Webcam up in here.
[Hardison is sitting in a nondescript warehouse somewhere, chillin' at a desk, with a bottle of orange soda in hand. Clearly someone else must have gotten it for him, because he's still on Hypatia's shit list. He leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest--wait, the camera...he's using his netbook's webcam to broadcast onto the network. He must have figured out how to sync it.
That aside, he looks perplexed and a little concerned.]
So, there's some real strange business goin' on up in here, I get that, but...anyone else seein' this?
[He reaches out, hits a key, and suddenly there's a picture in picture on his feed. The new window is displaying power readings off Hypatia's mainframe electrical grid. He hits another key and it's the communications logs of the drone workers, then the door triggers, then the material requisition logs. There's a lot of red flags in the system, the feed is almost blocked out with them, and all of them under the codes for Zone 07.]
Now, people, near as I figure either someone's built up the Deathstar in Zone 07, or yall are havin one hell of a sweet, nuclear rave party without me.
So which is it?
That aside, he looks perplexed and a little concerned.]
So, there's some real strange business goin' on up in here, I get that, but...anyone else seein' this?
[He reaches out, hits a key, and suddenly there's a picture in picture on his feed. The new window is displaying power readings off Hypatia's mainframe electrical grid. He hits another key and it's the communications logs of the drone workers, then the door triggers, then the material requisition logs. There's a lot of red flags in the system, the feed is almost blocked out with them, and all of them under the codes for Zone 07.]
Now, people, near as I figure either someone's built up the Deathstar in Zone 07, or yall are havin one hell of a sweet, nuclear rave party without me.
So which is it?