Private Suits and Cyberware

[Hacks]

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Plastic eyes opened. She lay on a Nexu pelt hammock in the cargo hold of a freighter. The hammock swayed as the ships gravitational engines whined down and natural forces pulled her side to side. She could feel the ship coming in to land and settle on a docking pad, each thunderous slam of the freighters six feet sent mild shockwaves through her body. She knew nothing of the destination, only that the captain was an aging Aqualish who agreed to smuggle her off Coruscant for half the price the other traffickers were offering.

SIA was like to have her every step monitored, and she briefly wondered if she should completely commit and flee Alliance space for good or to hold onto her ties with SIA and make some excuse for her absence. Hell, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. There was value in keeping close to the Alliances intelligence branch, value she could utterly abuse for maximum profit when the time was right. Perhaps she could even kill those two Jedi. She curled a fist.

"Hey wake tonka, mee need u ovv myo ship," a strained, throaty voice barked, pincers chattering as he spoke a blend of Huttese and basic. Hacks struggled to climb out of her hammock and land unfamiliar feet on the durasteel floor. New cybernetic legs, temporary replacements until she could get a new body. "Thanks," she said quietly to the Aqualish captain, tossed a backpack over a shoulder and strode for the now descending cargo ramp.

She raised a mechanical hand to shield her eyes and take a first glimpse of the world she had landed on.

John Locke