Mika, relieved that the captain is not in evidence, though perhaps it would have been better if he had, seems a little confused.

"Devon, you said that this bucket's got some pretty high brow security.  Kind of odd for a puddle jumper like this isn't it?  And that lock on the ramp wasn't any big deal.  Maybe I'm just getting suspicious, but you think we're walking into some sort of trap?"

While waiting for an answer, Mika studies the locked cabinet.  Not willing to let it lie, she plies the data pad and starts seeing if it's something she can slice.

15:13, Today: Mika Trake rolled 26 using 1d20+12. Computer Use - Slice the Cabinet.

Mika examined the locked cupboard for a few moments, realised it was a basic mechanical code lock and she put her datapad down.  Rummaging through her repair kit, she improvised some tools and went to work on the lock.  It proved to be a fairly standard lock and in a little under a minute she had it open.

The locked cupboard contained a few items:  a fairly ordinary blaster pistol with a power pack sat beside it; a stack of Imperial currency, approximately five thousand credits; and three datachips.  Going through them Mika found one contained the registration and ownership data for the ship, another contained the permit for the blaster and the final one contained the captain's travel permits.



OOC:  All fairly standard items to be found in a captain's safe.  A blaster in case of trouble, some cash for when credit just wouldn't cut it and valuable information you wouldn't want to lose in a fire, or have lifted by a lightfingered dock worker, etc

Mika gives a little self-satisfied sigh.  "Look, here's a few things that might be useful."  She collects the cash, the data chips and the power pack.  If the blaster has a power pack in place, she'll pull it as well.

If Devon notes the small scraps and signs of opening the cabinet, she just shrugs it off.  After all, you can't expect a freighter to not acquire a few dings and dents over time.

"So, what's next?  Want me to try to cut through the encryption and bypass the lockdown?"

Unless Devon instructs otherwise, Mika will make her way back to the cockpit and attempt that very thing.

11:33, Today: Mika Trake rolled 22 using 1d20+12. Computer Use - Cut the Encryption.

Devon was frowning at the pictures the holoprojector was showing, apparently deep in thought.  It was several moments before he looked up.
'Be my guest - will be perfectly happy if you can crack it.  Hey... is that the ships registration your looking at?'  his expression suddenly clearing, Devon leaned round to read over Mika's shoulder.

'You know.. if we DO have to track the captain down, this is exactly what we need.  Can I have those?  I'll call the others and get them on it, then come help you.'
Once Mika had handed him the datachips, Devon slotted them into his own datapad.  He spent several moments reading, then activated his commlink and called Xil.

'Four, this is Seven.  We've hit a snag with the ship and might need the captains command codes to crack the lockdown we're looking at.'  Devon hesitated for a moment before continuing.  'Either the command codes or at least an hour longer than I thought.  The captain is not aboard so I'm guessing he's out in town somewhere.  I can give you full details of ship registration, his travel permits, blaster registration and a physical description.  Think you can get on tracking him down?'

Devon continued to page through the data whilst he waited for Xil's response
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Mika passes the datachips to Devon before returning to the bridge.  "Maybe you or A9 could take a look through the computer logs, maybe that'll give you a clue where the captain went."

20:47, Today: Mika Trake rolled 20 using 1d20+15. Repair - Fixing overload.
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"Seven, two things. One, what happened in the acquisition of the ship. Two, you're asking me to try find someone in a city with basically a physical description. I may be able to use his ID info, but only if he has needed to use it. You're going to have to get me more intel if we are to be of any help."

"And Seven, send whatever you do find to both Six and myself"

Devon took a moment to compose himself, today was not turning out to be a good day.  His voice was absolutely, artificially calm when next he spoke.  To anyone who knew the shipjacker well enough, it was clear Devon was angry and trying not to show it - probably angry at himself.
'I screwed up, OK?  Skipping the details: I screwed up, got electrocuted and short circuited the ships security. My hands are still numb from the shock.'

Devon paused and glared at the ceiling for a moment.  He took a deep breath and sounded more natural when he continued.  'Yes, I know what I'm asking... but if we want this ship in less than an hour, we don't have a choice.  I'd start with the local cantinas - I don't recall seeing anywhere to get something to eat here in the port, so he might have gone to a cantina for a meal.  You've got a datapad, right?  I'll send copies to you.'

Whilst the files were copying over, Devon looked at the holoprojector on the desk again.
'Now, he's got a permit for a blaster... but we've got the blaster here.  So unless he's carrying a second, unlicenced blaster.. he's unarmed. And Four?  This guy has a wife and two kids.  I for one don't want to make any orphans today, OK?'
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A9 beeps idly to himself a few times out in the hangar near the computer terminal.  No translation comes through the datapads (and his player assumes Mika's out of earshot).

After a few moments A9 beeps again, flashing a message up to both Devon and Mika via their datapads.

Mika glances at the datapad and nods absently at A9's note.  It was good work, but her mind was stuck in the mode of getting the ship flying herself, not by boosting some freighter bum off the street.

Devon stared in disbelief at the message on his datapad, before activating his comms again.
'Apparently he's at the local Grav-ball arena, taking in the game.  He bought tickets and the game he's watching isnt due to end for a while yet.  Here's the details.'

Devon typed briefly into his datapad before heading back up to the cockpit to help Mika.

A couple of pleased-sounding beeps from A9.

Mika continues to work at trying to bypass the security system by hacking the command codes.  If that fails, she'll look to start taking things apart and getting at the guts of the ship.

Rann's voice comes over comms “Ten how quick can you send me a virus to beat a basic vending droid?”

Mika gives a curse at the interruption, stops her efforts and snags her comlink.  "I don't know, it'd take a pretty long while, I've not tried to make a droid virus before.  3's a better choice for it or if she's busy, get to a comms and call 11.  If I have to stop and do it, we're not making our deadline."
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Mika, even more exasperated at the second interruption, sets her tools down, grabs the comlink and thumbs the control.  She makes no attempt to disguise the irritation in her voice, "I can get the ship in the air a hell of a lot quicker than I can write some sort of virus code for a droid."

'Yeah.' grumbled Devon to no one in particular as he returned from the captains cabin and crouched down next to Mika. It was perhaps for the best that he had switched his comm to receive-only and Rann wouldn't hear him.
'Call the droid expert and leave the engineers to do the engineering.'

Devon examined Mika's work, trying to get an idea for what she was attempting and how he could help.
'How about if I open up the parallel databus and try to bypass the logic gates?'
Popping another inspection panel off, Devon set to work again.

Devon paused in his work to listen with growing disbelief to the comm chatter.
He looked across at Mika with wide eyes, double checked his comm was set to receive only and frantically signalled her to do the same.  He sure as hell didnt want anything he was about to say to go out on the commlink whilst a storm trooper was listening in.

Only once Mika had turned her commlink to receive only/off did he speak.

Mika, setting her comlink to receive only, gives Devon a mystified shake of her head.

Devon nods agreement.

With a plan settled on, Devon got back to work, muttering to himself as he worked feverishly to bypass the lockout.

Some time later A9 can be heard to beep excitedly at his post out near the hangar computer, and a message pops up on both Devon and Mika's datapads.

::Designated Talon units Eleven and Nine are on their way here!  ETA ten standard minutes!::

Mika glances at her datapad, then looks to see if Devon's noted the message.  "Looks like we're going to have company.  How do you think they'll get through the front gate?  Blast their way in?"

Devon was busy rereading the message, and hurridly typing a reply.
"I really hope not.  I'm asking A9 to ask them how they plan to get in here.  What do we do?  One of us go out and meet them or what?"

After a bit A9 responds.

Mika shrugs.  "I don't think we have any magic pill for getting them through the gate.  I think we stick it out here and get the ship moving.  A9 can let us know if they get through the gate and if they do, then one of us can go see about guiding them back here.  It would be good to have a bit more muscle about."

OOC:  Are Mika and Devon seeing any positive results to their attempted ship jacking?