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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 7:09:21 GMT
*She grins a mischievious grin.* "I have an idea......." *She looks at Andru and raises her eyebrow.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Mar 31, 2005 7:21:54 GMT
He swivels his head at the possability of something interesting. " an Idea huh, your a smart mouthed know it all, short fused brat....which means your Idea will be suicidal, or stupid in nature.." his furrowed brows lighten as a grin crosses his lips. " thats the perfect type of Idea, let's hear it"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 7:31:43 GMT
*She frowns at his first part of the statement and stands up.* "I shouldn't say it out loud. Here..."
*She pulls out a datapad and types in how she could hack into the NEB and try to bypass some of the security measures and basically break down the code and decipher it herself without the computer knowing what was going on.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Mar 31, 2005 7:34:50 GMT
Sal-Silo watches her intently as she hacks into the droids brain, wondering who taught this girl to slice into one of the most fail safe systems he knew of, not that he really knew of many personally
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 8:04:36 GMT
*She finally gets the codes she needs from the computer and sits down working diligently on the coordinates. She bites her lower lip while working.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 8:17:35 GMT
*She smiles a satisfied smile and hops up handing him the datapad showing him the coordinates and the name of the planet. She plops back down in her chair clearly satisfied with her work and looks at him waiting to hear his response.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Mar 31, 2005 9:34:40 GMT
He takes the pad and eyes it for a moment" Myrkr? huh, last time I checked that place only had one small freighter stop port town, nothing there but merchants and a single cantina, rest of the moon is dence forrest" he shrughs, but a credit is a credit, and its inrout into the corporate sector"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 9:37:57 GMT
*She turns the chair around and props her feet up putting her arms back behind her. He has no idea about Myrkr. She just hopes Ilhar isn't too upset about the ship when she gets back.*
"It's amazing what you learn from living around a bunch of smugglers. I've learned all kinds of tricks. Not much else to do on Roon but learn from some of the best in the cantinas."
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Mar 31, 2005 9:43:44 GMT
He tosses the pad back to the young woman and smirks, " well darling between your mouth, and mine,,I have a feeling that we might not make many friends in some ports, so if you need any I have a compartment in the rear lower cago bay loaded with assorted arms, help youself to 'em if you want"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 10:02:08 GMT
*She looks at him slyly.* "I don't know if that is a compliment or not."
*She gets up and stands next to him.* "Do you have anything to drink on this blasted ship?"
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Mar 31, 2005 10:15:28 GMT
he jerks his thumb back " out in the main common area, next to the medbak, there it the little gally that has a prossecor
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 10:18:29 GMT
*She starts to go but stops.* "You want something...and don't get used to this either, bub."
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Mar 31, 2005 10:22:15 GMT
he arches a brow and swigs about to glare at her " Bub?...BUB?....." he nods satisfyed and grins " your already getting good at this, and no thank you, Im fine"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 31, 2005 10:26:44 GMT
*She turns to go and yells back.* "Suit yourself."
*She leaves the cockpit knowing her datapad is still on her seat. She left it there on purpose to see how curious he was. Time to turn the tables a little, she mused.*
*She makes it to the processor and picks out an ale. Her hands grab the drink quickly and she heads back into the cockpit area. She sips on it while walking and winces again as it goes down still not used to it's taste.*
"Bottoms up. Time to live a little."
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 5:33:45 GMT
Andru Sal-Silo sits quietly for a moment his eyes looking twards the disguarded data pad with a mild intrest. At first he figured that the information within was of little use to him; however the slight paings of wonderment called to him, and not being one to go against his instincts, the Hapen plucks the pad from the co-pilots seat, and he starts to scan it over, a bemused grin rising to his lips
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