C'Mos Heln sat in her quarter aboard the Calico Star, her eyes riveted on the screen before her. It wasn't often she got this good a data feed. She smiled to herself as she thought how the dock master would have a bantha if he knew how easy it had been for her to slice into his central computer core. She could see everything from here. The Captain had asked her to look up the cruise the Empress has been planning and find out the exactly logistics of it and from what she was seeing, he wasn't going to like what she had to tell him. They couldn't do it. First off, it was too big. Not with their current crew and just one ship. Secondly, Governor Castleberry was taking charge of the cruise himself. The Imperial communiqués hadn't been that hard to crack once you got the feel for them. They always used a logical code. Logical codes were the simplest to crack. And the Empire was nothing if logical. Blindingly, idiotically, stupidly logical. C'Mos tucked a stringy lock of brown hair back behind her ear and started typing commands into her computer terminal. She slowly and methodically picked her way through the lines of code, sifting the information she wanted and filing away for later the rest. She smiled as the type T74-WNT computer churned through the data with a blinding speed. She did have to admit that Roark did get her nice toys. They had plundered this baby from a ship they had taken just a couple months before. Right after he had taken her on as part of the crew. The Rodian that had had this lovely didn't need it anymore, ever. Roark was a good captain, she guessed. She really didn't think of him as good or bad. He just got her what she needed and left her alone. That's all that mattered to her. It wasn't that he didn't expect things from her. Slice a code there. Crack into a ship's computer core and take what they need there. She didn't mind that. Most of that was pretty easy, but every so often, he did give her a challenge. A challenge. That was what she lived for. The unbreakable code. The uncrackable computer. Those were her dreams. Her aspirations. This little job she was doing right now wasn't bad. Mildly challenging. Cracking an active Imperial net was tricky. You had to keep on step ahead of the sentry programs, but they were so predictable that they had stopped being a challenge. She sat back and stretched. She'd go have to find the Captain. He's have to know that his little plan to plunder the Empire wasn't going to fly. He'd shout and curse and generally throw a fit, but once he got that out of his system, they'd find something else to do. C'Mos stood and ran her fingers through her unkempt mess of long brown hair. She should probably hit the fresher before she left. Maybe she'd be able to contact that guy who was getting her that new memory module. What she could do with that added memory, made her smile as she hurried to get cleaned up. The Adventures of the Calico Star To Be Continued in Part Four
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