SHADOW PAINS
[member="Willa Isard"]|[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]
Enigma Prime
Badlands
Enigma Prime, last place in the galaxy Maiden thought she'd end up. What's more surprising was that she was back on a contract job. She had sworn after her disappearance at Bastion she'd fling herself to one of those far of worlds where old warriors went to become hermits - so they could no longer hurt anyone. But something had her coming back...a name and a phantom.
The phantom was an old Mercenary acquaintance from Maiden's darker days. Zoltan, a grim looking agent of the shadows, had drummed up some intel that an old comrade one back from the Republic days was having a tough time. Tough in the sense she got nabbed by a rival PMC and was locked up in some god forsaken base on the far edge of the Enigma. Maiden, hunched over a speeder gazed at the holo-projection of her extraction target - Willa Isard. She smiled. Now this was interesting. Something about seeing the old sharpshooter from the Havoc Squadron of the Republic burned a new flame - she didn't what for but, she thought one last sally to find out.
Terminating the image, Maiden turned on the speeder's repulsorlift engine and flexed the engine's power. The speeder screamed and shot across the landscapes of Engima Prime darting around rocky obstructions to her target which was now projected on a map HUD Display inside her helmet's blaster visor.

"Phantom" Maiden called out Zoltan's op codename, "You read me. I'm approaching the operation zone. Come in."
Maiden waited and as she did she pondered her old comrade's situation. What have you gotten yourself into Willa.