Daughter of Fen
With the republic busy watching the western front Korriban was more or less unoccupied. Mia had done a few runs here in the early years of the dark age, scavenging through old temples for relics to sell. The last run she'd done had landed her with a sith sword belonging to Moridin, and her life had been chewed at by sith ever since. It was a desolate and dark world; a graveyard, littered with ghosts and monsters. It was the latter that drew Mia here.
The resol'nare transport glided over the deserts, heat reflecting of its hull as she followed the coordinates the scouts had given her. "Anything?" came a voice over the commlink, eyes flicked down to the sensors. "Negative, but its there. We just need to draw it out." For a moment her wingmate said nothing, and Mia rolled her eyes as she knew what was coming. "Permission to speak freely, Ma'am?"
"If it involves you trying to convince me for the third time today that this a stupid idea the answer is no. I need to catch this damn thing."
"What the hell for?"
"That's classified."
"Sometimes, ma'am, I really frakking hate you."
Mia grinned. "Good, you're not supposed to like me. Lets return to camp."
The two ships swung about heading for a makeshift base camp, busy with technicians and soldiers alike as they bustled around a beskar container, running various tests to ensure its security. In truth, Mia had no idea how she was going to bring a terentatek down without killing it, but she had half a plan at least. The luring it out part, and the cage part. The rest would be left to improvisation... and an expert. The engines slowed from a roar to a whine as Mia clambered down form the cockpit and made her way to the tent the centred the temporary camp.
Rally Master Gaim saluted her as she entered. "Ma'am, communication is up and running and the perimeter is secure."
"Good, keep half an eye out for any republic movement, we don't want to piss them off any more than we have, though i doubt they even know we're here. Make sure that you have every sensor available to pick up movement within five klicks of the perimeter. Don't want anything sneaking up on us." Moving to a control panel, Mia composed a breif message to [member="Seydon of Arda"], having exchanged contact details with him on Etti IV.
Seydon,
I have some work for you on Korriban if you're interested. A touch different from your usual seek and destroy. Coordinates are attached.
Mia Monroe.
The resol'nare transport glided over the deserts, heat reflecting of its hull as she followed the coordinates the scouts had given her. "Anything?" came a voice over the commlink, eyes flicked down to the sensors. "Negative, but its there. We just need to draw it out." For a moment her wingmate said nothing, and Mia rolled her eyes as she knew what was coming. "Permission to speak freely, Ma'am?"
"If it involves you trying to convince me for the third time today that this a stupid idea the answer is no. I need to catch this damn thing."
"What the hell for?"
"That's classified."
"Sometimes, ma'am, I really frakking hate you."
Mia grinned. "Good, you're not supposed to like me. Lets return to camp."
The two ships swung about heading for a makeshift base camp, busy with technicians and soldiers alike as they bustled around a beskar container, running various tests to ensure its security. In truth, Mia had no idea how she was going to bring a terentatek down without killing it, but she had half a plan at least. The luring it out part, and the cage part. The rest would be left to improvisation... and an expert. The engines slowed from a roar to a whine as Mia clambered down form the cockpit and made her way to the tent the centred the temporary camp.
Rally Master Gaim saluted her as she entered. "Ma'am, communication is up and running and the perimeter is secure."
"Good, keep half an eye out for any republic movement, we don't want to piss them off any more than we have, though i doubt they even know we're here. Make sure that you have every sensor available to pick up movement within five klicks of the perimeter. Don't want anything sneaking up on us." Moving to a control panel, Mia composed a breif message to [member="Seydon of Arda"], having exchanged contact details with him on Etti IV.
Seydon,
I have some work for you on Korriban if you're interested. A touch different from your usual seek and destroy. Coordinates are attached.
Mia Monroe.