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The wheel clicks...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
>>Operation 1: Labyrinthine
>> Encoding Status: Active
>>Passive Recording archiving
The Unitech Diagnostic Systems Diverters were in place. Cicsero looked at his palm datasearch device powered by the latest advanced datasearch engine 14C.
It was amazing, really, how Gormul, Intel's resident Research and Developing Agent, used everyday items to enhance the reach and abilities of Intel's children.
The Analysis/Encoding computers had nearly finished all the subroutines. Aided by the Intellex Automaton IV Internal Computer (borrowed from a nearby companion), there was no system left uncopied.
The "bridges" created by the systems diverters would leave him virtually undetectable. And even then, with hackers, inferior constructs and the general techy lowlifes that Coruscant housed he would be extremely hard to pinpoint.
He looked at the archive and smiled.
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Seventeen diverter systems installed...and that is just here.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
A tightbeam signal was sent to it's proper recepticle and Cicsero started to close operations.
Upon entering the area, he was pleased to find that the transport had arrived with the needed items.
Thousands upon thousands of the MerenData 45-T Info Cores
It took him a while to get the automation devices ready to retool his "companions" but he had the time. The a/e computers would take time, especially with the more encrypted files.
He disconnected the Automaton Series IV and moved it back to it's host. Snapping the encasing back into place, there was not much left for him to do.
Slowly, one by one, his companions left to reenter service.
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Everything was copied and none too soon for it looks like there were visitors.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
He was about to dismiss the efforts as one of Coruscant resident geeks who sat behind terminals day in and out finding out ways to hack into planetary operations computers when his shadowing devices picked up the localized area of interest.
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High Command Database -Main<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
He grinned a rather grim smile.
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The New Republic is here..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
He pulled out a single datapad and flipped it in his hand. The software device on his pad would work to his benefit...especially with everything tightbeam.
The datapad he held (TC-40 Padlink) needed to connect to a mate for it to really be effective.
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Where to go? Where to go?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Before he left the area, he pulled up an image up (one of millions) from the security systems.
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So a revolution begins anew does it? What happens when revolutionaries go to war?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
The irony was almost overwhelming.
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..and this is the reason why noone is being alerted..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
In the middle of the image stood a scruffy looking fellow in a black trenchcoat, recognized as the former Head of Security, Coruscant. He had a weapon outstretched and the Planetary Governer was sprawled back, his hand mangled by a presumably earlier blast.
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Fool<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
He saw that the cyphers were recording a data change. One where this assassin was the new Planetary Leader. They seemed to be so hell bent on making sure there was data confirming his imaginary office that they hadn't stopped to realize that while computers can be fooled, people couldn't.
Everyone in the "planetary government" (such as it was) would know the usurper was a fake.
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Unless he plans to strongarm...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
..more data was recovered and sent via tightbeam. He turned his gaze from the monitor and shut it down.
His last companion left.
The New Republic prided itself on it's moral stance (however misplaced) especially against the Empire.
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The black rook takes the black king...but alas,...the White Queen has yet to make an appearance on the board.
Soon enough.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Ciscero laughed to himself as he left the area.