Serrin nodded and left Asaaj’s ship to jump into her fighter. The engines hummed to life. The Station was collapsing, the creat circular halls broke off into fractured pieces, Serrin navigated around them and debrus floating about as she msde her descent toward Venom, the Green World’s atmosphere was filled green clouds which obscured view till she got through them and rain fell on her haul that began to burn through it.
“
Acid Rain! Rotten luck!”
The Nightsister opened a comm to
Asaaj En Kelsani
and
Lun
“
Mayday! Mayday! The rain is acid! Use shields!”
He ship began to dive down towards black rock surface where she saw a great castle in the distance:
The star fighter began to smoke as she piloted it towards the castle, and it crashed. The Night Sister felt his consciousness fade in and out, she saw a figure in black robes and pale skin, then men in Red Visors and armor cutting open the cock pit with vibro weapons.
The next thing Serrin knew is she was in a bed with sheets and she had a terrible headache. She rose to her feet which were bate, the toes lined on the sides by her tattoos. She crossed her legs and saw on a fine and ornate table with gold leaf around black ebony wad her comlink, LO Blaster, and other possessions. Whoever had placed her in this room did not intend to keep her captive, her means of communication and combat kept in her circle of control. She yook up the comlink,
“
Assaj! Lun! I am at a Castle, the coordinates were what the AI pinged. So far I am in no danger, I have my weapons and this frequency. Over.”
She held the brass color circular speaker brooch that she spoke into and then saw her door cracked. Curious she began to open it and walk into a grand hall with paintings, one of which was a Count in black robes. Her bare feet made the floor boards creak, and when she stepped on stone there slapping sound of oily skin against the smooth stone. Two stair cases descended into a v heart shape and there waa a great elogated table with a hearth burning most bright. On the table was an assortment of dishes, one was a delicacy of Dathomir called Nydark Pie. Serrin did not touch the food, nor the goblets of silver with gem stones, some of which had Dathomirian Crystals. There was a sound of creaking, when she turned to see at the balcony area that overlooked the dining room, the figure was hard to male out but his voice was distinct,
“Please, make yourself at home, take a seat and eat.”
The Nightsister placdd her Lo blaster in its holster and gook a seat at the end of the table, as the figure made its way down the stairs, its gate was heavy as it approached. Serrin was uneasy, but so far there had been no signs of hostility, and yet it was from the surface the great beams had destroyed cruisers and the Station orbiting venom, which made her remain vigilant. The tall figure was now before her, clads in black robes with a regal collar and neckline, around his neck silver necklaces with green hems and his face long and white with lines of flesh. She suspected hus height and skin to beca Pau’un, she had heard of them, natives of Utapau. However, she sensed something about him that alarmed her, he had strong aura of magick, which was not common among men, it was not The Force, well not in traditional sense, more like the Spirit Ichor, and that unnerved her more. She hoped Asaaj and Lun would find the castle easily, she had turned on a distress beacon on her ship.
