Cybot Galactica is transporting some goods to sell from Etti IV, namely droids and other electronics. The agents will infiltrate an Auto Command Frigate, get past their droids by anymeans, and slice through the ship's brains so the ship can be rerouted and given to an agent in the handover. (If no slicer, a dataplague will be provided) Blackwell will take the goods and then reverse engineer the vessel, while Cybot's value will continue to plummet. It is a lot of goods and a perfectly good capital ship that went missing after all.
A flicker, unnatural light coming from the approaching command frigate momentarily disturbing the thin facade that was a holographic image of junk molded together in a peculiar form. <<Estimation: Maintenance Hatch in reach on 10->> the peculiar form spoke, or more accurately thought, to another piece of pretend debris floating mere feet away from it. They shared a communications link. The ship moved mere inches underneath the TC-SC droid, <<..5..>>
Their calculations had been perfect. How could they not have been? Their anonymous employer had provided them with their target ship's intended route and identification codes. All they needed to do was wait for it at an intersection between Hyperspace Lanes. An automated ship always traveled by the most efficient route. If TC-SC 23006 had been allowed to develop somewhat of a personality it would have called this job easy. Had it been more sentient it might have an opinion on this mission, their employer or what they were going to do with the shipment. But it wasn't sentient and it didn't have opinions. <<..3..>> The peculiar form of junk flickered again as one part extended and then on exactly the micro-second it had calculated a mechanical hand wrapped around the door of the maintenance hatch. It swirled around, the holographic image flickering one last time until the TC-SC unit planted its feet against the hull and showed, at least to its partner in crime, their true to form. <<Commencing hatch override>> it connected a wire from the left hand with the console besides the hatch and its eyes turned an icy white.
With the TC-SC programming, adding in the special features of belonging to a known slicing collective tied to the Five Syndicates, there wasn't any automated door or security measure that was its match. 006 was not just effective.. it was a brilliant combination of old and new technology. Latest black market software, utterly calculating and easily wiped of those nasty sentient thoughts. The KnowOnes and the Crymorah Syndicate send it on this mission to test it. If successful this upgraded model would upset the balance of power in the galactic underworld. That is.. as long as it remains uninfected by the machinations of other droids.
@Tic