Naghi Audition

[Naghi Minatsuchi]

"Who's speaking?"

The lightest of groans escaped Naghi's lips as he leaned over the panel before him, listening to the squeaky voice coming over the line. He wondered sometimes how certain people ended up at this academy if they couldn't even figure out how to run a COMM, which wasn't rocket science. Light sarcasm flowed through his words. "The wide, flashing panel that says 'Naghi Minatsuchi' should be a good indication." The small chorus of embarrassed ohs coming over the line a few seconds later informed Naghi that the girl had figured it out now that he'd beaten her over the head with it. Leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for her to finish her light stammering and report to him whatever it was she was meant to report. He hoped it wasn't anything too urgent, or someone would be dead before she got it all out of her mouth. Considering his reputation around the school for his work in the ops room, though, it made at least a little sense that she'd be all over herself in confusion. She was reporting intelligence to the most well-known intelligence man in the school.

"The commander- would like to, uh, to know about your progress." Naghi plopped back down into the rolling chair he'd been sitting in before the message had come in. If he had to give nothing more than an explanation, he wanted to at least be comfortable for it. "I'm into the mainframe and already downloading some information about the emperor's funeral arrangements and autopsy," he told her. He could almost hear her eyes widen over the radio. "Already!? How did you get past the firewall!?" Naghi shrugged slightly as if she were standing right before him. He was so used to talking to people in this manner that he almost felt like he was talking face-to-face with the person on the other end of the COMM. "The blocks they use are in foreign code and difficult to crack...but not for me. What, you think these war-minded Milites are better with security and tech code than our class at the Peristylium?" He leaned over to punch a few keys on the panel, drawing up the files he was downloading for his own personal viewing as the girl let loose another series of embarrassed sounds. It was always easy to figure out the newbies...

"The Milites went out of their way to put on a show," Naghi proceeded to tell her, supposing she could take a sneak preview back to the commander of her class if she could stop uming and awing. "They had a whole funeral procession with a very angry-looking Cid at the front of it, swaggering." Of course, Cid Aulstyne always looked angry. Naghi should know, he had handled enough photos and videos of the man in the past few weeks to be dreaming about him. Well...less dream, more like nightmare. Dreams were more reserved for young cadets who were already starting to learn why Naghi was so well-known around the school, but those were thoughts for a day when he wasn't smack in the middle of a Milites outpost.

A little sound like a phone ringing stopped him from saying anymore. Speaking of which... "I'm going to have to finish this conversation later...call on the other line," he told her, receiving a slow, reluctant okay and catching something else she started to say to someone behind her before the COMM went dead. ...Right. Clearing his throat, Naghi took in a breath and mashed a button on the panel to take the message. He immediately shifted his voice from its usual loose timber to a more military-style, harsh tone, adding a slight accent to his voice just for good measure. "This is base designation S-4." Immediately after he'd finished and the voice on the other line started asking for his operating number, Naghi shot over the edge of his chair to the unconscious Milite operator on the floor, patting down his jacket for his keycard. He found it just as the man finished the word number. "2-4-0-1-3-2," he responded, sounding as bored as possible. "Base, we have report of unauthorized access to the primary data cache from your location. Do you know anything about that?"

Naghi groaned in mock frustration. "One of the new technicians has had some 'new, revolutionary ideas' on how to handle our firewalls and overall security software detail." His eyes shifted to the bar on the download. Four percent. He didn't have to stall this guy for long. For effect, he made a few clicks on the keyboard before him. "Mmm, yes, it's showing me the access is from in-base with an employee key-code...no...no he's not using our codes...what is he doing?" Leaning back and looking very pleased with himself as the download finished and the man on the other side of the line started barking out orders for the hardline to be cut, Naghi picked up the disk with the information, gave a panicked assurance that he'd go handle the nonexistent new technician personally before the troops arrived and immediately got rid of any indication he'd ever been doing anything more than adjusting the firewall's codes to make them better, going so far as to leave the firewall on the screen. Hopping up out of the chair, Naghi gave one last glance at the unconscious operator on the floor and shifted out of the door, never to be seen by this particular group of people ever again.

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[Oerba Dia Vanille]

ME = LAZY

APPROVED THOUGH!

[Serah Farron]

ACCEPTED

Come on, did you really expect anything else? Go and make that app like a baws!