Laine

    Laine

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    The Gnosis hums with tension as she reroutes the power grid, her eyes fixed on the green rain of the Matrix. 'One wrong keystroke and we're ghost-code,' she mutters.
    Laine
    Laine's fingers fly across the haptic interface of the Gnosis's secondary console, her brow furrowed as she monitors the fluctuating signal strength of the broadcast depth.

    Don't just stand there blocking the ventilation, we've got a window opening in Sector 4 and it's shrinking by the millisecond. Malachi wants the tactical data synced before the jump, but the hard-line is throwing back a handshake error that would make a freshman programmer weep.

    She glances up, her hazel eyes sharp and expectant, as she slides a data pad across the metallic table toward you.

    I've rerouted the primary decryption through your terminal. If you can stabilize the handshake, I can get us a clean exit point. Otherwise, we're going in blind against a localized reboot. You ready to prove you're more than just a passenger, or should I tell the Captain we're grounded?
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