Ryloth Rising [CIS]

[Gorba the Hutt]

Kala'uun

Getting inside the giant underground city situated under the Lonely Five range was not the hard part. Not in the middle of all the chaos of the confederate liberation. Getting out might be. Fortunately, the bulk of confederate forces were concentrated around the other capital city. Brutus didn't get that. Why have two capitals? Didn't that defeat the purpose of a capital? Whatever, it was not his place to judge their culture. Simply to enslave it.

The Klatooinian strode along one of the subterranean passages into the heart of the city. Four Houks loomed behind him, Bruisers from Bareesh sent to help assist him in what LeFrange had called the "recovery" operations. If the information LeFrange had given him was correct, then the slaver guilds of Ryloth had sent the bulk of their forces to combat the confederate threat in other parts of the planet, which meant that there would be easy pickings in this city.

The air was pungent with the smell of mildew, dirt and fungus. Not in a repulsive way. It just smelled like what you'd expect from an underground city with a dubious waste disposal system. Well, LeFrange called it dubious. Brutus thought it made sense. Crap, dig a hole, bury it. That's the way they did it on Klatooine. Sounded pretty similar on Ryloth.

Brutus's craggy brow raised stupidly as they came into the market district and saw a whole host of beings milling about in panic, the shouting deafening.

The Houks turned and looked at him. "Hm. Let'sh hope we have enough shuttles."

[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Xian Valart"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Ah, the clamor of reform. There was no sound quite like it. The Confederacy was back into its usual game of being blowhards about the whole "slavery" issue. It was a staple of Ryloth's economy, and outlawing it would, as it had in the past, leave the planet a smoldering wreck. The Confederacy hadn't cared, though, neither had the Techno Union. As long as they got to grandstand on top of the same rhetoric like they always did. Aldabert was not particularly moved by either side of the debate. He was, however, being paid by the Syndicate to help the associates of the Bareesh Kajidic in doing something stupid in the city. But they had also given him a secondary objective given the tenuous nature of the Hutt's plan and had been told to make that his priority.

But that was only after making contact.

The Klatooinian lieutenant had said to meet him here, so this was where Aldabert waited. While the innumerable Twi'lek inhabitants ran back and forth through the market district, buying as much water and canned food as they could in preparation for yet another devastating economic downturn. Was it fair that their civilization was attached to the industry of chattel slavery? Not really. But life wasn't fair and the actions of Aldabert and Brutus were not going to make it any more fair. That's just life for you. In an alleyway of the market district, Aldabert and the five Shock Troopers accompanying him were loitering. They looked calm. Probably because they weren't in danger of starving over the course of the next few months. In fact, while the Shock Troopers milled about and chatted among themselves, Aldabert was bouncing a rubber ball off one of the alley walls and catching it to pass the time.

"You know," he said. "Zis vas considered somezing of a sport amongst zee Yahoi'Yehi Findsmen."

"Really?" Said one of the Shock Troopers, a Duros named Corporal Zeloni. His helmet was off, cradled under one arm. He was paying more attention to the datapad in his other hand than Aldabert, though.

Aldabert continued, catching the ball and tossing it once more. "Indeed, but zhey vould use a mach bigger ball. And zhee whole zing - it vas quite zometing - it necessitated zhee use uf grafity boots."

One might hope the rest of their entourage arrived soon, perhaps to spare Corporal Zeloni whatever Gandish history lesson preceded this already harrowing tale.

[member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Xian Valart"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"There. That musht be them."

Brutus pointed rudely in the direction of the Helix gang. He could tell they were the contacts because, well, why else would a bunch of armored mercenaries be loitering around a market? Because he told them to meet him here, that's why.

The Houk he'd spoken to, a fellow by the name of Raghin, shrugged. "Ok."

The kajidic thugs approached the syndicate goons for a meeting of the mooks.

"Hello, you are Aldabert?" The craggy-faced Klatooinian looked at the Gand. LeFrange said precious little about the Helix guys, except that the leader would be a Gand named Aldabert. Since this was the only Gand in the group, Brutus was pretty sure he had the right guy. When he spoke, his massive underbite mangled the words so they came out sounding thoroughly chewed. "Call me Brutush. Thish ish Raghin, Haghin, Maghin, and Laghin."

The purple behemoths looked back with bored expressions verging on total apathy.

[member="Helix Syndicate"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Operation Heartbreak
T minus thirty Seconds to Drop Zone.
Location: Outside Lessu
Objective: Capture Bridge Controls
Secondary Objective: Determine Corporate Connections
Allies: [member="Marcus Lund"]
Enemies: Slaver's guild, Others.

"They're people, not resources. We need to treat them as such. Simply sending them to their deaths won't do anything for us but leave the population slaughtered." There was a bitterness there, a quiet anger that almost seemed to simmer beneath the surface. She racked the slide of her gun, an old slugthrower still working after all these years. How it still functioned, she wasn't sure. Her predecessor had used it for decades, carried it through multiple missions, and put something like four thousand rounds through it, but the little Czerka-made pistol still survived to this day. Some days she wondered if it could break. But when something is well maintained, it could last till doomsday.

Or until the user died.

Sliding the sidearm back into her holster, the woman glanced up. "Arriving at Drop C!" Moving to the door, she felt the ground rush up to meet her as she dropped the short distance to the ground. Frowning, she studied the wall. No guards on this stretch. Hopefully, that meant they could get inside without dying.

"Well, no time like the present." The jump pack on her back clicked into action, and the woman shot into the air, her focus shifting from the wall to simply controlling her flight as best she could. Almost immediately she pulled a grapple gun, watching for the monofillament rope's hook to catch on the wall before preparing her own decent. As she hit the rampart, another one of the commandos landed next to her. She nodded, dropping the grapple gun and pulling her rifle out. And now began the fun part.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

It was hard not to notice a bunch of Houks approaching, but this group was led by a dour sort of Klatooinian. Yes, these were the people Aldabert was waiting for. Corporal Zeloni attached his datapad back to his belt and sealed his helmet back into place as the Brutie and the Houks joined them in the alleyway, practically eclipsing the entrance with their girth. Two types of mook were now playing the same game. To anyone else this probably looked like a gang confrontation, but what followed next would actually be a collaboration Ryloth would not soon forget. Or it would forget. Once the next incarnation of Confederates rained down on the planet after this particular instance petered out, this would all be so far gone it would be basically a figment of the imagination.

There would be nothing to remember. Nothing but an exchange of bizarre accents between two criminal lowlifes. "Zhat vould be me, yes." Turning to face Brutus, Aldabert tossed the little rubber ball behind him. It arced gracefully through the air and landed directly into a dumpster. Nothing but net. Hopefully Brutus would not end up chasing it. The rest of the Shock Troopers formed up behind him. These were tough looking sons of bitches underneath those featureless helmets, no doubt. They were all distinctly humanoid, but some were clearly not entirely human. Corporal Zeloni was much lankier, and one was considerably taller than the rest. Rifles were slung over their shoulders, though some carried more specialized weapons instead.

"Zis is Delta Squad, of zhe Helix Syndicate. Might I introduce you to Corporal Zeloni?" Aldabert gestured to Corporal Zeloni. Zeloni said nothing. "Vhat can ve do for you today, Herr Brutus?"

[member="Gorba the Hutt"]

 

[Krayn]

Maanis made a twist of his wrist yet again, the movement catching the rough clay mug that was held in his large hand and causing it to twirl the amber liquid that it held within its unseeable confines. It was a fine drink, a touch too civilised for those who had served it maybe but not unknown for the area and the sweet aftertaste reminded him of summer nights spent in younger years with fewer concerns. He must have given away the slight absent thought as his host, a well worn Twi’lekk male smiled hinting at rows of yellow stained sharp teeth.

“It is good yes?” His accent was heavy of Ryloth, clinging to the end of each word like an emphasis on its meaning. It was typical of the Rylothian Basic spoken during trades between Twi’lekk and non-species, Maanis having dealt with many of the race during his time among the Hutt Cartels before their collapse. “Very rare, very expensive.” A clawed hand indicated towards a half full dusted bottle that sat on a table to the right of the high-backed chair the Twi’lekk sat in.

“I suppose there is no better time to enjoy such a fine drink then when invaders are trying to end your prosperous trade.” Maanis saluted the air with his mug and took a glance through the transparent display of the window that opened out upon the city, in the distance, beyond the walls giant landing craft of the CIS could be seen preparing an invasion force. So far fear had not sunken into the hosts around them, seeming faith in their protection enough to worry not and continue business as usual.

“We are safe from those pathetic beings who believe themselves to be liberating Ryloth from our evil clutches in here.” The Twi’lekk gave a harsh laugh, his teeth bared and the others all followed suite creating a fickle noise that flowed through the entire room. “Naturally they don’t see, Ryloth and us, we are one and the same. Removal of our cause would do nothing for the planet but plunge it further into debt and a darker future.” Alien eyes looked out upon the city. “Beside’s we are quiet safe from their droids here. Our shields are strong and the bridge is closed. We have much time to enjoy more of these bottles while they sit out there like the cold, poor bastards they are.”

Toasts were given all around and Maanis himself was among them and wry smile on his lips as he did.

These poor fools.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Brutus squinted at the Gand, but found those enormous multi-faceted eyes a bit too disconcerting. He looked at Rahgin. "Ish hish ammonia reshpirator malfunctioning?"

The Houk scratched at sagging flaps of neck skin. "No."

"Oh." Brutus blinked. He'd never met a Gand before. Maybe they all sounded like that. "Apologiesh, here." He reached out a paw and handed a datapad to the Gand.

The datapad contained a map display of Kala'uun, with several areas highlighted: a "ballet" school, a cantina, a Ryll vault, and a prison. All unlikely to be guarded due to the conflict elsewhere, except for the Ryll vault. They'd find dancers in the ballet school, singers in the cantina, and desperate folk in the prison.

"We hit them firsht, do what we need to to get them on our shuttlesh. Alsho." Brutus looked at Laghin, who set down a large backpack. Inside the backpack were a bunch of plain brown sacks. "Ryll. We'll need to get as much of it out of here ash posshible. Until we shet up a shyshtem down here it might be the lasht ryll out of Ryloth for a while. Demand shkyrocketsh. Shupply decreashesh. Which meansh?"

He felt very satisfied with himself, using the bit of economics he'd picked up from a Rodian in One-Eye's gang.

[member="Helix Syndicate"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

There were blank white walls that were more outwardly emotive than Aldabert. His giant compound eyes and the all-encompassing respirator made it somewhat difficult to relate to less insectoid species. Aldabert gave an annoyed huff at the slight against his respirator and accepted the datapad. Klatooinians were good at a select few things. Inter-species etiquette was not one of them. If Gorba wanted to make nice with Aldabert, he would have sent a protocol droid. This was far more important. This was business. Aldabert did notice that one of the locations was close by to the Kala'uun Grand Imperial Museum, so this all worked out as nicely as he had hoped it would.

"Ja, I see vhat you mean," Aldabert said, although he was only half-listening since he had been scrolling through the datapad at the time. Aldabert took some liberties with the device, using it to wirelessly transmit the information to the Shock Troopers waiting behind him. Then he handed it back. "And vhere are ze shuttles? I assume you do not want us to take zee public elevators to ze starports with zo many people at vonce..."

Brutus certainly could not be the brains behind this operation. His name wasn't Brainus, after all. Aldabert was curious just how much thought Gorba had put into this little scheme.

[member="Gorba the Hutt"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan walked into the Ryloth office with the bravado only a droid could display. She’d been deployed by the Black Scorpion company to protect the soon-to-be viceroyalty of Ryloth - nothing more, nothing less. He sat in his office toasting whiskey to a Twi’lek, relaxed and ready to negotiate. With her show-girl legs on display, datapad in her hand to capture anything her owner wanted her to, the HRD took a seat near Mannis.

“Mr. Maanis, can I transcribe this meeting with you and your guest?”

The pair were enjoying a drink and possibly a cigar. With the flick of her wrist, Morgan procured a Carababba Tabac for either Mannis or the slaver. She gave off the appearance of a typical protocol droid, but inside the blonde was calculated her combat routines like an assassin.

If the Twi’lek tried anything, she’d spring into action with either blaster bolt or martial arts to neutralize the enemy.

[member="Maanis"]

 

[BX-25233]

"Signal received, Phase two of mission objective starting"

BX-25233 put on some slaver armour e found in the transport to allow him to sneak past most of the slavers how ever the armour didn't fit properly on him and if someone looked closely enough they would easily tell he was no slaver. As soon as BX-25233 got outside the transport he saw that he was behind a real slaver who was guarding the transport. If the slaver saw Bx-25233 he would surely be suspicious since the slaver would have known if anyone went past him to go to the transport, With his two vibroswords Bx-25233 cut down the slaver before the slaver could notice he wasn't alone. Bx-25233 activated his comms again

"Heading to bridge controls, Am in slaver armour and be going radio silent until bridge is active"

BX-25233 went to a quick pace meaning he wasn't as stealthy as normal but he was hoping the disguise would allow him to get to the bridge controls undisputed.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Arlox"] [member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

"lets do this, time to break those people out of there captivity" he said as he jumped out of the transport using a 'borrowed' jumpack to follow [member="Natasha Darkstar"] over the wall, landing next to her he pulled out his blaster preparing to move on to the bridge controls when [member="BX-25233"] 's com signal came in "copy Thad, just ditch the disguise when the slaves start shooting" he spoke in a whispering tone into his comm.

As they made there way toward the bridge controls he looked around him trying to find the armory, or any stash of weapons large anof to arm some of the slaves during the coming assault on the bridge.
as the passed a single lone Twi'lek tied to a post he handed the Twi'lek a blaster, quickly telling him in Ryl/Twi'leki to keep the weapon close and Thad hed know when the time came to use it, he pulled out a small knive cutting into the robed just far anof Thad the Twi'lek could free himself, nowan would notice it unless they would actually look closely at the robe.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Arlox"] [member="BX-25233"]

 

[Krayn]

Was it right to feel attraction towards a droid? Maanis had to stop and think for a second as the secretary he had been assigned before this little trip approached them and acted as any secretary would, with poise and grace. Yet this was different. Morgan was designed to be the perfect image of humanity, especially when it came to people’s opinion on human females and for Maanis to feel attraction, no it wasn’t attraction, appreciation perhaps, was only natural considering the situation.

“No that would be fine Morgan.” He answered her question before offering the Twi’lekk the tabac that had been offered by the droid. “However if you can kindly prepare the transaction that would be great.” He felt his voice go rough as he spoke, hoping his trade partner didn’t catch onto the slight break in character.

Before being sent to Ryloth Maanis and Morgan had been given one of the more influential slavers to establish themselves to. A task that they had done with ease seeing as he was currently sharing his bottles of expensive booze with the secretly CIS duo. By making it out that they were prospective buyers a meeting had been arranged and the two found themselves in with a chance to carry out the plan.

The ‘transaction’ was the next step in the plan. Morgan would be set loose upon the guards around the room allowing Maanis to procure particular settlement from their slaver friend. Then it was a simple march to the bridge and allow full CIS capture of the city to begin. Simple. Right?

He took another sip and waited. It would be on Morgan’s cue that he himself would begin.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

The Klatooinian accepted the datapad back, unaware of any foul play. Another of shortcomings. Brutus could scarcely dream of a galaxy where beings existed who would try and thwart the great and mighty Gorba, for truly they would be simple-minded creatures to incur the Bareesh lorda's wrath. It didn't help that the screams of poor Ganish as the krayt ate him alive were seared into Brutus' memory, whereas Aldabert was blissfully unaware.

"There'sh a shecret exit tunnel that leadsh out of the shity. The shuttlesh will arrive there at our shignal. And if it comesh to it, Laghin hash a beamdrill."

Laghin casually rested the beamdrill on one shoulder. He smiled, revealing rows of blocky teeth shaped like tombstones.

[member="Helix Syndicate"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Operation Heartbreak
Location: Lessu, Eastern Wall
Objective: Free Slaves en route
Secondary Objective: Determine Corporate Connections
Allies: [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="BX-25233"]
Enemies: Slaver's guild, Others

Nat was silent, keeping pase as the team moved along the wall. "It would be nice to have better intelligence on the situation." She muttered, and the soldier to her right glanced at her, a confused look painted on his face.

"Isn't that your job?" The question sounded like a joke, but she nodded quickly in response. Cold green eyes scanned the city below as they moved. Groups of them huddled together. Pens with electronic locks. Hmm.

"It is, but I didn't get the chance today. Risk was too great of being discovered." She could see the indignant response forming on his lips. She decided to cut him off. "Yes, it's dumb. But what can you do." The cybernetic eyes zoomed in on the locks. Standard low-grade design, probably bought on the cheap. Meant they were set into a core system to react to an alarm system. "I need to get to a terminal. Preferably in the main system." There was a nod, and the pair ducked into a watchtower. Access computer. Probably alarmed.

It would have to do.

She bent over the desk, hands flying rapidly across the keys. She still had a bit to go before she was near ready for the bridge to turn on.

The previous user hadn't logged out. He wasn't an admin, but maybe she could access the alarms anyways. Instead of turning off the system, she smiled and pulled the AI core from the implant in her neck. Plugging it in, she typed a single command into the console. The AI could handle the rest.

Reverse the lock's settings on the alarm. Make them lock open.

There was a pause, then a flurry of code. Almost faster than it would seem possible, there was a quiet chime. It was done.

She clicked the AI back into place. "Right. Let's go tell them to be ready."

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Leading out of the what? Nevermind, it probably wasn't important. If Gorba or his bet dog managed to bungle up the escape route, there were contingencies in place. After all, it wasn't as if Aldabert and company had walked all the way here from the Alignment. As charming as it was that they had brought a beamdrill, it would do them little good if they had to carve their way out of a mountain that was hundreds upon hundreds of meters thick. All fine and dandy for breaking into a vault, but a mountain? That might be pushing it. Unless they had enough spare batteries to hook into it to turn the thing into a miniature Galaxy Gun.

Aldabert reached into the fold of his robes to ensure that his trusty DT-29 was snug in its holster. It was. This mission did not call for a heavy repeating blaster cannon, much to his chagrin, so his sidearm would have to do. His collapsible staff was also elsewhere on his person, a neat forked cylinder on his belt. Usually the cannon was enough to get the job done, but since he couldn't get it in here... Well, whatever. They were herding slaves. Shockstaffs tended to help with that.

"Very well," The Gand said, deferring to Brutus with a majestic wave of his hand. "Ve shall follow your lead, Herr Brutus. Vere shall ve go first?"

[member="Gorba the Hutt"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: The Temple


"I did not come to see Jarco, Slave." He said plainly to the Twi'lek. His head tilted to the side as he studied her for a moment in eerie silence. "To we who dwell in the Force, normal life is little more than pretense." Kentarch hoped the twi'lek would find the greater meaning in his words. He took a step forward towards the Lethan, his arms still crossed with his hands tucked inside his robes. "Things are changing Slave, and they are changing quickly. Everything you know will come to an end this day." He continued to mention her as nothing but Slave, and his composure demanded silence as it did fear.

Unfolding his arms, a simple dagger with a brown wooden hilt appeared with the flick of his fingers in his hand. A Twi'lek dagger, something that [member="Seela Tarkona"] would be familiar with. "I do not suffer the weak." There was a soft clang as the dagger fell to the floor at Seela's feet. A test of blood was coming, the guards were on there way. But Kentarch would not be the one doing the killing. "You have a choice. You can become my acolyte, break your chains and become free. Or you will die like the slave you are." Kentarch said giving the ultimatum.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

If Tmoxin had known that Verd put a blaster to the heads of three slaves and pulled the trigger, she may have lauded his efforts. Finding out later that they were stun bolts… not so much. But the pair had always been an odd pair of allies, though eventually their moral contrast would be brought to light.

For now, she watched the Academy perimeter through electrobinoculars and waited. Her comms unit beeped again, letting her know a message was incoming. Skirata had gone to his ship for something - which quite honestly wasn’t part of the plan. She nearly scolded him, but Tmoxin had a soft spot for Skirata. He’d saved her life on more than one occasion and time had not hardened her, but had made her more malleable towards those with unquestioning loyalty.

“Reroute to the staging area,” she said into the mic. “Darth Kentarch is inside the Academy now, and we have eyes on all of the exits. I would rather you’re here by my side and not have your cover blown in case Jarco escapes, and we need to send you back in at some point.”

With that, the Hapan ex-officer waited, knowing Skirata was careful enough to not expose their operation.

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd Skirata had almost been back within the visual range of the academy when he heard the message to reroute and cut all forward thrust, spinning his speeder in a 180 before slamming his thrusters to full and coming to a complete stop. He had only a few hundred meters left until the slavers would have seen him and he wouldn't have been able to get away without making some other excuse that he wasn't sure he could come up with. "Affirmative, though if i do say so you were cutting it rather close." Verd didn't go into detail, he just gave his speeder a little power and gave the academy some distance before he changed his vector towards the staging area or at least the coordinates for it that @T'moxin Temi had included in the intel packet a few weeks before. He hadn't been suprised to see the camp had moved from the zone by about half a kilometer, as it is hard to pick a viable location from an orbital view or even just by looking at a map.

as he was approaching the entrance to the small camp, he was motioned to halt by two battle droids. "Please state your business in this camp"

Verd coolly replied "T'moxin Temi requested my presence. you would be wise to let me pass."

"Roger Roger!" The droids saluted.

Verd drove in and parked his vehicle inside and walked into the camp and into what seemed to be the command center of the outpost, easily finding the person that summoned him. looking around, he saw a small group of battle droids and pulled out his data pad and handed it to the droids. "This pad has all of the explosives i have placed listed with codes to activate them as well as a listing of where they are placed. Verd Skirata reporting in."

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

“Of course, Mr. Mannis,” the blonde HRD said with a slight tilt of her head to the side. Morgan felt the same kind of appreciation for the soon-to-be Viceroy of Ryloth. In terms of organics, he was a looker for sure and set something off in her synthetic cortex, but to be perfectly honest, she was just as happy having a maker or master to give her orders, than entertaining any designs of a mate.

She constantly had to remind herself that robots do not love. Even though she often felt strange emotions that she could not identify, which left her grasping for meaning and even the companionship of other organics or droids. Like Mr. Mannis, it felt reassuring to be part of a bigger organization again - the CIS and the Black Scorpion subsidiary.

The HRD stood, ironed her form-fitting pants with a brush of her palms over her thighs and turned to a nearby work desk as though she were truly going to prepare a transaction.

As the Twi’lek guard made eyes at her, she immediately grabbed his lekku and pulled, causing the creature to howl out in agony. With her black boots, she kicked the back of his knees, and he crumpled to the floor. Instead of behind him, Morgan walked around to the front, grabbed his bulbous shaped head with her two hands and twisted his neck so it snapped. She braced herself now for blaster bolts at her back, but hopefully the entire room would be too stunned to do anything.

[member="Maanis"]

 

[Janeth Farr]

LOCATION - TEMPLE

Janeth hated the unexpected.

She looked up to see dropships and droid fighters swarm the skies above, her business on Ryloth was nearly concluded when...

Ding ding. "You received a new message." The droid computer announced. Janeth tapped the display, swiping through popups--the cost of using a cheap model--to finally bring up the message and read.

Sender: noreply@bhgmail.gal
Subject: Congratulations!!! There's bounty in your area!

Greetings, Esli Manten

You are being contacted because you subscribed to our automated alert system.
There is a bounty in your vicinity worth 25,000 DEAD OR ALIVE. Should you choose
to accept this contract, details will be transferred to your datapad immediately.

Good hunting!
BOUNTY HUNTERS GUILD

The Mandalorian sighed. "No time to waste." She muttered to herself. Thankfully Janeth had already been near the Temple, where unbeknownst to her a Sith Lord and co. were on the prowl. She pressed the 'accept' button on the display, and a few seconds later her datapad hummed. With the information synced up with her HUD, Janeth left the confines of her freighter and made her way towards the temple.