Thalassian slavers, one cause of misery out of many. There had been a time when they had nearly hunted the Snivvians to extinction just so they could skin them due to their skin's thermal properties. A heavy huff came across the Zeltron's lips as she slightly slammed her hand down on the console before her. The slaver group was still operating in the Outer Rim Territories, and now with the Sith Empire having fallen; it seemed like slaver groups from across the galaxy were converging on the region. Sitting quietly in her restored Firespray; Nyla thought back on her younger years. Remembering the days she spent chained next to a bloated Hutt as a trophy. She shivered at the thought of those cold metal bikinis and how they chaffed.
Scanning the view screen before her; the lane she was waiting on was where she had been informed that the convoy would be passing by. It was expected to pass through the region and close to the Aparo Sector on its return trip. At least a Kaloth Battlecruiser escorting two Slave transports. She figured if she were lucky enough she could hit the Battlecruiser and knock it out before they even knew what was going on. That was the challenge though, taking out the escort while also disabling the transports and keeping the slaves from becoming vaporized.
At the moment she didn't have the equipment she needed on her vessel. Some pirate she was; not enough credits to load out her vessel. It was her hope though that the clear sign of force alone would intimidate the slave transports to stop. Nyla let out another heavy sigh, her fingers tapping a few of the controls and calibrating the weapons before she looked up again. Constantly checking to make sure that the vessels hadn't arrived without her noticing.
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Scanning the view screen before her; the lane she was waiting on was where she had been informed that the convoy would be passing by. It was expected to pass through the region and close to the Aparo Sector on its return trip. At least a Kaloth Battlecruiser escorting two Slave transports. She figured if she were lucky enough she could hit the Battlecruiser and knock it out before they even knew what was going on. That was the challenge though, taking out the escort while also disabling the transports and keeping the slaves from becoming vaporized.
At the moment she didn't have the equipment she needed on her vessel. Some pirate she was; not enough credits to load out her vessel. It was her hope though that the clear sign of force alone would intimidate the slave transports to stop. Nyla let out another heavy sigh, her fingers tapping a few of the controls and calibrating the weapons before she looked up again. Constantly checking to make sure that the vessels hadn't arrived without her noticing.
@[member="Haven Pryde"], @[member="Lex Matako"], @[member="Trista Nemorra"], @[member="Gilamar Skirata"], @[member="Kush"]