As much as Erika wants to stick her hands into the network, group efforts require distribution of duties, and she's not as fast as she used to be, anyways.
She positions herself as a monitor, with two key jobs - information relay and security countermeasures. Part of their dilemma, she's been thinking, is that who/whatever they're throwing their weigh against has the advantage of seeing any preparations performed on station computers. Any serious attempt at hacking in will have to be less than straightforward. They'll have to be coordinated, and any messages sent between them will have to be secure. And when they secure access or control, they'll need to immediately put down defenses to avoid being forced right back out as soon as their adversary regroups.
So.
Erika brings a bit of levity to their physical hub, with a physical keyboard that smiles lazily at all in sight, and a pet that's content to sit in her lap being fed chunks of replicated snack crackers but occasionally gets up and bounces around to see if any of its surroundings are edible.
But her own mood is raw focus, near-silence and rapid typing. She has a spare, uninitialized communicator on her other wrist that she's jury-rigged into a dual screen machine for her first. Other members of the tech team receive commentary-free messages, periodic updates on the actions of their teammates, Status? inquiries, requests to aid someone else who looks like they could benefit from specific skills. Security programs to run. Warnings about station defenses. So on and so forth.
Erika can go a remarkable length of time without getting up and walking around. (Or eating.) She'll be at this for a while, but the project won't be without its lulls in activity.]
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As much as Erika wants to stick her hands into the network, group efforts require distribution of duties, and she's not as fast as she used to be, anyways.
She positions herself as a monitor, with two key jobs - information relay and security countermeasures. Part of their dilemma, she's been thinking, is that who/whatever they're throwing their weigh against has the advantage of seeing any preparations performed on station computers. Any serious attempt at hacking in will have to be less than straightforward. They'll have to be coordinated, and any messages sent between them will have to be secure. And when they secure access or control, they'll need to immediately put down defenses to avoid being forced right back out as soon as their adversary regroups.
So.
Erika brings a bit of levity to their physical hub, with a physical keyboard that smiles lazily at all in sight, and a pet that's content to sit in her lap being fed chunks of replicated snack crackers but occasionally gets up and bounces around to see if any of its surroundings are edible.
But her own mood is raw focus, near-silence and rapid typing. She has a spare, uninitialized communicator on her other wrist that she's jury-rigged into a dual screen machine for her first. Other members of the tech team receive commentary-free messages, periodic updates on the actions of their teammates, Status? inquiries, requests to aid someone else who looks like they could benefit from specific skills. Security programs to run. Warnings about station defenses. So on and so forth.
Erika can go a remarkable length of time without getting up and walking around. (Or eating.) She'll be at this for a while, but the project won't be without its lulls in activity.]