Andy - 'Daisy...' part 2

Who: Andy
Where: Science deck, Rufus's lab
When: 10 minutes after previous part 1
The Janitor grunted as his jointed popped and crackled in preparation.
Andy was sweating, his breath was shaky, and he hadn't even touched
the keyboard yet. It was always the anticipation before the crime that
got him. Mind you it'd been a long time since he'd done this. For both
him and the world.
But they'd remembe, and they'd come running with their spot lights.
Dammit, isn't that what he bribed Seymour for with that caviar? Oh
wait… he never actually did get him those damn fish eggs.
Oh well.
Andy's fingers dug into his left Haz-suit pocket. They must've cut off
the top of the suit as they where pulling him back together. Good
thing he didn't wear it as a necklace today.
He pulled out the Masterkey which he'd attached to a necklace. Mind
you he'd never puckered up the courage to actually wear it. Now he
didn't have much of a choice.
Andy moved over to the terminal and tapped the keyboard with the edge
of the diamond-shaped object. Never did matter where he made contact.
It would always interface.
The holographic display shot up at him. It stood purring and humming
in anticipation. Like a cat that had waited too long to be stroked. He
couldn't put it off any longer. Andy needed to do finish what he had
set into motion.
"First order of business; access." Andy began his narration. The
hacker's hand went a blur as the simplified display spit data back at
him. Within seconds, the combined efforts of the Australian man's raw
skill and the Master-Key's brute power cracked the Blue Dwarfs
information network wide open. At the touch of a key he could destroy
entire files, render entire reconnaissance missions in vain or simply
order four thousand pizzas for Seymour then put the tab under Jed.
Andy shook his head.
This was the reason why he never hacked, temptation.
The hacker moved into what he was looking for, the transmission line
to planet eBay. Simply a matter of imposing a Trojan program and the
authentication line would keep connection with it. Only this Trojan
program was painted pink, decorated with flowers while inside the
Greek hoplites were replaced with Spartans armed with miniguns,
katanas and suited up in power armour.
"The door is open. I'm in." The hacker mumbled under his breath as his
focus continued.
Now it was just a matter of finding it. This was an entire planet of
people selling their pet rocks and unwanted pairs of socks. He'd have
to be smart. "Search: 'Blue Dwarf'." Andy blinked slowly then reclined
slightly he saw 4,000 results show up. Apparently, a lot of people had
Blue Dwarf sheep they didn't want.
Pulling down the selection he reordered it in terms of value.
There it was; his ship, his home.
Going out the door for 2 Trillion Dollar-pounds.
Fully renovated, fully furnished, fully manned.
It didn't take Andy long to realise that this guy was trying to sell
him into slavery. For that, he was going to make sure that he was
going to murder him slowly in his sleep. But considering who used to
run this ship, he suspected he'd have to wait in line… for three years.
"Back to the present."
Andy started by spamming the bidding with fully plausible bids. Each
one with a different account thanks to the Master-Key, each and
everyone with real addresses and on-line accounts. It'll be raining
bouncing checks like two Hercules-class aircraft, filled with nothing
but rubber balls, colliding in mid-air.
This was, however, only buying him time should the master plan not work.
The preparations where made. He'd raided his old website and hacked
YouTube for the necessary video and audio files. It was all tied to
one keystroke. Andy gulped and sighed as he indulged himself in the
fictitious option of not doing it.
The hacker looked back at the deactivated Keto.
Andy sighed as he simply understood he had no choice. He'd gone past
the point of no return so long ago that he just couldn't remember
being presented the choice.
Andy pressed enter. "… Daisy,-"
~~
Where: Planet eBay, control hub
"-Daisy."
A Dolphorse dressed in over-alls, that had somehow jammed on not only
a pair of glasses but also braces stared at his screen. At first he
thought it was a joke but slowly he realised that one of the Bidding
pages had pushed itself to the front of the entire site and was now
playing a youTube video.
"Give me your answer do!" The song cheerfully chortled.
An indeciperatble squeaking sound came from it's throat as it called
over it's superior. Confused looks were exchanged as the song
continued in "I'm half crazy-". However, the confusion was quickly
magnified as the staff began to call their monitors and tech support
soon after. The page was everywhere and it wasn't slowing down. This
was planet eBay's worst nightmare.
"-All for the love of you!"
~~
Where: Blue Dwarf, Drive room
"It won't be a stylish marriage." The overly happy man continued.
Boris's face turned from gleeful, to confused, to despair, then to
fury so fast that he made PMS look like a bastion of safely and
stability. At first the bidding has inexplicably skyrocketed- to 4
trillion! Then suddenly everything started to go wrong. Pictures of
the long defunct Tri-Optimum Corporation were plastered over the
screen. Screen shots of the previous captain, Jed, were slapped down
the middle. One of them was even holding a gun against a particularly
poor resolution-picture of Boris's face.
But below of all was the massive glowing red of HAL 9000.
"No… it can't be…"
"I can't afford a carriage." The singer disagreed.
~~
Where: Planet Earth, UN headquarters for counter-cyber terrorism
"But you'll look sweet."
The 70 year old major-general G. Chapman sprayed out his cup of earl
grey tea onto his computer screen as the music filtered through his
speakers. A second of childishness, or perhaps simply him showing his
age and in his wondering he'd stumbled upon something that he'd hoped
that his department had buried little over fifty years ago.
"Upon the seat-."
Chapman picked up his phone and grumbled down the intercom. "Hal's
back." It was simple, abrupt and with all the subtly of being slapped
in the face with a napalm-coated salmon. Then again, Hal was like that.
"-Of a Bicycle built for two..." The song finally finished. Well, it
just paused for a few seconds then looped over.
Chapman pushed back into his chair and glared at the screen. His
nemesis had returned. "I warned you Andy, I warned you to stay away.
Now I'll hunt you to the ends of the Earth."
<The police are looking into this, eBay is calling for death and all
the world's eyes are now focused on Blue Dwarf. Have fun Boris, Tag!>
OOC: I honestly felt that this has been my best post yet on Blue
Dwarf. I feel like I should take the time to thank you all for giving
me this opportunity! Enjoy!