Wise Eye
Always Watching
You arrived in the Llanic System, once notorious for its many shadowports and dominance of the Spice trade at the edge of Hutt Space.
You were recruited for a job, but the details were sparse. Computer expertise was a must, and there was also the promise of a large sum paid out in the currency of your choice.
The employer proved just as cryptic as the job itself. Yet, through criminal back-channels and word of mouth, the source seemed legitimate enough.
As for why you accepted the gig? Only you could tell.
Of course, you didn't just arrive to take your starship for a spin around the local star, you had a destination provided to you by the same cryptic means as the job offer itself. Hidden within an asteroid belt was a large station that appeared to be a cluster of starships welded to the scaffolding of a shipyard from a bygone empire. To make matters more curious, the immediate vicinity was surrounded by the wreckage of scorched freighters and starfighters, all fairly recent and suggestive that some kind of fight had gone down.
The only other vessel that appeared docked with the station was an old beater of a frigate and a swarm of repair drones that appeared in the middle of a major retrofit.
As if already recognized, the station pinged your ship with permission to dock.
Das
You were recruited for a job, but the details were sparse. Computer expertise was a must, and there was also the promise of a large sum paid out in the currency of your choice.
The employer proved just as cryptic as the job itself. Yet, through criminal back-channels and word of mouth, the source seemed legitimate enough.
As for why you accepted the gig? Only you could tell.
Of course, you didn't just arrive to take your starship for a spin around the local star, you had a destination provided to you by the same cryptic means as the job offer itself. Hidden within an asteroid belt was a large station that appeared to be a cluster of starships welded to the scaffolding of a shipyard from a bygone empire. To make matters more curious, the immediate vicinity was surrounded by the wreckage of scorched freighters and starfighters, all fairly recent and suggestive that some kind of fight had gone down.
The only other vessel that appeared docked with the station was an old beater of a frigate and a swarm of repair drones that appeared in the middle of a major retrofit.
As if already recognized, the station pinged your ship with permission to dock.
Das