[center][h2]Sai’rys Vytar[/h2]
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[color=7ea7d8][b][:: The Noreaster | Quarters of Sai’rys Vytar ::][/b][/color]

[i]“This can’t be that complex...”[/i]

The young Chiss mumbled, followed by a sigh that escaped his dark cobalt lips as low-lit crimson eyes continued to stare at the endless lines of bluish green code and algorithms scrolling across the screen on the handheld datapad. A few times he’d shifted his body to stretch back muscles while sitting on the edge of the cot nestled inside the cramped quarters that had been his for the last week since hopping aboard the [i]Noreaster[/i]. He never had much of a chance to thank the Muun for the help, but from what he’d dug up about Clu, perhaps helping him out with acquiring a KX Series droid might prove a large enough payout. Hopefully, however, Sai'rys would be around long enough to at least return the favor in his own time.  [i]Time.[/i] That was something he had so little of back on Coruscant, always looking over his shoulder and never staying in the same place for too long. But things seemed different aboard the ship, especially a ship full of the galaxies more rough-and-tumble crewmembers, a few that no doubt wouldn't hesitate to send the Chiss on a first class ticket straight out the airlock. But he hoped not to give them reason to, especially after reading up on several of them, which was something not unfamiliar to the kid. Information on anyone and anything was out there, you just needed to know where to dig sometimes to find it. Needless to say, he didn't want to be on the wrong side of his new crewmates.

For the last three hours, the twenty-something had been embedded in the decryption process, little by little chipping away at the multiple layers of security in a device and language that seemed almost otherworldly. The numerical sequences, symbols, and the lettering that followed was quite foreign to him, but not so much to the translation module he'd attached. A module which was “commandeered” from his temporary pals in CorSec and that he'd had the pleasure of modify on more than one occasion for specific purposes of reading all variations of programming language, especially in the absence of a trusted protocol droid. A thick, intertwined, multicolor data cable was plugged into the rear interface port of the holopad he held, while the other end was jacked into a device that appeared to be some kind of palm-sized metallic cube with intricate etching along it's facets. On the top -or what was assumed as such- a disc sat recessed a half inch below the surface and several tiny crystalline transceivers lined its perimeter resembling that of a holo-projector. Yep, now [i]this[/i] was something he was very familiar with, as one of his specialties was always “holo-forging”, and he’d never met a holo-projection device that didn’t always have a backdoor into its root. Then again, he’d never come across such alien technology before, especially not something that was found in Coruscant’s Undercity, lying around in a pile of more supposed space junk. 

First and foremost, Sai’rys thought of himself as a slicer, but he was also very much a scavenger, especially when it came to parts and pieces which could be used to fix just about anything, or assembled to assist in breaking into a system, such as data spikes and the like. Although rarely did he ever find anything as fascinating as his most recent find, whatever the hell it was. While the the inscriptions on the surface were completely unknown to him, he did make a bit of progress deciphering the first layer, which looked to only identify the cubed device as some kind of “carrier”. But, like an onion, each layer of protection had to be peeled away, however…[i]unlike[/i] an onion, there was also a chance it could destroy the artifact.

“I need a break.”

The Chiss laid back onto the firm mattress, resting the datapad -that was still in the process of carving its way through the system protocols- atop his chest and stared blankly at the ceiling. While slicing in general is fairly mind-numbing at times, diving head first into foreign tech is even worse, especially when one has no other choice than to attempt brute-force attacks against unknown coded entities. Sai’rys grinned to himself, thinking back a few days ago as one of the first “assignments” he was tasked with was reinforcing the Noreaster’s security data infrastructure, and while even that was a painstakingly long and arduous process, it certainly didn’t get anywhere near the magnitude of such a tiny metallic device. But he’d been trying to wrap his mind around it for the last couple of days, and it was time to disconnect for awhile. Captain Solace mentioned that they’d be arriving at Anchorage within a few hours so it was probably in his best interest to get some sleep, even if only for a short while…

[color=7ea7d8][b]A [i]long[/i] while later.[/b][/color]

Several high-pitched beeps in rapid succession woke the Chiss with a start, as he rubbed the sleep from his dull red eyes and lifted the datapad to check on progress. Not much. Infact, the decryption protocol was still active, and very little information seemed to be pulled from it at all aside from a few diagnostic readouts and battery power, which in and of itself was pretty interesting. The power supply, which couldn’t have been that large to begin with considering the size of the cube, was self-sufficient, and constantly recharging itself by some kind of means. Although power output was so little, that even the smallest amount of energy was needed for any functions to be performed. Sai’rys checked the small datapad attached to his wrist, which told him that he’d sleep much longer than planned. 

“No doubt everyone just left you, bud.” He muttered to himself, raising up to a sitting position and stretching his neck and back before standing up, realizing the ship wasn’t moving and had probably docked already. 

After a few minutes, he exited his cabin and headed down the long corridor, realizing just how quiet it was for the first time since boarding. He had rarely flown in space, perhaps no more than a handful of times in his young life, but the Noreaster was by far one of the largest and more impressive. And with six decks, plenty of opportunity to explore, which is what he’d had in mind for awhile anyway. And really, who wouldn't want to roam through such a massive CR90 Corvette? Besides, the more Sair’rys wandered about, the more he realized that no one was around, which meant they were most likely on the planet somewhere. 

“Although…” The Chiss mumbled to himself as he rubbed his smooth blue chin, and remembered that during his little information gathering expedition, that the droid -Sable, was it?- generally did a throughout sweep of the cargo holds while no other entities were on board, so as curiosity would have it, Sai’rys figured he’d head that way. 

“However…” He cocked his head, thinking about something interesting though. “Did the droid pick up my biometric readings when he scanned?” Sai’rys chuckled, shaking his head, thinking that perhaps the lack of sleep was messing with his better logic. Of course a scan would have detected him. He continued his journey toward the cargo bay, and scratched the back of his head, still contemplating that one thought, and then something hit him. 

“Could that cube have masked my biological readout at the time?...”  

Before any further thought on the subject came to pass, he heard the mechanical voice of Sable echoing from the cargo hold in the distance. Not much could be discerned with the ambient noise coming from storage, but Sai’rys could have sworn he heard something about…

[i]A lightsaber?[/i]