The Rise of... Something

[Myra]

Location: Nar Shaddaa, Low Orbit​

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Myra would stand and stare out the window at the smugglers port below her. 'Little Coruscant' they called it. It certainly did look like one from orbit, but she dared not take her gold plated luxury frigate orbited just inside the gravity of the moon. She was expecting a certain Ms. Vrotoa, having sent her a simple message inviting her to meet on her ship above Nar Shaddaa if Ms. Vrotoa was interested in joining the Galactic Corporate Confederation. She promised a potential profit increase for both 'sanctioned and unsanctioned' businesses. She had heard this woman was some sort of mobster, and she hoped so. The 'criminal' underworld was an untapped source of income for the GCC, and she sought to fix that. After all, business is business.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location : Nar Shaddaa
Equipment : Primary Combat Systems ; In Bio
Music : Warning : Graphic Nature

Nar Shaddaa. What a chit hole. The Matron thought, her plump lips curling in a little smirk. This cesspit had started it all for The Blood Matron. So many years had passed since the Zabrak woman had hunted a man named Sage, the younger brother of one of the most dangerous and psychotic criminals to ever roam the Galaxy, to a run down apartment on this vile Moon. Instead of collecting her bounty Zenva had been pushed down a path that had turned her in to The Crimson Lady. It seemed like an entire lifetime had passed since that fateful day.

The Crimson Hunter, the very ship that had brought her here all those years ago, dropped out of Hyper Space above the Smuggler's Moon. Instantly Zenva's attention returned to the here and now. Reports were being shouted by the bridge crew, the ship's Captain, Zuko, answered each with a shout of his own. The Matron didn't hear them so focused was she on the ship being displayed on the main scene.

Zenva flowed up from her seat, the helmet of her new armor system tucked beneath her arm. "Right. Our guest is here. Admiral, scramble fighters, and ready all weapons. Someone ready my shuttle." Immediately the bridge was filled with more shouts as the Matron's orders were carried out with keen Zabrak efficiency. Within moments a half dozen Interceptors poured from the Corvette, swarming around the Matron's ship like angry hornets defending their nest.

The Matron settled back into her seat, keyed a control, and the lightning around her changed. Zenva's sharp, predatory features blurred as her death head tattoo began to glow vibrantly. The Crimson Lady, concealed behind death's haunting visage, keyed another control to open a holographic channel to the luxury Frigate before her. Her musical voice rang sweetly from the glowing skull, "Hello, Miss Raltel. I'm so very pleased we could meet like this. May I join you?"

[member="Myra"]