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The Anchor to the General's Moon [Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Vassek]

Vassek - a world of little note, save for the fact that the one-time occupant of its third moon was none other than the Kaleesh cyborg, General Grievous. The Kaleesh male kept a personal retreat, a castle on that moon, built into the rockface of a rather large gorge, and it had become at first a base of operations for pirates at the beginning of the difficulties of the Force and the disappearances, but later these pirates were driven back down to Vassek itself, or slaughtered by the Reavers that found the old castle to be something of a shrine.

The world below was host to a populace that lead simple lives of farmers and tradespersons, and to their great misfortune, first the pirates had come to attempt to enslave the populace, then they were caught in the battle between slaver pirates and the Reavers - and the Reavers were winning...

Suggested Objectives -

1. Rid the General's castle of the Reaver threat and secure the moon.
2. Deal with the Reaver threat and the slaver pirates on Vassek, to ensure the continued existence and freedom of what survivors remain.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Lucianus Adair"]

There was one more wrinkle in the plan, one not known to most. Grievous' castle was home to a certain archivist, a man who liked his privacy more than just about anyone. She imagined [member="Dissero"] of the High Council would be rather put out by the Reaver assault on Vassek, and likely by the necessity of bringing serious Fringe forces to this system at all. There was trust and then there was trust.

Aboard the Chimaera, within the secure comms suite, she messaged Dissero.
 
Who answered [member="Ashin Varanin"]'s call was not the High Councilor, but his life-long shadow and personal guard Mahet the Noghri.

Though his face always looked rather grave, given its reptilian nature, Mahet looked particularly dour, tired, and wounded.

"Master Varanin," his voice hissed quietly while a bloodied, clawed hand guarded his side, "the Lord is not here. He has ... vanished. They have all vanished. ...everyone but myself and the dragon."
 

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