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[backsassin]

[It’s been a tense week of disguises, stealth, and unsuccessful network hacking attempts, but as the days continue to pass without incident, Zam is beginning to think all of this was a false alarm. Yes, the Jedi from Coruscant are on the ship, possibly along with the senator, but for whatever reason, the Ingress seems to have forgotten about Jango. Neither his name nor his face have appeared on the directory, which means he either isn’t here or he never got his MID. Never hurts to double-check though, and since he won’t be checking the network in either of those situations...]

Just so we’re clear, no one’s seen a human male in blue and silver armor among the newcomers, have they? If you do, you should let me know. Immediately.

Also, to the two or three people now on the ship who are acquainted with me from back home: we’re all in the same situation here -- I don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be here, and I also don’t want you to be here. Let’s not make a bad situation worse by digging up past disputes.

Speaking of which, has anybody figured out how to change your display name on this kriffing thing?

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[notglitching]

[Rinzler can be grateful for text, then. Not that he really knows how to respond regardless. The line that comes after interrupts some very uncertain looping, and the enforcer's only too glad to switch focus.]

Not difficult.

[Between "wore a helmet" and the connection to people back home, Rinzler had barely even needed to check the open feeds. And when he had, there was more than enough confirmation. He'd even been able to forward an image file of that face for cross-comparison. The trojan really might want to consider more security.]

text; private

[backsassin]

Guess not.

[Zam can’t say they’re particularly regretting the breach in “security” since it seems to have netted them at least a tenuous ally where they had a probable enemy before.]

I’ll remember this. [Maybe not quite as solid as “I owe you,” but close.]

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[notglitching]

[Not quite as solid... but much more comfortable, as a whole. They hadn't asked him for a favor, after all. But Rinzler would want to know if Clu showed up here, and it hadn't been far out of his way.]

Acknowledged, trojan.

[Still malware~]