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The mass chaos its inducing amongst the fainter of heart is making her smirk at the terminal, though.]
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...Hello, Emprethh. Did you need thomething?
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As a matter of fact, yes.
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What ith it?
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What do you make of that?
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It'th a network attack. Thomeone'th trying to hack the thythtem. [He glances up at her, shrugging] I hope they manage it, ith all I'm thaying.
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Trace it.
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But this is the Condesce, and for all that she enslaved his ancestor and probably wants to enslave him, too, she is still the Condesce. He will take a stand against her in a heartbeat when it matters. But he intended to try anyway.
He focuses on the screen and takes a breath, then pulls up a command prompt and starts to type commands in ~ATH]
I'll try.
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