Blackened Valkyrie — The 14th Wife

The Red and black ship maintained a slow approach as it left hyperspace. Teresa lent back in her chair and let out a long airy shigh. The trip had been boring which was good yet in a ship big enough for a crew it was lonesome. In her profession it did not allow for attachment, she had to condition herself that way. Some people worked long hours for little pay. Her career so far was blood was worth its weight in credits. The more important or dangerous the higher the price. In her time she had taken a politician here, gang boss there and many slave owners. Her favorite was the slavers as it gave her much pleasure due to her past. In fact she made it a sport to make their deaths slow. The most creative was slowly dipping one into a vat of magma. The screams the lady let out sent pleasant tingles through the sith. Often she made the excuse that if it was not her assassinating it would be someone else, and the thing is Teresa was good at it.
"This is VCX Shadow, requesting access to a hanger. I have an appointment to have a shield installed." She said over the coms as the light freighter was waiting in the area now at a standstill. She had not used her full name knowing many companies did not sell to anyone affiliated with the sith empire. However acquiring the best parts for the ship meant risks was worth taking. It had only been recently the woman had saved enough credits to splurge on tech for the ship, really it was needed. No shields meant taking long routes over asteroid belts and avoiding firefights at all costs. As she waited there for a response her eyes peered down the the several pouches of credits attached to her hip. The lightsaber that was normally in the spot had been hidden in a secret compartment. Yet the blaster rifle that the woman acquired was on a wall mount by the ramp of the ship. It was not a preference of weapon, really she disliked them to some extent yet she did find useful while in flight.


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