<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/81/Custodiermug.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beatriks<br/><strong>Nationality|Faction:</strong>Tunguska|Nomad<br/><strong> Age: </strong>22<br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>CAC Store Front - VaudeVille, Bakunnin<br/><hr/><hr/>A smooth panel against her wrist opened to expose naked chrome circuity and the riverboat hustler's wrist holster for a hacking device as sleek and compact as a flashlight. Its sniffing antenna caught the hologram's signal, and relayed raw data back through the suit and into her mask. So much to process and to deal with at once that it was necessarily translucent and layered in her HUD. Any file had walls, to define itself. Every file had security, to monitor and prevent interference in a quantronic world. Bea did not feel the need to ask permission before popping the seal on this baby. It was her prerogative as the infowar specialist.<br/><br/>She saw the abstract, ethereal file that existed only as impulses between machine synapses clear as day, and understood what she was looking at.<br/><br/>"Will the armored case protect it against intrusion, or will we be responsible for firewalls?" In a halo around her gloved hand a nimbus of archaic interface sprang to existence, hovering over the hologram like an orbital weapon. Now it was kicking off. This was what the public perceived hacking to be- concentric rings of cyan, composed of hundreds of blocks and rectangles of data like the tumblers of the world's most complicated lock. This visual metaphor to safe cracking was not too far from the truth.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hacking roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-11-05 21:09:26, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 2d20 Result: 25<br/><br/>Full Result: Dhi rolled: 2d20<br/>Comment: Hacking 17 to analyze Mr. Johnsons file<br/>Result: 12, 13,<br/>Total: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96748)</div></div>