It had been awhile since Otter had been on a really GOOD computer system. Remorseless wasn't bad, but those refurbed freighters skimped on electronics. Peacemaker had military specification systems, and while that meant it had some formidable defenses, it ALSO meant it had room for Death Otter to really spread her wings.
She surged through the ship's systems, rewriting access privileges as she went, leaving a wake of locked-out network nodes behind her. Her first target was the shipboard AI. Though there was someone doing network security, and whoever it was wasn't BAD per se, there was little a console jockey could do against someone who's consciousness was projected into the ship itself. In seconds the 'white-hat' hacker was shut away behind multiple layers of randomized security that cut off his access while his controls were bombarded with profane 'death otter' branded spam from multiple nodes she'd reconfigured on the fly to attack him, rendering his equipment nearly useless.
The battle against the artificial intelligence was far more interesting.
Here, Otter took advantage of the nature of an AI. Its mind consisted of discrete nodes, working in close unity. It was devlishly fast and quick to adapt, but she was able to surprise it by distracting it with a big release of malicious code as a feint, followed by isolating and cutting off one of its neural nodes from the others. This caused the whole mind to become one slightly dumber, slower mind, and one really dumb and slow mind that was effectively trapped. The AI immediately turned on that data-prison, giving Death Otter an opening to take advantage of its diminished state. As it freed its imprisoned node, Otter was able to quickly degrade the connections of three other nodes.
From there, it was a game of jabs, feints and finishing the job. Twenty seven nodes in all, each of them cut off from the others...powerful in their own right, but not designed to function individually. Containable, until she had a chance to dig into the base code and see what could be done.
With the net-spider and the artificial intelligence handled, Death Otter assumed full control of the ship's network. Her giggling voice came over the erstwhile crew of the Remorseless' comms.
"The ship's ours, guys. If you'd just handle a little pest control problem it has, I think we're good to go."
Information flooded everyone's data displays, showing deckplans, the locations of crewmembers, all annotated with notes. The home ground advantage, turned on its head.