ENS Chevalier - My serial number is on my sleeve
CPT Arianus
((
Flashback ))
(( Ship Lounge "Elysium", days before...
))
Jaseb sat on the bar and waved at the bartender. He
looked at Jaseb and with a smile at his face, he nodded his head
dismissively as he approached his new customer.
Black:
No, Jaseb, I have nothing for you. You are like a stray kitten, you
know? No, nothing. Nada. Order a drink or go.
Chevalier:
Damien, c'mon. I'm dying there. Paperwork on more paperwork over even
more paperwork. I have a clearance. I need a challenge for my
troubled mind, because, If I will fulfill another form for PADD
requisition or listen to another set up for greatness scientist, who
needs just one more hour for his nonsense experiment, I will visit
the Armory next and shoot myself.
Damien
Black laughed, and touched Jaseb's hand.
Black: Do you
listen to yourself, Jaseb? Another set up for greatness scientist,
who needs just one more hour... if I exchange the word scientist for
analyst, and by that I mean YOU, my little junkie, YOU are the exact
copy paste.
This
time it was Jaseb who laughed. He got the point. But he was an
intelligence junkie, who needed his golden line.
Chevalier:
::speaking Eltharian:: I will pay the way you like it. C'mon. That
unknown ship which appeared from nowhere must be a gold mine to dig -
and I want to be a miner.
Black:
Standard, Jaseb. Or you will not get a cookie.
Chevalier: C'mon, where is the fun to speak with someone who really understands?
Black:
That so-called fun ended when you pinned that delta on your chest,
Mr. “Damien, You are my only hope”... this is not Union. Deal
with it.
Damien
beeped Jaseb's nose and Jaseb made the offended
grimace in answer.
Chevalier:
I'm still ranked
officer, Mr. NCO.
Black:
OPS Officer who begging this NCO on his knees. ::he stuck out his
tongue::
Chevalier
looked around thoroughly before he looked at Damien again.
Chevalier:
I don't know. I see myself on the bar stool, not on my knees.
Damien
smiled and indicated to Jaseb to lean towards him.
Black:
::whispering:: Trust me, you will, later...
Damien
bit Jaseb's ear as he took his PADD from his hands and pulled away
from him. He typed something into the PADD before he gave it back on
the bar and pointed his finger to Jaseb.
Black:
This is the last time, Jas, because if Dakota will find what we are
doing... ::he tapped the PADD:: He will throw me out of the airlock
on spot and You will end in Federation reeducation camp in better
case. In reality, you will be first in that airlock. You have five
minutes. And a new rule, you will order a drink. Some of which will
be challenging for me, because today is boring for me as
well.
Chevalier clouded
over these demands.
Chevalier:
Hate you.
Black: ::smiling:: Love you. So?
Chevalier:
Ok... so what about... Summer
Berry Bliss Milktini?
Damien
smiled and reached Jaseb.
Black:
::scratching Jaseb's hair:: Who's a good boy? Are you a good boy?
Jaseb is sooo gooood boooy... ::laughing::
When he stopped, he
moved the PADD to Jaseb and left to make a drink. Chevalier didn't
waste any time and started reading the intelligence dump on the CIC
Desmoda's sensors Damien was working on during his day job, and as he
went through the data, he wrote down into report notes his
observations for Damien about what he was able to extract from the
data. He almost finished when the PADD disappeared from his hands out
of nowhere.
Chevalier:
No, no, no... I just need to finish the paragraph!
Black:
Your five minutes are over and your drink is still in front of you.
Untouched, I must say. Bad customer, Jas!
Chevalier
sighed and gestured to admit defeat. He took his drink and sipped a
little, to taste a random named drink from the menu in the section
known as “don't order, too difficult to make for us just to see you
chug it”. It was actually really good. But he understood why it was
in that section, all the cream, liqueurs and at least five different
kinds of fresh fruits... It was sweet and sticky. And playing by all
possible colors.
Chevalier:
So, did you meet your other? Your copy on the CIC Desdemona?
Black:
No, he's dead. Died last year. I read it in Desdemona's database.
Damien
shrugged and faked a smile, but the atmosphere dropped at least five
degrees along with the feeling temperature in the room.
Chevalier:
Sorry, I didn't know.
Black: Nothing to be sorry for. ::he patted Jaseb's hand as he returned back three times formatted over and physically broken PADD back to its owner:: That's why I am perfect and wear black, and you are not, in your goldy yellow.
Chevalier: That hurts, you know.
Black: I know. I enjoy it. ::he smiled again, this time for real:: So when we established who knows things and who knows nothing, tell me about YOUR other. Because I know you met him. Dakora-sempai noticed Jaseb-kun and gave him an assignment, hm? Are you happy? Are you happy good boy? ::he scratching Jaseb's hair again::
Chevalier: Stop it. C'mon. Or I will tell you nothing. ::said sourly::
Black: ::stopped:: Bad Jaseb.
Chevalier: HA-HA. Funny. But my
other... yeah. He's not like me. Or he is, somehow, but not. They
begged hell, and worse. There are things even I do not understand
about him and for which I will need to contact my father and Sanctum
Transpoli to clarify, but hell he's interesting. Like...
Damien
leaned against the bar counter and listened with interest to Jaseb's
story. Jaseb started to open up with the secrets of his own. Damien
was smiling. All was going well...
((Flashback's
End))
((Operations
Office, Deck 5, USS Artemis-A))
It
took a second or two for Jaseb to wake up from disbelief in the two
words he saw in front of him.
:: ACCESS DENIED ::
This
wasn't possible. Whole backdoor thing was exactly to prevent this, to
access J's cerebral implant to control his functions without any
check, without any security restrictions. He was trying to translate the matrix for decoding, but the system was kicking him out quicker and
changing the matrix encryption variation quicker than he was able to
process.
Jaseb
clicked his communicator as he admitted defeat.
Chevalier:
=/\= Chevalier for Black. I need your analysis. =/\=
It
took a second or two more before Black responded.
Black:
=/\= Really? If you didn't notice, a Red Alert was declared. We have
enough of our own work, Ensign. =/\=
Chevalier: =/\= Yes, really. You are a computer magician, I need a little bit of magic and that big perfect brain of yours as a member of a race who got two monkeys on the Moon right now. Our friendly robot cannot be subdued to our code. Backdoor is closed for business. =/\=
Black:
=/\= ::loudly groan:: Ok, share the access to your console for me to
see the feed. =/\=
Jaseb
quickly enabled the access and gave control to the man on the other
side of the conversation. His console tried again to run the backdoor
command and access J's functions with the same result. What was
different from last time was when the command line log appeared.
Black:
=/\= Mr. Perfect obviously didn't think of this, hm? Oh my, shoot me
from the airlock. Writing a code in single words with a thousand
meanings... Should be simple 0 and 1. Yes or No. But this jewel of a
formidable and infallible Elthari must use trinary code. Zero, One,
Two. Yes, no, and I don't know...maybe? ::he laughed:: Tell me Jas,
how are you Elthari capable of warping somewhere without some big
horrible Galaxy-wide event which would erase us all? ... Or you
know, never mind, I have it. Found our problem here. There was a security accident in his system matrix like an hour ago, and a system restored
itself from some type of backup. Bad news, bro, our doors were wall
off. It's all gone. I won't repeat that I told you so. This was always a possibility. =/\=
Chevalier: =/\= And now? What? I'm open to any proposals and ideas on how to solve this, because he's onboard and it's not good. He already killed someone. =/\=
Black: =/\= Give me an hour or two and maybe we'll crack it from here. But if you don't wanna wait or you can't, the only thing left is good old-fashioned leg work. You will need to upload him again up-close through his cerebral port. I won't repeat that I told you so this could happen. =/\=
Chevalier: =/\= Great idea, he will be willing and happy to help. Something more real and less suicide-like? =/\=
Black: =/\= Take it or leave it. If you leave it, as I said, give me an hour at least to catch that encryption variation sequencer and then maybe, a big maybe, we will be able to hack him remotely. =/\=
Chevalier: =/\= So, plan A ready to go. You are always leaving your customers satisfied, I must point out. =/\=
Black: =/\= Happy to help. Black out. =/\=
Chevalier: Hey, Dami,
I...
He
did not finish. Communicator beeped at the mark of the closed channel. Jaseb
took his holster with a hand phaser out from under the console and
fastened it to his belt. He copied the backdoor command to his
tricorder and took a short moment to look at the OPS Office one more time. Then he
departed the office, and headed for the turbolift on deck 15.