Difficult Prey

[Darth Morrow]

Valeska Daeranthe
Sith Space - The Firehawk

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"Ma'am, targets come into range."

"Slow our approach, set charge to weaponry and engines, drop our shields."

Valeska Daeranthe strolled behind the line of workers like a lion stalking prey, glowing eyes peering from the darkness and staring it down. Her dark robes billowed slightly in her pace before she stopped to stare at the enormous ship before her. The Firehawk slowed to a lurch as power shifted to the lasers coating the outside of her ship. There was no caution to great when dealing with Darth Imperia, as unpredictable as she could be.

It had been months since Valeska began her training with the Emperor, earlier during so Imperia had made a surprise visit, and Valeska felt she needed to do the same. She was owed some retribution. Her Master had run off into hiding once, shirked her duties and then again when she allowed herself to be destroyed. The Zabrak felt as though she was owed for having her time wasted.

"Prepare a team for my approach in thirty minutes, stay out of range for the moment, under the ships radar. Two fighters should do as escort, Id also like three of my personal guards to accompany. More a power statement, there's no question I could end the woman claiming to be a Sith Lord should she try to lift a finger."

Stepping from the bridge Valeska stepped to the armory, lining her belt with her three sabers, ten daggers, and a blaster, though it was something she never needed. Strapping on her armor beneath her robes, she pinned it closed with a clasp looking like a small raven skull.

After ensuring the ships were prepared and her guard and escorts were present, Valeska boarded her small fighter and began her approach, flanked by two others.

As they came close, a communications request would be sent, a small sounding woman making the statement from the ship to the left of Valeska and her guard.

"The Firehawk requests permission to dock on the ship of Darth Imperia."

[member="Darth Imperia"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

In her opulent quarters aboard the Voidlight Cathedral, Darth Imperia's meditation was interrupted by a quiet buzzing noise - the datapad on her bedside table. The Lady's eyes snapped open, sulfurous yellow swiftly cooling to a pale blue. She grumbled to herself as she rose from her spot on the floor, dusting off her robes - not that there was ever any dust in her chambers - before she snatched up the datapad.

Imperia raised a brow - it was a message from the Lares. Apparently a ship was requesting boarding permissions, and - her eyes flashed yellow again, and the datapad cracked in her grip, circuits and glass shards falling at her feet. Absolutely seething with rage, she barked orders through gritted teeth.

"Lares. In ten minutes, send a message granting their request, then open the docking bay. Make sure the education centers stay locked down - if there's a staff break scheduled, reschedule it. No need to take any risks." There was no way to tell, but she knew the ship had heard her. Still snarling, the Lady slipped on her mask, then stormed out of her quarters. At a gesture from their Mistress, the guards stationed outside of her door stepped in line, marching in lockstep behind her, eight faceless, gleaming-armored sentries armed with slugthrowers and combat knives. The sentries were mildly confused by their Mistress's rage, but it wasn't their place to question.

Ten minutes later and the Nine were stationed in the docking bay - the sentries did quick weapon checks, making sure their barrels were clean and their guns were loaded, while Imperia focused on hiding herself in the Force - making her presence small and insignificant.

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[member="Valeska Daeranthe"]

 

[Darth Morrow]

Smiling slightly at the opening bay, Valeska looked to a guard who turned the fighter around.

"Lower the weaponry, raise the shields and once we depart lock these doors. I want no one aboard this ship aside from those I've allowed. Send the guards to patrol constantly."

The fighters sent before flew back to the ship and docked. In the time of the approach Valeska began her cloaking, hiding her small Zabrak form under the disguise of a noble looking woman she had taken the life of previously. Long black hair and dark piercing amber eyes, a height of near half a foot on the woman's usual stature. She was going to surprise her at the very least.

Stepping out from her ship once the port closed behind them, Valeska looked to the guards surrounding the area. True her two royal guards stood by her. But they stood little chance against nine others. Valeska on the other hand. That was child's play.

"Imperia. Stop playing games with me. I know you are here. Come out and great your guest." The voice sounded sweet, soft and gentle, though anyone would recognize one that was equally charismatic as they were terrifying. Standing there she simply radiated in dark energy, the presence being what many would consider overwhelming even.

[member="Darth Imperia"]