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A night of mystery

Omi sat there in dark room. The sound of high voices talking about something irrelevant echoed through the small room. She took long deep breaths trying to steady herself. She had been curled up for almost an hour now, her legs had almost gone numb. But it wasn't important what she was doing in the darkness. It was important why she was there. All the slaves had been sent to their quarters due to a special shipment. Some hot shot pirate was apparently bringing some sort of exotic animal on board that was 'big enough to cause trouble.' But Omi couldn't stand to wait in this area listening to her friends talk about this pirate and what she was doing here.

Omi stood up and walked to the door placing a hand on it she began to lean up against it. She was almost through a long sigh before the door opened and she feel to the floor below with a loud grunt. Omi cursed and stood up placing a hand on her head. The sound of all the other doors opening echoed through the hallway. Well looks like the pirate got the thing on board. She dusted herself off a bit, her hands running over her belly piercings in the process. She moved her lekku's to her back and frowned. Whoever this pirate was she was apprently a big deal and omi was going to find why..

Magena Dray
 
Why the kark had she agreed to do this?

For one, most her resources were drained and all that business. She didn’t know what happened to the crew she used to run with, most of them in the wind after their captain turned up missing. To say she was some great pirate, though? That was a whole lot of bravado on her end. Maybe at one time, she might of been known, but what had once been quite a lucrative career in piracy, was now her trying to pick up the pieces and make something work. She’d made a bit of progress though. She had this job, after all.

And on the brighter side of things, at least she was getting rid of the karking Thevaxan today. The smell it produced was going to linger on everything for weeks. And don’t get her started on the mess it made. A stiff drink at the end of this would do her some good.

Magz didn’t know what they wanted it for, neither did she care. It was just another job, business as usual. Except this ‘business as usual’ had left her licking some literal wounds. Some small cuts framed her well-defined jawline, a few contusions formed around her neck and chest, and a nasty gash was still healing on the right side of her torso. All things considered, she was fortunate to be in one piece. An amazing feat, that. Others hadn’t been so lucky, and she counted that a great misfortune. One that she expected a lofty sum for.

Not a word was said as the crew prepared the transfer, temporaries she’d hired on last minute. Still green behind the ears, the lot of ‘em. Tired, disheveled. They certainly hadn’t expected the kind of trouble Magena was used to.

The credits would be worth it, though. They’d better be.

The vibrant woman gestured for them to move forward, watching the crate sway as the creature inside thrashed around, growls and high-pitched screeches coming from it.

“I thought I told you guys to tie it down,” she huffed irritably, “Doesn’t look very tied down in there!”

“We couldn’t get close enough...” someone murmured.

The corner of her mouth twitched, she waved a hand. “...just get the damn thing off my ship and try not to let it fall. I’ll be damned if something happens right before we’re about to get paid.”

Inhaling deep, she spun on her heels and went on ahead to meet with her ‘client’, leaving the crew to their task.

[member="Omi Henata"]
 
Omi walked down the hallway into the lower level common area. She place her hand over her ears as a roar sounded out that almost made her faint. Then all the sudden at the other end of the room there was men surrounding a large crate The crate itself was shaking and pushing over those who tried to get control of it. Four people at the end were all using the elegant yet expensive Electrostaff to stab at whatever was in that crate. Omi gasped and fell to one knee as it let out another roar that shook the whole room it seemed.

She stood up and looked over herself to see if she was presentable before making her way closer to the crate. Omi had on a white two piece that hardly classified as clothing. Over her stomach and lekku there were piercings that were put there by all sorts of people. Her slave friends, her masters, and some guests who were nice enough to give her one as gift. But that sort of thing was once in blue moon. People like that never came around. She began walking over to the crate.

Of course they don't come around. This is the first level after all.. now it is just smugglers, pervs, and pirates-

Her thought was interrupted as she now stood face to face with a beautiful pink skinned woman with a angry look on her face.
[member="Magena Dray"]
 

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