Ebb and Flow

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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