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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 12, 2009 2:47:04 GMT -5
((Closed topic. Please talk to me or Aeon if you want to join in.)) ::Jadoch left the Jedi Temple's main hangar in the back of a gunship, which would drop him at an intelligence safe house. There he would be outfitted in clothing of a style commonly worn by most Coruscanti citizens. Workout robes would attract too much attention, as would a lightsaber hilt. While sitting in the gunship's bay, he also requested Aeon's reports on the bodies of the spies, as well as the reports - official and unofficial - of the various agencies assigned to work the case. Jedi were rarely called to domestic cases such as this. After receiving his change of clothes, Jadoch finally received the requested reports. As he strapped the SSK-7 Heavy Blaster pistol he'd also been given to his hip, he started reading through the reports themselves. As Aeon had said, all of the accounts hit had been opened by companies based in the CoCo district. The Senate had sent spies into the area, and their bodies had been found with peculiar burns determined by Aeon to be of Bothan origin. They'd also attempted to trace the perpetrators electronically, but as Aeon had witnessed, the files had disappeared as soon as they were accessed. After reading over the reports, Jadoch promptly deleted them from his datapad, removed all access to the Jedi Archives, and erased everything on it, replacing it with one provided by the Intelligence community, making him look 'normal'. The one thing that was hard to conceal was his lightsaber, but again, his contact excelled. Not two hours after being given the schematics, the agent provided the shell of a glowrod and a way to hook them up. An hour after receiving the parts, Jadoch no longer had a lightsaber, he had a custom-detailed glowrod. A hidden switch would instantly detach the parts in case of an emergency as well. Once he was ready, he stepped out to the open-air balcony and stepped into the speeder that had been provided for him. Just as he couldn't go around in workout clothes with a lightsaber on his belt, he couldn't ride around in a gunship at all times. This just completed his cover. Similar to the glowrod, the speeder was rigged with a series of letters and numbers to unlock the speed governor and lane access limiter, as well as the power limiter for the short blaster cannon on each stabilizer. Gunning the speeder like any hotshot kid, he headed for the CoCo district to begin his mission.:: Blaster Pistol: Airspeeder: Glowrod/Lightsaber:
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 12, 2009 23:54:40 GMT -5
::CoCo Town, or the Collective Commerce District, was an upper-level commercial district. There were a number of very profitable restaurants and other businesses there, including the infamous Dex's Diner. It was Dex's Diner that had been hit first, and it was Dex's Diner that Jadoch would begin with.
Despite the fact that Dex had died a very long time ago, the owners hadn't changed the name...all the locals knew it by that name and wouldn't exactly support the name change. It took quite a few passes through the district, but eventually Jadoch was able to find it. Frustratingly, as he found it, the diner rose up on its repulsors and lifted off, heading to a new location. At his current speed, Jadoch overshot the floating diner by a considerable amount, and by the time he made his way back around the diner was curving around a corner.
After nearly half a standard hour of chasing the diner through various alleyways and levels, it finally docked. Jadoch made his way to the nearest place to park, then found his way to the diner itself. Once inside, and after ordering a cup of juri juice with his nerfsteak, Jadoch took out his datapad and set it on the table, leaving it still while he ate.
His cover had been created from the ground up. A disgruntled government aide who had recently been released for hacking and selling government files, 'Krolar Janad' was now a petty thief, a hacker for hire. He'd been picked up by the sector security forces a few times, but the charges had never seemed to stick. Now, Krolar was scanning transactions occurring in the diner. Each transaction brought him a little closer to the secret to unlocking the diner's accounts, but the best would be for last.
Half a standard hour later, Krolar stood and walked out. The waitress had swiped the card linked to his credit account, and he'd left. All the while he'd been scanning, and when his card had been swiped a tiny program had been uploaded to the banking system. It was recognized by the security bureau first, then was released into the system to its destination. Combined with the data he'd gathered, Krolar was now able to hack into the accounts tied to Dex's Diner by pressing three buttons on his pad. He pressed those three buttons, then withdrew ten times the cost of his lunch from the system.
He'd been granted access to the banking and governmental systems, along with a few of his programs, for the express purpose of catching the thieves. So long as he logged every hack he made, every credit he stole, he was allowed to steal. It would get him closer to the thief or thieves.::
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 13, 2009 2:13:19 GMT -5
::Krolar's next destination was the Bithuband. Unlike the diner, though, he didn't case the place, because he'd be spotted immediately if he did. However, he did hack into the architecture for the building - courtesy of the local fire departments - and studied them. There was the front area, very small, open for any walk-in customers. The rear area was very large, and was labeled as an electrical hazard. Using the link tied into the hazard warning, Krolar found that the area was thick with sound equipment.
Once he'd studied the setup closely, he entered the building. As were many of the musicians reported to work with the company, the receptionist was a Bith. Krolar listened to the styles that the company offered, offered a price that he could pay, and received a list of musicians that would accept that price. With a resigned air, Krolar nodded and promised that he'd be in touch.
Thirty minutes later, safely ensconced in the apartment rented in 'his' name, Jadoch sat at a full computer terminal, typing rapidly. Two hours after that, his program was complete and had been uploaded to his account. Unlike the other program he'd used, this one was complex and very stealthy, and hadn't been formally approved by the security net. However, it used pieces that had been approved, all tied together by a benign piece of code that wasn't flagged by the security rules.
At three hours, Jadoch called the Bithuband via untraceable comlink. He let them know the band he was reserving, and made a small deposit to hold the reservation. With that deposit came a series of code, some transmitted with the money transfer, some shifted over later by the rest of the program. Another three buttons, and like the accounts to Dex's Diner, this place was at his fingertips. He didn't withdraw any money, though, he left that to his program. This one was designed as a long-term program, and would shave off three percent of every credit deposited in the account when the account was over a certain amount. Any money in the account right now, even if the account was over the designated amount, would not be touched. It was a very stealthy, very long-term program.
Across the district, another hacker was sitting in front of his collection of terminals, spinning from one to another at an almost dizzying pace. He now had two alerts waiting for his attention, and he still had a program to finish in the next two hours, or he'd be dead. Rushed, he looked over what he had done, decided it was adequate, and sent it off, then shifted his attention to the alerts.
These alerts concerned him far more than his deadline, though. It appeared there was a new hacker in this part of town, one who put his skills to the same general use that this person did. Already, he knew what his bosses would want. Either the newcomer could get out of town, or he could join the group. Either way, they needed more information before a decision could be made. The hacker pressed a sequence of buttons, and programs started to track the activities of the newcomer. He'd be found soon enough.
Ithys Dar'enth's hair rippled as he stared at the Botha streaming across his holomonitors. The hunt was on.::
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 16, 2009 3:19:03 GMT -5
::Two hours after Ithys's search began, it ended, calling for his attention with a repeating beep. With a start, he woke up...he'd fallen asleep at his collection of terminals. A sudden rush focused his attention on the pining terminal as he remembered what the beep signified. With a keystroke he shut down the alarm and another brought up the results.
Both accounts had been hacked after interacting with a number of other accounts. However, they had one account in common. Hacking into the government records, he noticed that the account was held by one Krolar Janad, and followed the information to Janad's last known location, paid for by that same account recently. That caused a grin to cross Ithys's snout...it was a rookie mistake. He made a call to his boss.
Little did Ithys know that this wasn't a mistake. In fact, it was a deliberate 'error'. In theory, Jadoch knew that multiple accounts was safer, and having a program on his access chit that randomly rotated through them was safest of all, and not difficult to do. However, he wanted to be found, and Krolar Janad did make mistakes. He wouldn't be credible if he didn't.
He'd built a certain line of code into the program he'd uploaded that alerted him if the program was being scanned or had been detected. So far it had notified him only once, and since he'd slipped it past security, he figured it had to be the gang member. Luckily, he'd been "smart" in making that part of the program, and hadn't made it viewable to others. It was hidden by numerous other layers of code, a number of which were complex and ambiguous.
Just to up the ante a bit, Jadoch did a search for the District Theatre's accounts. It took a few hours, but he was able to narrow down the locations. The owners of the Theatre were smart, they had multiple accounts with multiple banks. However, after watching the transactions go through, Jadoch was able to ascertain which accounts belonged to the Theatre. Apparently there was a show starting pretty soon, the number of transactions was high.
He used the time to start assembling another program. He used elements of the others, but made this one different, sculpted it to fit his needs. Working quickly, he entered the central database that linked the various accounts and uploaded a program there. Since it accessed multiple accounts, it was more likely to be watched, and thus he hid various portions of it outside the database itself, and simply had it remotely access parts accessible through other computer systems.
This program was essentially a mixture of the other two. It wasn't designed to be long-term, but the longer it was active the more money it would garner for him. For every sale that was made, regardless of the total amount, the program would shave half a credit into a holding account set up by 'Krolar'. It was a major theatre, there were a few thousand people at each showing. Essentially, he'd get a credit for every two purchases made. Money...it was good to have it. It was better to have money and an investment plan.
Once the peak time of sales had slowed back down to nearly zero, Jadoch uploaded the program and made sure the other parts were accessible. He figured that it would set off more alarms with the gang, if that was who he'd alerted with his previous program. Now, however, it was time to wait and see, and it was usually best to get a bit of sleep before heading into a potentially harmful situation. He sat back in the chair and concentrated, reaching out for the flow of the Force that was omnipresent. He allowed it to flow over and around him, calming him and putting him into a light daze, just enough to rest.
Back at Ithys's place, more alarms were ringing. Another program had been uploaded by an unfriendly user into what was supposed to be friendly computer space. He did another trace...took longer, but it was the same person. Instead of a smile, now, a hint of a snarl crossed his face...this was going too far. He sent another message to his boss, this time priority encoded, and strongly recommended his boss send a team to pick up this new hacker. If he really was as good as he seemed, then they could use him...and if he refused, or if he wasn't worth the time, they'd kill him. He was infringing on their territory, after all.::
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Post by Aeon Kensho™ on Aug 16, 2009 13:08:25 GMT -5
(Watching information come across the database of CoCo city. I knew Jadoch was doing his thing. He would proceed precisely that much was for certain. Jadoch was very through when he took an assignment, That much was already obvious.)
(Watching theft spiking more and more, Missing credits being reported. Sitting at a computer terminal in the restricted Jedi master library. Jadoch's mission would take some careful maneuvering on his part. Trusting him I allow him to work on his own. In this matter I would only slow him down.)
(Watching more information come across the screen. My feelings tell me Jadoch was at work in CoCo town. He would do things his way and that was fine. Jedi cherished individuality, We encouraged it. That is why the path of the Jedi sentinel wasn't blocked to Jadoch.)
(Jadoch hadn't made contact since leaving the Jedi temple. Surely it could jeopardize his mission. That was under standable. Rubbing my chin staring into the blue screen. I couldn't help feeling concern about Jadoch. He could take care of himself. Yet with all my students he was like one of my children, Our bond was forging quickly. I could sense Jadoch wasn't suffering or in danger.)
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 20, 2009 17:15:34 GMT -5
((Who would have thought it? I have free time at school.))
::Forty-five minutes after getting the message about a new hacker in the area preying on their turf, the boss grabbed a couple of friends, shoved blasters in their hands, and rounded the corner, heading towards Jadoch's apartment. As he approached, the boss grumbled underneath his breath...this was supposed to be a team of hackers accumulating riches quietly, not a team of street brutes. He didn't have much of a choice if they were going to keep getting rich quietly, or keep getting rich at all. It was their money this newb was stealing.
All of the entry keypads in this area had been programmed with an override code long ago, and it had simply been a matter of getting his hands on that code. But he was a hacker, one of the best, so it had been easy. So when he and his friends approached Jadoch's locked door, all he had to do was hit twelve keys in a specific order and the door unlocked quietly. With a little push, he opened it the rest of the way and entered, blaster held at the ready.
Jadoch's room was located in a rarely-used corridor. In fact, there were two other rooms along the hall, and one of them was an electrical closet. So when the new presences made themselves visible on his mental radar, he'd awoken and kept a mental eye on them...they had the definite feel of animosity. When they entered the room, though, allowing the light of the hallway to pour into the dark room, he grabbed for his blaster, purposely fumbling it and dropping it on the floor.::
Freeze.
::The boss was really enjoying his new power. Being at this end of a blaster was a new experience for him, and he was getting a rush from it. He'd almost pulled the trigger stub when the resident had grabbed for his blaster, but in true hacker form the resident had dropped it...he didn't know how to handle it. Confident now that the other hacker wouldn't do anything stupid, the boss pointed to one of his lackeys.::
Get the lights.
::As the lights came up, Rayf Sa'streng was surprised to see a sullen-looking Falleen glaring at him from the only chair in the room. From what Ithys had told him, the hacker had sounded like a Bothan, not a Falleen. Still, he didn't think of himself as a xenophobe, so if this Krolar was up to scratch, he'd be welcomed in.::
So tell me, Krolar Janad, why it is you're hacking into my territory? I have a vested interest into the accounts in this area...
I didn't realize there were too many gangs in this area. And you access the accounts? Why?
We could own the area if we wanted to. Everything's held in computers now...we're here to get rich. You haven't answered my question yet, and that gets on my nerves.
Like you, I'm here to get rich. I worked for the GA, they fired me for getting too far into the database, and I'm here to get my revenge on them by stealing money.
Show me an example of your code.
Why, so you can steal that after you kill me?
No, you dimwit, so I can see if you're up to spec to join us. We pool the money we steal and split it evenly, which adds another layer between us and the hunters.
::Shooting a final glare at Rayf, Jadoch swiveled back to his terminal and selected a program, opening it and letting the code spill across the holoprojector for the others to see. Rayf read it all, mentally compiling it, and nodded...the code wasn't the sleekest or most efficient, but it was better than some written by the idiots that worked with the group. Krolar was in.
Rayf handed Krolar a piece of flimsi with only two lines of letters and numbers on it.::
Welcome to the group, Krolar. That first line is a comm address for Ithys, our coordinator. The second is an account number to deposit your winnings for splitting. We split the take once a week.
And what if I don't want to join your group?
Then you die here and now.
Then I guess I'm in.
Good choice. See you around. By the way, you can call me Rayf.
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 28, 2009 2:11:31 GMT -5
::Rayf left, his bully-boys following. Jadoch swiveled slowly, following their movements until they were completely out of his apartment, then stood and collected his blaster, holstering it. He had almost used the Force to bring it to him, but had rethought that decision, remembering that the others had been in the apartment and they could have set up hidden cameras while he wasn't looking.
Once he had the blaster back, he locked the door and went back to his desk and began a very thorough sweep of the two rooms that made up his little conapt. He did find one bug, audio only, and quickly removed it, then returned to his computer. He now had a deadline, one that he couldn't afford to miss.
For the next eight hours, Jadoch simply sat at his terminal and typed. He had enough information now that he could do what he wanted to, to write the program that would eventually be the death knell of this group of thieves. It was extremely involved, and he blinked only five times in the entire time. It was completed at the end of that time, but he couldn't lay back to rest just yet...one more necessary task before variables entered into the equation.
Retrieving his comlink, Jadoch entered the code Rayf had given him to contact Ithys and waited, listening to the beeping on the other end. Finally, a computerized voice answered, informing Jadoch that he would be met outside the Central Gathering Hall in roughly twenty-three minutes. Furthermore, he was not to access the account number he'd been given, as it had been compromised. Instead, he was to bring an access chit to the meet, encrypted of course.
Without having to look it up, Jadoch knew that he was twenty-one standard minutes away from the Hall with standard traffic patterns. Instantly he whirled, taking the quickest route to his speeder, which he instantly revved and launched. Traffic was lighter than usual today, and he made it in twenty minutes...three minutes to spare. He used the extra time to create a datachip that would allow access to the account he'd used to store the money in...with some security precautions.
The encryption was severe, and there were multiple layers. It took a whole two minutes to pound out the five lines of code to encrypt the data, and another three seconds to link his existing program with it. Once this Ithys took the card and got Jadoch's thumbprint to verify, he'd need a keycode to access it. That access would have to be routed through Ithys's central computer via his datapad, due to the card type not being supported on the standard public data-terminal, and thus the program would be released. One code determined whether to simply release the money, another to release the money and the program, and another to just release the program.
The program itself would use Ithys's central computer to find all the accounts accessed and to see if they were receiving money or if they'd had money withdrawn. It would also go through the internal database and finger the members of the guild, then forward the information clandestinely to Jadoch. In turn, he would forward the information to Galactic Alliance Intelligence, and would round up those members he could. Plans set in motion mere days ago were coming to fruition.::
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Aug 30, 2009 3:28:50 GMT -5
::Ithys showed up exactly on time. Not unexpected, given his status as the coordinator. He wasn't out of place, this was a common meeting place and all sorts of species were milling about. Species rarer than Falleen even...there was a flash of blue skin as a Chiss passed by across the crowd. Said Chiss was not Aeon, though, thankfully. A blown cover would be such a poor way to end this line of pursuit.::
You have the chip?
Of course. Here.
:Jadoch tossed the chip to Ithys, who almost dropped it, then shot Jadoch a glare. Ithys was not an athlete, and his hand-eye coordination was terrible, despite his near-perfect hand-finger coordination. Despite that, he slipped the card into his datapad, then ran the information through his computer. When the response came back for the security, he nodded, handing the pad to Jadoch.
Before he entered the code, Jadoch paused, looking in askance at Ithys.::
Ithys, Rayf said you were the coordinator. Does that mean that he's in charge and you just organize everything?
Idiot, we can't stand here all day. Decrypt the chip.
I'll decrypt it when you tell me the truth.
::Jadoch added a little Force power to the suggestion unconsciously, as well as making full use of his pheromones.::
Yes, technically, Rayf is the leader. As coordinator, though, I have free reign, and can usually convince him to do what I want him to. Satisfied? Good...decrypt the chip.
Fine, fine.
::Jadoch pressed his thumb against the screen, which flashed once and asked for a code. Hesitating for a split second, he keyed in the second of three codes...release the program and the money. Rayf was in charge, he'd bolt if something went wrong.::
Here.
::Jadoch handed Ithys the datapad. Ithys glanced at it then pocketed it, nodded, and walked away. Without hesitation, Jadoch turned and walked in a different direction enough to get lost in the crowd, then started following Ithys. The Bothan pulled a comlink out of another pocket and started speaking...Jadoch could barely hear him, and not nearly well enough to tell what he was saying.
Curious, he extended himself ever so slightly into the flow of the Force, concentrating on Ithys. The words spoken by the Bothan snout seemed to float on the nonexistent wind to Jadoch's ears, and he listened as Ithys confirmed the drop with Rayf. Once he closed the connection and entered the nearby apartment building, Jadoch made his move.
Ithys was blissfully unaware of what was behind him...as soon as they passed an empty room on the first floor, Jadoch shoved the Bothan inside and quickly followed. One hand slapped the door-close function while the other pulled and aimed the blaster pistol, centered on Ithys's head. As soon as the door closed, Jadoch pointed a datapad-ish device at Ithys, immediately killing all electronic connections with the outside world.::
Ithys Dar'enth, you are under arrest for the crimes of hacking and thieving. Under the authority of the Jedi Council, I command you to surrender.
::At those words, Ithys looked like he'd received an electrical shock. There was no rippling hair...there was just hair standing straight on end...it made him look like a puffball. He glanced around to see what he could do, and seeing nothing he shrugged, holding his arms out to be cuffed.
Jadoch had no cuffs with him, though, so he made a short call to his contact, who sent an agent to lead Ithys away. The contact wanted to move in on the others immediately, but Jadoch insisted that he'd send them the information shortly, including the location he would be leading the assault on. Reluctantly, the contact agreed, and urged Jadoch to hurry. No doubt Rayf would find out soon about Ithys's capture.::
((Don't worry, almost done.))
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Post by Jadoch Taithum on Sept 3, 2009 17:11:32 GMT -5
::Pulling out his datapad as he walked out of the hotel, Jadoch accessed the data now flowing to his system. Scanning it, he recognized Rayf's name and entered that database entry. He was impressed by the neatness and detail of the data kept...apparently Ithys had been stockpiling this data just in case he got caught. In theory he'd be able to turn over the evidence for a reduced or even completely nullified sentence. Of course there would be no such deal now, but even so it was very useful.
Jadoch pulled Rayf's comlink frequency and address, then pulled out his own comlink and called Rayf. He'd already thought of a cover in case Rayf asked why Jadoch wanted to meet...Ithys had recommended that he show his code to Rayf in person and explain the idiosyncracies of it. There was no real way that Rayf could refuse that recommendation.::
Rayf here.
Rayf, this is Krolar. Ithys gave me your frequency.
Oh, and why did he do that?
He wants me to explain my code to you. He said he was confused by the intricacies of it.
Fine, then. Have him give you my address...have a few of the others over here right now too.
Will do. See you in a few.
::Jadoch switched the comlink frequency to that of his contact's comlink and forwarded him the information on the group. It was all the information from Ithys's computer, as well as the fact that Jadoch was going to Rayf's apartment. The contact didn't like it, but he sent a few officers there that would follow Jadoch in. Once that was done, he crossed the plaza and got into his speeder, headed for Rayf's place.
Ten minutes later, he pulled up to Rayf's conapt. Unlike most of the others around him, Rayf had a full floor to himself. It was quite possibly a measure of how much he'd raked in on this little scheme of his. Before he entered, Jadoch pulled out his glowrod and took off the shell, producing his lightsaber, then slipped it onto a clip inside his jacket.
Walking inside, Jadoch noticed a lone bodyguard reclining just inside the door. There was a telltale bulge underneath the Bothan's jacket that indicated a blaster, and he was one of the Bothans who'd broken into Jadoch's apartment. It was obvious that Rayf had told him to expect 'Krolar', because he waved Jadoch right through. It was a typical hacker's paradise...tons of computer hardware and lots of energy drinks. Rayf looked up for an instant and saw Jadoch, waving him over. The others were all around, so it was easy for them to hear him.::
Rayf, gentlebeings, your attention please. By the authority of the Jedi Council, you are under arrest for the cybercrime of thievery.
::Rayf yelled and literally fell over backwards in surprise. The others turned around and pulled blasters, but Jadoch held up his hand and made a flicking motion, accessing the Force as he did. The blasters flew out of the weak grips of their owners and clattered against the far wall. The bodyguard came running, blaster out and held ready. Unlike the others, his grip was professional, and he knew how to use what he wielded. Jadoch's other hand came up, and a flicker of the Force brought the lightsaber from the inside of his pocket to his hand. The blade ignited, blocking the bolt, and Jadoch took two steps forward, slashing his blade. The blaster fell apart in two pieces, and a finger fell too.
Three agents rushed in, blasters drawn. A second bodyguard came out of a back room - the refresher, it looked like - with blaster drawn. With no hesitation, the agents fired. Five blaster bolts ripped through the bodyguard's chest, killing him instantly.
Two hours later, after finishing up - paperwork mandated by the government was so time-consuming - with the agents and his contact, Jadoch headed back to the Temple. Mission complete.::
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Post by Aeon Kensho™ on Sept 4, 2009 19:26:19 GMT -5
{OOC-I have to say this was a superb read. My kudos to you Jadoch. You stuck to your character and how a Jedi should act. Not a single person killed. I am so used to apprentices going on a rampage. It makes me proud to be your teacher to see a great mission like this. Return to your training thread and we will continue. Once again Great Job! }
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