Snippet #2236550

Austin wasn't too pleased after being ignored once more by Regina. He would bring this up with her later. She should respect her elders. Especially after making the request she just did. It didn't help she got down to his level and treated him as she did. Even if she was doing it because he looked like a child, he figured he'd at least deserved a little respect by now.

He decided to begin on her request. To make changes like this, he needed a hardline into MAK, considering MAK was the center of everything on the ship. He pulled up the ship schematics again. He found a room located near the center of the ship. He made his way down there. The chips in his head made for amazing convenience. He even started working on things before they began. He would have looked awkward to anyone walking by. Looking up at seemingly nothing. Typing away at his ancient keyboard.

He made it to a room near the center of the ship. MAK's core was quite large. He looked around some, and found what he was looking for. He opened up the line into MAK, and pulled it up to the back of his neck. He hated using his palm inputs, as they didn't allow him to type. The click of the connection to his neck brought a new wave of information. It gave him a new entire sensation, as if gaining a new nervous system in an instant. He felt the ship and all its programs.

MAK began talking to him. "Hello there Austin. I've been made aware you are to take the Nightwing and its crew off the record."

"Nah MAK that's way to easy. And it won't work for long either. No. I've got something better planned."

Austin had MAK communicate with some systems planet side. He didn't have the authorization or the power to get to get into Intergalactic Counsel records. He made a few proxies as he always did, making it harder to find him while he was in the act. MAK was fairly useful as well. Adding his power to Austin's and letting him use the Nightwing's authorizations to get into certain places without strong arming his way through the programming. He started at the docks. They had to have access to the records they needed, so it would mean he could access them. He found the Nightwing. From what he could tell the people after them were still hot on their tail, so Austin came up with a plan that he would use instead of Regina's. He didn't really care if she minded or not. It would work better in the end.

Austin had to next access the records of the jumps between planets. Austin found the Nightwings most recent jump, and he looked for a ship that jumped at as close to the same time as possible. He also looked for something with a similar build as the Nightwing, but that was less important then the timing. He found a ship that suited his needs. Instead of giving the Nightwing a fake ID, he would swap it with another ships. But he had one better planned too. He wrote a quick program, his fingers flying at miles a second, leaving a loud clacking to resonate in the room. He double checked his work, and was convinced it would do. He attached the program to the Nightwing's registration, and then performed the swap. The idea was simple, but ingenious. Everytime a ship with the Nightwing's registration made a jump, on exit it would search for another ship who exited the jump at close to the same time. It would then swap the registrations of the two ships. Anytime a ship with the Nightwing's registration would make port, it would swap the registration with any ship leaving an hour after it lands. The Nightwing would always be on the move, making it impossible to get to and even if they did get to the vessel it would be a fake. Austin was pleased with himself one again.

"MAK send Regina a message telling her I've done what she requested. Inform her of what the program does exactly so she's aware of the situation. Also tell her I'm going to make everyone on the Nightwing disappear."

"Right away Austin. And i believe you should address her as "Captain"."

"I'll call her Captain when I die of old age."

Austin wasn't too pleased with MAK. He was way too stuck up and bland for his taste. He bagn pondering ways to make him more fun...