[b][i]Mass Effect: Seraphim Post[/i][/b]

The battle was starting, and Ashton quickly began using the increased computing power of his personal computer and the office's own devices to hack into the nearby camera feed, showing the point of entry of the Blue Suns troopers - A frontal assault, really?. He double-checked to see if anyone was trying to flank the control tower through the catwalks or other approaches to the building; there were none for now. Perfect. 

A few light presses of his keyboard later, and he was getting the hang of the network used by the Blue Suns for this operation. The next few split-seconds involved him finding a hole in their cyber-security and sneaking into their online networks. 

Now came the fun part; a good student of computer and programming history knew what web-bots were; automated programs designed for a specific function. These web-bots, if used right, saved a computer specialist a lot of work by removing the need for micromanagement. Why was this important, because Ashton had created several custom bots, including one designed to enter individual comm devices and relay their transmissions to his personal computer and omni-tool. That was how he had escaped the group trying to enslave him in the first place.

With a swipe of the touchscreen, several copies of those bots were sent into the omni-tools used by the Blue Suns troops, exponentially multiplying until every communications device was infected.

At a flash, Ashton's computer began flashing with pop-ups of each message that the Blue Suns Soldiers sent to each other; every aspect of their communications was open. Using the contact info he had been given by Cicero, Alexis, and the Mysterious Intruder, he began sending them and the rest of the group copies of the already-sent messages with a one-second delay; a small precaution just in case one of the three [i]was[/i] a traitor.

He was so busy arranging this that he had forgotten about the Lifting Mech he had used as a fortification for the rest of the mercs until the Blue Suns had reached it. A few presses of the keyboard later, and the normally sedate machine was tossing Blue Suns mercs high, while crushing others with its huge feet. This was his moment, even though the boy knew that the enemy had not yet begun to fight.