Private In Pursuit

[Annasari]

Location: Unknown Region
Equitment: Blaster, dagger
Tags: Gabriel Volturi
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Annasari's footsteps on the metal floor echoed through the chamber as she approached the cockpit. She had been looking forward to buying her own ship, but the electrum deal had been tied up while she searched for a new buyer, given that the last one had perished an untimely death. Instead of flying herself, she had been forced to recruit a Nautolan pilot with an old hunk of junk that she hardly felt classified as a proper starship. As she reached the cockpit, she poked her head in and sighed.

"Are we there yet?" She asked in her sing-song voice.

The pilot chuckled and looked back at her. "A Wookie has more patience then you, girl" he threw back at her.

This resulted in an eye-roll from Annasari as she plopped in the chair behind the co-pilot. She sprawled out, trying to get comfortable as she imagined what the next few hours had in store from her. When she had received word from her contact that an unidentified vessel had been making frequent trips through the unknown region to Eriu, she was instantly suspicious. This area did not receive much traffic, to begin with, but when the vessel did not answer flags, Annasari's interest piqued. Her thoughts slowly faded away as she began to doze off.

She was awoken by an abrupt decline, as the ship began to enter the planet's atmosphere. Looking out the front window, her eyes grew wide as she saw a beautiful sight to behold. An expansive plain, only interrupted by a small city, next to the bluest of ocean's made this planet almost breathtaking. The ship landed rockily in the city, and as she exited, she wondered where the best place to begin was. Maybe if she slipped one of the traffic controller's some credits, they could assist in helping find this unidentified vessel.

 

[Gabriel Volturi]

Annasari

"Please don't m'lord. I told you everything. No one else knows..."

The cries for mercy ended with a sickening thud as the Duros' head landed on the floor. Gabriel lowered his hand with a grin of satisfaction. He still had it. Nothing like a telekinetic decapitation to get one's blood pump. Some of the aliens blood spurted from his neck and landed on his coat. He looked it the spot in disgust before wiping it away. I suppose I meant that literally in this case.

Rumors had reach Gabriel that his ship had been found and tracked in its leg through the unknown regions. It had been a tedious week tracking those rumors down and dispatching those that had heard it. This Duros claimed to be the only one left with the knowledge after the clone dropped a speeder on the one he'd told. But Gabriel couldn't shake the feeling there was another.

Looking around the small cantina Gabriel spotted a holocam in the corner. Perhaps it would tell him the feeling was of the force or just indigestion. He turned to the bartender who was at the moment cowering behind his bar, tears streaming down his face. Gabriel leaned over the top to see all the way over. "Did you piss your self? I guess I have that affect on people. Show me the recordings...now." The commanding tone in his voice caused the human to stumble to his feet and race to a back door, opening it for the master.

After a few minutes of working the console Gabriel finally found the date in question. He could see the Duros speaking with his contact in the recording. After some time the Duros left the building. The other remained, eventually moving to a sheltered booth. He could barely see the blue glow from a holo reflecting off his face. Gabriel quickly changed cameras until he found one with a better view. The holo was of a young human woman, black hair, though her face was obscured. He watched for several boring moments before the holo girl turned towards the camera before it cut out. Gabriel froze the image and quickly moved it to his data pad. He had his next target.

Passing the bartender Gabriel heard his raspy voice call out, "You aren't going to kill me."

"Why would I? You made the best Corellian Sunrise I've had in thirty years." Gabriel strolled pass the bar before stopping and backtracking a step. He threw out a hand, a bottle of Corellian whisky flying to his hand. Once secure he dropped a few credit chits on the bar top. "For the mess."

 

[Annasari]

Annasari wiped the sweat off her brow as she walked down the street. It was hot out, but she pulled her hood up further in hopes of not being recognized. Her contact at the cantina had let slip who was tied to this ship she was chasing- a notorious force user who never seemed to die. This made Annasari nervous, given she doubted her own abilities to hold up against that sort of power in a fight, but if she could unlock the secret that was keeping him alive, she knew she could sell the knowledge off for the much-needed credits. The Duro from earlier had directed her to a location far outside the city, where the ship she had heard about continuously landed. No one had gone in, too fearful about what, or who, they may find.

She glanced behind her shoulder, scanning her surroundings as she got the feeling she was being watched. The street was crowded with people, but she saw no one paying her any mind. She continued on a few steps, then stopped, grimacing. Although she wasn't force-sensitive, over the years she had developed a killer instinct that never seemed to lie. She glanced around again, before sharply cutting into a nearby alleyway. She backed up against the wall, and peeked out from around the corner.

A couple of minutes went by before she saw him. It was obvious he was looking for someone, eyes darting around, though he did a good job at playing it off. A moment flashed by before he looked over at Annasari, as though he could sense her presence. Kark, she thought. Could this be the one the Duro had spoken of? If so, her mission was doomed before it ever started. She quickly turned on her heels, making her way back through the alleyway and cutting around the corner on the next street. She needed to lose him, and quickly. She made a beeline for the landing pad- though it was only a couple blocks off, each step seemed like a millennia. She glanced behind her again to see if the man had followed, or if she was just being paranoid.

 

[Gabriel Volturi]

Annasari

Gabriel flew the shuttle through the Atmosphere of Eriu, cursing his decision to map a stop on this world. He'd believed it was far to removed from normal traffic, that the risk was worth the shipment of Songsteel he wanted. But without a doubt the young Bounty Hunter had made it this far.

It had taken him a few hours to trace the face on the recording, and another few to track her movements. Along the way Gabriel had managed to dig up what he could on the woman. He had to admit the more he read the more Gabriel had found himself impressed. If not for the situation he could have even seen a use for her. Maybe he still could. Many of the known associates listed in her file Gabriel recognized as members of a group that called themselves Agents of Chaos. They had been on his list of assets to cultivate. Depending on Annasari's choices today perhaps she would still prove useful.

The com beep and a small holo of his man on the ground appeared. "I have found her m'lord. Unfortunately she made me and ran. I am in pursuit now."

Great. So now she knew he was on to her. Fine. You catch more flies with honey. "Let her loose you, and pull all but two security droids from the ship. Wait for me to contact you again." Come, come now little Annasari. Take the bait like a good little mouse.

 

[Annasari]

Annasari entered the ship quickly and made a beeline for the cockpit. The pilot glanced up at her on her arrival but went back to toying with whatever device was in his hands. She kicked his chair angrily, upset he had no need for urgency.

"We need to move, now. "

The kick got his attention, and as he asked for the coordinates, she read them before sitting down and buckling up. She had lost the man from earlier, but she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that danger was just around the corner. After about fifteen minutes, the ship sat down in a small clearing in the forest.

"This is as far as I can get you," The Nautolan pilot said, looking back at her.

She returned his gaze as she arose from her seat. "This will do. I'll make the rest of the trek on foot. Meet me back here in two hours." She replied. She did not know what the future had in store for her, but she didn't want this pilot risking his life for her. She exited the ship and watched as it took off once again. Annasari then turned and began walking through the dense forestry around her. After a few minutes, she began to see a reflection from within the deep brush. As she grew closer, she made out a landing pad with a ship on it, next to a large metal building, entangled with vines. This must have been the place her contact had referred to. She ducked behind a tree when she was close enough to get a good look. There were two security droids standing outside, guarding the ship.

She pulled out her blaster and took aim, quickly shooting one shot, then two more. Just like that, the security droids were down. Almost too easy, Annasari thought to herself. She made her way up to the ship where the hatch sat open. Climbing in, she made sure to be light on her feet in case any other droids were lurking, though as she made her way through the corridors, they were surprisingly empty.

 

[Gabriel Volturi]

"M'lord, our scouted spotted the woman leaving a ship that immediately took off. You're orders?" Gabriel had watched from the over grown building as Annasari expertly gunned down the two security droids and boarded the ship. He'd only arrived moments before, surprised at the speed at which she'd showed up. This woman had learned far more details about his ship then he'd liked. "Destroy the ship. I don't want her with any means of escape."

The only answer was a click over the comms. It would be done. By now an anti-air missile would be streaking towards its target. All that was left was to deal with his intruder. Leaving the safety of his hide out Gabriel sprinted across the field, past the reckage of his droids and onto the ship. It wasn't large by any means, barely classify as a corvette. But it had served its purpose very well. He could sense the woman's presence, but instead of following her Gabriel instead took a left down the corridor towards the security office.

Entering he quickly began working on the consoles. From here he could control much of the ship. First thing was to seal the boarding ramps. Next it turned to the holo feeds, spotting the woman. He figured why not have a little fun. She was after all trapped in the ship with him now. Clearing his throat Gabriel keyed on the ship wide address system. "My my...it looks like a little mouse has found its way onto my ship. Perhaps she has a death wish."

 

[Annasari]

Annasari was seated at a console, attempting to break into the thing, but having no luck. Slicing and technology had never really been her strong suit- it was seen as a luxury she couldn't afford in her early years, and she had chosen to avoid it when possible. Her fist went up and then slammed into the screen, though do to her weak nature, it didn't damage it.

"Come ON you karking thing!" She yelled, frustrated by her lack of progress.

After a few more minutes of keying in random numerals, she leaned back in the chair and put her head in her hands. She knew she should of enlisted help for this mission, but here she was, messing things up.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the speaker came to life above her, relaying the anonymous message. Her head shot up and her hand went for her pistol as she stumbled to her feet, head wildly turning back and forth, looking for the danger. There was no one in the room with her though- whoever this was must want to play games.

She very wearily crept into the hall, light on her feet as to not make any noise. She beelined for the exit ramp, only to find it sealed. A sense of entrapment washed over her- what had she gotten herself into?