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Deep space was rarely the most hospitable of places. While there were a great many habitable worlds in the galaxy, deep space had this oppressive feel. So far from anyone or anything that it weighed on you. Isolating, making you feel tiny and small. Thankfully unlike some freighter interceptions, they had a system to wait in, not deep space along the route. The ships of the Ash Dragons floated silently, fighters, and bombers already launched and ready. They didn't know if the freighter they were after would have any escorts, but the goal was not to break the fleet, it was to take the ship or take it's cargo as quickly as possible. With a group of six Ichthon-class SpecOps Corvettes laying in wait, their gravity well projectors active and forming an overlapping wall to catch their target, it was unlikely the cache of precious, and rare Kyber Crystals it contained would slip past them. It was the first strike the Ash Dragons had perpetuated directly against the Silver Jedi Concord, sure they'd raided traders and suppliers headed for them before, but this was the first time they'd planned to hit something owned by the SJC directly.
It was risky, given Khamesi's relative anonymity so far in the wider galaxy, and the Ash Dragons, at least where the Jedi were concerned. If things went well, all they'd know is some opportunistic pirates had hit one of their convoys, and probably increase security on later ones. Then again, Kyber crystals rarely moved in shipments, it was usually a smaller amount. Hell, by the standards of a shipment it was small, but even one Kyber Crystal was worth potentially millions to the right buyer, and the influence the crystals could buy her among her fellow Sith? Priceless. Maybe there was even a rare crystal or two buried among them, a permafrost crystal was one she'd been searching for for some time. They were difficult to find at the best of times.
Five more minutes, give or take, before the ship should be snared in their web. Khamesi moved to get her better troops ready to board the shuttle they'd use to breach the freighter, and everyone began fixing their masks and sealing their vacsuits. It was likely that this would have to be quick, no careful breaching to avoid decompression. They would if they could, but they had to be quick about this. If it had escorts they didn't want to get bogged down in a long fight waiting for reinforcements. If they didn't, there was still a good chance of more than one Jedi on board with the shipment, and even just one Master could disrupt the whole operation. To that end Khamesi made sure she had her grenades ready, and rather than the heavy blaster shotgun she usually carried, she had a scatter gun instead, with a blaster pistol on her hip and her saber hidden in her cloak. She would only ignite that if they encountered a Jedi, and if the Jedi proved troublesome, it'd be discarded in favor of her hands. She closed her eyes, reducing her presence in the force as she counted down till the supposed time the freighter would get dragged from hyperspace and into their trap. At least any Jedi wouldn't know she was there from moment one. That wouldn't last, she wasn't skilled in creating a mask, so a reduced presence hidden among the others would have to do.
Amanda braska
It was risky, given Khamesi's relative anonymity so far in the wider galaxy, and the Ash Dragons, at least where the Jedi were concerned. If things went well, all they'd know is some opportunistic pirates had hit one of their convoys, and probably increase security on later ones. Then again, Kyber crystals rarely moved in shipments, it was usually a smaller amount. Hell, by the standards of a shipment it was small, but even one Kyber Crystal was worth potentially millions to the right buyer, and the influence the crystals could buy her among her fellow Sith? Priceless. Maybe there was even a rare crystal or two buried among them, a permafrost crystal was one she'd been searching for for some time. They were difficult to find at the best of times.
Five more minutes, give or take, before the ship should be snared in their web. Khamesi moved to get her better troops ready to board the shuttle they'd use to breach the freighter, and everyone began fixing their masks and sealing their vacsuits. It was likely that this would have to be quick, no careful breaching to avoid decompression. They would if they could, but they had to be quick about this. If it had escorts they didn't want to get bogged down in a long fight waiting for reinforcements. If they didn't, there was still a good chance of more than one Jedi on board with the shipment, and even just one Master could disrupt the whole operation. To that end Khamesi made sure she had her grenades ready, and rather than the heavy blaster shotgun she usually carried, she had a scatter gun instead, with a blaster pistol on her hip and her saber hidden in her cloak. She would only ignite that if they encountered a Jedi, and if the Jedi proved troublesome, it'd be discarded in favor of her hands. She closed her eyes, reducing her presence in the force as she counted down till the supposed time the freighter would get dragged from hyperspace and into their trap. At least any Jedi wouldn't know she was there from moment one. That wouldn't last, she wasn't skilled in creating a mask, so a reduced presence hidden among the others would have to do.
Amanda braska