High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Location: Landing Bay, Planet Nivek
Target: Varrik Jax, Dusate Pirate Captain
Mission Start: 0900 Hours, Galactic Standard Time
The landing bay on Nivek was a sprawling, industrial space carved into the rocky side of a mountain. The walls and ceiling, reinforced with cold steel beams, reflected the harsh artificial light that illuminated the area. Frost clung to the metal surfaces, a reminder of the planet's icy climate outside. The ground was a patchwork of worn metal plates, occasionally slick with moisture from the constant condensation.
Rows of ships lined the bay, ranging from bulky cargo freighters to sleek, fast-moving vessels. The air was filled with the constant hum of machinery, the occasional hiss of steam, and the distant clatter of tools as mechanics and engineers worked on various ships. The scent of fuel, lubricants, and the sharp tang of ozone permeated the air, mixing with the colder, cleaner smell of the snowy landscape outside.
Scattered around the bay were clusters of cargo crates, some marked with official trade symbols, others unmarked or bearing more suspicious, faded insignias. Droids moved among these stacks, their mechanical arms busy sorting and moving items. A few personnel in heavy jackets and gloves conducted checks and communicated over their comms, their breath visible in the cold air.
In the corners and along the edges of the bay, figures loitered in the shadows. Some were clearly workers on a break, while others had a more watchful, calculating demeanor—potentially informants or affiliates of the Dusate Pirates. These individuals kept a close eye on the comings and goings within the bay, their expressions guarded.
The atmosphere was tense, with an underlying current of unease. The presence of the Dusate Pirates was a known factor, casting a shadow over the activities in the bay. The constant flow of people and goods made it a prime location for both legitimate and illicit dealings.
Outside the bay, the landscape of Nivek stretched out in a frozen expanse. The jagged peaks of the surrounding mountains loomed under a gray, overcast sky, their slopes dusted with snow. The cold air seeped into the bay every time the large doors opened, carrying with it the scent of frost and the sound of the wind howling through the valleys.
This setting provided a stark, harsh environment for any who arrived, offering both the cover and the challenges typical of a frontier outpost. It was a place where information and deals could be found, but also where one had to tread carefully, especially with the ever-present threat of pirate activity lurking just below the surface.
Dice Thorne
Target: Varrik Jax, Dusate Pirate Captain
Mission Start: 0900 Hours, Galactic Standard Time
The landing bay on Nivek was a sprawling, industrial space carved into the rocky side of a mountain. The walls and ceiling, reinforced with cold steel beams, reflected the harsh artificial light that illuminated the area. Frost clung to the metal surfaces, a reminder of the planet's icy climate outside. The ground was a patchwork of worn metal plates, occasionally slick with moisture from the constant condensation.
Rows of ships lined the bay, ranging from bulky cargo freighters to sleek, fast-moving vessels. The air was filled with the constant hum of machinery, the occasional hiss of steam, and the distant clatter of tools as mechanics and engineers worked on various ships. The scent of fuel, lubricants, and the sharp tang of ozone permeated the air, mixing with the colder, cleaner smell of the snowy landscape outside.
Scattered around the bay were clusters of cargo crates, some marked with official trade symbols, others unmarked or bearing more suspicious, faded insignias. Droids moved among these stacks, their mechanical arms busy sorting and moving items. A few personnel in heavy jackets and gloves conducted checks and communicated over their comms, their breath visible in the cold air.
In the corners and along the edges of the bay, figures loitered in the shadows. Some were clearly workers on a break, while others had a more watchful, calculating demeanor—potentially informants or affiliates of the Dusate Pirates. These individuals kept a close eye on the comings and goings within the bay, their expressions guarded.
The atmosphere was tense, with an underlying current of unease. The presence of the Dusate Pirates was a known factor, casting a shadow over the activities in the bay. The constant flow of people and goods made it a prime location for both legitimate and illicit dealings.
Outside the bay, the landscape of Nivek stretched out in a frozen expanse. The jagged peaks of the surrounding mountains loomed under a gray, overcast sky, their slopes dusted with snow. The cold air seeped into the bay every time the large doors opened, carrying with it the scent of frost and the sound of the wind howling through the valleys.
This setting provided a stark, harsh environment for any who arrived, offering both the cover and the challenges typical of a frontier outpost. It was a place where information and deals could be found, but also where one had to tread carefully, especially with the ever-present threat of pirate activity lurking just below the surface.
Dice Thorne