Private Hungry Scavs

[Vex]

Kenov, that's the name Vex heard of for this planet. A barren planet that once had a hint of life, indicated by the random patches of grass across the planet, too small to sustain any form of life for habitability. Eons ago, it served as the battlegrounds for battle. Native battles, or a battle between factions? No one seem to really know, and the initial scavengers didn't care. The planet hosted many great military resources, fortresses, outposts, vehicles, starships, or it used to. This supposed battle happened centuries before, which meant the more obvious loot of such a planet has already been taken. However, there are rumours of caches, bunkers, caves that still carry such resources, but they're hidden too well across the planet.

One of the more popular tractions is near the town of Tawell, not really a community-like town, but one that acts as a centre for many to take a rest from scavenging, amidst smugglers or other shady elements. Just a convenient town for the right kinds of groups, and less of an actual town. It'd be more fair to say it's a... hub, of sorts.

An expedition has been put together, to figure out a way into the outpost of Selsmire. A name given by the locals for an outpost that's said to be one of the few places left to host great loot. However, there have been a number of complications. The automated system that protects the outpost is quite extensive. Not many want to risk using starships to take out the defences, on risk of damaging what could be inside and not to mention the automated AA guns. To take them out without damaging the outpost has been couterproductive, and not many bother to try it. If done in person, they would have to worry about a great number of automatic turrets, not to mention traps, mines, failsafes, the word is not many have ventured in without dying. As such, not many have attempted to enter.

But that didn't stop this expedition from trying anyway. Desperate or bravado? It's hard to tell, but the thing they lacked are numbers. Only four volunteers, two humans, one duros, one rodian. Not that Vex could judge, and they pretty much took on anyone willing to sign up at Tawell, since they'll be riding to the outpost on speeders to make their attempt.

And that's what Vex is doing at the moment, to see if he can get inside this outpost and find something useful. A weapon, maybe some armour. He heard of the types of weapons that force users tend to use, but he highly doubted they would be in a ominous outpost such as this one. Still, it's a good place as any to start.

 

[Srina Talon]

K E N O V
| Tawell |

Tag: Vex
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This wasn't the first backwater she'd visited recently.

It wouldn't be the last.

There was something disturbingly hollow in silver orbs while she took in the horizon of a once thriving communal space. Record-keeping in this sector was dubious, but the scores of transcripts that she had pulled from near-dead data drives had been accurate thus far. If she closed her eyes she could breathe in the ghosts of war. Hear the sound of carbon-scored starships careening overhead while heavy ordinance brought metal behemoths down from the sky in droves.

They fell, rolled, and crushed—Destroying all beneath it. This world had suffered from combat, certainly, but even more evident were the ravages of time. It was a silent killer. Cruel, simply, because it held no intent. It held no more quarrel with Kenov than a boot might have with an ant.

The ant died all the same.

The pale woman was not one to hunt for treasure for the sake of wealth, nor, was she one to take on a bounty. She wasn't a thief, a scav, nor a mercenary for hire. Srina came to collect that which belonged. Nothing more, nothing less.

Her cloaked arrival was heralded by the bursting sound of clean engines breaking atmosphere in a ship that was far too large to dock at what passed for a space-port. The Seroth-Class Frigate had been a gift from her Master during a time when she had been newly introduced to the galaxy. New to the force. New to the universe—Where nothing was as it appeared to be. She could remember clinging to him like a second skin. A lost, drowning, kitten with small, malleable claws. That was so very, very long ago.

She left her usual Magnaguard behind and set the ship to neutral responsivity while security would be maintained by a cadre of droids and artificial intelligence programs. It would not strike unless provoked, which, was exceedingly ill-advised. There was far more fire-power packed into the Ferocity than there ought to be. Most of her opponents didn't discover that until it was much, much too late.

Her transport from her ship to the designated meeting location was a small speeder that she had acquired. It didn't look quite as impressive as the Ferocity, but that was by design. She needed it to get from one point to the other with relative ease and haste. Not to fend off a fleet. There wasn't much on the ground that she couldn't handle in the way of local muscle. Most of the danger, she surmised, would come from the target location itself. There was a reason looters had proven thus far unsuccessful.

Srina stopped where the beacon indicated and tugged off her eye-pro down where the protective goggles sat around her neck. She wore light, hooded armor, that wouldn't have looked entirely out of place were it not for the fact that the Echani seemed too clean. Not a speck of dirt or dust even after her travels across dusty half-barren plains. Too healthy, too well fed. It would easily become clear that the Echani didn't belong. She tugged down the hood and lengths of moon-white hair spilled down her back, easily, hitting her lower spine. A common vibroblade was strapped to her back…But that never the only thing in her arsenal.

Silvery orbs flickered as they passed over a group that seemed to be waiting at the Tawell Hub. It was a dreary place, desolate, but the sight of such things never made her bat an eye. Not anymore. The galaxy was full of worlds that had been gutted and drained, left with little but skin and bones in the wake of the foolish militant, overly religious, or greed-touched corporate aspirations. She locked her bike as she stood and she moved toward the sign-up station for the expedition.

"Is this the group for the Outpost of Selsmire?"

Her words were soft, dulcet, in the harshness of the environment. Something else that didn't fit. None would see what lived within, know the shadow, that she had learned to hone. Srina Talon was at peace, at home, in the dark. "Is there…Room for one more?"

The hardened adventurers would likely laugh, scoff, at her request. She didn't seem like she could hold her own on a balmy afternoon with blustering winds. Let alone devastating military defenses.

 

[Vex]

Vex himself was wearing a grey robe that covered the majority of his body, with plain clothing underneath. Like Srina, he kept himself hooded, but his milk-white hair flowed underneath freely, making the intention of not drawing attention quite moot. His eyes scanned over the new arrival, asking about the room for one more. Her question went over his head and his focus instantly went on her own hair... similar, but her eyes were different. What species was she? Definitely not an Arkanian like him, where his eyes were just plain white.

The four other members of the expedition looked at Srina, all eyeing her over. Some were curious, others were uncaring. "Plenty of room. We don't have too many people this time around." the Duros had spoken up, unlike the rest who wore garbs, clothes and general gear, the Duros looked like the only one who's armed, armoured and has an idea of what to do.

After Srina asked to join up, he would beckon her to stand along the other four, and as soon as she did, he'd address the whole group. "Alright, it's been three hours since recruitment, so I think what we see today is what we get. Listen up." that was a last call to anyone who wasn't actually paying attention, now was the time. "Selsmire was a place with extensive setback and military grade perimeter control, both manually and automatically. Physical access is locked down tight, which used state of the planet video surveillance, intrusion detection systems and other technological means for it's time, all guarded by automatic turrets, mines and otherwise now. I'm not trying to scare any of you by saying this, but I'm making sure you know that this place can and will kill you. If you want to turn back, now is the time."

There was a few moments of silence, perhaps a tad bit awkward as the expedition members looked around to each other, seeing if anyone would actually leave. As far as everybody could tell, everyone's staying. "Okay, good. I'll lay down some basic rules; if you find it, finders keepers. You're not entitled to share what you find with anyone else. If you kill people for their loot and I find out, I'll personally kill you myself. Consider that your only warning." he would let that sink in, gauging the reactions of the members. He wanted to know who to look out for in-case there were any potential troublemakers, but no one seemed intimidated. "Any questions so far?"

Vex raised his hand, which gave a bit of a laugh from the Duros. "This isn't a school, you can just speak your mind boy." Vex nodded, putting his hand back down. "What's in the outpost? Weapons? Anything notable?" the Duros shrugged his shoulders. "Assumingly the first thing. As far as people can tell, it was a military outpost. The fact it's self-sustained itself this long after centuries means it's high-tech. Vehicles, guns, or even data on the nature of the outpost is pretty valuable. Everything in there is guaranteed to be a goldmine, and that's just assuming we can even get in there in the first place." and with that spoken, Vex seemed satisfied with the answer. The Duros looked around for anyone else to make their last questions, otherwise, they would make their leave.

Srina Talon

 

[Srina Talon]

K E N O V
| Tawell |

Tag: Vex
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She didn't expect a warm welcome=, though, she did feel some very intent eyes.

Primrose lips formed a thin smile as she nodded her head at a man with similar coloring to her own. It wasn't all that unusual, though, he did seem a little more attentive, perhaps, a little more aware than the others. The Duros gestured that she approach the group and the Echani warrior acquiesced with surprising fluidity. There was no movement this woman made that held even a smidge of wasted every. It was deliberate and filled with a sense of ease.

Even in the presence of potentially hostile company.

And an even more hostile endeavor.

The warnings that were put forth were thoughtful, however, unnecessary. She had fought everything from demons to Mandalorian hell-hounds. There wasn't a piece of artillery, trap, or technology that would send her running for the hills. She had been referred to, jokingly, as the Droid Queen before "Dread" replaced that moniker. It would be shameful for her to bow before the might Selsmire threatened them with. Her Master would never let her hear the end of it.

The basic rules were agreeable. For now.

If one of the other travelers found what she sought before she could claim it? The outcome of the day would certainly prove more eventful. She could not leave without the final secret the outpost held deep in the recesses of its vaults. It wasn't worth much as far as credits were concerned, but to others, it would be worth far more. Her expression remained empty throughout. Desolate as a frozen wasteland. There was no fear, no doubt. Mere existence.

The one that had watched her from the beginning raised his hand her silver eyes fell on him without thought. That gave her reason to pause. Anyone that raised their hand in this kind of scenario was as green as grass. They were in the company of hardened treasure hunters and mercenaries. It would not do to show thin skin. The Duros was thoughtful to place boundaries…But he would not be with them always. When they were alone? Fighting for their lives against an outpost designed to kill them?

A slit throat was the least of their concerns.

"I have heard there are several vaults. Some filled with the items you mentioned…Others—Relics. Secrets. It is not as it appears to be...That is why so many have tried and failed."

The secrets were the difficulty.

There was no logical reason that this outpost should have survived this long. No matter the tech. Without personnel, droids, or proper maintenance there had to be something keeping it going. Something they couldn't see. Not from the surface and not utilizing any sort of planetary scanning modules. She had no query, thus, waited for the word to move.