The Blood Hound
Man, she hated uniforms. Scherezade pulled the collar slightly away from the hollow of her neck and took a deep breath before letting it snap back to place before she groaned.
It had taken her weeks to prepare for this, and still by her best estimations she would only have a fifteen minute window at best. She halved that number just to be on the safe side, and hoped there wouldn't be any negative anomaly affecting her actions.
She had rented a small personal vessel with forged papers on a nearby neutral world, and then sat down at all the needed coffee shops and places where local authorities tended to go grab a drink after long shifts. There were more than a few details she remembered from her days in the Ministry of Science, where tabs were kept on friends and foe alike, but it didn't make this particular part of her plan any easier.
Infiltration was always tricky business. You wanted to get somewhere you could actually do chit from, but you also couldn't nab too much attention from those surrounding you or your cover would be discovered before you had a chance of safe escape. And today was definitely not a day for safe escapes, if she fudged that up.
The original entry level force enforcer she'd knocked out was now safely seated atop a toilet seat somewhere in the facility behind her. He'd be out for a few hours more and then probably get fired or worse for getting caught. The Sith Empire wasn't exactly known for its lax handling of people screwing up.
The location they were in was great - en route between Zygerria and the SIth capital, endless slave cargo went through this spot. Here was where many domestic cargo ships got out of hyperspace, and continued on while undergoing a few security checkpoints. Scherezade's plan was a simple one. The neutral ship of her own was fast enough for short term escape. She wanted to falsely take control of one of the ship slaves that would be passing through, yank the slaves off to her own ships, and then show them what wonders could be found in the Unknown Regions. Wonders of Chaos. Teehee.
Two ships had already gone by, taken care of those who thought they were her coworkers. When the third ship arrived, Scherezade gave a bright smile, her glowing eyes currently covered with brown contact lenses to hide the glow away. Looking perfectly normal, even under that wig she'd got for the purpose of this little personal mission. Blondes sometimes did have more fun.
Boarding the ship, Scherezade removed her rod from her side, letting it slide along the metal walls as she walked in. It was a small ship, and she could see that there were only thirty or so slaves chained up and locked in. It would make things on her own ship a little bit tight, but it could still be done.
Turning to the ship's officer, she shook her head. "Do you have any idea how many security breaches are going on here right now?" she half shouted, angry, "Just look at this place! You are potentially placing the property of the Empire in harm's way! What are we supposed to tell the Emperor if these good for nothings slip and break their skulls? Sorry mister Emperor, you're going to have to wipe your own hiney until we get a replacement?"
She spat to the side, making sure to look absolutely disgusted. "Where's your cleaning crew?!"