Kara Avoyos
Princess of Kirima
Drev'starn, Bothawui
Pirates. To most people they were characters in holovids, usually as romantic rogues that swept rich but socially oppressed damsels off their feet and introduced them to a new life will with excitement and venereal diseases. Well, maybe that last detail never made the big projection, but Kara had always considered it to be inherent in the lifestyle. Maybe that was why she’d never seen the appeal of the occupation. That and the headache the occasional band of brigands had given her mother.
Right now, however, the pirates that occupied Kara’s mind were neither the morally ambiguous bits of mancandy nor the distant denizens that sometimes lurked in the dark reaches of the Kalinda system. No, this group was hunkered down on some barely habitable moon in just outside of Confederate territory. Normally that wouldn’t be too big of a concern for the Templars, but these pirates had apparently managed to get their hands on a rather expensive nest of artifacts. That sort of thing drew seeker attention. Well, it drew her attention at least.
Unfortunately, none of her fellow seekers were available to help claim the relics in the name of the Confederacy. The bounty on the men hadn’t been placed by her order, so outside help was technically allowed, but Kara had never been the sort to hire mercenaries, even if she know knew several very reliable members of that profession. She preferred to avoid giving people reasons to wonder how deep her pockets went.
So here she was, sitting in a cantina wondering about the logistics of a one woman raid on a pirate compound. Everything pointed to that being a bad idea, and not even the two Corellian Ales she’d downed were changing that. Help was needed, but where could she find it?
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]
Pirates. To most people they were characters in holovids, usually as romantic rogues that swept rich but socially oppressed damsels off their feet and introduced them to a new life will with excitement and venereal diseases. Well, maybe that last detail never made the big projection, but Kara had always considered it to be inherent in the lifestyle. Maybe that was why she’d never seen the appeal of the occupation. That and the headache the occasional band of brigands had given her mother.
Right now, however, the pirates that occupied Kara’s mind were neither the morally ambiguous bits of mancandy nor the distant denizens that sometimes lurked in the dark reaches of the Kalinda system. No, this group was hunkered down on some barely habitable moon in just outside of Confederate territory. Normally that wouldn’t be too big of a concern for the Templars, but these pirates had apparently managed to get their hands on a rather expensive nest of artifacts. That sort of thing drew seeker attention. Well, it drew her attention at least.
Unfortunately, none of her fellow seekers were available to help claim the relics in the name of the Confederacy. The bounty on the men hadn’t been placed by her order, so outside help was technically allowed, but Kara had never been the sort to hire mercenaries, even if she know knew several very reliable members of that profession. She preferred to avoid giving people reasons to wonder how deep her pockets went.
So here she was, sitting in a cantina wondering about the logistics of a one woman raid on a pirate compound. Everything pointed to that being a bad idea, and not even the two Corellian Ales she’d downed were changing that. Help was needed, but where could she find it?
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]