Marcus Telcontar
Oct 29th, 2003, 01:25:15 AM
On the other side of the galaxy.....
The castle was enormous. The planet deserted. Uncharted because of previous occupants, the planet was the perfect get away for a Jedi Master whom had decided Coruscant was no longer safe for the woman he was protecting. So, while she slept elsewhere, he was starting back up some equipment not used in over two years. He looked like he belonged in this huge place, the equipemnt (being computers and data terminals that were state of the art) was hugely out of place. And he even more so along them.
Yet, the speed at which he bought each module back on-line showed he was at home with them. Not 10 minutes had past when the Mitick slicing data parse was fired up, finalising the data bank. a few more adjustments and the bank was lit and alive. The glow lit up the room, the flashing status bars and tell tale displays, the screens and the routing unit that was now hacking its way into the Holonet. He hummed as fingers sped over a keypunch, changing circuits and starting programs that built this secure tunnel, hiding traces as he went so he cut a safe channel into a Kaut relay. Form there, the signal came traceable. Maybe his precautions were extreme, but given what was chasing Xazor, maybe not.
Better to be over cautious.
He used an old Council code to initiate the connection from Kuat to Coruscant. and there he paused. It would be deep night at the Temple and hopefully Figrin D'An would still be awake.
Click
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Far, far away, a comm desk recieved a signal a call was coming. The sender stated it was a Jedi whom wished to speak to Master Figrin. The screen noted the callers location (Grand Library, Kuat), plus a wish for full holo, not just voice. And then awaited someone in the Jedi's room to answer.
The castle was enormous. The planet deserted. Uncharted because of previous occupants, the planet was the perfect get away for a Jedi Master whom had decided Coruscant was no longer safe for the woman he was protecting. So, while she slept elsewhere, he was starting back up some equipment not used in over two years. He looked like he belonged in this huge place, the equipemnt (being computers and data terminals that were state of the art) was hugely out of place. And he even more so along them.
Yet, the speed at which he bought each module back on-line showed he was at home with them. Not 10 minutes had past when the Mitick slicing data parse was fired up, finalising the data bank. a few more adjustments and the bank was lit and alive. The glow lit up the room, the flashing status bars and tell tale displays, the screens and the routing unit that was now hacking its way into the Holonet. He hummed as fingers sped over a keypunch, changing circuits and starting programs that built this secure tunnel, hiding traces as he went so he cut a safe channel into a Kaut relay. Form there, the signal came traceable. Maybe his precautions were extreme, but given what was chasing Xazor, maybe not.
Better to be over cautious.
He used an old Council code to initiate the connection from Kuat to Coruscant. and there he paused. It would be deep night at the Temple and hopefully Figrin D'An would still be awake.
Click
--
Far, far away, a comm desk recieved a signal a call was coming. The sender stated it was a Jedi whom wished to speak to Master Figrin. The screen noted the callers location (Grand Library, Kuat), plus a wish for full holo, not just voice. And then awaited someone in the Jedi's room to answer.