Breanna Volsh
Character
[SIZE=12pt]Bree drummed her fingers on the edge of the table she had seen it again on the holo news reports of escaped slaves. The humanitarian agencies flooded the holo news with the images what the Sith claimed and what happen seemed to be two different things.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]It wasn’t just the Sith though it was the Hutt’s as well, and a few others that she had not figured out. [member="Jericho"] had said at one time to start at the bottom that’s how you got them. Ok. She was going to start at the bottom by helping the slaves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She was setting up a meeting for those interested but first she needed to find someone who would help her with the first attempt. She was jumping into this and she knew it could be costly but she had seen the bodies.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]A man so frail she had concerns about anyone touching him had come into the Palace, he walked on unsteady legs. His face seemed so hollow, so gaunt she felt the need to talk to him. She had gently guided him to a table and made sure he was given food, and drink.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He told her a story of escape from a Hutt one here on Nar Shaddaa but that there were others throughout the galaxy. He had seen some, his former master it seemed maintained residences on a few worlds to conduct his business. How odd that a Hutt would move so much, as large as they were.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]His name was Frell, and he told her about a ship set adrift with slaves. They were being punished for rising up against their Hutt master.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Bree asked for the location, armed with just a set of coordinates Bree went to the spaceport, into a Cantina called the One Way Trip. She needed someone with a ship, someone not afraid of the huts, and someone who was available now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]So how do you walk into a bar and get help.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I need a pilot with a good fast ship…” She waited, would anyone take her up on it...or had she with her forwardness just scared them all off.[/SIZE]
[member="Sam Turain"]
[SIZE=12pt]It wasn’t just the Sith though it was the Hutt’s as well, and a few others that she had not figured out. [member="Jericho"] had said at one time to start at the bottom that’s how you got them. Ok. She was going to start at the bottom by helping the slaves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She was setting up a meeting for those interested but first she needed to find someone who would help her with the first attempt. She was jumping into this and she knew it could be costly but she had seen the bodies.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]A man so frail she had concerns about anyone touching him had come into the Palace, he walked on unsteady legs. His face seemed so hollow, so gaunt she felt the need to talk to him. She had gently guided him to a table and made sure he was given food, and drink.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He told her a story of escape from a Hutt one here on Nar Shaddaa but that there were others throughout the galaxy. He had seen some, his former master it seemed maintained residences on a few worlds to conduct his business. How odd that a Hutt would move so much, as large as they were.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]His name was Frell, and he told her about a ship set adrift with slaves. They were being punished for rising up against their Hutt master.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Bree asked for the location, armed with just a set of coordinates Bree went to the spaceport, into a Cantina called the One Way Trip. She needed someone with a ship, someone not afraid of the huts, and someone who was available now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]So how do you walk into a bar and get help.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I need a pilot with a good fast ship…” She waited, would anyone take her up on it...or had she with her forwardness just scared them all off.[/SIZE]
[member="Sam Turain"]