Sempra the Hutt
A very hutty hutt!
Location: Space over Sriluur, soon entering the athmospehere
The ship drifted, clearly without power to support itself. The question was if it had enough power to eject its rescue pods. If they did they would end up on the surface of the planet below. Perhaps an option they cared little for.
There was not a question about that this would have been a fine collection for the sly inhabitants of this part of space. The Hutt Cartel thrived upon its piracy and normally this ship would have been boarded long ago, its cerw killed or dragged before the throne of the supreme mogul in the white palace. Where he would choose who would live, who would entertain his court by dying and who the pirates could keep.
But this time it was different. The distress signal had been detected by the white palace as carrying a VIP guest. A senator from the republic. Orders, directly from the whtie throne itself had instructed the ship to be left unharmed. The senator would however be collected.
That was exactly what the docking shuttle was about to do.
"Unidentified republic vessel. This is Captain Marr of the cartel defence fleet." the raspy voice transmitted into the command bridge of the drifting vessel.
"We have detected that you are powered down and have come to fetch senator [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], to discuss terms of your swift departure."
"Preparing to dock." the voice instructed without waiting for a confirmation. They all knew that the drifting vessel only stood around a day or so before it would start entering the athmospehere. And by then they would all die.
The docking shuttle flew inside the frigates small hangar where it landed and opened a door. A rough looking trandoshan warrior exited it. and stood by the door awaiting for the senator to arrive. Well either that or get the hell out of there...
The ship drifted, clearly without power to support itself. The question was if it had enough power to eject its rescue pods. If they did they would end up on the surface of the planet below. Perhaps an option they cared little for.
There was not a question about that this would have been a fine collection for the sly inhabitants of this part of space. The Hutt Cartel thrived upon its piracy and normally this ship would have been boarded long ago, its cerw killed or dragged before the throne of the supreme mogul in the white palace. Where he would choose who would live, who would entertain his court by dying and who the pirates could keep.
But this time it was different. The distress signal had been detected by the white palace as carrying a VIP guest. A senator from the republic. Orders, directly from the whtie throne itself had instructed the ship to be left unharmed. The senator would however be collected.
That was exactly what the docking shuttle was about to do.
"Unidentified republic vessel. This is Captain Marr of the cartel defence fleet." the raspy voice transmitted into the command bridge of the drifting vessel.
"We have detected that you are powered down and have come to fetch senator [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], to discuss terms of your swift departure."
"Preparing to dock." the voice instructed without waiting for a confirmation. They all knew that the drifting vessel only stood around a day or so before it would start entering the athmospehere. And by then they would all die.
The docking shuttle flew inside the frigates small hangar where it landed and opened a door. A rough looking trandoshan warrior exited it. and stood by the door awaiting for the senator to arrive. Well either that or get the hell out of there...