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Private Chasing Leads - Backlog Thread

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She had followed a lead from one of the underworld contacts. A pirate group in this sector had seen something passing their scopes, had given chase, had all but boarded the ship before it had slipped away from them for some reason or another.

But they had seen something. Had information of some kind about that stupid woman that had stolen her child maybe. At least a description of the ship. Maybe something even regarding the state of her child. Had they let them go after finding nothing valuable? Or had the woman done something spectacularly stupid enough to make them let her go? All questions without answers as they traveled toward the ship in question. A raiding vessel that had been annoying some of the outer systems for some time now since they always seemed to have a lead on when to leave a system before proper forces could be mustered to rescue their prey for the evening.

This time though their luck had run out. And they were the subject of being hunted.

Even if the vessel they were tracking them in wasn't the direct threat.

"We should be nearly there, yeah?" She'd provided Trextan with coordinates to the spot where the ship had been known to put in between attacks.

A shady port that promised nothing but problems for anyone that came and went from it. Even those that lived there. It wasn't on any proper maps, and was only talked about between the pirates and those information brokers that had enough credits in hand to share it's location. This time, the broker had been threatened with a shortened lifespan along with several missing limbs if they didn't deliver, and the poor mood that had been riding her was a near visible storm around her. Even with her helmet on.

Her foot tapping the floor as they cruised along in that slow arc towards their destination.

 
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"We should be nearly there, yeah?" She'd provided Trextan with coordinates to the spot where the ship had been known to put in between attacks.

Trextan leaned towards the navcomp.

"Sure."

He was terrible at managing the navigation systems. He glanced across his shoulder at Lossa. This wasn't the time to brush past his failings with one word. He pushed a few buttons. He could find it if he tried.

"Six minutes."

He could feel the the way the Force moved around Lossa. Trextan knew he was going to have to be the voice of reason at some point in this endeavour.

"What's the plan? Find some of the crew drunk in Port, rough them up until we get answers?"
 
He leaned forwards.

An action that made her head turn to watch him with intent. Even going so far as to use the tech in her helmet to zoom in on what little bit she could see beyond him.

The sour tinge to her mood deepening a little as she wondered, almost aloud, where the fuck they were.

Instead getting a time of arrival as she backed off the matter entirely. As much as she had wanted to use her own ship to get there, having company wasn't entirely a terrible thing. Pushing down the spiteful words that had bubbled in her mind as he asked for a plan.

Mouth settling into a frown as he painted a fairly simple plan.

"Start with that. Maybe leave them with a few less fingers. Find the ship. Get into the system and pull the info. Maybe see about helping the sector with their pirate problem."

Leaning back in the chair as she let the words hang in the air. Mouth twitching in annoyance.

"Especially if they get too annoying when we board."

Her eyes drifting back to the stars around them as her mind wandered away from her. Idle thoughts coming to mind after realizing time had slipped away from her again. The Force tempest of her emotions easing back as urgency took a backseat to knowing the destination was at hand.

"What have you been up to lately?"
 
A few less fingers?

Often he was the one that needed advice to approach danger with caution. He had backed himself and nearly managed to get killed on a few occasions. For this mission, he was going to have to look out for Lossa. He couldn't fault her after what had happened, but he didn't want her crossing lines that she would regret.

Trextan glanced back at Lossa as she looked through the viewport. He didn't want to think about what possible outcomes she was imagining.

"What have you been up to lately?"

When the question came, it caught him off guard.

"I've been catching up with Wardens and old friends," he said. He turned the chair around to look at Lossa.

"Choli is back from her training. We broke into a vault ship before some Knights of Ren could steal anything of value."

Lossa knew what Choli meant to him. In truth, he was still figuring out his feelings on the matter. Three years was feeling like both a very long and a very short time.
 
His answer was both calming and enraging.

Sitting quietly for a moment as she processed his words. Processed the feelings behind them. Thought for what felt like eons on how he spoke about them. A feeling she couldn't quite put a name to.

A thought she didn't want to linger on as she instead focused on the moment rather than how she felt.

"Broke into a vault ship? What were they after?"

Instead letting curiosity guide her question about the matter. Turning from the viewport now to give him her attention.
 
"Broke into a vault ship? What were they after?"

"Information," he summarised. It wasn't quite the full answer but it would do.

"Anything Rave stashed, I think she did so for a reason. Knowledge that could be dangerous. They captured Wardens and jedi trying to get to it. Tortured Choli."

He glanced at Lossa and a little of his anger showed. One corner of his top lip twitched upwards. His chest rose and fell in a deep breath.

Gravity shifted. The cerulean swirls of hyperspace reverted back to the smooth inky black of space. It took a few blinks for his eyes to adjust to see the stars.
 
Absorbing the information, and the lack of it, she didn't press the matter.

The topic seemed to have been resolved already besides the dodgey answer he had given on the topic. What she paid attention to however was the slight display of anger.

Wavering between stoic and aloof, the show of feelings became almost memorable.

Even if it left a slightly bitter feeling in its wake.

Thankfully the environment provided an easy out of speaking. Stealing a few seconds to study how protective he seemed in the moment of expression. Wondering if it was meant for the one, or the many he had mentioned. A detail she didn't want to chase as her visor shifted to the stars that had appeared.

Head tilting slightly as she examined their view.

"Huh."

Looking around the almost serene field of asteroids that held a slow dancing swirl around an unseen center.

All of it blended with the stars to make what looked like a navigation map that was updating constantly. A larger asteroid at the center of the field holding the tiniest bit of sway over the collective mess and was their destination.

"Wonder if they come for the scenery or the lawless business."

Standing to examine the sensors before pointing at what could probably be called a path.

"That's seems the best bet, but I'll wager credits there's someone in the way." Glancing at him as a hint of humor filled the air.

"You shoot or scoot better?"
 
He knew Lossa well. He didn't need her old uncontrolled empathy to pick up a little of what she was thinking. The silence that followed didn't surprise him. She might have been interested in what had been going on recently, but they had urgent business to attend to.

"Shoot or scoot? I think what you want to ask is if I'm any good at flying or blasting? Neither. The answer is neither. So equal, in a way."

He canted his head to one side, narrowing his eyes.

"I'll take shoot. At least if I miss I can claim it was a warning shoot."

There would be no such excuse if he flew them into a rock.

"Start active scanning to find a target?"
 
A very slight turn of her covered face met his words. Hoping that even behind the helmet exasperation was a universal expression as a sigh accompanied the stare.

"That's what I asked." Despite being a touch miffed, she couldn't keep the humor clear beneath her words.

If nothing else he was at least honest.

"Stars, I need to get my ship out and fly against you sometime." Shaking her head with a laugh as she looked over the rocks floating around them.

"At least make it a decent warning shot." Teasing as she lingered over his shoulders, reaching to point at a spot she had in mind.

A set of asteroids that had clustered together with one large enough to hide a light freighter from visual search.

"See if you can focus the bandwidth over this area. It's where I'd hide."

A scan would reveal a tiny energy signature. Enough to account for an errant droid or a lingering power source that hadn't been shut off for whatever reason. Lossa's arms resting on the back of his chair with a pleased sense of self as she clicked her tongue.

"Told ya'. Blast the rock to let em know they've been made."
 
"A good warning shot," he promised.

Trextan reached behind him as she teased. In the stress of the moment, he left a single familiar touch on the outside of her leg before placing his hands on the controls.

"Told ya'. Blast the rock to let em know they've been made."

"Yeah, alright," Trextan muttered, letting her have that victory. She might not think too deeply on his accuracy if her have her the moment.

He pulled the turret around towards a curve in the rocks and fired. A series of blasts broke chucks away that whipped through the space between the asteroids.

There was a ping as shields gave off an energy signature deflecting debris.

A red circle appeared on the displays as the small vessel powered engines and left its hiding space.

"They're coming around. Might need more than a warning shot."
 
As much as she wanted to feel comforted by his words, they didn't quite do the trick this time.

Faking a smile with that familiar exasperated sigh she didn't pull away from the touch. He meant to comfort her. It wasn't his fault he was blind. Or clueless. Or maybe she was.

The shot doing just as intended at first. Until the other party decided to do a little more than run away.

Then again the ship they were in currently wasn't exactly a top of the line military ship.

"Feth. Might yeah." The signature of the ship on the scanner coming to life as she gripped the headrest of his seat. Power signatures other than shields and engines coming to life as she dove into her core. Dove past the lingering misery and bitterness.

Grabbed that familiar burn at the center of it all and express packaged it as the headrest began to groan under her fingers.

Pure malignant intent sent across the void towards that familiar presence of life to dissuade them from doing something stupid. The vessel across from them holding course until it slowly turned and began to head towards the core. Power signatures of the engines and shields the only ones remaining as her grip on the headrest eased.

As she took a deep, troubled breath as she pushed all of those emotions back into the pit she'd dug them up from.

"Follow them in." The only thing she was willing to say in the light of that display.
 

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