(a/n: made most of this up in terms of UNIT but I think I got the hacking bit correct. I love movies that are based around hackers. Ah, they lighten my life. <3)
Smirking wickedly and rocking back on her soft, comfortable chair, Lilith Anselm stuck the end of the black biro pen in her mouth and watched the website go up online. It was a test, something she had tried before but not to the extreme that she had currently gone to. All webites could be controlled by people sucj as the FBI or the CIA, and could be shut down via their IP address if they hosted dangerous or terribly offensive content. There were ways to get around this, obviously, you simply changed the IP address and bingo! The site would go up again no problem. However, to be able to keep having the Ip address change every time the current one was shut down equired a lot of time and effort, and if you weren’t there at your computer there wasn’t much you could do about it. What you needed – and what Lilith had created – was a bot to refresh the Ip address every single time that someone decided to put her current one down.
She was bored, and it was obvious. So here she sat, listening to incredibly loud music in the computer labs – which were conviently empty probably due to her occupancy in the room and the music that was probably incredibly distracting to anyone but Lilith. She had at least six different monitors (four that she had brought in on her own and installed) and each displayed different amounts of data. One was a current download of all the data from the virus she had caught when she had first met Mace and realised what UNIT was, exactly. The second held her current virus that she had been coding for the past thirty eight hours, the third held all her communications with the hacker world and her contacts such as the self obsorbed hacker “Gandalf” and the website hacker “TFYB” (Thanks For Your Bandwidth) – along with various others.
When you were a hacker, you kind of got to know everyone else on the same lowdown as you. Especially when they came across something they found challenging. Damn, then it was fair play to see who could crack into the server first. It was a game, always had been to many of them, the information was useless because half of them either didn’t care or didn’t understand it. The fun part wasn’t getting to the information inside, it was getting past all the security locks and bolts that the website had on it. The thrill that you might get caught, stuff like that. Leaning forward, all four legs of the chair crashing down on the floor, Lilith smirked. “Okay, boys. Try this one.” She murmured, bringing up conversation on monitor three and her website up on monitor four.
[‘Seraphim: Hey, TFYB, try and shut this baby down for me, would ya, sweetheart?’]
[ ‘TFYB: Piece of cake, angel baby.’]
“Sure it is” she murmured in reply, leaving the window up and watching as the site went down, the bot kicked in. “Ace” With the site having thousands of mirrors in over 100 different countries, there was no way that it was going to get shut down soon, no matter what her dear friend threw at it. Giving a glance to the data on screen one, Lilith stuck her tongue out and skipped a few tracks on her record on screen five. Screen six remained empty, showing only her background of the galaxy. Screen six was for emergencies only, for when something urgent popped up that she needed a whole screen and not just a window for.
Tapping her hands on the desk and pushing her chair away, Lilith stood, quickly pressing three different keys on her keyboard to remote lock everything so that no nosey little bugger that might be working for UNIT could come and mess up her stuff. Not that she though they would, but there was no telling what was going to happen. Switching off screens two, three and four and locking them with her own password, she smiled and headed off to find something to eat and drink. She would probably return in twenty minutes to find the chat window with TFYB cursing her name and then complimenting the amount of mirrors before asking her exactly how she did it.
Buzzing through the door, pushing it open to walk down the hallway to the cafeteria, she pulled out her small (new) mobile phone and accessed the internet immediately. She was never without a connection, ever, and being stuck on the UNIT base thanks to her contract gave her enough time to practically live next to her computers and probably crawl back to her house-on-base when Samael got a little bit lonely (and hungry). Pushing the cafeteria door open, she headed over to where she could smell food and grabbed an empty plate, still glancing down to her phone as she logged into all her avaliable accounts and observed the goings on of…pretty much everything. All the top priority websites that had been hacked in some way or another in the past three hours, the most active websites excluding search engines, social netowrking and news sites in the past five minutes, the most active online chatrooms, everything that was being used to a popular degree was being given to her via a small program on her mobile.
Not bad for something only five inches big, right?
Slipping into a chair with…whatever it was she had placed on her plate, Lilith let out a small sigh and put the phone down beside the hot food, taking this small, somewhat quiet moment to relax and think about how exactly her life got this insane.
Oh, yeah, she forgot. Mace was an insane person. Figured his job (and techncially her job) would be too.
”Shhhh!” Carys admonished her growling stomach as she strode down the hall to the cafeteria, boots making a crisp marching sound that echoed down the corridor. Like usual, she was only in uniform from the waist down. Her black military boots and pants didn’t quite match with the yellow tank top that had a fanged smiley face on the front and read ‘bite me’ on the back. She had been out flying for fun, so her lack of uniform wasn’t much of an issue at the moment. Carys rounded the corner into the cafeteria, glancing around at the people in line. She recognized everyone except for a redhead in plainclothes who seemed glued to her cellphone. She chuckled a little before getting in line a few spots behind her, tapping the boy in front of her on his shoulder. “Hey, Richard, still smarting from your recent loss?” He turned around instantly, scowling. “I did not lose!” Carys chuckled, grabbing a bowl and holding it out to the server. ”We can race again. You can lose again.”
Carys frowned at the mass the server dropped in her bowl. It looked relatively close to the oatmeal that it claimed to be. Only one way to find out…She poured in a pit of milk, dropped in a few lumps of brown sugar and grabbed a spoon. “Anyways, as I was saying.” Carys inclined her head a little to her left as they headed for an empty table. “I kicked your ass, and I can do it again without breaking a sweat.” She grinned devilishly and he frowned, purposely butting into her. “Hey!” Carys stumbled to the side, running into a table and barely managing to keep her oatmeal from spilling. She caught her balance and looked at the occupant of the booth. “Sorry about that.” Carys smiled and looked at the girl a moment longer before she recognized her. “Oh! You’re the hacker! The one who gave Jackson the black eye!” She plopped down in the booth across from Lilith. “Fantastic job, by the way.” The devilish grin spread across her face again. “So, you working here now?” Probably hired on as a civilian consultant since she wasn’t wearing a uniform. Carys took a few bites of oatmeal, pleased to find that it tasted pretty close to what oatmeal should taste like.
Lilith took great pleasure to watch the members of UNIT as they went about their daily business, it wasn’t really how she expected it. Admittedly she didn’t know what she was expecting, but the casual air that almost poisoned the cafeteria was not it. She rocked back on the chair, scowling at her food whilst watching her phone buzz along the table. She knew what it meant, it meant that TFYB was having fun with her little bot and was probably sending her phone messages after realising that she wasn’t answering her IM. Great. There went her peace. Not to mention that some of the members of this crew were being loud and annoying.
Still, she jumpd when someone actually noticed her and more than act, actually spoke to her. Looking up sharply to the rather cheery girl as she realised exactly who she was after bumpig in to her table, Lilith pulled a face. She didn’t do talking to others very well, in fact Mace only got a full sentence out of her because she had to full explain things to him.
’Yeah. That’s me” She affirmed, watching as the female settled herself into the chair opposite her. ”Be tried to drag me out the toilet.” Something she could be sure that he wouldn’t do again anytime soon, since she was rather sure that the swift kick in his eye had taught the man some manners about girls and toilets. Regardless of orders.
Shrugging at the question fo her employment, Lilith glanced to the buzzing mobile phone. ”I suppose so, technical advisor to Alan Mace” She supposed she was lucky that wasn’t really the job that it suggested, since trying to explain anything hack-wise to Mace normally led to him blinking at her somewhat confused. Not that she could really blame him, to those who didn’t understand the coding of software, computers and what have you, then hacking was just one big wall of numbers and codes that meant nothing. To Lilith, she saw the code for what it was: a door and it was her job to find the right combination of codes to open that door. Returning her attention back to the female, Liith motioned her hand towards her. ”What about you? What do you do here?”
”You’d have to hit him harder than that to nock some real manners into him.” She shook her head, smirking. ”The boy clearly never had sisters.” Carys chuckled to herself. Sisters make you learn proper etiquette with girls and toilets really fast. When Lilith answered that she was an advisor to Commander Mace, Carys raised an eyebrow. That was actually a pretty impressive position. Although it couldn’t be easy, either….
“Ooh, that sounds fun.” Carys chuckled. “I really don’t envy you that job, the man has trouble texting. Don’t get me wrong, Mace is great at what he does. Most people his age are a little….confused when it comes to technical junk.” She took a tentative bite of her oatmeal. Eh, close enough. Carys took another bite, this time much larger, and swallowed before answering Lillith. “I’m a pilot, mostly. Sometimes things get a little slow, and I fill in where it’s needed.” She took another bite, a bit more pleased with the taste this time. Cafeteria food always tended to grow on you like that. You just had to get past the first few bites before it started to taste right. "I'm assuming you're fairly new, since I haven't seen you before." Another few bites was the end of the oatmeal. Carys dropped her spoon into the bowl with a clatter. "Do you live on base or off? I'm on base. If you need a point in the right direction, just ask me." She stood up and picked up her bowl.
((Sorry this took so long, won't happen again, I'm back full time now.))
