civilian operative he has worked with took a gander and whistled revealing, “Well chap my arse and call me Betsy what you got here is what I like to call a triple dunk picture. See the image is just one of several layers of data, extracting that data is pretty simple and well…”

“Chap my arse, ain’t that beat all we got ourselves names, locations and looks like observation notes of daily activities. Well I ain’t have to be knee high to duth bug to know this is a list of some type, tell you what.”

He tipped his hat, “Don’t wanna know… I don’t wanna know but you enjoy your little list of targets there mister.”

"Don't spend those all in one place." Tyber grinned, taking the list.

Grabbing his comm again, contacting the Colonel.

"Colonel. I have something you need to take a look at ASAP."

This time, Hala picked up the comlink.

"Sorry Rook, was speaking with a very dedicated Security officer."

"Give me the room," she said, faintly. She had lowered her link. There was the sound of scraping and footsteps before finally she came back clearly.

"Alright, we're clear. Go ahead."

"I decoded a message from an Eagle cell. With what I found, and working with one of our analysts here, I have a list of targets, places, and recon intel on personnel all over the system." He paused again, scanning the data visually as he did so.

"Ma'am. We can get a jump on them. Who, where, and when they are going to hit. It is comprehensive."

"Do you have an idea of how to verify the information without simply allowing an incident to take place to try and authenticate it?" she asked after a moment, "Does it include any names or ways to substantiate it's veracity?"

"Only names of targets. No identifiers for who the terrorists are. Sorry, ma'am." He was somber as he spoke the words. "Whoever these cells are, they are good. I can hit the streets first thing in the morning. I have patrol scheduled this afternoon." He pursed his lips, holding the comm up.

"It looks like they may know which officers are planetside. In the weird image files, they had one made up of you. Of course, it could be a coincidence. You are an ambassador, after all."

"Could be, but good to know. I will try to limit my direct inquiries. All data is good, we just need to be careful not to overly interpret it. Do what you can to ensure OpSec over this information, and try not to reveal we possess this information in your patrol."

She fell silent for a moment, then opened her comlink again, "Don't worry Rook, you did well. If the Eagle were careless enough to reveal their entire operation to someone who accessed their communications network, we wouldn't be needed to deal with them."

"Oh. Thank you, ma'am." He tried to hide the pride in his voice. Or was it the redness in his face from hearing congratulations from her.

"And you can count on me, Colonel. Discretion is the name of the game. I would suggest your assistant scrubs my workstation when you all get back. Just to double check they didn't leave anything else behind."

"Good idea, Rook. Hold one," she said before her voice trailed off. A few clicks and pops came over the comlink.

"Ms. Jutrian, can you do a follow up on Lt. Rook's hardware?"

"Yes sir," answered a new voice. "Should I pick it up LT or would you like to leave it on your desk. Should have it back in an hour or two."

"I'll leave it on my workstation. Just as it is." He nodded as he spoke, tapping the datapad with the information that was unencrypted. "We're going to get this terrorist scum, Colonel. I know we will."