Enclave Space
Space Station
Deep Space was composed of pin pricks of light and an absolute quiet. One might even say that it was the sound of death. In the Black no one could hear you scream, after all.
The Consortium had spent no small amount of resources to locate
Gorba the Hutt
, Sarad himself was particularly keen on tracking down his whereabouts. That day when
Juno Wren
had defeated him it had left a fire burning deep in his breasts. On Ilum he'd tried to quench the flames by beating the Jedi that the force had lead him to but he felt nothing except the simmering disappointment that came with knowing trickery had been his downfall.
He knew that countless Bounty Hunters would be searching for Juno Wren, the Mandalorian responsible for the capture of Gorba and while the credits appealed to him Sarad was more interested in standing across from his opponent again. She must have known that he would have been coming for her too. He'd told her to spend her credits quickly.
The Enclave, spread across as many systems as it was had integrated and partnered with many worlds, many peoples but they were not all 'Mandalorian'. When word had reached Sarad that Gorba was to be transported to a secret Prison Facility contacts he'd compensated generously had told him about a Space Station that would be the most likely place for the 'Prison Transport' to refuel. It only cost Sarad several thousand credits to ensure that he made it there first, quietly and inconspicuously.
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He'd waited until
Juno Wren
's vessel had docked. Not everyone here followed the
Resol'nare. Many of the Technicians and Workers that made up the bulk of this Station and hundreds of others in Enclave space were just regular people.
It would come as no surprise to him that
Koda Fett
was here. The Bounty Hunter was deep in the pockets of the Consortium and the favor of Gorba.
If Koda entered the section housing the Enclave Vessel from one direction Sarad would have entered from the other. Neither was working together though Sarad was undoubtedly less interested in the bounty than Koda was. All he cared was the Mandalorian and
cracking her armor with his bare hands.
No words were exchanged upon his arrival.
The Duster hung easy over his frame, the lenses fitted to his eyes feeding him information and scanning the area. He looked every bit how Juno might have remembered him when last they met save that this time Sarad's features were hardened, emotionless except for his which burned bright...