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Post by Esteban Bridges on May 25, 2015 18:09:42 GMT -6
Esteban took a step back and let the mercenaries talk amongst themselves. He grabbed his helmet hanging from his belt and slid it over his head, hiding the scowl he was holding back. It felt like he was just ignored. The nano-latched clicked into place, creating a flawless air-tight seal. The air filtration system whirled to life, pumping in cool oxygen into his suit. The interior of his helmet lit up as his HUD activated, displaying charts, video feeds, and data streams that only Esteban could read.
"Data, send a message to the team. I am still tied into the docking bay's security system. I will be falsifying sensor data to show that the mercenaries here killed each other in a botched hijacking attempt."
He stepped around a couple of crates, careful to avoid some blood pooling around one of the many downed mercenaries. "Use the bay's sensors to identify the mercenaries wounds and. Run the program 'Video Faux' in order to extrapolate the location and position of the mercenaries when they died. See if the program is adequate to create a draft video of the mercenaries killing each other."
Esteban paused at one of the crates slightly ajar and peeked inside. It was dried rations. He shrugged and moved on, reading his HUD while wandering the docking bay....
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 26, 2015 11:27:05 GMT -6
The man in black armor explained to Eric how his entire time with Esteban and the others has been a compromise on his normal security measures and protocols after escaping from Cerberus. That Joseph could not understand this was largely his problem and if the matter was to be discussed further it should be done later after tempers subsided. "I need to go check out the shuttle bay,” Maelstrom concluded. “As you said, VI's and improvisation are the best combination." Eric nodded and allowed his friend to leave. His omni-tool then alerted him to a newly received message. It was from his employer. It outlined his plan to feed false data to the docking bay sensors and cameras so that C-Sec would believe the enemy mercs did each other in while trying to seize the Valiant. Eric wandered carefully through the bay and came upon Esteban scanning the bodies and damage in front of him into his helmet cams.
“Been dealin’ with a fair amount o’ fake vids lately,” Eric mused aloud. “How many LY away you figure your smokescreen’ll give us before they catch on?”
As he waited for a reply, he remembered that Maelstrom had mentioned another friend that worked on the Cronauer vid. He hoped this friend’s services would not be called in to decipher Esteban’s efforts.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on May 28, 2015 1:19:14 GMT -6
"... give us before they catch on?"
Esteban simply shook his head while Data started to compile the necessary information.
"Investigations occur when there is inconsistency in proof," Esteban began to answer the former N7's concern the best he could. "Most amateurs only alter the video feed but forget to alter all the other sensor data as well, thus creating inconsistencies within the data streams. I am altering every sensor log for the docking bay at once, making sure the storage devices are applying the necessary time stamps, and processing the new data through the system's own anti-hacking systems in order to make sure it is all accepted."
Esteban tapped a quick command into his omnitool, instructing his VI on how to proceed with the stored heat maps in the infrared detectors.
"The only proof left behind of hacking is at the junction I was at no more than fifteen minutes ago. The maintenance staff, assuming they are doing their jobs effectively, should stumble on it when they are doing their annual rounds. Realistically, however, the Keeper staff would have removed any sign of tampering at that point."
Esteban shrugged, reading the final stream of data on his HUD. "The one who employed these mercenaries will know the data is forged. But if they try to tell C-Sec about it, they will leave a trail that I can follow to identify them. Not that it matters anyways. The person hired mercenaries to do his or her job. Quite a few of them, in fact. It should be rather easy to find out who is behind this..."
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 28, 2015 8:39:27 GMT -6
“Whoever it is’z probably royally pissed off by now,” agreed Eric. “Trying to bump us off’s gettin’ more n’ more expensive. They’re bound to be off their game, make mistakes…” Esteban continued his scans as Eric brought up a new subject.
“Hey B…? So how did you n’ Marcius hook up? Turians usually don’t see business as warfare; they have the volus for that.”
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Post by Esteban Bridges on May 29, 2015 20:54:44 GMT -6
"Hey B…? So how did you n’ Marcius hook up? Turians usually don’t see business as warfare; they have the volus for that."
Esteban hit play on Data's latest construction of the faux video, studying it while answering the former N7.
"We were going for the same dig site," Esteban responded with the practiced line, used to answering this question. "And it was practical to combine our resources to complete the job. But... there was a bit more than that."
Esteban smirked to himself. "Turians have a far easier time acquiring permits for excavation than Terrians. It's a sad reality of Citadel politics. So I need him. Plus, he needs my connections and experience to identify and vet potential dig sites. It is a convenient partnership. What do you think of him?"
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 30, 2015 23:34:57 GMT -6
Eric gave his assessment as he kept pace with his employer, maintaining some distance as the survey continued.
"Well he's definitely a whip cracker with a low tolerance for screw ups but then that's most turians. He walks the business talk but I think he's also been itchin' to fight and our lil' campaign's exactly what he's been lookin' for. In a way, while you were diggin' up treasure you were actin' as his scout searchin' for a worthy opponent. Pirates? Bandits? They ain't shit compared ta Reapers!"
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Post by Esteban Bridges on May 31, 2015 3:41:21 GMT -6
Esteban ran another simulation and another, not quite happy with the results. The fight needed to look sudden, as if one or two of the mercenaries turned on the rest, and then hell broke loose. Data was close, but not there yet. Esteban punched in a quick command in order to guide his VI while he listened to Eric.
"I think Marcius will be in for a surprise when he sees you in action. After what I seen you pull off at the Collector base, the Reapers wouldn't be a worthy opponent for you. I think we'd need someone like Commander Shepard..."
Data displayed the newest video, showing the battle beginning as a small dispute that quickly got out of hand. It was fast and deadly, lasting only six seconds. Esteban smiled at the results and began reviewing the other data feeds that needed to be uploaded as well. "I'm pretty sure the next mission will be like a vacation for you. Have you ever worked an infiltration mission before?"
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 1, 2015 13:04:56 GMT -6
Eric suppressed amusement at his employer citing that only the N7's protégé would be a match for him, snorting and shaking his head.
"Actually I have, though it's not typical for N7s. There was a mission where they needed someone to pose as a low-level arms dealer fluent in Russian and familiar with Eastern Bloc nationalities. That had me written all over it. Then there was that mission where I hadda go undercover at a resort to... forcibly extract a middleman suspected o' workin' both sides of a conflict over territory in the Attican Traverse. Got the-uh- tech workin' with me to hack into the guy's crutchframe and 'walk' him out. Ran into some difficulties but overall we got our man."
"I wouldn't call Noveria a vacation, exactly. There're types over there who don't need weapons to take you down. A keystroke or a legal loophole may not seem like much but in their hands they'd do more damage than any hardware you're packin..."
Eric smirked his familiar cocksure grin. "But then you n' Marcius know how to deal with those types, dontcha?"
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