Edge of the Galaxy: Chapter Two: The Black Ball

[RC 212]

[member="Brent Smith"] [member="Jak Sandrow"] [member="Darren Onyx"]

She grinned, pleased with Brents astute observation.

She backed off, leaving her mirror image.

"Lead the way then!"

 

[Brent Smith]

[member="Valeria Skyrender"] [member="Jak Sandrow"]

"Good thing," Brent said to Jak as the green man retrieved his weapon.

He wasn't ready for the explosion, and he certainly wasn't ready for the dust that followed. Brent gagged, coughing against the irritating debris in the air. His extremely sensitive lungs and nose protested violently. Tears formed in his eyes as the pale man's raspatory system fought to remove the simplest dust. Sometimes it paid to have extremely acute senses. Sometimes it didn't.

When he recovered at last, Brent nodded to the woman. "Can't wait to get out."

He pushed into the dark cave. A few dim lamplights tagged along the way lit the interior, its cold bunker feel was a far cry from the opulence of the throne room. The air was flowing up towards them as the passage descended downward in a steady pace. That was good, it meant they were going along an open passage. And since the air was cold, he guessed probably well ventilated. They came to a door at last, sealed off with a hand print scanner. It wasn't a hard guess to figure it was for the corpse upstair's hand.

"One moment," he said before kneeling and prying the control panel from the wall. Brent began to trace the wires, looking for their way in, "Amuse yourselves for a moment, as my mother said, to the sufficiently motivated there is no boredom."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Brent Smith"]

"Fair enough. Your mother must've been smart."

Where she might have lent a hand hacking the system she was more interested in another lil trinket she had snagged off Dressel as they escaped. She opened her jacket and pulled out a glasteel tube, with odd characters imprinted on the side. Inside a dusty scroll of flimsi rattled about. Though for the moment she paused, using the force to sense what traps may lay within.

Nothing came up.

So she held her breath and twisted off the cap.

Then unfurled it.

"Odd. This is one of eight pieces, but as luck would have it, we got the first piece. Something about a legendary treasure fleet."

The words were arcane as well. She grumbled.

"We'll need either Jedi Archive Access or Sith to decode it though, I think it's an old Sith'Ari dialect, mixed with Ssi-Ruuk."

​

Of course treasure hunts could never be so easy.​

"What do you think then. Be my first officer? Stick around a bit?" She asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow to her fellow companion.

 

[Brent Smith]

[member="Valeria Skyrender"]

"Well," Brent said from between his pursed lips as the man plucked one of the red wires clear, "Typically, I require a time before hand, and full disclosure on the jobs and--well blah blah blah. But since I am between jobs," he shrugged, "Only if we get a fair split. 50/50."

As he finished his words, the door opened at last, revealing the gawdy military ship that lay on its struts waiting for them. It looked like a tough patrol vessel with retrofitted paint and fins to make it appear richer, more sporty, and more expensive. All it looked like to his trained eye was a ship that had a lot of expensive, needless mods.

Brent didn't see any guards lingering in the wings or any possible points of hazard. He rose to his feet, blaster in hand. "Ladies first, if we have a deal."