Imperator
Lirka hated work.
She had worked hard for too long in her many many years, 3 decades in the pits, nearly 2 on Anzat, 5 more working her way around the underworld.
A brief interlude where she was, unfortunately, no longer alive.
And then finally, she could begin her grand work. But it was short lived. 2 decades, closer to three depending on who you asked. And that was it, 20 years before everything crumbled down and she was left rummaging around the muck of the underworld once again. And here she was, trying to eke her way in this new chaotic Galaxy lugging around scum and villainy for whatever wannabe gangster or crime boss hired her this time. The hunk of junk she was driving as her freighter now was good enough at the job. Especially when it came to a normal gig like this, cargo ships had become easy pickings these days, the order in the Galaxy had imploded long ago and now Lirka plus the scum she had been stuck with stalked the void for a moment. Supposedly, a small craft was supposed to making a run here soon, their job was to steal it, take it back to the home craft, and take everything in both. A classic grab, she turned her head to the home-made “intercomm” she had made for the freighter, speaking to the other mercenaries in the back in her heavily distorted voice.
“Buckle up, we’re arriving soon.”
Aerith Krayt
She had worked hard for too long in her many many years, 3 decades in the pits, nearly 2 on Anzat, 5 more working her way around the underworld.
A brief interlude where she was, unfortunately, no longer alive.
And then finally, she could begin her grand work. But it was short lived. 2 decades, closer to three depending on who you asked. And that was it, 20 years before everything crumbled down and she was left rummaging around the muck of the underworld once again. And here she was, trying to eke her way in this new chaotic Galaxy lugging around scum and villainy for whatever wannabe gangster or crime boss hired her this time. The hunk of junk she was driving as her freighter now was good enough at the job. Especially when it came to a normal gig like this, cargo ships had become easy pickings these days, the order in the Galaxy had imploded long ago and now Lirka plus the scum she had been stuck with stalked the void for a moment. Supposedly, a small craft was supposed to making a run here soon, their job was to steal it, take it back to the home craft, and take everything in both. A classic grab, she turned her head to the home-made “intercomm” she had made for the freighter, speaking to the other mercenaries in the back in her heavily distorted voice.
“Buckle up, we’re arriving soon.”
Aerith Krayt