Sigma
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The IPG Operator went about his work swiftly. His datajockey was chock-full of the best hacking programs that the IPG had. While the Marines' own hackers and systems were nothing to laugh at, the IPG still kept the best toys for themselves. Plus, they were helped along by some "volunteer" Hacker Cultists from the Free State who worked "part time" doing "odd jobs."
Making a silent entry was good. Making a silent entry because the security systems were now under IPG control, that was better. Usually, for a Freespacer, that was about as hard as thinking about breakfast. They lived and breathed technology. For a Nepleslian who wasn't quite so blessed in the synthetic gifts of the Spacers, it was usually more like taking a high level calculus test while answering existential questions about whether AI were fully sentient. That was for the uninitiated. An NMX system like this would have taken a Marine hacker about four to six minutes, depending on whether he was tripped up by the hidden firewall.
Now a skilled IPG hacker could do it in under a minute. A skilled IPG hacker like Operator Gavin Haines could do it in thirty seconds with five simple steps.
"Security's all ours, Corporal."
The outer doors rolled open and the combined group entered without a problem. Once within, the inner doors stayed shut until the atmosphere in the airlock pressurized to the same level as the interior.
Haines showed Henry Morris the map he pulled from the security system that now only obeyed him.
"I can vent atmosphere, activate defensive turrets, turn off lights, lock blast doors, pump all sorts of lovely gases into the various rooms. You dream it, I can probably do it right now," the man grinned behind his mask. "Can't say how well any of it will work but once I do something, they'll know we're here. If you want turrets, I can only enable them to shoot everything that moves."
Making a silent entry was good. Making a silent entry because the security systems were now under IPG control, that was better. Usually, for a Freespacer, that was about as hard as thinking about breakfast. They lived and breathed technology. For a Nepleslian who wasn't quite so blessed in the synthetic gifts of the Spacers, it was usually more like taking a high level calculus test while answering existential questions about whether AI were fully sentient. That was for the uninitiated. An NMX system like this would have taken a Marine hacker about four to six minutes, depending on whether he was tripped up by the hidden firewall.
Now a skilled IPG hacker could do it in under a minute. A skilled IPG hacker like Operator Gavin Haines could do it in thirty seconds with five simple steps.
"Security's all ours, Corporal."
The outer doors rolled open and the combined group entered without a problem. Once within, the inner doors stayed shut until the atmosphere in the airlock pressurized to the same level as the interior.
Haines showed Henry Morris the map he pulled from the security system that now only obeyed him.
"I can vent atmosphere, activate defensive turrets, turn off lights, lock blast doors, pump all sorts of lovely gases into the various rooms. You dream it, I can probably do it right now," the man grinned behind his mask. "Can't say how well any of it will work but once I do something, they'll know we're here. If you want turrets, I can only enable them to shoot everything that moves."
