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

[i]“Wicked...”[/i]

The hushed comment slipped through his dark cobalt lips as as slight smirk creased, even though he assumed he had been thinking the word. Funny how the mind words, not that Sai’rys put much stock in the psychological aspects of life, but he also didn’t vocalize his concerns much these days on account of not having much to say. Essentially, he always found it safer to keep his source code hidden from prying eyes, and while he wasn’t much drawn into situations such as what was presenting itself ahead of him, he figured [i]what the hell[/i]. The initial darkness of the cargo bay honestly didn’t bother him much, in fact, he preferred low-light conditions as his eyes were significantly more sensitive to certain light exposure, especially the artificial bulbs used in many ships. Naturally, Chiss could see, on average, about twice as far as a human in little to no light, however, over the years, his own vision has increased significantly in darker areas. Perhaps years of adapting to dimmer conditions? Who knows, but the fact of the matter was that he could probably find the swi-

[i]Damn.[/i]

Too late. One of the other’s -”Sena”, if he recalled correctly- skipped on by as casual as one could to switch the bay’s lighting system on, immediately illuminating the entire room and causing the Chiss to cringe a bit as his eyes needed to adjust once again. Without saying a word, he simply nodded in the other’s direction as she headed toward where the target of everyone’s attention had been placed. Stowaways. Although, it was no surprise that the mention of a “lightsaber” piqued the attention of Airus. 

Sai’rys noticed a few of the other crew members as well, but he decided to hang in the background a little, not wanting to really bring attention to himself, or perhaps targeted by the crimson colored Twi’lek who appears she could most likely slice the Chiss into several bytes of data. Either way, there were plenty of able-bodied fighters aboard the ship willing to lob a head off to protect what they have, and -hopefully- to protect the crew of the Noreaster. For Sai’rys’ part, he certainly wasn’t brought on board for any real combat abilities, but rather, relying on a slicer and holoforger’s skill to clear a way, or make everyone else’s job that much easier. Oddly enough though, in that moment where he stood, the Chiss also wondered how such a breach of security could have taken place? Were they able to cloak their whereabouts with such ease that any attempts at Sai’rys upgrading the system during the first week were circumvented by them? Had they been on the whole time? He scratched his dark hair, as he once again stared across the room at the infiltrators, cursing under his breath in Huttese.

It was at that moment, he knew the Noreaster needed a much larger upgrade than before, closing any system and data loopholes, and running more daily penetration tests. But the tech he had wasn’t good enough for a ship of this size, as longer-ranged sensors would need to be added within the ships mainframe, scanners that could trace even the slightest of biological  discrepancies. Sai’rys rubbed his chin, his mind jumping to lightspeed as the massive calculations invaded just about any other thought process at that point. And then, a momentary halt as silence followed…

[i]Could the “datacube” be the answer?[/i] 

There were so many undiscovered aspects of that alien tech, and yet, it had more information about a great many things than the Chiss had seen in a long time. How could such a small device boast such great knowledge?

The voices of the others ahead of him slowly brought Sai’rys back to the present, as he leaned against one of the cargo stacks, curious as to who these newcomers were.