A trip to Annaj

[RC 212]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

Annaj, the crown jewel of the Lords of the Fringe. Lisa had heard the tales of the fringers, strange force users whom lived among the void and monsters. Most of them had gone into the void an many had not heard from them since. Upon her travels through seedy ports she had gathered enough information to locate Annaj and set out for it.

A trip to the holonet had turned up a figure she was very interested in. Rave Merrill. She was some sort of Alchemist and space witch. She hailed from an ancient order Lisa had never heard of.

The CR-90 dubbed Darkhorse slowly burned its way through the stars and she gazed listlessly at the viewports. The hyperspace drive powered down with a whirr and she felt a lurch in her stomach as she reverted to real space above the glimmering planet.

This was it, time to find the woman, and learn her secrets.....

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Lisa Ticon"] would note the massive shipyards orbiting Annaj; inquiries with the right people would probably get her an appointment with Merrill, for unknown reasons, and that appointment would take place on the shipyard if she pursued that opportunity. It was the third largest yard in the Unknown Regions and in Fringe space. Owned by Iron Crown Enterprises, which was majority owned by Akure Executive Interstellar, which was majority owned by Rave Merrill.

Should Ticon take the opportunity, she would find Rave in a very plain office, ornamented only by Sith urns and incense jars.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

As Lisa came closer she could see the massive silhouette of the shipyards above the planet. this was odd for her, she had never known there to be shipyards here.

"Incoming vessel, what is your business?" A voice crackled through the comms.

Lisa pressed her dash, opening up the channel.

"I'm here to make a connection with one called Rave Merrill."

There was silence on the other end and Lisa felt her muscles tense. She had no idea whom these people were allied with and if they allied at all. All the Sith markings had been scrubbed from her hull and she was running the IFF tags of the Ravens for cover. Hopefully there would be no blaster bolts.

"Miss Ticon, do you happen to have any illicit cargo, or hostile intentions against the Fringe Confederacy."

"Negative, just here to talk and explore, sending my cargo manifest and specs over now."

A steady stream of data ran through the comms into the control center. In it were Lisa;s info and her vessel read mostly clean, with the exception of the nav computers. Lisa had left those out.

"Roger that Miss Ticon, you're cleared for landing at pad 24 Alpha. A security detail will be there to inspect your vessel and you. Please do not come out armed or you will be terminated. I'll see if some one can get a hold of Miss Merrill, she's a busy woman."

"Roger that, Ticon out."

Lisa sighed a slow breath of relief and let the vessel drift down into a tractor beam, releasing the auotpilot and the yokes. She rose from her seat stretching wide and went to the kitchen compartment to snatch a cup of caf. Sipping the beverage she moved down to the airlock and began to strip her weapons, hanging them on an armory rack....