Behind You
Location: Near Galactic Coordinates O-10
"Vehicle on approach."
A black mask lifted to gaze out across the open plain where a hovercraft swept across the expanse. "Eyes on target?"
"Negative. Could be 'customers.'"
Standing on the face of a cliff, a lone figure turned its attention back to the slaver encampment below. It was nested close to a mountainous outcropping where they'd set up in a shallow cove that also helped provide some additional cover from the sides. Tonight Kahli had opted to approach them from the side they felt supremely confident was unassailable -- the vertical rock-face at their back. A rope kept her suspended while her on-board identifier scanned the figures below. Every now and then one was zoomed in on, but so far they hadn't identified the one they'd come for.
"I'm going in," the Umbaran declared after a few moments. Her fingers wrapped about the rope once more as she disengaged the locking mechanism that'd spared her the effort in opposing gravity.
"Copy. We'll keep watch."
It would be a pain if some Sith battalion waltz up with her down on the ground. Certainly hoped they'd give her a heads up if anything so outrageous popped up on the radar. At the moment, however, she focused on slowly descending with careful placement of her feet and a gradual release of the rope. Only so much a stealth field could do. Be hell if someone heard her coming; there wasn't a lot of cover out there.
When she neared the ground, Kahli released the rope after she'd bent her knees and pushed off gently from the wall. A practiced art of a silent drop helped avoid any sharp noises, but the black-garbed woman still made for the back of a nearby tent to stay out of sight. No one had noticed the rope yet in the dark, but then it wasn't made to stand out. Should be more than enough time left to begin sweeping the camp on foot for the target.
A moderate to large sized slaver camp, various tents and pens had been setup throughout the cove for comfort, merchandising, and imprisonment. What had frustrated Kahli's efforts so far, however, had been the keeping of high value merchandise -- slaves -- inside one or more of the tents. Relatively low value merchandise were in cages for people to see the moment they drove or strode up; the common assortment most people bought, and were often found in every slaver camp. Spread throughout the tents and pens, however, were your rabble -- the slavers themselves. Well organized, armed, and seemingly not drunken fools berating their merchandise, Kahli expected they were one of the more successful slavers that had moved into this region looking for new sources of goods to acquire and sell. Good enough they'd managed to catch the one Kahli was searching for and now were awaiting a whale to come fish him out. Someone that'd cost too much money to outright buy without drawing attention. That's where the infiltration came in.
"Vehicle on approach."
A black mask lifted to gaze out across the open plain where a hovercraft swept across the expanse. "Eyes on target?"
"Negative. Could be 'customers.'"
Standing on the face of a cliff, a lone figure turned its attention back to the slaver encampment below. It was nested close to a mountainous outcropping where they'd set up in a shallow cove that also helped provide some additional cover from the sides. Tonight Kahli had opted to approach them from the side they felt supremely confident was unassailable -- the vertical rock-face at their back. A rope kept her suspended while her on-board identifier scanned the figures below. Every now and then one was zoomed in on, but so far they hadn't identified the one they'd come for.
"I'm going in," the Umbaran declared after a few moments. Her fingers wrapped about the rope once more as she disengaged the locking mechanism that'd spared her the effort in opposing gravity.
"Copy. We'll keep watch."
It would be a pain if some Sith battalion waltz up with her down on the ground. Certainly hoped they'd give her a heads up if anything so outrageous popped up on the radar. At the moment, however, she focused on slowly descending with careful placement of her feet and a gradual release of the rope. Only so much a stealth field could do. Be hell if someone heard her coming; there wasn't a lot of cover out there.
When she neared the ground, Kahli released the rope after she'd bent her knees and pushed off gently from the wall. A practiced art of a silent drop helped avoid any sharp noises, but the black-garbed woman still made for the back of a nearby tent to stay out of sight. No one had noticed the rope yet in the dark, but then it wasn't made to stand out. Should be more than enough time left to begin sweeping the camp on foot for the target.
A moderate to large sized slaver camp, various tents and pens had been setup throughout the cove for comfort, merchandising, and imprisonment. What had frustrated Kahli's efforts so far, however, had been the keeping of high value merchandise -- slaves -- inside one or more of the tents. Relatively low value merchandise were in cages for people to see the moment they drove or strode up; the common assortment most people bought, and were often found in every slaver camp. Spread throughout the tents and pens, however, were your rabble -- the slavers themselves. Well organized, armed, and seemingly not drunken fools berating their merchandise, Kahli expected they were one of the more successful slavers that had moved into this region looking for new sources of goods to acquire and sell. Good enough they'd managed to catch the one Kahli was searching for and now were awaiting a whale to come fish him out. Someone that'd cost too much money to outright buy without drawing attention. That's where the infiltration came in.
Tag: [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]
