First Reply The Last Protectorate Treasure Pt. 1

[Tav Vash]

The Last Treasure of the Protectorate
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Nal Hutta.

It had an unusual charm. In a way. It was not fancy like the other Hutt planets- and with the Black Sun in charge of this area (more or less, depending on where you were) of space, well. It wasn't really well kept. Nal Hutta didn't have that glitz and glam like the other homeworlds of the Hutts- no this is where business was done, and business of the Hutts was dirty. Dirty scoundrels, like Tav, liked the action, liked the sights.

It was raining tonight. It reflected and bounced the cheap neon and holographic lights around. It made the atmosphere rather cinematic, rather fitting for what Tav was here to do. He was here for something important- the last piece of a map. And to come to grips with the past, let some things go- and in the process, hopefully-

Walk away with enough treasure, money, and gear to set himself up for the rest of his life. But he was missing one more piece of a map. At the end of the Omega Protectorate's Life, Ayden Carter and a few others pooled their resources, considerable resources, at that, into a sort of slush fund to invest in their own people. But with the Omega Protectorate collapsing like it did- it was one of many things left over in the galactic insanity that followed. The Alliance, the Sith Empire, all of them-

They all left little pieces behind. Credits, ships, weapons, gear.... but the Omega Protectorate was hiding a treasure. And Tav Vash was here to get the last piece. And the first stop? Well, any good adventure started in a seedy bar, that was true. So he approached the last place that he needed to be:

Mistress Mara's Cantina. Ran by a Twi'lek who appealed to the... baser desires of Nal Hutta, it also had an important person currently inside. And Tav needed to get it from him. He was a powerful mercenary boss- and one of the last surviving members of the Omega Pyre's military wing.

Commander Tora.

He was inside, and Tav hadn't seen him in years. Years and years- infact. But Tav hadn't aged much, if at all. He still looked in his mid-20s. Meanwhile, Tora had to be approaching his 50s, if not older- which would make stealing his piece of the starmap even easier. Tav approached the building, fully intent on stealing it for himself. Not that Tora would miss it. He was blissfully unaware of the treasure he had, or could even hope to find. Maybe Tav could even get it off him without guile.

Maybe.




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[Kiera Sifdin-Skell]

Kiera Sifdin-Skell in...
The Last Protectorate Treasure Pt 1, by Tav Vash

Kiera was on the hunt. Not for any individual or any specific beast. Not for any job or for anyone. No, she hunted something else- a treasure. In the years she had spent as a spacer she had always come across stories and myths. It was easy for most to dismiss such claims or thoughts. But Kiera knew the truth: a legend always had its roots in truth.

The truth in this case was a lost Protectorate treasure. Lost because the Protectorate no longer existed, another name lost to the chaos of time. But what did remain? This was the truth she was after, not the legend of a treasure lost but of the truth. For this truth, if true, would provide her and her grand plans a significant resource.

This hunt for truth brought her to the world of Nal Hutta. A world of historical lawlessness. Even now under the control of the Black Sun Syndicate meant little to those on the ground. To these people this was a world where law and order barely existed, regardless of the powers claiming to have tamed it.

She had spent the following days following a bread trail seemingly all over the Protectorate's old territories. It was only when she caught wind of another treasure hunter, a man she discovered to be named Tav Vash .

Vash was here on this neon soaked world. Kiera wasn't far behind him.

A cantina was hardly a surprising destination. She watched from afar, her mask covering her face and her eyes locked in on her target. As he walked in she would make her way inside as well, choosing to select a booth far from Vash and whoever it was he was meeting. The information on him was scarce and the only thing Kiera knew for certain was he was on the trail.

Sitting in the booth she leaned back and appeared like many of the others present this rainy night: someone who wanted to be left alone. Despite her casual appearance her right hand rested on one of her two pistols.

Kiera was a violent woman by nature. However she knew not all missions needed such intensity. No, her resting hand was simply waiting.

Just in case.