Andrelious exited the refresher room quickly. He saw that he was in a long, fairly narrow corridor, with several more cameras in various elevated locations. The cameras moved in steady arcs, sweeping through a large area. Inahj sidestepped and ducked behind a nearby plant, determined not to be spotted by the nearest camera. The Warlord studied the path of the recording device. It moved in synch with other, nearby cameras, leaving virtually the entire corridor under constant surveillance. Progress would be virtually impossible. Normally, Andrelious would simply destroy the devices, but keeping them intact was key. He’d already taken a massive risk by murdering an employee and disposing of his corpse rather haphazardly. Further violence would only increase the chance that the Rollmaster would be caught.
As he crouched in his hiding place, Inahj examined the card he had acquired from Drozel. Aside from acting as his ID, it also appeared to control access to various rooms throughout the facility. The Sith assumed that ‘Level 2’ dictated exactly which rooms he’d be able to access. Without further context, or without knowing exactly what sort of ‘technician’ his prey had been, Andrelious knew he’d have to tread carefully. He could not be sure that trying to access something that had been beyond Drozel’s paygrade would not attract attention.
Inahj remained where he was, trying to figure out his next move. He could sense two people approaching from opposite ends of the corridor. With a quick peek above the foliage, he noticed both wearing dark blue uniforms. Guards!
“Brelt. How’s it going?” the slightly younger guard asked as he approached his colleague.
“Not much be happenin’, boy. I dare zay it be another borin’ noight.” ‘Brelt’ answered, with a thick farming accent that Andrelious found unpleasant and hard to understand.
“Did you hear that Frent was in early again? It’s a good job he had his card – you know how reliant our security systems are on those. Without it…” the first guard replied.
“I don’t think ‘e cares about that, Straz. Not wiv ‘is ‘ome loife.”
Interesting. State-of-the-art, yet relies on the cards. Shame about the cameras. Inahj thought as he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“After what that bitch of an ex-wife did to him, do you blame him for being here all the time? I won’t be too surprised if he kills himself one day.” ‘Straz’ stated.
“I suppose you’re roight. Just an 'our and a 'alf before the rest of 'is lot get in. Then we can get 'ome.” ‘Brelt’ smiled, turning to resume his patrol. ‘Straz’ simply nodded in affirmation, and the two guards were soon leaving the area, having not so much as glanced in the direction of the plant that Inahj was crouching behind.
Andrelious waited until both patrolling guards had turned a corner, and moved out. He moved briskly along the corridor, guessing rather than taking on any genuine plan. The cameras continued to arc about, but the Arconan had grown tired of waiting. He decided to gamble on that any sighting would be radioed to ‘Brelt’ and ‘Straz’, who would simply confirm they had met each other and dismiss the idea of a third person.
Though he progressed slowly at first, Inahj began to pick up the pace as he became more confident of evading detection. He kept his coat’s hood up, and had pinned Drozel’s card to the outside of the garment, hoping that he resembled the dead technician enough at a quick glance. He passed a few locked offices, before reaching a T-junction. With a moment’s pause, the Warlord took a left turn, sensing several beings in a nearby room to the right.
Andrelious passed a few more locked doors, before noticing one marked ‘Office 1653 – Technical Support’.
Let’s try this one. Inahj thought, pressing the liberated ID card onto the door entry system. A red light flickered to green, and with a single beep the system allowed the man it thought was Frent Drozel into the office inside.
As expected, the office was empty, other than for an empty mug and the remains of several cigarillos still smouldering away in an ash-tray. Drozel had likely been alone before his fatal urination. Andrelious inferred that the large amount of cigarillos were used by the deceased technician as a means of coping from some sort of emotional trauma caused by his ex-wife. The Sith felt little sympathy, especially as he had just put Drozel out of his misery.
“Right. Time for this datapad to prove its worth.” Inahj hissed quietly, connecting his datapad to the computer system that Drozel had evidently been using. A DIA program began to run, attempting to brute force Drozel’s password.
Cracking Password. Security level: High
Andrelious relaxed a little in a chair as he waited for the datapad to complete its work. He took a large swig from his hip flask, as he tried very hard to avoid being tempted by the smell of cigarillo. The Warlord checked his datapad every few moments, becoming more nervous as time continued to tick on by. The DIA program he was using operated a little more slowly than many password crackers, but was designed to avoid detection. Faster software would yield quicker results, but also far too much attention.
After twenty minutes of anxious waiting, the datapad finally beeped to indicate success. Inahj wasted no more time, and examined the options that were available to him on the console screen.
- View New Trouble Tickets (0 in queue)
- Review Recent Trouble Tickets (419 solved)
- Review Security Options
- User Administration
- Message Center
The Rollmaster was by no means an expert on such systems, but his gut instinct told him to explore option 3. Activating it brought up a large amount of options. Many of these involved shutting down or resetting individual systems, such as the cameras or the metal detectors. Andrelious did not want to perform anything so drastic, at least without having planted his evidence. Instead, he exited back to the main menu, and tried option 4. Again the screen was filled with various tasks. Andrelious thumbed his way through the list, before noticing a couple that jumped out at him.
- Review Access by user
- Reset user’s password
Inahj selected option 16 and was presented with yet another wall of data. This time the information was a list of usernames and the apparent level of access associated with them. Frent Drozel was evidently a computer technician as his access was among the highest. Andrelious picked one of the users marked as a Director at random, a user called CoeSas, and returned to the previous screen. Selecting the option to reset CoeSas’ password, the Warlord found himself at a new screen, one not packed with information. According to it, the system would allow ‘Drozel’ to alter the password. For security, it would send a message to CoeSas’ personal datapad.
“Frak. It’ll let them know I’ve changed it. ” Inahj whispered. Regardless, he altered the password, setting it to ‘Karufr’. The console quickly obeyed the command. Next, Andrelious exited out of the user administration menu, and out of Drozel’s account. He then tapped in CoeSas’ details, remembering to enter in the newly changed password. The console accepted the details, and presented Andrelious with adifferent set of options on logging in.
- Message Center
- Employee Administration
- Review Security Options
The Warlord opted for number two, and then selected to view employee’s data files. Unlike the list that had been available on Drozel’s account, this list gave full names of all employees, with more information available on everybody from the CEO to the caretaking staff. Inahj selected a name that was framed in gold – likely because it was the man he was masquerading as within the system.
Name: Coevyn Saswith
Year of birth: 9 BBY
Planet of birth: Corellia
Address: 29 Arvyx Road, Coronet
Job Role: Vice Director, Sales
The information on Coevyn Saswith continued to scroll on the screen, but Andrelious was not interested in anything else. He had what he needed, so he returned to the main menu. Once there, he activated the message centre, noting the Galactic Standard Basic spelling of the word ‘centre’. Quickly, he typed a message, trying to remember if words still needed a ‘u’ and if he needed to substitute ‘s’s for ‘z’s.
I am disabling security features for the next twenty minutes. This is at the request of Frent Drozel, who will shortly be testing a new upgrade to our database systems.
Andrelious was into the security menu almost before he had sent the message. As he attempted to select the option to shutdown security completely, the console refused access, stating that at least four senior employees and three technicians had to authorise such a move. The Warlord knew he simply did not possess the resources to do this, so tried to shut down the cameras, instead. This action appeared acceptable to the console, but a message informed the Arconan that the cameras would be disabled for only three minutes.
Inahj, knowing time was of the essence, almost ripped his datapad free from its connection to the console, not even bothering to log out from Saswith’s account. He sprinted back down the corridor, keeping an eye on the disabled cameras. A quick look at his chrono informed him he still had over an hour before the majority of the Pandalé staff would arrive.
With seconds to spare, Andrelious returned to the refresher he had entered the building in, and moved the man-hole cover.
Clambering back down the ladder as quickly as he could, the Warlord replaced the cover with the Force, before leaping from the ladder.
He had just one more step to do…