Milk, Eggs, Butter, Phrik

[Miss Blonde]

The Ranger Danger Hades class cruiser shot out of hyperspace to the sight of Demonsgate. The world where the Red Ravens had set up their mining facility known as Demon's Reach. The ship was on it's normal supply drop and pick up for the facility zand along with it today was the special guest returning to the mining facility the new Vice President Patricia Susan Garter.

The woman awaited on the bridge and tapped her foot as the men and women around her bustled to their various stations, the normal procedures of the ship getting ready to land on the planet.

"Alright let's make this a quick pick up. I want to be home by dinner." Patricia said and sat down in her comfortable chair

The hades class cruiser began to hover in orbit and prepare to drop down to the surface the the hell like world. Oh the things we do for phrik the magic rock that helps kill force users.

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Mechanical groans and wheezes rang through the otherwise silent halls of the facility as the personnel focused solely on their respective tasks, the muttered hiccups of security cameras panning from one end of the room to the other providing an eerie static to the battered ears of the workers. Miners and droids alike went arm in arm down into the numerous shafts and tunnels underneath the facility itself, doubling their speed and desperately trying to get as much of that sought-after ore as possible to fill their quota. Bangs hung underneath the eyes of the workers, their bodies slouching and aching with exhaustion, the clothes draped across their bodies tattered and disheveled. Glints of rest and pay flashed through their eyes as their mind wandered towards the rewards of their toil, memories of baths, money, and above all sleep swirling through their minds as they mindlessly performed their duties. Lite tremors trickled through the sizzling walls of the complex as the planet rumbled ever so slightly, ash and sand circling around one another in dance in the distance.

Eyes widened and heads turned towards a nearby station as the screen began to pulse faintly, monotonous buzzing bouncing between those steel walls near the docking bay as their sensors picked up an approaching ship. Steady hands brought themselves back down onto the controls as the small group of workers focused their attention onto their colleague, a mixture of apathy, relief, and annoyance flowing across their expressions as the young man found himself in charge of their guest. Taking a deep breath and focusing his attention onto the screen nearby, his back straightened and his face lacking any telltale sign of emotion besides pure professionalism, he attempted to contact the incoming vessel. "You are entering a no-fly zone, please identify yourself before proceeding." He spoke in a firm and unwavering tone of voice, his words seemingly practiced again and again for just such a moment.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Yvette Dusong"]

"Demon's Reach this is Ranger Danger, sending codes now" a communications droid responded and the ship began to lower itself down into the atmosphere.

Really the codes were just a formality, the facility had a shield generator and some droids to defend it, that was about it. But luckily after this round they would have a bit more fire power to help protect them from incoming attackers. If they ever had any that was, the facility had been established for a while now and this was going to be the first pick up of phrik deposits they had in a while.

Breaking atmosphere the capital ship's hull rubbed against the burning sensation of reentry and I'm a few seconds the heat of breaking atmosphere was replaced with the hellish weather that was demonsgate. Volcanos erupted nearby and fires burned on mountains, it was as close to hell as it could get. The cruiser just parked over the facility and got ready to receive the Vice President so she could fill out a few forms.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"We'll probably want about 175 kilos, may as well round up to account for anything ruined in production."

Chiasa commented to her Vice President. She didn't usually make these trips leaving procurement and production to [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] , but this was something of a pet project for her. One of many, but one she wanted to see carried out with speed. She wanted Flannigan up and in the field ASAP. And it amused her to steal yet another toy from the Sith. Teach them to think they could take what was hers. Maybe Cryax had been a coward, but she'd not make that same mistake again."

"I assume that won't be a problem? Last reports I read where that we were producing well."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Patricia rolled her head back and looked at Chiasa, her boss and president of the Red Ravens. Patricia liked the woman truth be told but she really needed to learn how to care about the little guy and people who were struggling just to get by, but those were all things that the woman could work with over time, probably, maybe, there was I tiny chance perhaps?

"Yeah that's easy peasy sahib, all we need to do is take a shuttle down and sign a few forms." Patricia said in a casual tone then stood up from her chair.

Taking a quick walk with the orange woman down to the hanger Patricia and Chiasa loaded up into a drop ship that would hover down a hundred feet or so and pass through the ray shield graciously provided by Titan industries. The ship closed up and suits wouldn't be needed this time.

"First time on Demonsgate? If so once the door opens you'll smell rotten eggs, it's just the sulfur. But once we're inside the smell will lesson." Patricia said as the drop ship activated and quickly left the hanger

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Wonderful. I do so love the planets that stink... I suppose I should be grateful, if it were more hospitable it might have been mined out by now."

Still, there were certainly better ways to spend her time off. That was a laugh. She didn't have time off anymore. She'd tried once, to go to Hapes for just a quick get away, for one day away from it all. It had worked out in the end, but had also resulted in her facing a semi-attack from a force user she'd thought was a Sith until he'd turned out to be neutral and eventually won over to her side. For now anyway. As long as she kept him away from the smuggler.. The point was even when she wasn't working she wound up working.

Once upon a time she'd been able to take days off to go to resort worlds on dates. Didn't that seem long ago. He'd never called her back either. Bastard.

She chuckled.

"I rather like finding yet another way to stick it to the Sith when they think they've found a way to get at us."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Patricia let out a chuckle and tilted her head back to let out another little genuine laugh, she really, really, really, hated the sith. And anyway that she could help stick it to them she would, because seriously $&@# those guys. They had killed her family on Zeltros, they had killed Romeo, although in their defense it was him being an idiot and attacking coruscant. And most of all they had killed her men on Manaan and had nearly killed her. They had wronged her and she wanted nothing more than to see the smug little smiles on their faces disappear when she put a bullet in them.

"You should see the wildlife, so much fun." Patricia said with another little chuckle.

The drop ship touched down and docked with the facility, the light inside the cabin turned green and the door opened and the strong pungent smell of sulfur filled their nostrils. Patricia coughed once then swiped a hand back and forth across her face. Stepping forward she was greeted by the facility manager, they shook hands said a few words then went about their business. Patricia walked back to Chiasa and the two proceeded down the hall to the sign out office

"The Sith are just a bunch of bullies who think they can have their way because they know dark and spooky arts. You know I think they should go back to the whole rule of two just to kill the weaker ones off." Patricia said as they neared the office, the smell starting to lesson.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"it would be nice not to have so many of them sitting about.. brooding darkly at you when they're not quoting literature they think you've not read and trying to pass off as their own or throwing lightning around."

Chiasa agreed. She could see why the Dark Lord had done it, every twit with a bit of force power who took a look at the Jedis way of life and realized it was no fun ran straight to the Sith, and even though the majority of them would never be anything more than mediocre, with their new lets hold hands and get along policy, it was adding up to a lot of Sith. They were winning through sheer numbers rather than any sort of skill or intelligence.

That was fine, that would change in time. Perhaps she didn't have the time to see it all changed, but she'd damned well get the ball rolling. By the time they'd pinpointed her lone voice and silenced her it would be too late, the avalanche would be bearing down on them. this thought amused her greatly.

"And I think I'd just as rather give the wildlife a pass."

She added as they entered the acquisition office, paperwork waiting on the desk

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Patricia laughed again and she could honestly say she was having a decent time with Chiasa, and that was something that she could rarely think. The woman most of the time wasn't really dark or broody like the sith, but more sharp and filled with wit that would put Game of Thrones writers to shame. But it was nice to see her in this light, and she of course wasn't talking about the light from the volcano exploding outside the window a few miles away.

"I mean think about it? If the sith code or way of life is to gain power for one's self by back stabbing your way to the top. Then how come they haven't killed each other, I feel like there should be this all knowing and governing law that should state sith are selfish and only think of themselves. But then maybe I'm just crazy" Patricia said sharply and walked into the office.

Approaching the counter she smiled at the woman sitting behind it and was quickly given a form. Filling out the form she requested about two hundred kilograms of phrik and signed away on the form. One signature was enough and the already packaged phrik would be loaded into their ship.

"Can I get y'all anything else?" the woman said with a drawl.

"No thank you, your stations normal supplies are being uploaded and workers swapped. Thanks for all your hard work." Patricia turned around and gave a thumbs up to Chiasa

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Perfect. When we get back to Antecedent I'll have it transferred to my private ship, I'm meeting McNash on Syvris, I hear good things about an inventor there, he got noticed when we held it, before all the.. Rapture and such."

The Galaxy was a bloody weird place. Bad enough no one seemed to die to start with, but then when folks disappeared into hell before both most of the disappeared as well as some of the very few proper dead folks got to mosey on back out again.. Couldn't even see why folks bothered trying to kill each other at the rate they popped out of their graves.

"And yes.. They must be true experts at singing kumbaya. Perhaps that's why no one ever hears the Dark Lord, his throats worn out from all the singing. And why he has so many voices. Have to keep that song going strong. Wouldn't want people who are only concerned about power and personal advancement to stop getting along."

With that the two women headed back out of the office, down the hallway and towards the shuttle that would take them and their Phrik back up to the Hades class and home.