Wandering Wolf
Location: Bonadan - Vergeworks
The underworks beneath the refinery districts were quieter than people imagined. The roar of factories and freight lanes became something duller and heavier, filtered through layers of concrete, pipework, and rusted infrastructure. Steam hissed from fractured vents overhead while distant machinery throbbed somewhere behind the walls like the heartbeat of the district itself.
Two men moved through the corridor below, voices low beneath the hum of machinery.
"They're gettin' nervous."
"Good. Means we're hurtin' the right people."
Several meters above them, Ace crouched motionless along a rusted maintenance beam running beneath the ceiling framework. The shadows swallowed most of him entirely. His dark eyes tracked the pair calmly.
For the last three days he'd been following the crew responsible for siphoning Vergeworks shipments. Not through trackers or surveillance systems. Through routine, observation, and pressure. The same instincts Sector 9G had burned into him long before he ever touched the Force.
People relaxed when they thought they were hidden, and that was usually when they made mistakes. The men below turned down another corridor branching deeper beneath the factory belts, boots splashing lightly through runoff leaking from old pipework. Ace moved silently overhead with them, crossing between support beams and narrow service ledges with practiced ease.
Ahead, the pair slowed near a rusted security gate marked with faded shipping insignias and one of them produced a code cylinder. Ace's gaze narrowed slightly. The gate groaned halfway open before the two slipped inside. From his position overhead, Ace caught a clearer glimpse beyond the entrance than they probably realized.
Portable floodlights. Stacked crates. Eight bodies minimum. And sitting near the center of the room were one of the missing medical containers already partially unloaded. Another nearby had been stripped open entirely, ration packs separated into smaller distributions.
Not for resale, but redistribution. Ace remained still above the corridor while voices drifted upward through the opening below.
"…move the next batch before daylight shift."
"…heard Moonbound's sniffin' around now."
"So? Lotta people say his name lately."
A dry breath escaped quietly through Ace's nose. The gate began sliding shut, but before it fully sealed, Ace dropped soundlessly from the overhead beam. His boots touched the floor without a sound. Then his gloved hand caught the edge of the gate just before it slammed shut completely and metal groaned sharply.
Inside, conversation died instantly. Several heads snapped toward the entrance and the two men from earlier visibly stiffened when they recognized who was standing there beneath the harsh industrial lighting.
Ace's gaze moved slowly across the room. They were armed, but nervous. One of them instinctively reached for his blaster before stopping halfway.
"…shit."
Ace stepped fully into the room as the gate sealed shut behind him with a heavy metallic clang.
"Yeah." He said evenly, almost bored.
His lightsaber flared to life.
Lily Rhodes
Two men moved through the corridor below, voices low beneath the hum of machinery.
"They're gettin' nervous."
"Good. Means we're hurtin' the right people."
Several meters above them, Ace crouched motionless along a rusted maintenance beam running beneath the ceiling framework. The shadows swallowed most of him entirely. His dark eyes tracked the pair calmly.
For the last three days he'd been following the crew responsible for siphoning Vergeworks shipments. Not through trackers or surveillance systems. Through routine, observation, and pressure. The same instincts Sector 9G had burned into him long before he ever touched the Force.
People relaxed when they thought they were hidden, and that was usually when they made mistakes. The men below turned down another corridor branching deeper beneath the factory belts, boots splashing lightly through runoff leaking from old pipework. Ace moved silently overhead with them, crossing between support beams and narrow service ledges with practiced ease.
Ahead, the pair slowed near a rusted security gate marked with faded shipping insignias and one of them produced a code cylinder. Ace's gaze narrowed slightly. The gate groaned halfway open before the two slipped inside. From his position overhead, Ace caught a clearer glimpse beyond the entrance than they probably realized.
Portable floodlights. Stacked crates. Eight bodies minimum. And sitting near the center of the room were one of the missing medical containers already partially unloaded. Another nearby had been stripped open entirely, ration packs separated into smaller distributions.
Not for resale, but redistribution. Ace remained still above the corridor while voices drifted upward through the opening below.
"…move the next batch before daylight shift."
"…heard Moonbound's sniffin' around now."
"So? Lotta people say his name lately."
A dry breath escaped quietly through Ace's nose. The gate began sliding shut, but before it fully sealed, Ace dropped soundlessly from the overhead beam. His boots touched the floor without a sound. Then his gloved hand caught the edge of the gate just before it slammed shut completely and metal groaned sharply.
Inside, conversation died instantly. Several heads snapped toward the entrance and the two men from earlier visibly stiffened when they recognized who was standing there beneath the harsh industrial lighting.
Ace's gaze moved slowly across the room. They were armed, but nervous. One of them instinctively reached for his blaster before stopping halfway.
"…shit."
Ace stepped fully into the room as the gate sealed shut behind him with a heavy metallic clang.
"Yeah." He said evenly, almost bored.
His lightsaber flared to life.
Lily Rhodes