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The Endor System
Refugee Vessel 365-2 "Luxana"


"Approaching rendezvous setpoint."​

A lone frigate slowly drifted into view of the gas giant, emerging from the starlit void beyond the horizon. The vessel, "Luxana" was a refugee vessel leaving Hutt Space with a cargo of at least two hundred refugees. Former slaves, criminals, and discontents formed the bulk of passengers cramped onboard.

Operated under the nose of the Hutts, this 'service' was being ran by a syndicate with deep Black Sun connections. Whether the passengers knew it or not, any claims of passage to a new world or fresh start were false. They merely were being traded from one slave owner to another.

The Luxana was currently enroute to the edge of the rumored 'Eternal Empire', what would become of those who arrived was none of the crew's concern. As long as the credits kept coming, they'd keep coming. Endor was a perfect place for the operation, the syndicate would provide refueling services midspace and keep the operation off the grid. The dangers of course withstanding, it was the easiest way to get the slav... passengers to their new homes without catching any unwanted attention.

The pilot of the Luxana, Exur Chalnesh, slowed the vessel's speed to a crawl and gazed outward at the debris field left from the Death Star II centuries ago. Chalnesh, a male Duro, carried a single scar etched across his face, blantantly showcasing his rough and tumble lifestyle. He wore a rugged bantha-hide leather jacket, and sported fingerless gloves. Chalnesh rose from his chair, patting his right hand on the co-pilot's shoulder as he moved from his seat to the cockpit doorway.

As the Duro moved out of the cockpit into the main corridor of the frigate, he nodded his head to the 'security' onboard at each doorway into the various rooms and 'cargo bays'. Approaching a small terminal mounted on the wall of the corridor, Chalnesh held down a button to activate vessel-wide comms, "This is Captain Chalnesh, we are approaching our refueling point. Remain in your areas and we'll be in Eternal Empire space in no time."


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