Along the Byss Run
They had descended like locusts. Dozens of pirate ships, wrecking havoc and drawing the trade flowing to and from Prakith to a stand still. Who were they? As for the what they wanted, that was clear.
They wanted everything.
Some ships hit heavily along the freights enroute, while others swooped in to snatch and run on the surface, peppering the major cities with chaos and an utter disregard for personal property. It was disorganized, completely decentralized, and in its way, completely ridiculous as a serious threat.
The officials on Prakith were at a loss. They were accustomed to a certain level of safety in the last few years, and the pirate ships had torn through what defenses they had- almost as if they had already known exactly what was there, and what to hit. With no real recourse, they reached out to for help-
To both the Corellian Confederation and the Core Imperial Confederation.
Why not both, after all? Perhaps one wouldn't answer. Worst case, they both did, yes? All the best to stamp out this pirate threat that had no place in the Core. It was only proper, it was only JUST that those with the power to do so would keep those without it safe. Yes. Of course.
Sabetha whistled as she hefted another crate into the hold of her ship. It hadn't started out the day as her ship. But now with Preybird she and Hira had come in tucked neatly into one half of the cargo hold.... well, possession was nine-tenths of the law after all.
She'd arranged this raid, reaching out to a number of contacts of this particular persuasion, after her little trip to Balosar. She'd scoped out nearby systems, and Prakith had just begging for someone to come in and walk off with everything that wasn't nailed down.
Like, this freighter.
Some of them were people she knew, like Hira Mitsae and Rohak Vizsla. Some she didn't know at all, friends of friends, but the right kind of people. People like Quell Rook. Some she didn't know AT ALL and had no idea how they'd even learned about this thing to begin with. Word traveled in the underworld, and a raid like this wasn't something you could keep a lid on anyway. Like a school of fish or a flock of birds, pirates knew that one way to stay safe was to congregate and hope that if serious opposition showed up, they would get someone else. Not the only way, but when a score was this promising, it was a temptation to hope it worked like that.
"Hira, you done hurting the captain or are you getting bored yet?"
Sabetha shoved the last crate into place with her hip as she called down the main corridor toward the open door. She actually didn't know if Hira was hurting the guy, but odds were high. There was a hidden compartment somewhere on the ship, they just didn't know where, or how to access it. Better to ask and find out before they dumped the guy, right?
Booted feet stepped over the rapidly cooling body of a crew member as she started heading down the corridor.
Unheard by the two women (reasonably busy after all), the comm crackled in the cockpit.
Two, yes TWO fleets'r droppin' outta hyperspace. Codes flying for the Corellians AND the Imps. Scatter and run folks, time to blow this scene! Take what you got and scamper.
ooc thread: http://starwarsrp.ne...h-skirmish-ooc/
Edited by Sabetha Tag, 01 August 2019 - 10:32 AM.