RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Loction: The Mara Corridor
[member="Onna Sunrider"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Alys Raxis"]
The Mara. It was a vast stretch that connected most of the rim. It was a place where much was ado these days. Jack had a particular interest today in monitoring the corridor for Pirates. The lawlessness of the Corridor lent easy targets up for their gobbling, and he was tired of hearing his smuggler buddies complain about the matter. In a matter of three months galactic standard, there had been over one hundred fifty reported raids on convoys, some containing civilians.
Why he even gave a crap he wasn't entirely sure. His mother had been a Warden once, dedicated to patrolling the spacelanes as well as the entire galaxy, smiting evil where it sprouted. He supposed he wasn't much different. A bit of a vagabond and a wildcard, he still had his moments when he gave a Kark.
Innocent civilians being sold into slavery was another peeve of his. And three guesses where most of them were being picked up.
"Dak revert us here and set the Grav mines."
The Kessels Pride reverted from hyperspace, making a flash as she came into the corridors main sub-light lanes. There was nothing out here. A few derelict ships floated with their hulls burned out. Lot's of debris. His contacts had been right, this was a place where they set the most raids.
"Roger."
Dak flipped a few switches and small cylindrical sphere floated into the night. They latched onto the derelict, activating. Gravity began to pulse, drawing them in a bit closer than he liked.
"Whoa!" He Juked right, banking the Pride and putting her to full burn. All mines were deployed.
Then he killed her, dead stop. his thumbs flipped off the power, all the way down to the life support. They appeared now to be another completely derelict vessel, almost impervious to scanners. In the void Dak and Jack waited, breath fogging the inside of their EVA suits HUD.
[member="Onna Sunrider"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Alys Raxis"]
The Mara. It was a vast stretch that connected most of the rim. It was a place where much was ado these days. Jack had a particular interest today in monitoring the corridor for Pirates. The lawlessness of the Corridor lent easy targets up for their gobbling, and he was tired of hearing his smuggler buddies complain about the matter. In a matter of three months galactic standard, there had been over one hundred fifty reported raids on convoys, some containing civilians.
Why he even gave a crap he wasn't entirely sure. His mother had been a Warden once, dedicated to patrolling the spacelanes as well as the entire galaxy, smiting evil where it sprouted. He supposed he wasn't much different. A bit of a vagabond and a wildcard, he still had his moments when he gave a Kark.
Innocent civilians being sold into slavery was another peeve of his. And three guesses where most of them were being picked up.
"Dak revert us here and set the Grav mines."
The Kessels Pride reverted from hyperspace, making a flash as she came into the corridors main sub-light lanes. There was nothing out here. A few derelict ships floated with their hulls burned out. Lot's of debris. His contacts had been right, this was a place where they set the most raids.
"Roger."
Dak flipped a few switches and small cylindrical sphere floated into the night. They latched onto the derelict, activating. Gravity began to pulse, drawing them in a bit closer than he liked.
"Whoa!" He Juked right, banking the Pride and putting her to full burn. All mines were deployed.
Then he killed her, dead stop. his thumbs flipped off the power, all the way down to the life support. They appeared now to be another completely derelict vessel, almost impervious to scanners. In the void Dak and Jack waited, breath fogging the inside of their EVA suits HUD.