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[Polaris Sovereign]

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My greetings, [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]. You are known for both your loyality and background.
It is my request that you come pick me up in private. Let no three people know of your location.
I will await you in your assigned platform. With speed, Princess Sovereign.
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With a soft breath, Polar (as she preferred to be called by her friends) looked forward at the empty compartment which waited for a ship to land. She sat at a small folding table to the side of it, casually dressed in white fluffy robes, an expertly knitted red scarf gently blowing in the air, and a pair of brown boots which slid into the depths of the robes which hid whatever other materials she was wearing. After a few seconds of staring at her screen and making sure the message had officially sent, she deleted the memory on her small holopad and slid it onto a pocket.

She wasn't sure if she was ready for the adventures ahead of her, so this was probably the best choice. Rushing into the action first-hand would be better than waiting for the time to come, where her feelings would build up and she wouldn't know what to do. Only her hopes wished that Zenva would arrive timely.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

It was only a matter of time before Zenva's transport, a Gunship known as the Archon A, arrived at the docking platform. The Zabrak warrior arrived in her most comfortable attire, brown knee length riding boots, black skin tight leggings, a pleated miniskirt, and her brown and black leather corset. A number of weapons decorated the woman though not all of them were in plain view, from two sets of pistols at her thighs and underarms, a scatter blaster hidden on her back, and a handful of grenades in pouches attached to her armored corset. All of which was covered in a blood red leather trench coat which snapped at the backs of her boots with each sharp step she took.

It was clear from her quick stride and stern expression that the Zabrak was in no mood for interruptions, luckily any bystanders that saw her cleared her path without her needing to remove them from it. She closed in on her target with all due haste, she might never have met the Princess in person but the girl was rather difficult to miss among the common folk that littered the Pillar of Ascension. The Blood Matron came to a stop a few polite meters away from the young Sovereign. Her horned head dipped slightly in recognition, "Majesty, please forgive my delay. I'll not offer excuses for my tardiness my Lady Polaris." The Zabrak stepped forward, closing the distance between them to only about three feet. "Are you alright Majesty? How may I serve?"

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[Polaris Sovereign]

The sound of the ship landing wasn't one to miss, especially this close to the docking station. After long moments of silence, and consideration, the princess stood up tall with a most royal posture, eyeing Zenva with a pair of icy blue and curious eyes. It was almost certain she was going to ask for a favor as she brushed past the meter wide stance and headed to the ship with a small and firm frown painted on her face. "I would like to take a ride to another location. We can discuss details inside." She spoke in a more hushed tone. After another second, the turned on her heel, facing her new pilot of sorts. "We should leave immediately."

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

A flicker of annoyance crossed her features for a brief moment as the young girl brushed past without so much as a word of gratitude. By the time the girl turned back to address her, Zenva's face was composed, schooled back to neutrality. Her head inclined once more to the girl, "As you wish, Majesty. Please," The Blood Matron gestured toward her vessel before she moved to board the Gunship.

Zenva lead the way aboard, pausing only briefly to ensure no one had decided to follow the Princess. She closed the loading ramp and keyed a comm built into the wall, "Irons, get us clear of The Pillar. Now." She didn't wait for a reply before she turned the comm off again. She turned back to the Princess, yellow-red orbs trailed over the girl in a curious glance before she turned away to lead the girl deeper into the ship, "This way, my Lady." Was all she said as they delved toward the heart of the ship.

The central room of the ship served as a number of thing, meeting room, mess hall, game room. The Zabrak gestured absently toward the center table, "Please make yourself comfortable Princess." She turned away once more to call through an open doorway, "Irons, no course yet just get us clear."

A man's voice echoed through the hall the Blood Matron had called down, "Good copy, Matron." The Gunship rumbled to life, moving slowly to depart the Pillar of Ascension.

Zenva turned back to the young princess, "Alright my Lady Polaris, what is it I may do for you?"

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[Polaris Sovereign]

The Princess made quick of her walk, fluttering her robe behind her before she took seat at the circular table. There she neatly crossed her legs and planted both hands in the nook of her legs, looking to the surrounding area with no much more than a straight face. It was cramped, and cramped was not all too tolerable. Then again, this was a special occasion, one to get a little dirty and play around with the local scum of the galaxy.

Turning her icy gaze to Zenva, Polaris brought her hands up in front of herself and gently clasped them as her smooth and toned voice spoke. "Nar Shaddaa, no questions from anyone." After only a split moment, she added, "I would also like something to eat before I go into the world of villainy. Something more suit for a criminal living a rich life."

As far as the princess was sure, she could take as much as she wanted from the dearest, just so long as there was more than enough trade in riches and favors to go around. All of that could be discussed later, or perhaps settled with a simple card.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Bitter anger pinched the Zabrak's otherwise lovely face into a fierce scowl, "Is that what you believe me to be Princess, a common criminal living above her station?" The honorific dripped with venom. The Blood Matron advanced on the table, her every stride at once sensually graceful yet predatory in it's harsh quickness. Her hands dropped to the table as she leaned down to eye level with the youth. Her voice cracked like a whip, "Kil'kae front and center!" Her gaze never left the young woman's icy blue orbs. "Allow me to provide a unique education in the different levels of criminality, my Lady."

A large soldier appeared in the doorway wrapped toe to horn in heavy armor. The soldier instantly set a closed fist over it's hearts and bowed at the waist. When the warrior spoke a soft female voice emerged, "Your will, Matron?"

Zenva didn't so much as blink let alone move a muscle, "Our guest wishes to dine as I do. Fetch the Twi'lek." The guard saluted once more and left through a different door. "Understand something here and now Majesty, I am no common criminal. I am a contractor. I sell my services to the highest bidder except in the case of your mother. Her, I serve out of pleasure."

The guard returned with a Twi'lek woman bound and chained before her. Zenva straightened, turned and clamped a hand down on one of the Twi'lek's lekku. The woman cried out in pain and did so again as the Zabrak slammed her face down on the table. "This is a common criminal, wanted for slicing into and stealing from a bank controlled by The Hutt Cartel. She has a bounty on her head, one hundred fifty thousand credits, dead or alive. I usually serve my clients a live capture, they do so love to kill the fools themselves. But if you insist on speaking with such a glib tongue and acting like a hardened criminal, I am willing to oblige you Princess. Which is it, speak with respect to one whom is deserving it or shall I show you the fate of those who lack it aboard my ship?"

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[Polaris Sovereign]

The Princess slowly blinked both of her eyes, keeping a heavily unimpressed face all the while warrior. Perhaps just halfway through she could have saw that it wasn't intended to be calling - her - specifically a criminal. Once she was finally done Polaris simply stood up and crossed her arms with an unamused look on her face. "I do not quite recall calling anyone on this ship a criminal of any level. I simply wanted a meal that would suit my adventures, but if you must make such a fuss I can just go back home."

It was her turn to give a tiny glare now, a seeping disappointment aimed to the warrior, without acknowledgement to the Twi'lek before her. That was just a distraction, one of which she didn't pay any mind to right now. It was a useless manner to even bring it out.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua the Shark leaned against his cargo ship, the Whalebone, watching his charge with little interest. Polaris Sovereign sat, typing out something on her datapad. Nothing exciting, or suspicious was going on. The ten-foot-tall Herglic was almost regretting taking this job, but the higher-ups were pretty insistent that someone had to watch over the young Princess. Ghorua had given the little girl the decency of not knowing that she had an extremely dangerous Bounty Hunter bodyguarding her. He had been a teen not too long ago, and knew how they wanted freedom, and to be away from prying eyes.

Ghorua had taken off his helmet, revealing a large, dark face, eyes glinting like cold black pools of darkness. He rubbed his forehead, warding away a headache. Ever since his genetic improvements, he had developed a bit of a migraine problem. Fighting off the war in his head, Ghorua had turned back to see the Princess walking into a strange ship with a dangerous-looking Zabrak. The massive armored figure rolled his shoulders exectantly. "What are you doing..." he said to himself. Suddenly, the doors closed, and the ship began its take-off procedures.

Faster than one would expect a being of that size could move, the Herglic sprinted for the dropship. Stopping 50 feet away, Ghorua reached down to his bandolier, and grasped a tracker. Hefting the little metal gadget, Ghorua wound up, and threw it. The tracker firmly embedded itself into the hull of the unidentified ship with a sharp ping. The Bounty Hunter/Bodyguard immediately turned on his heel, and rushed back to his own ship, squeezing to get into the front door. Rushing to the console, Ghorua began his own ship's take-off procedure, glancing down at his datapad to make sure the traker was online.

The sound of scratching claws on metal caught Ghorua's attention. Howling, a small white Massiff hurled itself into Ghorua's enormous lap, a lightsaber firmly in it's jaws. "Well, Bones," the Herglic said, stroking his pet's spines, "Looks like we're gonna have some fun." Bones spat the lightsaber into Ghorua's awaiting palm. He'd gotten the lightsaber from his first completed bounty, and his Massiff had taken quite the liking to it. With a little theatrical flair, the Hunter threw it into the Whalebone's hall, Bones scuttling after it happily. "Now, where are you off to, Princess?"

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak narrowed her eyes at the young woman, it was a struggle not to laugh at the girl's bravery but any other reaction from the youth would have shown her to be unready for what was coming. Nar Shaddaa was not a summer camp for spoiled little girls and their disrespectful attitudes. The girl needed a firm lesson in minding her tongue otherwise this trip to the Smuggler's Moon was going to be nothing more than a blood bath. "Princess, you called me, I answered. Lose the holier than thou attitude or I'll have you walk home."

The Blood Matron straightened, dragging the Twi'lek up by a lekku. The woman cried out again but the sound fell on deaf ears, no one here cared what happened to her. The Twi'lek was tossed aside like so much trash and the soldier, Kil'kae it seemed, took hold of the woman and left with her. Zenva's arms folded across her breast, her gaze never leaving the young princess'. Her tone was cold, devoid of the burning anger it held moments ago, "Majesty, you are on a ship of my fleet now. Your authority ended the moment you set foot here. You can cooperate and speak to me like an adult or you can continue to act like a spoilt child and I'll drop you out the airlock."

Zenva took a seat slowly, her long legs folding at the knee. "Sit." She gestured toward the young woman's seat. "You have a lot to learn if you expect to survive this little field trip of yours, my Lady. Now sit. Negotiate like a proper lady. Making demands on Nar Shaddaa is libel to get your throat cut. I need details, not insolence."

Meanwhile...

The Gunship continued to pull away from the Pillar of Ascension. They had had ample time to make a jump to hyper space if that had been the intention. Where they were headed however, remained unclear.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

She only rolled her eyes at the woman, walking around the ship in a small little motion with her arms crossed firmly against her chest. Like she would take orders from her. "Go ahead and drop me, see if I care. I know how to talk to people I walk around. You're going to take me to my destination and that's it, I'm not going to be lectured by someone who can barely grasp the fundamentals of respect to people of true authority."

She continued to stand, now farther away from the woman in question, keeping her hands nearly glued to her robe. Her feet slightly spread apart, an upsetting atmosphere coming from her very form.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva remained silent for several long moments, anger burned in her breast like a miniature sun. The soldier returned after a few moments of tense silence and Zenva's gaze turned to the Elite. "Kil'kae, return to the cockpit. Inform mister Irons to return us to The Warhammer. Afterwards lock down the ship. Shut off outbound transmissions and seal every door except those to my chambers."

The soldier saluted without a word, leaving through the main hallway and sealing the door behind her. Zenva turned her gaze back to the Princess, "Without information I will not subject my people to your designs. When you decide to negotiate instead of demand, I'll be in my chambers, Majesty." The Blood Matron stood, bowed her head once and turned away to leave. "Make yourself comfortable, it's not a long trip to my fleet. I think there's playing cards in the cabinet over there." A hand waved toward the left side of the room as she sauntered down the hall and into her private room.

Moments later the dull thump of magnetic locks began to sound through the ship as each section was sealed. The throaty hum of the hyper drive coming online sounded shortly after as the Gunship made a short jump through hyperspace.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

At long last, Polaris finally sat down and pulled out her holopad. She had something set up just for this specific time - pressing a button, she disconnected her signal back home, which then bounced off to an old ship she had once found. That signal went off to send a small pirate distress, with locations to the last known sight of the holopad scratched onto them. Huge reward, unharmed, right place.

Job well done, Polaris. Job well done. Standing up and sliding the pad away, she went over to the counter to practice her card tricks with the deck.

 

[Naast Vizsla]

Naast was sitting at the controls of his ship, in orbit of Nar Shaddaa. This planet was his base of operations and was like home to him. At the moment, he had a crew of four trandoshan gangsters helping him pilot his ship. All of a sudden, he got a distress signal. Opening the signal, he read the specifics.

The signal offered a huge reward to anyone who could rescue the client alive.

Acting quickly, Naast ordered his co pilot to track the source of the transmission. He got a lock on the signal just before it vanished. Must have gone into hyperspace. He could at least jump to the last known location. Once the ship left hyperspace, the signal would be picked up again and Naast would be able to travel to that location.

He punched in the coordinates and jumped into hyperspace, wasting no time in an attempt to collect the large reward.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis twisted and twirled in his Ceiling Chair, his eyes looking around his office as he bellowed out a sigh, the screams of the pit absorbing it into their horrifying clutches. There hadn't been much happening in a while, and he had found that only torturing random civilians was a lackluster job. Although the putrid voices were delightful to the ear, they had become stale. It was time to go and gather a new set of 'guests'.

Though his trail was cut short by a blast of noise, his hand reaching deep into his trench coat to pull out his data pad, a distress signal. Though strangely one for Pirates. "Why do I have a..." his voice trailed off as he looked towards his door, a large forgotten emblem had been smeared in blood and entrails, "Oh yeah. Jackals." a euphoric vision of the times he once experienced flushed through his mind, his eyes rolling as his head dropped back.

He quickly broke out of his seat, putting through a message to the second in command who was on his lunch-break,
Yo, take care of the Pitt. You're in charge blah blah got stuff to do bye.
He quickly typed as he got ready, messaging one of the Pilots to get one of the ships ready for action as well as a full crew of men, specifically Jackal men. This was a Jackal mission, and that meant Jackal Men. though that didn't mean he wasn't going to be taking a Cartel Ship for the ride.

He quickly swayed through his office, dashing across the table and scattering a mixture of blank papers and documents he drew on out of boredom. His hands gripped and swung open the locker, his eyes gazing as to what he would need for the job. He decided why pick, quickly grabbing a duffel bag to fit anything he couldn't carry on his person, which happened to just be his DEMP rifle. He swayed his hands through the clothing until his hand made a metallic bump as he pulled out his scarred armor, strapped to it were his Sonic Pistol, his beautiful twins and his brand new Custom made Slugthrowers.

Quickly he busted out of the office, making haste as he ran towards the rusted elevator. Its gears churning sickly as he slowly started to heave Thraxis up to the main floor of the White Palace. With a kick in his step he ran to the only ship that was being Loaded up with soldiers. As he arrived he started to heave his way through the men, pushing and kicking to climb to the top with little resistance as the men had grown restless with nothing to do. In a few minutes of searching he made his way for the Captains seat, his body dropping into it as a bead of sweat brushed down his skin. "Men! Ready yourselves! To the distress signal!" he demanded in a puffed voice.
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[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Gunship dropped out of hyperspace after only a few minutes, slap in the middle of empty space. Not far off sat the lion's share of Zenva's personal fleet. Only three ships were present, but three of Zenva's best selling or best armed warships was a formidable force. At the forefront sat her new flagship, though it too was likely to be fazed out soon, a Typhoon Cruiser named The Warhammer. Listing in the shadow of the hulking Cruiser sat two Cutter Corvettes, Hunter's Boon and The Devil's Maw. Within moments of the Gunship arriving weapon banks all along The Warhammer came alive, swiveling into firing position and targeting Zenva's transport. Only then did the Cruiser and Gunship begin attempts at verifying one another's identity.

It would still be a few minutes before the Gunship made it back to the hanger it had launched from abroad The Warhammer and Zenva was content to remain in her quarters. Let the Princess spin her wheels pacing the main room, or so the Zabrak thought at any rate. She had set her Shadez aside, the comm built into the device chirping away without her knowledge. Questions regarding the signal coming from the small craft not yet reaching The Blood Matron's attention.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

The stomach-flipping lurch of coming out of hyperspace was almost instant. Folding and shuffling cards around one more time, the royal piece reached back into her pocket and once more disconnected the signal - rebouncing the last known location so it could be updated. There wasn't a problem when it came to a reverse signal like that, it'd only be a true trouble if someone went through all the trouble to replicate it.

With a small focused grin, she began to build a ship out of the deck of cards, waiting for her amusement show.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

Something wasn't right. Ghorua was inching out of the Pillar's docking bay as he received the transmission. "Pirates?" He growled, rows of teeth grating. "From what I saw, she went on the ship willingly. Something isn't right here," he murmured to Bones, throwing the heavy Massiff off his lap. Pirates or no, Polaris was his charge, and he needed to keep her safe.

Using the ship's computer, Ghorua measured the dropship's angle of trajectory as it blasted into space. Coupled with the Shark's tracking beacon, he was confident he would end up in the right place. He let the Whalebone rev into hyperspace behind the Archon A.

While he was waiting, the Herglic checked his equipment. The Spinster lied on his back. Vibroknife in boot, various grenades on bandolier. After his cursory check, he sat in the cockpit, and thought. He knew what he saw. The Princess seemed to be almost commanding as he watched her get on the Zabrak's ship. Perhaps the Zabrak had promised her something on board, and then kidnapped her? It was the best answer Ghorua had come up with so far.

The Herglic was so deep in thought that he almost forgot to check on his beacon. The signal had ground to a halt, which meant that the Archon had dropped out of hyperspace. With supersonic reflexes, the Bounty Hunter dropped out behind them, the warp of stars slowing down around him. He then saw the ship he was after, joined by a battle cruiser, and a pair of corvettes. "Well, let's see if I can make contact before they blow me to bits," he said to no one in particular.

He started broadcasting an Awoken code he had been given, and sent a message to the Gunship. "Excuse the interruption. This is Ghorua the Shark, Fist of Justice. I have received a distress signal coming from your ship. Please ID yourself."

Now he waited. Whether this supposed captor cooperated, or guns would fire on the Shark, it was out of his hands. He could only hope it was a misunderstanding, but this Zabrak was most likely a kidnapper. Ghorua kept all of his weapons on hand, prepared to go back into hyperspace at a moment's notice. He didn't have anywhere near the firepower to take down a cruiser, but he ould run for help if need be. For now, he waited for a response.

- [member="Polaris Sovereign"] - [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Naast Vizsla"] -

 

[Naast Vizsla]

As Naast was waiting, he prepared for the mission at hand. He was going to be heavily armed for the mission, carrying his slugthrower and two pistols. His main weapon, though, was his armor. It allowed him to take on most beings, it would even level the playing field between him and a force user. Something that aided in that would be his four forcebreaker grenades, which could sever a being's connection to the force for a short period of time. He had no idea who he would be encountering, so he took every precaution.

Suddenly, the signal reappeared. The ship was ready to jump, and it immediately jumped into hyperspace.

The ship exited hyperspace just behind the Whalebone, a ship that was unfamiliar to Naast. There were several other much larger ships, where the client was being taken to.

Naast sent a message to the gunship.

"Requesting permission to dock."

He wanted to remain mysterious so that he would not be immediately perceived as a threat

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[Thraxis]

A slashing light broke through, the last known distress signal vanishing as Thraxis and the Ship he 'borrowed' had met the void, "Dammit! We were too late!" he screamed, a spectacle of arms flailing about as he twisted and twirled in the Captains seat his eyes widened with sadness as he looked around, the rest of the crew looking about confused.

A voice broke out from the crew, a weak voice that echoed to him, "Uhhh... Sir, I don't think we are too late. They may have entered Hyperspace." Thraxis turned his attention to the frail voice, the eyes of weakness peering up with an audible Gulp as Thraxis stared them down, as if angered they would question his authority. Quickly their hands scrambled through the data, their voice breaking out again with an audible terror, "But... we are picking up another signal... Pirate to be exact..." they forced out, looking down in terror at their board.

Thraxis moved in his chair, comforting himself as he chose his next words. "Then Charge! We must save them! To Dark Space we go!" he yelled as he jumped out of his seat, his arm stretching to as his digits extended to point ahead. Even though he had no idea where he needed to go. In a few seconds, the ship started to dart, stars streaming across as the ship pulled itself towards the signal. This is gonna be a fun day. Thraxis thought to himself as he fell back into his seat, his eyes being pulled across the ship as he watched the stars hurdle by.

A shimmer, a distant light breaking through the void, a silent roar of the engines as a mass of matter was flung through space, its body grinding to a halt to view a new set of masses of matter floating through a devoid plane of existence. Thraxis realigned himself, his arm falling down as he looked to his opposition. He pulled out his data pad and kept at the ready a message to send to the Cartel to bring to him reinforcements. His eyes darted to the men, a quick nod as he took command, his gruntle voice now trying to mimic that of Flannigan prior to his unfortunate incident.

"Get me a channel to the other ships. This looks like a trap." he said with a disgruntled tune, his eyes looking forward as his face crumpled into a sour tone. His eyes growing dead as he started to form ideas as to what had just happened.
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[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

The Emeralde Luna is sitting there, in space, when suddenly I get a signal, "Huh, a signal addressed to someone else, why don't we investigate C7." He responds enthusiastically, "That's good enough for me, grab the cords and jump to hyperspace." C7 then traces the coordinates back to where they were sent, and activates the hyperdrive. The stars blur, the sky stretches, and we jump to hyperspace.
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