Apache NiFi Registry requires an authenticated user with authorization to read user groups in order to execute the command. Apache NiFi requires an authenticated user with authorization to modify access policies in order to execute the command.
Command injection also requires an authenticated user with elevated privileges. Command injection requires ShellUserGroupProvider to be one of the enabled User Group Providers in the Authorizers configuration. The ShellUserGroupProvider is not included in the default configuration. The optional ShellUserGroupProvider in Apache NiFi 1.10.0 to 1.16.2 and Apache NiFi Registry 0.6.0 to 1.16.2 does not neutralize arguments for group resolution commands, allowing injection of operating system commands on Linux and macOS platforms. This issue was resolved in Velociraptor 0.6.5-2. The mangonel is a stone thrower, and follows all the normal rules (See Warhammer, Book 1).On MacOS and Linux, it may be possible to perform a symlink attack by replacing this predictable file name with a symlink to another file and have the Velociraptor client overwrite the other file. "You can get that rock out of my 'ut and rebuild it - NOW!" "Yer," said Graglug, slowly warming to the idea, "Nice one. "'Spose so," agreed Graglug, "So what's it called again? Man-mangler?" "Look at Notlob," argued Bruglodd, "Having those spearchuckers didn't do 'im no harm." "Could be handy," conceded Graglug, "If you can get some boys to work it. Mangle-something-or-other, they called it. The rock flew through the air, landing some distance away with a crash. He cut the rope holding the arm to the winch, and the pull of the bowstring snapped the arm up. "Watch this," he said, winking at Graglug * Next, Bruglodd staggered out of his cave with a large rock, which he put in the hand. "Give us a hand, chief." he said, and the hand slowly descended as the two Orcs worked the winch against the pull of the bowstring. He fitted it to the structure, then tied the hand end to a winch at the other end of the frame. It was a beam of wood, almost fifteen feet long, with a huge metal hand at one end. "You'll see " muttered Bruglodd, dragging out the final piece of the structure. "ROCKS?" Graglug almost screamed, "Whoever heard of shooting rocks from a bow? Have you been drinking the lamp-oil again?" "Not using arrows," Bruglodd explained, lashing the gigantic bow to the framework, "Using rocks." "A bow," he said, as much to himself as to the crowd, "A bowl What the gutsucking good is a bow you need to carry around on a cart? We're Orcs, you know - Orcs not pansy Elves forty foot tall! You'll never get arrows big enough, for a start." Graglug clapped his hand over his eyes as Bruglodd dragged from his cave a huge, twisted piece of thornwood, strung with a thick rope "Looks just like you, chief," he chuckled. Next, Brugiodd bolted a huge and ugly carved face to the front of the structure. "You'll see," Bruglodd chuckled, "Just wait." By now a small crowd of Orcs had gathered round, watching the strange spectacle of their chief helping Bruglodd the Fruitcake build the strange construction. "Wheels?" echoed Graglug, "You're not thinking, are you? I mean if you need to build a cart to move it about on, how are you going to swing it?" "That's the way," Bruglodd encouraged him, "Now we can put the wheels on."
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'Ere, grab this." A heavy wooden beam was thrust into Graglug's hands, and before he had a chance to protest that manual labour was beneath his dignity as a chief, he found himself lashing it to the framework that Bruglodd had built. "Not that sort of weapon," Bruglodd assured him, "A special one. You'll never be able to pick it up, let alone swing it." "A weapon?" gasped Graglug incredulously, "A weapon? Have you any idea how many clubs and cleavers and skull crumpers and bone snappers you could make with that lot? And you're going to make one weapon out of the whole lot? Daft, you are. "But all this stuff," said Graglug, "I mean, what's it for?" "I can find it quick enough if you want to make something of it," retorted Bruglodd, "Even if you are the chief." Bet you don"t even know where your sword is in all that junk." "Nah," persisted Graglug, "Not stunty, I mean stunty! All this makin' stuff. "Wotcher mean?" he demanded, "I'm as tall as you any day!" "Been worried about you, Bruglodd," he said, "you're goin' stunty." The other looked up sharply. Graglug, chief of the Skull Cleaver Orcs, looked down at the mass of timber, rope and metal before him, and shook his head sadly.
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