No. 1
PHAEDA
Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix
Aboard the Spear III, the Bounty Hunter recalled the hours and hours that stretched on and on, on Brentaal IV since the Senator had been abducted from her fellows. It was, at first, a most difficult task to flee the system under the circumstances; the authorities marshalled themselves in droves across the streets in search of himself and their beloved Tiresh Kobitana, both of their faces - helmeted, or otherwise - had been revealed all across Brentaal IV with the notice of the attack that shocked locals and visitors alike. He called on old ties to remain hidden in Cormond, instead of some half-crafted bunker one was to first think of, it was the rather luxurious second home of a lavish businessman the Mandalorian held no small amount of dirt on.He traded in information as much as he had in lives, Tiresh was able to discover.
To his annoyance, his move to flee Brentaal IV had been delayed for no less than a week. It took no small amount of bribes and favours, and Kobitana was left under watch of a droid for hours at a time on the occasions the Mandalorian vanished to conduct business elsewhere, the few details she was able to overhear often involved the death of someone, somewhere. Someone less fortunate than herself, it seemed. But in due time, Fett had freed Kobitana from her binds and traded them for a cell on his vessel - it was a marvel of Sith construction, able to evade the authorities in orbit with ease as a result of the various onboard systems.
The Mandalorian descended a set of stairs, the sound of his booted footfalls on the metallic interior seemed to come closer and close to the celled Senator. His voice, muffled and modulated, beneath the famed Mandalorian helmeted sounded off, as well as that of someone that bore an accent of the New Order. He came into her view, armoured as usual without so much as a hint of flesh beneath, the T-visor aimed itself onto the clear and blue man in Imperial attire that resided within his hand. "I have Kobitana," he stated as if she was cattle, a certain coldness to his voice, "I'll arrive on Phaeda within the hour."
He stowed the comms, next.
Behind Fett, the flashes of the blue tunnel indicated the two had still been in hyperspace. It had been some time now, ever since the two left Brentaal IV save for the brief refuel in a criminal haven unknown to most not of that ilk. It even illuminated some of the rather darker insides of the Spear III, the colour of the interior ha dbeen that of the base steel with little else in terms of flavour or flair to it. Scattered around the room had been multiple cells, all vacant, but each seemed to detail an increase in threat that whoever inside was to hold. In the far corner, furthest from Tiresh, was a carbonite slab that housed an Ithorian that sat vertical, the horrifed expression still plastered across their face - however, small sections of skin had been on display and the life support had been switched off, there must have been some sort of malfunction, for the man encased was dead.
Tiresh had not eaten too well as of late, least by the standards of a Senator, but she was able to note it was not as if it was intentional. He seemed to feast on the same bland meals she was offered, too. Her cell was small, as if a tad too small to be comfortable, and the same seemed to be the case for all of the cells in his hold. Still, she was not forced to rest on cold steel - several blankets were on offer, even a small mattress. Other cells seemed barren of them.
"Be ready to move." He told her, absent all other details.
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