With that part of the conversation out of the way, Raezyr explained why Trychon got the looks he did for the comment made earlier.
Trychon laughed. "Ok... I guess I could see where you guys were coming from. I just wasn't paying enough attention to the conversation. You have to let me know when we switch gears like that. I thought we were still on Pirate jokes!"
"You can stick to the pirate jokes." Raezyr smiled.
"Oh good. I think I prefer them to your innuendos. Hey Raez... Why was the pirate drunk in the street?... Because he got thrown out of the Baaaarrrr...."
"Wow, Trych. Just wow." Raezyr got up and grabbed another ale, and was on his way off to work on the ship as 'ordered' when Trychon stopped him.
"Hey Raezyr?"
"Yeah, Trych?"
"Are you going to ask her to shiver your timber?"
"Shut up, Trych."
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Trychon stared at his ale again in silence. He picked it up and enjoyed another drink. He looked to his datapad. He was getting frustrated. He knew there was something wrong in the computer... but he couldn't find it. It was simple enough on one hand. The problem had to be that there was a program running un-accounted for.
But then why couldn't he find it?
It was like searching for a force-ghost. This is why some slicers used droids to help. The computer would 'speak' with them in a way. That was for amateurs though. The computer spoke to him too in it's own way. It was just being too quiet right now.
He got up and walked around the room, mindlessly tossing his inert saber up and down in his left hand. He wandered from side to side of the room, stopping only to get a drink as he passed the table.
He sat back down and played with his datapad again....
That was it. He got up and ran to the cockpit and started playing with the controls there. The computer wasn't talking to him because he was talking to his datapad. He flew through the commands, and sure enough... there it was. A program that shouldn't be running.
It shouldn't even have been there. He monitored it and learned nothing. The program just sat there and looped harmlessly... stealing just a bit of the ship's brainpower, and nothing else.
Regardless, he'd found it. He knew what it was all along... but someone had been clever enough to tell the ship not to send info to the datapad about it. It was a stupid trick, but it'd caught him off guard. Later, he'd have to put in a program not only to override such a command... but to alert him.
He sat there and watched as it looped endlessly. This was interesting and tiresome at the same time... still... he had to leave the program active if he was ever going to figure out why it was playing with him, and who had made it do so.
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