Communication Relay

Communication Relay
Date of Scene:	10 January 2025
Location:
Synopsis:	Heydan and Syralana help Mondrian set up the comms beacon.
Cast of Characters:	159, Syralana, Heydan Seegil, Cayde Alexis

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Athena (159) has posed:
Shortly after the Legacy II lands, the colonists disembark and are ushered aboard a train, then taken to the colony site.

The site is a massive clearing a top a ridge overlooking a lush valley, set inside a dense, wooded forest full of tall, flat topped trees.

Over the next few days, many of the colonists rush about, working to set up temporary shelters, while others are starting to work on other important structures, like temporary vactubes, and naturally - the temporary comm relay station.

Seegil's colleagues are lingering near the relay station, inspecting the tech droid's progress on constructing the comm relay station.

Syralana has posed:
     Syralana shoots the droid a look, as if she's weighing whether or not it's in cahoots with the other that she dealt with on the ship. Satisfied that it probably isn't, she pulls up her datapad to tap on it a few times. "Okay, so, how long before we expect the transmitter is in position to begin the relay station and what's our timeline for the more permanent one?" Another few taps as she pulls up the scheduling software to record answers... if any are given.

Athena (159) has posed:
The droid turns to Syra. "It should be completed within the next 9 hours," it says flatly.

Then it goes back to its work. As they're standing there, a familiar Zeltron jogs up. "Hey," he says. "I'm here?"

Mondrian and Veena look up, but seem annoyed. "Syra," Mondrian says to her, ignoring the Zeltron. "Any idea where Seegil is?"

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil saunters up towards the relay as the droid is being questioned. He doesn't say much and isn't noticed right away but says, "I'm here.", with a smile and half wave after he hears his name. "So, whats shaking?", he asks with a smirk.

Syralana has posed:
     Syralana looks up again as she hears the voices, and she rolls her eyes. "Oh great, it's you two." Then back down at the datapad as she continues noting it. Then her head up and looking around at the area. She taps the datapad into her free hand a few times.

     "Nine hours... Okay. What's the projection on the main array? I'd rather use the temp as little as possible." She looks back to the droid, and the Zeltron, before looking back at Mondrian and Veena, "Wow. Can't find someone already? Man... Really doing some fine investigative work there. What's next? Lose your pen? Can't find your way to the refresher?" And back down to her datapad.
     Not even looking up, she sweeps her free hand up in Seegil's direction, "It's like magic. Next time use your eyes instead of bothering me?"

Athena (159) has posed:
"You're -late-," Mondrian hisses at Seegil. "Don't make that into a habit, -rookie." Veena snickers, but doesn't comment.

Mondrian then looks around, as if to ensure that no one else is paying attention to them or within hearing range.

"Three hours and forty min--" then it makes that telltale sound of servos and vocoders shutting down. It's Mondrian. He's shut off the droid.

He glares at Syra, and doesn't comment, instead beckons them to follow him into a small wooded glen directly to their left.

"Alright cut the shit, team," he says gratingly, "if we can even be called that." He glances at Seegil. "Syra here obviously needs to operate in the dark, and leave no trace of her investigative work on the comm relay. If she uses the station to send secure reports to an encrypted address, we need to make sure that the console doesn't log that she did anything of the sort."

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil giggles at Syralana's sarcasm and offers, "I kind of like her. Can we keep her?", with a wink in her direction as he settles in by leaning back on the wall of the relay station. "Yeah, yeah, well I had stuff to do.", he nonchalantly replies to Mondrian shrugging off the comment about his tardiness.

Syralana has posed:
     She taps the pad in her hand until her distraction leaves the droid open to be deactivated. She follows after him and then lets out a sigh, a roll of her eyes. "You don't need to worry too much about that. Or, it's at least not something that's of any concern. I'll be passing it to an open address and the data will get passed appropriately." She gives a sidelong glance at Mondrian.

     "Really? Calling him the rookie?" She jerks her head toward Heydan, "At least he didn't have to look around for someone right in front of them." Another slow blink and she glances at Heydan. "So what exactly is your job here anyway? I haven't heard what you do that is."

Athena (159) has posed:
Mondrian leans towards Heydan, brows furrowing. "Like -what-?"

He then reaches to grab Seegil by the collar of his shirt, growling. "You have a job to do," he says. "Now quit fooling around, dammit. You're gonna get one of us killed."

"I need you to slice the comm relay. We need to make sure that it doesn't log any of work she ends up doing for Black," he growls.

Mondrian narrows his eyes at Syra. "No, you're not. With an open address, it would be a piece of jogan fruitcake for a slicer to be able intercept the data." He folds his arms. "Seegil is going to write a program, install it as a backdoor, and run it from the comm relay itself. That way, whatever data you send will be deleted as soon as it's sent and any activity logged related to that action wiped."

"Any questions? Okay, great. Now get working, rookie," he says to Seegil. "You need to finish it before someone comes looking for that droid."

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil shakes his head at Syralana and snickers, "Nah, Mondrian is right. I'm a rookie. Lets keep that bar of expectations low.", as she finish up her work. Then looking over at Mondrian says, "Sure, sure. Alright no reason to become a rancor about it.", as his shirt is grabbed. Dusting off his hand he looks down at the ground, shrugs, and then sits cross legged on the floor. Following this he slowly reaches into his jacket and pulls out a datapad which he then begins to get to work on.

Cayde Alexis has posed:
    After he'd finished that perimeter sweep with Ann and Oona, Cayde had decided to go looking for Mr. Seegil. He hadn't gotten much chance to working on those slicing skills lately, and thought maybe Heydan could give him some tips. He noticed the man standing near the comm relay with the droid and others, before slipping off into a grove of trees.

    What were they doing...?

Syralana has posed:
     She's tapping the datapad against her hand again and then just rolls her eyes in the direction of Mondrian. She plans on keeping back-ups of all the data she sent anyway as logs, no way is she going to get pinned if they decide to dump something on her.

     She continues to walk along, just slowly pacing her way while Heydan does his work. She's just going to tae her time and go about typing up the next article she plans to send out. This one, though, is definitely more like a report they're expecting.

Athena (159) has posed:
Veena sneers at Seegil, "Better hurry up. Make sure you install the program on the relay too, without anyone seeing you."

Mondrian's glare hardens again when he sees Syra roll her eyes and continue tapping on her datapad and doesn't respond to him. "I'm the senior agent on this operation," he says sharply, "so you're going to acknowledge that you're going to do as you're told, whether you like it, or -not-."

The Zeltron man peers out of the wooded glen, frowning. "It's the kid," he says, frowning as he makes eye contact with Cayde.

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil feels the tinge of someone plucking at the back of his mind and whispers, "We got company. Jedi kind.", to the group as Cayde takes notice of them. Once again he puts the young Jedi off his mark by thinking about music while working on something else. The talent of a musician to count and play seems to be a good trick for thwarting the Jedi. Upon completing the program he pulls a cable out from his pants pocket after standing up and starts to look at where he needs to plug it in on the relay to transfer the data muttering, "Just a second they put the ports on these things in different places on every version of every model but they all look about the same.", just as he finds the plug and jacks in. Finally with a press of a finger he begins the transfer. "Well then better hold Cayde off then.", he exasperates at Veena as he looks over at her.

Cayde Alexis has posed:
    Cayde frowns...it seems they plan to tamper with the relay. But why? He remembers that he'd seen some suspicious looking records from the data he'd pulled from the CSF intel archives, so he makes a note to check those later and see if any of those present were among said suspicious records.

    When he approaches the relay, he notices Heydan standing there with a cable jacked into it. No surprise there. Again, he attempts to enter Heydan's mind and check his recent memories.

Syralana has posed:
     Syralana turns to look ad Mondrian, her eyebrows coming up, "Oh really? Really? You wanna play /that/ card? /Right now/? Man you are desperate to be acknowledged. So, shall I? Shall I say it-" and she's gesturng with her datapad toward Cayde, "RIGHT NOW? By the stars you are the worst person I've ever worked with. And I've worked with /a lot/ of people. But please, tell me how your incompetence knows no bounds, oh righteous overseer of stupidity?"

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil has his mind breeched by the Jedi, 'Took you long enough to get here Cayde.', he mentally projects as Cayde mentally invades him to retrieve a fury of images of him with a woman having fun. His communicator pings. It is Mondrian. All capital letters. He's late. Heydan ignores this and the seven other requests for him to show. Heading through the door his memory is of the walk to the relay and then he sees Syralana. His memory changes to him considering her appearance her mentally in a very adult way. His mind rushes and then before the memory of him being asked something... the mental link is disrupted as the Zeltron greets Cayde distracting him.

Athena (159) has posed:
"I just said that," the Zeltron man says, sounding annoyed at Heydan.

Mondrian briefly glances at Cayde, scowling, and Veena sneers at the slicer. "Don't tell me what to do!" she says. She then immediately turns to the Zeltron man. "Get him out of here!" she says. "Use your pheromones or whatever. Humans like those, don't they?"

Mondrian looks ready to punch Syra in the face, but decides against it, as the young padawan is approaching. So he just contents himself with shooting her an icy look and reassuming his surly security guard look. He makes a shooing motion at the Zeltron man.

The Zeltron man groans but does as he's told. Just as Cayde starts to enter Heydan's mind, the Zeltron man comes over and gripping his shoulder firmly, shakes the young padawan. "Hey! Good to see you again -- I know we might not have gotten off on the right foot with one another, but I just wanted to say sorry, y'know?"

Right before Vons distracts the young padawan, Cayde will glean that they're trying to install a backdoor program for erasing data and comm console activity. But why would they need that?

Cayde Alexis has posed:
    Huh...well, he doesn't want to jump to conclusions too quickly. He'd better check the data from the archives later before making any real judgments. When Vons touches him, he immediately switches gears and tries entering the Zeltron's mind instead, turning to him at the same time.

    [It is all right] he signs.

Syralana has posed:
     "YEAH. That's what I /thought/." Syralana snaps once more at Mondrian, her eyes flicking over toward Heydan before finishing on the two now a little further away. She looks toward the heavens, as if summoning upon nature itself to lend her patience or inight.

     Her jaw tenses and relaxes a few times with a thinning of her lips before she moves over close by Heydan. She stands between the Cayde and Heyden then, as if trying to block the Padawan's view of the work. Leaning up against the relay with her back to Heyden. She has no idea what's going on in his mind after all.

Athena (159) has posed:
The private investigator seems to know that Cayde is onto him, though. He's thinking about Navi, intentionally. Where was the pretty Sephi girl? She was usually always with Cayde. The young padawan will also faintly sense that he's jealous, even though Cayde isn't supposedly romantically involved with her at all...

"Good," he says, "glad we can ... start over?" he grins. "So... I was gonna go check out the portable dorms and check which one I've been assigned. Walk with me, and then we can go see which one's yours?" he says, trying to guide Cayde away from the comm relay.

Mondrian is glaring daggers at Syrlana. "Hey," he says coolly, "The relay isn't set up, yeah? So maybe you wanna take a hike and check out the nature around here until it's done."

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil glances at Syralana's butt as he unjacks the datapad from the relay after the transmission completes. He then slips the datapad back into his jack while still eyeing her behind before casually moving past her while flashing a charismatic smile in her direction. "Cayde! My man, how have you been? Lets catch up. Seen any good pod racing lately? Come on you can tell me about it over some food.", he says in a warm greeting towards Cayde and as a distraction to get him out of there now that his job is done.

Cayde Alexis has posed:
    Jealous? But didn't he know Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments? Vons could have Navi all to himself if he wanted.

    [She can be with you] he suddenly signs to the Zeltron, but doesn't accept or reject his offer.

    He nods to Heydan's greeting, his gaze momentarily going down to that datapad as it goes back into his jacket. [Who are your friends] he asks, looking toward Veena, Mondrian, and Syra. Well he has seen Syra before, but he doesn't think he actually go her name...

Syralana has posed:
     Syra finally shifts away from the relay as Heydan is wrapping up, standing bakc up. She's just about to look at him when Mondrian has to open his mouth once more. A slow breath, a slow exhale, her eyes shut as she seeks that inner strength and misses that smile of Heydan's. Not her fault, blame Mondrian!

     She looks back at the man once more. Her lips still pressed to a thin line. "Can you, for like, 3 minutes just /shut up/ and pay attention to the world around you? Just three minutes. That's all I ask. then you can go back to acting like you know what you're doing."

% And with that, Syralana is moving away from the relay, her hand coming up to rub at her forehead, muttering, "Kriffing amateur hour."

Athena (159) has posed:
"...." Vons just states at Cayde, a brow atched. "....what?"

"Uh. They were my roommates back on the Legacy II."

Mondrian scowls at Syra. "Kriff, you got a stick up your ass or what? You're not being productive or useful, so I was just telling you to take a walk." as she statts walking away, he says, "yeah, yeah you take a walk...nerfherder..."

Heydan Seegil has posed:
Heydan Seegil shrugs at Cayde and then looks back at the rest of the party. "Alright, well I'm going to get some food and blue milk. Smell you all later.", and tromps off as if theme music was playing.

Cayde Alexis has posed:
    [Navi] Cayde answers, spelling her name out in sign to him. [You love her] he states.

    He arches a brow at Heydan when he shrugs at the question of who his friends were. How could he not know? Clearly, he just didn't want to answer the question.

Syralana has posed:
     Syralana doesn't even look back, just holds up one hand and then extends one finger. The middle one. No looking back to see if Mondrian can see it or not. Just keeps on walking toward - where she's pretty sure - they have some sort of food. It's been a day, and she could use a cup of caf.

Athena (159) has posed:
Vons watches Heydan leaves, then turns mahogany when Cayde says he loves Navi. "I dont think thats any of your business," he grumbles, and ambles after Syra, hoping too, for a cup of caf or ... a shot of liquor. It certainly has been a day.