The Treasure within the Roon: Open to All

[Leea Pandac]

Normally Leea had a pretty firm understanding of the size of a planet. Usually she was a little more conservative in her planning, after all even the best of runners could not travel across the entirety of a planet without a single stop. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could, there was no way she would be able to cover the entire planet. She was only one person, but it seemed that many others had managed to arrive as well. She was right, many had heard the calling.

She exited the hangar and moved with the tide of people to the outside. The Mirialan certainly stood out when compared to the other visitors, it might attract the attention of others searching for this Gray. However, once outside she opened her comm and set it to the frequency she had begun using often with a certain person.

"Sy here, I'm out at the moment. If you need to contact me, leave a message."

"Bugger," Pandac waited for the quiet beep, which had been switched out for a blaster sound, and then continued, "Sy, its Pandac. I don't know if I missed anything on the message that you might have caught. Also, can you send me a map. The one I have is either outdated or false." The terminal she was looking at showed a map that previewed a very different location. A tourist picture maybe, but certainly unhelpful.

Shrugging, she moved into the edges of a crowd of what appeared to be tourists looking for a cantina or something. The person at the head seemed to know where to go. So Leea began slowly moving forward to try and ask him about any nearby criminal locations. There were probably many, given what she had read before coming. She tried to stay near the edge of the group, already having received several nervous glances from the people traveling together. Yet at the same time she had chosen the worse of two sides to be on, there was a steady flow of people heading in the opposite direction making her progress slow.

It was incredibly claustrophobic and Pandac was reminded of why she loved the open country. So much easier to run when there was no one to stop you. Even if the ground was rough it was so much more freeing. The group took a turn to the left down another street and she followed as best she could. It was then that the Mirialan noticed that parts of the group were breaking off as they walked near hotels. There was only about a dozen people in the group now and Pandac found it easier to follow them. She hoped to get to speak to the pathfinder once they stopped off wherever they were heading.

However, things starting getting suspicious as the group headed into a more shabby part of the city. When the leader led the group down an alley Pandac stopped at the entrance and undid the lock on her knife. She followed more warily now, and when the leader stopped near a side entrance to some small casino or something she halted still a few meters back.

The brutes came out of nowhere, as if they had been shadows mere seconds ago. Blasters were raised and some of the tourists shrieked. Pandac pulled out her knife and was about to run to attack the closest of the muggers when she felt a big hand on her shoulder and a blaster barrel dig into her back. A deep booming voice spoke into her ear, a sickening breath almost making her choke, "Now, now, don't be hasty. A lady like you shouldn't be running with knives."

Pandac tightened her grip on the knife and was preparing to spin and slash the brute on the hand. Before she could act however the hand left her shoulder and she was shoved forward with such force that her face scrapped the pavement. The smell of alcohol and vomit made her nauseous. Pandac tried to pick herself up, but was kicked forward again towards the group. this time she landed in a puddle that smelt even worse. A smaller, but all the more powerful hand grabbed a wad of her shirt and lifted her from the ground. She realized to late that her knife was gone and the rifle had been pulled from her back. The smaller hand was attached to some nearhuman whose grin displayed a row of sharpened teeth.

"She don't look like she's worth much. But it'll do."

The creature threw Pandac with the others, who were now on their knees. In front of the group a dead tourist lay with a two inch hole in his abdomen. An older woman was sobbing over the dying, if not already dead, man. Pandac looked up to count how many captors there were, but she only saw the great form of something like a Herglic or an equally massive creature, who shoved her head back down.

The rumbling sound of a gravsled grew ever louder as Pandac waited. She listened carefully to the conversation of her captors, the nearhuman was speaking on a comm and she could only hear one part of the conversation. "Bout a dozen, maybe couple more. Guide got 'em here. Told us where to look for more if we want."

"Yes. Had to shoot one of the guys as well. I'll burn 'em as usual."

"Got some pretties here, think they'll do nicely. Got a green one, don't think she's part of the party, but she's a looker."

"I'll do it on the way. We selling these ones? I like 'em."

"Okay. Yah, got it. See you later."

The being turned off the comm and looked to the captives with another evil grin. Pandac turned and looked to see a large covered grav sled hooked up to a small car. Without a word the big Herglic, Pandac didn't know what one looked like only had a partial explanation thanks to Sy, picked up two of the tourists and tossed them roughly into the back of the sled. The other gangsters began picking up tourists as well and in less than a minute the captives were all in the back. Two of the big brutes jumped in and pushed the people into two rows along wither side of the sled. The one seat at the 'front' was unoccupied. A tarp cover, split down the middle, was unrolled over the back so that none could see out or in easily.

Pandac pushed herself to a sitting position and was given a glaring look from the nearest gang member. A gust of wind pushed the tarp off the sled and she was given a full view of the nearhuman pushing the dead bodies of the tourist and who she guessed was the guide into a trash heap, putting a pistol in the guide's hand and a blaster in the tourist's. He pulled out what Pandac assumed to be a incendiary grenade of some sort, based on what she had heard earlier.

At that moment the door to the casino opened and a man took a step out with a cigarette in his mouth and a bag in his hands. He stopped as soon as he saw the dead bodies and stood stock still. One of the tourists screeched as loud as she could, but a blow to the head from one of the brutes left her unconscious. The nearhuman glanced at the man and pointed back indoors. Silently the man quickly jumped back into the casino and slammed the door shut. With a brief laugh the nearhuman pushed a button on the grenade and pulled a lever and walked casually to the sled and hopped in, stepping to the 'front' of the sled where the sole seat became his. The tarp was pulled back into place and Pandac caught one final glimpse of the two dead bodies before the thick black material covered her view. An explosion soon thereafter heralded a new wave of tears from the various tourists, both men and women were terrified beyond belief.

The sled began moving and Pandac turned to look at the brutes. They were armed fairly well, but definitely not soldiers. She knew that she couldn't beat one, not without some significant advantage. The brute nearest to her looked down at her and, noticing her stare, punched the side of her head. The blow left her ear wringing and she almost felt consciousness slipping. The tourist next to Pandac, a young man in a dress suit held her for a moment, staring down at the alien's head. He gasped when he saw the blood beginning to drip from somewhere in her hair. Pandac barely noticed the wound as she tried to push herself back into a sitting position. The gentleman helped and propped her up against his shoulder.

Pandac heard the all too familiar voice of the nearhuman, "Watch it! Need 'em awake for this part."

It then spoke out to the captives, "Now here is a basket. I want everything you got in there. Don't care if it is your grannie's ring or a datapad. All of it. We'll be going through your clothes when we stop and if any of ya were holding out you'll regret it."

The small basket was passed down Pandac's line first. When it got to the end, Leea dropped the few remaining credits she had in the pouch and some of the tools she carried with her. Finally she lifted the comm out and slid it onto the pile of valuable things. She had switched it on and left it transmitting. On an open frequency anybody might hear it. Whether or not they thought it was real was another matter altogether. Pandac only knew that the situation was bad and outside help might be good. She had no idea where she was or where she was going. No weapons, no contact, no one knew she was here except Sy. He didn't know how long it would be until she returned for the next lesson so she couldn't count on him sending someone. This was a bad situation.

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Relina Zhan]

@Ra'a'mah [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

The Hapan spy mission had commenced and as the Spy ship and his excorts made their final approach, their course took them through the debris field, which helped the further mask their approach. Onboard the Shadowsprite, a group of six of Her Majesty's Select Commandos with two M.I. 8 Operatives in command of the squad, or "lance" in Royal Navy order of battle, were preparing themselves for a hard drop via orbital insertion. Their mission would be to survey the area for the source of the transmission and to chart the area for the Navy's benefit, should it be warranted.

Relina had orders in her pre-flight briefing to fly escort duty, and to engage to kill should the operatives' ship be detected and threatened. Rather boring, frankly. Relina kept her formation tight and unwavering, her squadron's discipline evident in how they practically flew in unison around tumbling boulders of rock, metal, and ice. So far, the flight alone was the highlight of the mission.

"It's time. Commence operation!" announced the M.I. 8 Commander over internal comms; radio silence was still in effect. "The Brass wants to know what is down there and we are going to deliver. This place has a harsh environment and a reputation for being a treasure world. 'Cipher', take First Lance, hard drop, no fancy manoeuvres. Meteor showers are a common occurrence here, so your orbital insertion shouldn't be seen as unusual providing you act like meteorites."

The soldiers and their commanders strapped themselves into their drop pods, set their weapons into secure docks, and double checked their specialised armour systems. The operatives, who were trained assassins and spies, were all former Marines themselves. The leader of the away team, known by her codename, Cipher, was a cybernetically enhanced operative of the Retrieval and Acquisitions department of the Royal Office of Naval Intelligence, M.I. 8's Military sister organisation. She sealed her pod, after the others in her lance had. as the pods were drawn back into their launch bays.

".. But take heed: Once you leave the ship, you're on your own."

"Acknowledged." Was cipher's only reply.

"Over the insertion point in 5... 4... 3... 2...1.... Launch drop pods!" the pilot said, hitting the pod bay launch switch.

Eight one-person drop pods were released from the Shadowsprite's launch bay over the planet's day-night terminator near the the outskirts of an area that according to surveillance data, appeared to be populated. The lifeforms readings were faint and their concentration inconclusive, but the readings were of interest. The pods would soon enter the atmosphere, the ablative outer hull heating up like a meteorite with none of the occupants touching any of their manoeuvreing controls. Hopefully, no one would notice their insertion with radio silence and taking advantage of the environment.

Relina would silently give them a salute as their IFF tags faded gradually from her sensors' range. The pods' trajectory was putting them near the Mines.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

It made sense to start out where people lived, Preliat mused as he glided through the residential district. He stood heads and shoulders above most of the ill-fed, out of shape people of Roon. They looked up at him as he passed, his white and blue coat causing as much of a stir as his dark skin and mahogany eyes. He was an anomaly in the baseline, something the local would-be-gangsters took note of. Something Preliat had counted on, as he lumbered down the streets. He turned a corner, heading into an alley between two apartment buildings.

Preliat was a brute. And as such, subterfuge, sleight of hand and generally being nice weren't his strongsuit. He was being tailed, by what he learned through hushed whispers were the Roon Rats. A pitiful name for a pitiful group of people. He curled his fists, and donned the hood of his white coat. He stopped, and pretended to tie his boot. He counted four of them. Four Roon Rats were swooping on Preliat, trying to figure out why the Wolf had come to Roon. Preliat grit his teeth and stood tall when they came near, his ruse having worked. They thought him distracted. They thought him unaware. They were wrong. Very, very, wrong.

Preliat turned and grabbed the first Rat he could, by the collar. With a heft from his mighty physique, the Rat went flying. Another caught a Beskar leg to the chest. It sent him flying against the wall, cracking the wall on impact. Preliat turned and grasped another by the throat, crushing his windpipe in a singular movement. Preliat reached out and grabbed the last, a Rodian. Of all the species and enemies Preliat had encountered, Rodians were the most he truthfully enjoyed killing. The man was also light enough to be manipulated with one arm.

Preliat didn't exactly hold him up in the air by one hand, but he was damn close. The man didn't even have time to pull out his stun baton, much like his compatriots. The man against the wall was groaning and alive, the only one to make the dance with the reaper was the one who had the unfortunate instance to be grabbed in the neck. Preliat noted the man he threw was on the ground, either knocked out, or dead. It didn't matter to him. The Rodian in his hand began to squirm and curse at him.

"I'm looking for someone."

Preliat tightened his grip on the Rodian's throat. In the dark alley where he was, the Rodian had no real friends. No hope. Nothing but him and the Wolf. He tightened his grip.

"You're going to help me find him."

The Rodian's communicator bleeped with an open message. It wasn't exactly clear, but it gave off a distinct thing- a location. He crushed the Rodian's neck in his hands, and dropped him to the floor, choking and convulsing. Preliat sneered as he walked out of the alley. It was about two blocks away, maybe three. Preliat lumbered, walking head-down towards the location that the blip came from. If anything, it was a lead- or a possible new target for him to pursue. What he came upon, however- was another gruesome thing. Burning. An explosion. And a sled, with the assailant who tossed the grenade climbing inside. To say that Preliat became enraged was an understatement. He became a whirlwind of rage, tunnel vision focused solely on the removal of the people who were causing needless destruction and harm.

Force knew that the galaxy didn't need much more of that.

Preliat took off into a sprint, barely catching up to the sled. It couldn't go that fast- due to the density of the streets and the traffic it was in. He guessed the important thing was in the back, but all he knew was the man who threw the device. If someone had something to do with [member="Gray Raxis"]' disappearance, it would be the people throwing grenades and hauling around cargo. Preliat was a fast man normally, but was even faster when unimpeded by his armor. The sled shook violently as Preliat jumped onto the side of the sled, forcing the sled to rock to one side violently, then jerk back to it's position. The near human inside opened the tarp partially to observe what hit, or what they had hit that caused the disturbance. To the people in the back of the sled, he was grabbed by a hand that came from nowhere. Preliat lifted himself inside the back of the sled, just as the car it was attached to began to pick up movement.

He looked around at the terrified tourists, mostly nearhuman like himself. He reached up and slammed the man that threw the grenade up against the carriage, and then kneed him in the face with his Beskar leg. The man's face had a disagreement with the beskar, resulting in a fracturing of both their relationship, and his bones. Preliat let him fall to the ground, barely alive and conscious. Preliat grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up to his knees. Drawing his beskar knife, Preliat crouched down and showed him the knife. He probably didn't have time to comprehend as Preliat shoved it through his eyelid. He let the man fall limp off his knife, and pulled his hood down, staring at the tourists, and ultimately [member="Leea Pandac"]. Preliat had walked into a lion's den of trouble- but for Preliat Mantis, these men were not as much of a threat as they were to tourists and pilots.

Preliat said nothing, standing in the gravsled, waiting for whatever happened next. All he needed to remember was to keep one alive.





[member="Relina Zhan"]

 

[Leea Pandac]

The basket moved around until the rows were finished and the near human was once more in possession of it. The being perused the contents of the metal weave basket before procuring the comm that Leea had put in. Seeing it on he frowned before tossing it out the tarp. The vehicle moved out of the alley just as the comm fell. The near human sneered as he spoke, "Whose was that hmm? One of ya trying to get help. Got news for ya, you're ours now. Now which one of ya put that there?"

Pandac stayed silent, but the woman across from her was quick to point out who did it. Snapping his fingers the near human walked in front of Leea. "Ah, our little feisty roonstone. You'll serve a good lesson to these cowards." Pulling a pistol from his belt he aimed at Leea and was only a moment from pulling the trigger before someone else spoke up.

"It was me." The man propping Leea up was quick to step in and take the blame.

The near human's grin turned into a sneer as he pulled the blaster away from Pandac, holding it up he turned to the human. He thought for a single moment before saying, "Gallant eh? Thinking to save the pretty one's life? Well you'll do just as well." There was no time to react as the gangster took aim and fired in one smooth motion. The man convulsed next to Leea, some of his blood turning to a red mist that clung to her hair and garments. Two of the now less than a dozen tourists screamed again, this time simply in shock. Holstering the weapon with a look of finality, the near human knocked on the car in front of the sled. It slowed with the traffic and two brutes moved quickly to collect the body and remove it. They disappeared down another alley, not doubt to prepare some cover for the dead man.

Pandac collapsed to the floor, but began bracing herself as she pushed back into a sitting position. She had just begun to settle back and was trying to stop the throbbing in her head when the entire sled shook, violently. The suddenness caused everyone to jolt and the Mirialan's hand slipped on some of the blood on the floor and she fell back into a laying position. Some of the people slid across the small floorspace and created a small jumble of bodies as each fought to right themselves.

The near human grinned for a moment upon seeing the scrambling people before stepping to check what had happened. He did not appear to care about the captives, as he stepped on several hands or bodies as he went. Giving Leea a look he kicked her feet aside as he knelt slightly to open the tarp as little as possible. Which was when Pandac got a real shock. As if from some invisible force the near human was thrown back as another person pulled himself in.

The vehicle began to speed up as an opening in the traffic allowed them to continue to whatever destination they had planned. The near human spat on the tourists, who had mostly gotten themselves untangled by this point and were shrinking away from the intimidating figure. What little attention Leea could spare she put into picking herself off the floor and leaning more heavily on the grav sled's side. By the time she was sitting upright the near human was on the floor and the stranger was stabbing him through the eye. A quiet squeak escaped one of the offworlders, but for the most part they had all become listless as their bodies and minds went into shock from the situation.

When the man stood and pulled his hood down, Pandac felt that she should be ready for another slaughter. After all this could just be another gangster stealing slave workers. Forcing herself to push through the pain, the Mirialan brought her feet under her and using the sled to side keep herself stable she stood, wobbling a bit from the car's motion. Looking defiantly she questioned, "What brought you here? Rescue or *cough* change in manag- *cough* -ment?" She was then racked by several more coughs that almost doubled her over, she tottered perilously for a moment before catching back onto the side of the sled. Fire burned in her eyes. She did not plan on backing down, though truthfully it was not as if she could resist. So much for the plan of rescuing someone. She was in a worse position than anything she could have anticipated. Caught between a killer and some unknown, unpleasant fate.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat looked at the terrified occupants in a very...passive manner. He stared at the woman who spoke up, and turned his back to face the front of the sled, sweeping for anymore targets. The car must have been unaware of the Wolf's entrance. He turned and stared back at the woman who spoke up. She did not appear to be with the rest of the tourists. The sled bounced around to and fro, but Preliat somehow managed to keep his balance, for the most part. He could barely stand in the sled. It wasn't built for men his size. He lumbered over to stand near the woman who spoke up. He gently set her upright on the side of the sled, and crouched to be eye level with the green skinned woman.

He could not make out the species in the dim light of the sled. Preliat had a gentle touch when he wanted to. And had a soft voice, even for a man of his size. In the dim light of the sled, the most striking feature about Preliat was the prominent scar on his cheek and the rich mahogany of his eyes.

"I'm searching for someone. I thought you all could use the help too."

He turned and eyed the near-human on the ground, who was still really dead. Tends to happen when one was stabbed in the eye. Preliat rotated the knife in his hand back to the sheath attached to his wrist. He didn't want to scare the people on the sled anymore. Besides the six-and-a-half-foot Epicant man slicing and dicing their captor with a knife, and crushgaunt-adorned hands man-handling the green skinned woman, he didn't want to scare them more than they already were. Preliat ran a hand through his hair, pulling back the braid that hung over his left ear. The passengers couldn't see the strands from the threads of Aditya and Yasha's cloaks in them.

His hand rested on his knees as he crouched in front of [member="Leea Pandac"], more or less relaxed, even given the situation. Then again, Preliat had been through worse.

 

[Leea Pandac]

Pandac nearly slipped again and as the strange creature moved towards her she felt as if she should lash out quickly. However, her first impulse proved needless, at that point. For [member="Preliat Mantis"] helped prop her up against the side more sturdily. When he bent down to stare into her eyes at her own level, Leea felt intimidated. A large being with obvious strength and who had just moments ago displayed a ruthlessness that was common among people she tended to come into conflict with. She hesitated though and allowed herself to relax as he spoke.

His voice was more appealing than that of the one who had just perished. Perhaps he was telling the truth and they were in safer hands now. However a part of her still felt hesitant. Just minutes ago she had assumed that the man leading the party of offworlders was a safe person. As it turned out that had been a false assumption and one that had cost her dearly.

She had a realization, he was here to save someone. Not here at this moment but on this planet. While certainly this planet probably needed many rescuers, as was evidenced by the mere fact that she and he had met, it was very likely that he had come for the same reason she had. A message across broadband, allowing anyone to hear it. "You're here to save... Gray? I came here too. Thought that I could find him, didn't realize just how bad it got."

The Mirialan was struck by another thought, perhaps the nearhuman had her knife, or at least something she could use to defend herself. "Do you know anything about Gray? Who or where he is?" She asked as she moved along the wall, away from the man. She was still greatfull and trusting, but it was still disconcerting to be between him and a piece of metal, given the earlier display. She groaned and her hand raised to the side of her head as the throbbing came back. Whatever her body had been doing to kill the pain before, it was fading fast. Another step and she wobbled, losing balance.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"His name is Gray Raxis. He is a Mandalorian. Like me."

It was believable that Preliat was a Mandalorian, given his impressive display of violence. He didn't blame the woman for recoiling like she did. However, what was notable was that Preliat was not wearing his armor- nor anything that identified him as a Mandalorian. Not many Mandalorians would forsake their identity so willingly, especially nowadays. Preliat rose and faced the rest of the passengers. They were reasonably grateful, if not terrified. The car then stopped. Apparently, something was supposed to happen with the man on the floor and the people in the car.

"Stay here."

Preliat narrowed his eyes and pulled a finger to his lips. He disappeared out of the flap when the car stopped moving. There was the sound of a struggle, before an unholy demon-esque sound reverberated throughout the sled's compartment. It was Preliat's war cry. People weren't supposed to make that sound. Preliat however, wasn't exactly one hundred a person anymore. He was an animal, a savage- henceforth his namesake, the Wolf of Manda'yaim.

Preliat began the fight by breaking the spine of one of the gang members. They were well-armed, but superior training beat superior firepower any day of the week. Preliat had both training and experience. The man's spine broke like a plastic pipe- especially given that Preliat bent him over his Beskar knee. The large beast, which the woman inside was correct to assume was a Herglic- was the most challenging. Preliat drove his shin across the Herglic's knee, and caught it's neck with his Ori'ramikad knife. He twisted the blade, gushing blood all over the street. The beast had a lot of blood to leak. Preliat followed through by using his crushgaunts to pound in the soft flesh at the top of his skull.

The fight ended quickly, and a thud against the side of the sled marked the end of the fight. One of the thugs had enough time to go for his gun. Preliat kicked him against the sled. He grabbed him by the throat, dragging him up against the sled and pinning him against the metal of the gravsled. He stared him in the eyes while he choked him to death. He let him drop with a heavy thud. Preliat tore the tarp off the gravsled, staring at the collection of people in the back.

He pointed at the Miralan while the tourists got the hell out of dodge. The giant Epicant in the coat, or the thugs with the guns- their vacation was more or less ruined in a matter of minutes.

"You. I need help with finding Raxis and you want to find him. I would kindly request your help."

[member="Leea Pandac"]

 

[Leea Pandac]

Raxis, that was right. [member="Gray Raxis"]. A mandalorian too. Pandac thought to herself as she caught her balance, "That must mean he is in real trouble. Mandos are tough buggers." Leea managed to bend back down and get on all fours just before the sled stopped, so the jolt did not make her fall over. She continued like that the last little bit to the body of the dead man. She began patting down his pockets and extracted the comm before searching for a weapon. She found the blaster pistol he had used earlier, but threw that aside. She wouldn't even waste the time trying to figure out the weapon any time soon. She searched for a knife or some similar weapon and was disappointed to find that her knife was not on him.

The fighting outside began with a blood curdling cry. The gangsters did not stand a chance in Pandac's mind. From the short experience she had seen before in the sled she doubted that it would take simple weapons to take down the beastly creature. Instead of focusing on the fighting Pandac began searching the body once more. This time she was searching for something to ease her pain. This man had been a gang member of some sort which meant that likely he some sort of spice on him, for that little pick-me-up that such a stressful job no doubt required. At a deep grunt from outside she discovered a small container, obviously what she was searching for. Pulling a pill from the container she popped it in her mouth and swallowed.

Picking up the comm again a thud outside spoke of perhaps another death. The pain was beginning to dissipate and Pandac could begin to focus on adjusting the frequency of the comm to that of Sy. A small image appeared on the screen, it looked like some kind of angry rancor with the letters RR beneath the beast. A moment later she connected with Sy's computer and she heard his voice, "Sy here, what do the Rancor Rousers want with me tod- Hey Pandac is that you? Are you alright, you look horrible."

Feeling a slight giddiness building up, probably a side effect, or main effect depending on how you looked at it, of the spice she had taken. She laughed faintly as she responded, "Thanks. Ran into a little trouble."

"Just a little?"

"Its a story for when I get back. I've met someone who apparently knows more about this Gray Raxis. He's a mandalorian according to this guy."

Sy sat back from the terminal and scratched his chin for a moment while saying, "A mando'a huh? Not surprised, those guys get into all sorts of trouble. Can't go a week without hearing about some Mando getting in over his head."

"Sy, I took some injuries and lost the rifle. My knife is missing as well."

"Alright, just keep calm. Take whatever weapons you feel comfortable with. Remember a weapon you can't use is worse than no weapon at all. You're with someone, keep safe and if they can handle themselves then just follow their lead."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Sy out."

The comm shut off and Pandac pushed it into her pocket as the tarp was torn from its place. Looking out in the bright light of what appeared to be some sort of warehouse. The great person on the outside was staring in. He didn't appear fazed at all, which was unsurprising to Pandac knowing that he was a mandalorian. While the others raced to quickly leave, the Mirialan moved to check the basket. However she found it empty. After all that had happened to these people one or more still managed to rob her. But then again it could have been a mistake. There was no way to tell and she hardly cared anymore. Everything would figure itself out in the end. Perhaps it was the spice, but she felt that it would be alright.

That fuzzy feeling disappeared when [member="Preliat Mantis"] asked, more ordered, for her help. She was grateful for his timely rescue and was more than happy to help search for the Raxis. Coming to the edge of the sled she slid her legs down and pushed herself to a standing position on the ground. "Alright if you think I can help. I don't know anything about him though except what you told me. Whatever you need I can give it a shot."

Pandac stepped towards the dead bodies, not caring about the damage and blood anymore. She was looking for her rifle and her knife, preferably in reverse order. As much as a gun would be helpful, her knife was important. A dagger wouldn't be bad either, but she was concerned with finding her own possessions first. It took a minute or two before she discovered the rifle was next to the Herglic and her knife had somehow managed to be lodged in the sled. She collected both and turned to Mantis ready for whatever he might have planned.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"My name is Preliat, by the way. Preliat Mantis."

He hoped she hadn't read too much on the Mandalorians- or heard stories about who he was and what he had done over the past 14 years. But she seemed ignorant to the finer details of them, or at least, apathetic. But why she was going after Raxis interested him to a degree. Maybe she thought there'd be a reward at the end. Maybe she was just looking for adventure.

Preliat kept the hood down- no need to be mysterious or broody. Or at least, more so than usual. He turned and began to walk, pacing around the outside of the warehouse. Whatever they were looking for- or whatever they could find, was probably within that warehouse. From his estimation and what he saw, the Rancors were better equipped than other gangs here, but then again, his knowledge was limited, and he wasn't planning on sticking around this miserable place to investigate every single street gang he found. He was looking for weaknesses in the warehouse, or an indication of where they currently were- and what this place was. His hand glided along the wall, skidding the wall with his fingerprints, leaving an indention in the cheaper brick and metal of the building. It made it seem as though an animal had scraped along the side of the warehouse.

In truth, there was.

Preliat stopped when another Thug came near, a blaster held in his hands. They were professional enough to post sentries. It was unfortunate however, that the Sentry found himself in the path of Preliat and his newfound Mirilan friend. The sentry turned to face the pair, but Preliat was faster than he was, and the Twi'lek was swiftly met with a knife thrown to the neck. It had been a while since Preliat threw a knife. It had less weight than his axe and it felt off-balance. It still found it's mark, however, right into his neck. Preliat calmly dragged the Twi'leks body and leaned it against the wall. He tucked the blaster pistol he was carrying into one of the holsters on his waist. He began to frisk the Twi'lek, finding a communicator, similar to the one that Pandac found earlier. He began to scroll through it, trying to find something inside of note or use, or a new lead. Scum like this usually were interconnected somehow. And a Mandalorian of [member="Gray Raxis"]' caliber being captured wouldn't go unnoticed on the criminal radar.

"And who are you, miss?"

Say what you wanted about Preliat, he had etiquette and eloquence of words down pat.

[member="Leea Pandac"]

 

[Leea Pandac]

Pandac barely got to hear the name before the man was looking around the warehouse. Usually she would have responded in like kind, some form of greetings. But maybe it was the spice, or perhaps the shock from before. She remained silent for a few moments. Following the man's gaze she looked around the warehouse. From her own experience with military warehouses she guessed that this was indeed not one. It looked old and shabby and lacked the strong style that many militaries went for. Further she realized that it appeared to have been doubled into some sort of transfer area, or something like that. There were pens along one part of the building, too tall to be for small animals. Between the cage size and the about human sized remains within, the Mirialan deduced that it had been sentient trafficking. What was more interesting than their use was the fact that there were no live sentients inside any of the cages. The dead bodies that were in the cages had been so for at least a week if not longer.

"Why have cages if you aren't going to use them. Maybe it was a slow time." She thought to herself as she continued to look around.

There was another large entrance to the building, Leea guessed it was for other sleds, maybe carrying more people or supplies. Perhaps this building was used as bulk sale version of the slavery sales of old. Whatever the building's purpose, she was not too surprised that it had guards. Unfortunately for them it appeared her new buddy was far more dangerous than they were.

Then he did what Pandac had done to her captor. Searching for something of import. He pulled the comm and began searching it. Pandac would have readily admitted that she didn't search the comm all to well, instead having focused on simply contacting someone she trusted. However it would have turned out of little import. The comms appeared to be of the sort handed to grunts, only connected to each other and a higher official. Of course the comm itself didn't differentiate between those that were fellows and those that were superiors, it just had a list of names and frequencies. The pockets of the Twi'lek would turn out to also contain a cylinder, with several holes in it. It was probably for the cage or perhaps the car. There was nothing to indicate that there had been some great capture or that a person of note was within their grasp.

Then [member="Preliat Mantis"] asked what her name was and Leea started. The spice was definitely messing with her, but it wasn't anything that a good detox in a hospital wouldn't fix. At least she wasn't addicted.... or so she thought. It was hard to tell at this stage. Perhaps later she would be able to discern her condition. The cuts and bruises didn't effect her while she was mostly deadened to pain after all.

She responded with what she could manage of a bow, "Leea, Leea Pandac Mr. Mantis. Scout, or at least I was. Nowadays I tend to do land surveys or exploration." She walked to get closer to Preliat, just in case something happened she would be somewhere safe rather than separated. In the distance a blaster shot was heard, just a single shot possibly some thug shooting a victim, or a misfire from one of the few police officers. Pandac didn't know and it was so quiet it barely registered in her addled brain. She was more focused on making sure the immediate surroundings were safe, and conversing with what she figured to be some sort of monster gentleman. The normalcy of conversation, even brief as it was, helped overcome the extreme unpleasantness of her earlier experience.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat pocketed the cylindrical object. He wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't something without note. He began to scroll absently through the communicator, finding nothing that would point him in terms of the address book of whom was in charge. Criminals rarely put 'MY BOSS' or 'SUPERIOR THUG TO ME' in their address book. However, he checked the recent communications, and found that this particular thug had a string of calls to one particular individual named Maro. Maro seemed to be in charge of him, based on their exchanges that Preliat was inclined to breeze through. Told him where to go. Where to meet. Where to pick up things. Whoever Preliat inserted knife into neck to, wasn't exactly the bottom queen on the ladder, but not high up. From the exchanges, it seemed somewhat...cordial.

He turned his head to his new compatriot. He knew the symptoms of spice. Being a drugged out sports star at one point in his life, he knew the signs. Couldn't blame her for taking a hit. But he wasn't going to be dragging around a junkie. Hopefully she just needed it due to the fact she was almost kidnapped and sold into force knew what. Preliat sneered at the dead Thug and stood, examining the warehouse and it's contents.

He snapped his head to the blaster shot. Not towards him, or around him. Just a bad neighborhood. Preliat looked at the cages. Long dead corpses. Empty shells where life once stood. Robbed by men weaker than dirt. Only empowered by guns and money. No strength. No honor. More pertinent to Preliat and the scout however, was the fact that Raxis not in the vicinity- or nor was he in the gang's possession. Or at least, here. He held the cylindrical object out to the woman.

"Search the inside of the car. I'm gonna take a look inside the warehouse. Stay low and scream my name if anyone comes close. If they get too close- every creature in the galaxy doesn't like to get stabbed in the neck."

He made his way to the gravsled entrance. The large entrance made a quiet entrance quite possible. He rolled over the lip of the entrance, maintaining a low profile. There were a few guards- either this was a lightly guarded warehouse, or the rest of the hooligans were out and about. Or there weren't that many of said hooligans. Needless to say, the thugs in the warehouse didn't last too long against the onslaught of the Wolf.

From the view that Pandac could see from outside, it was a wild string of blaster shots, and curses. And then, a near-human, similar to the one from earlier with the sharpened teeth. Preliat threw him off the ledge of the gravsled entrance. Preliat had a cut on his eyebrow, but looked otherwise, no worse for wear. Preliat stepped on the man's chest, and glanced over at Pandac, observing her for a moment. He put a light amount of pressure on his chest- light enough to make him stop breathing for a few moments.

"My friend and I have some questions for you."

Preliat was a gentlemen- but he was also one of the galaxy's most brutal savages as well. He put some more pressure on his chest, waiting for the scout to get back from searching the car. The nearhuman was too terrified of the man who slaughtered his friends inside single-handedly. Friends might have been a stretch. Preliat assumed that most gangs were made up of friends. He wasn't sure. He had only brothers in the Mandalorians, and comrades in the First Order. Preliat patiently waited for the scout to finish before he began his interrogation. Besides, she seemed to be a bit more investigative than he was. Perhaps she could ask the questions and he could do the beating. After all, good cop/bad cop worked. Or good cop/marauding savage.

[member="Leea Pandac"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Allies/family - [member="Gray Raxis"] Ξ [member="Stardust Raxis"] Ξ [member="Ra'a'mah"] Ξ [member="Ardgal Raxis"]
Potential threats/unknowns - [member="Leea Pandac"] Ξ [member="Preliat Mantis"] Ξ [member="Relina Zhan"] Ξ [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] Ξ [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Ooc: please tag everyone involved in the thread [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Leea Pandac"]

Cynthia turnt to look at Ra as the woman held her hand out and she did to. "It's a pleasure, I'm Cynthia." She in a welcoming voice. She turns to look at star once more and switched on the echolocation, life forum scanner, radar and motien sensors. She'd match the voice from the recording so the instruments in her helmet would icolate gray if he spoke. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum Star. Now let's get gray."

The girl began a fast pace walk. "Okay guide us in star. If you can reach him using the force thing then get him to talk. If he's in a hundred meters I can pinpoint is exact location. Everything I have that can track him is on." She said trying to think of some sort of plan. "I'll hit the roof tops so keep your com's open at all times okay." Cynthia aimed her wrist up at the closest building as a long cable shot out then dragged her up towards the ledge. As she got close a small burst of the jetpack would let out to help her land on top.

As she began to run the girl swapped out her shotgun with the sniper and took a firm hold. This place was riddled with criminals and scum of all kind. There could even be other manda and dar'manda here. Right now her mind and emotions was fixated on one person. Any who stood in her way would rue the day they did. That brought her to the other thing. Ardgal's claim. "Ardgal, you there?" She asked as she ran. "Gar vod. I do not however recognize you as my alor, or even the alor for clan Raxis. If you wish to prove your claims then after we've found gray, I challenge you. Until then, think you can keep others distracted? Find out who is looking because I'll be damned if someone gets to him first and takes him away again."

No doubt Star and Ra had heard Cynthia, but alor of raxis belonged to one person. He was the person who began this clan, who gave his life for it and faced judgment by manda'lor. As far as Cynthia was concerned Argdal tried to claim the title as gray wasn't here to be challenged, but gray is alive. So Argdal's claims are false.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Allies/family - [member="Gray Raxis"] Ξ [member="Cynthia Raxis"] Ξ @Ra'a'mah Ξ [member="Ardgal Raxis"]
Potential threats/unknowns - [member="Leea Pandac"] Ξ [member="Preliat Mantis"] Ξ [member="Relina Zhan"] Ξ [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] Ξ

Stardust have a smile at the two meeting before she had ran, she heard Cynthia speak as she sorta slower processing the words for a second before she smiled big under her helmet and spoke back

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cynthia...may the force be with us

She stopped for a moment and pressed to a wall...lotta guys with guns walking around this place definitly wasn't right. She went to walk but ran into a guy. The man stumbled a bit to try and get something out a warning perhaps but no one would know

Star quickly silenced him with her mouth and put a blaster to his head as she spoke quietly

im looking for a specific man, his name is gray raxis tall brown hair so you know where he's at?

She uncovered the man's mouth who spoke quickly, he didn't know the man or where he was explaining he was just a grunt...bit mentioned that slavers pulled in a large amount of people but didn't know where they went

thank you sorry gotta do this

She snapped his neck quickly before setting him down, meanwhile she heard Cynthia speak and frowned a bit. Bit knew it was true in a way as she opened a comm straight to Cynthia

Cynthia got some info, lotta slavers moving people got no location however could be half way across the world for all we care however let's try looking anywhere someone doesn't wanna be seen copy

She started in the shadows ago quiet, a dragon lurking around the city any in its path would vanquish

 

[Riamah]

Ra had a personal speeder on the ship and drove that out to pick up Cynthia and Stardust.

"Be easier than your feet and safer. Besides, it's got extra room and can take a couple more people. Though if things go the way we hope, there will only be one more along for the ride."

Adjusting something, she now had it arranged to pick up all local broadcasts and those sent to the Raxis clan.

Motioning for Stardust to take the seat next to her, she looked at the two women with her.

"I don't know what all that was about alor, but this man is important to many people it appears."

Driving away from the scene left by Stardust, she directed her gaze at her friend.

"What direction are we headed?"

[member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Allies/family - [member="Gray Raxis"] Ξ [member="Stardust Raxis"] Ξ [member="Ra'a'mah"] Ξ [member="Ardgal Raxis"]
Potential threats/unknowns - [member="Leea Pandac"] Ξ [member="Preliat Mantis"] Ξ [member="Relina Zhan"] Ξ [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]

Location: 10, 6
Map:

Spoiler

Cynthia's hand raised to the side of her helmet as she ran. "I'll see what I can uncover." She said pausing for a second as she leapt as the jet pack boosted her to the next building that was higher. "Surely there is some group around here that will have more information." Her feet touched down on the building. She was now on a seven storey building where she had decent view of the streets below. Some taller buildings how ever blocked her view a few blocks down.

The view was enough for now as she tracked peoples movement with the built in electobinoculars. Her eyes would focus on groups of people rather than individual. Gangs normally stayed in groups of three and above. She didn't know the territory borders here so it could be a pot shot. Hell she didn't know what gangs thrived here. It was obvious the black suns didn't operate here directly but it didn't mean they had ties here.

Her eyes focused onto a group crowding around two women. Some kind of exchange out in the open. Cynthia could only guess it was drugs been dealt. The people must be low on the chain but she kept her eyes on them hoping they'd lead her to a safe house of some kind. It was a potential lead she could follow. Keeping to the rooftops she began to pursue the people who seemed to be getting into a speeder. As it took off Cynthia powered the jet pack to full to keep on their tail at a distance.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Allies/family - [member="Gray Raxis"] Ξ [member="Cynthia Raxis"] Ξ @Ra'a'mah Ξ [member="Ardgal Raxis"]
Potential threats/unknowns - [member="Leea Pandac"] Ξ [member="Preliat Mantis"] Ξ [member="Relina Zhan"] Ξ [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]
Location-hyperspace 10, 7 heading to 6,6
thank you Cynthia me and ra will check out few clicks away stay safe

Stardust watched ra pull up as she jumped in and go comfy and spoke

Cynthia is checking here we are heading to the slavage yard...i have a feeling if they have any slaves they'll make it so it's a straight shot to there

She waited as they rode her foot tapped impatiently as she took a breath in deeply and closer her eyes, she reached out to grays feeling and sighed as she spoke telepathically hoping her words were heard

gray...we are here...gray give me something anything to give me a clue where you are....we are searching right now just give us something

She hoped her wordscame thriugh, tears fell out as she looked and frowned as she had doubt they wpuld be heard as she had spoke many times before....but then a small smile formed as hope swelled...

 

[Leea Pandac]

Allies - [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Unknowns - [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]

The man, whose species she did not recognize, seemed to be more concerned about the blaster shot. At least for a moment. Pandac was definitely less knowledgeable about alien species, where she had grown up on Makeb it had been mainly very near humans. She had never really been a good study, proven by the fact that her brothers had been the academics and she had focused other aspects. Many aliens were strange to her, but she knew enough from experience to know that it often didn't matter what the person looked like, they tended to be very similar in thought.

The Mirialan accepted the cylinder and moved to the vehicle as suggested. The car was unlocked and she found the inside to be quite spacious, it had to have been to fit the brutish beings that had been in it. The interior was bland and aside from a comms unit attached to the front there appeared to be nothing special about it. A compartment underneath the seats revealed an extra pair of blasters. She pulled one out, as a last resort maybe it would be useful.

She moved to the front seats and looked over the panels. Dull and straightforward she felt around for another compartment, but to no avail. Taking the cylinder she tried to slide it into the slot near the controls. It slid in and the car thrummed to life. The comm unit on the dashboard activated and the face of an ugly looking creature began yelling, "What hell did you bring here! We're unable to keep u-"

Apparently it would seem that one of the guards outside was unaware of the situation and had tried to contact someone inside, maybe thinking to bring the brutes into the fray. Unfortunately for him there was no rescue coming. A gurgle broke off the end of his speech and Pandac continued to look over the front. It didn't look like it worked like a starship control scheme and was rather foreign to her. She pushed a few buttons experimentally and the hood of the car released along with the doors locking and unlocking. She stepped out of the vehicle, in time to witness some of the fighting before making her way to the point where the sled and the car were bound together. It was obviously not a professional job, the hitch was locked in place with some sort of wiring system to keep it in place, rather than the more simple magnetic structures she was used to.

With deft hands she took her knife and began severing the wires. It was quick work and she was able to pry the sled and car separate. It appeared to have been that way for some time, there was a lot of grease and exhaust on the cabling and by the time she had finished both her knife and hands were grimy. As she stood, she began to absentmindedly wipe the blade on her shirt before thinking and using the clothes of one of the guards.

Then another person was thrown into the room and for a moment Pandac tensed up, waiting for him to move. Instead Mantis walked in seemingly uninjured except for a minor cut. Sy had been right, mandos were tough, but then that was a fairly common agreement. She stepped closer to the two as the bigger man spoke. Normally she would have remained quiet and allowed others to do the questioning, but her patience had worn thin and she spoke soon after Preliat had finished. "Where is Gray Raxis? Where do you hold your prisoners?"

The near human spat, "Go to hell! You and you're beast." Pandac looked to Mantis.

A that moment, the comm inside the car began receiving again, this time a true human yelled across the system, "All men we have Swingers inbound. Sending more guards, but move the slaves out of there now!"

 

[Keyan Mastigar]

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Ever since the mercantile world of Manda joined the Empire and a hyperlane was established between Commenor and the trading hub, the Imperial Navy diverted several fleets and many more naval squadrons to patrol this new trade route, protect those passing along it, and obliterate any pirate scum caught raiding the lane itself or the nearby star systems. Vice Admiral Gromm Cardan and the rest of the 52nd Fleet was dispatched overlook the squadrons sent to Ukio and Rishi, now drifting lazily somewhere in deep space, transmitted orders and receiving reports from parts of the sector.

Brooding in front of the viewports on the bridge of the Recluse, Cardan turned when Commander Praxon walked up from behind. "Admiral, our instruments are detecting a high number of unique visitors to the Roon system. Bronze Anvil and the 94th squadrons confirm the same." Praxon relayed, aware of the seemingly obsolete information "This wouldn't be unusual, but a transmission on all frequencies came from Roon before these arrivals. Something about a 'Gray Raxis' being alive, our databases label his as a mandalorians and a suspected pirate."

The Epicanthix nodded "Interesting. Inform High Command that we are moving to investigate. Deploy the fleet." Admiral Cardan ordered, receiving a low bow from his subordinate and friend. Soon enough, the Imperials would make the jump to hyperspace, en route to check out the suspicious activity...

[member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat sneered and brought his crushgaunt down on the man's chest. With a slight amount of pressure, he broke three ribs.

"Be wary of your next choice of words. I will rend flesh from bone without remorse, creature."

He released the man, to a torrent of screams and grunts. Which, given what Preliat did to him, was warranted. He turned to look at the scout next to him, rising to his full height. The man wasn't going to give them anything truly pertinent. He snapped his head to the Miralan, and then looked back down at the thug on the ground. Preliat raised his foot and crushed the man's nose with a sickening crunch. He screamed in pain, getting the message that Preliat wasn't here to play nice with him.

Preliat had no patience for rapists and slavers. He considered them subhuman, and treated them as such. As often as he took life, he still appreciated the value of it. The little people humbled Preliat. Reminded him that goodness and honesty still were in the galaxy. He just had to find it to remind him of it. To say that the trip to Roon was as much of a way for Preliat to rescue a comrade as it was for him to find some redemption, was an understatement to say the least.

He rolled his shoulders and frisked the man. Same thing. A few vials, of what he assumed were spice. Without saying anything, he handed them to the green-skinned woman beside him. He understood addiction and wasn't about to make her go cold turkey in the middle of a very bad day. Preliat took his communicator, but found only a similar number of contacts, except this particular thug seemed to be treated poorly than the rest. He frowned and crushed it in his hands, before turning his head towards the car.

Swingers. Must have been another gang here.

"You must know something of importance. Something that'll prolong your life for a few more weeks, before someone else decides to kill you. Tell me where you're moving the slaves to."

At one point, Preliat had been a part of the Army of Light simply to combat the Sith's attempts at enslaving an entire system. They succeeded in their attempts at thwarting them from enslaving the poor humanoids in that desolate city. Preliat remembered mostly the sharp recoil from the sniper rifle, and ensuing brawl with a Sith afterwards. Preliat gained a distinct hatred for slavery after that. He narrowed his eyes at the thug and placed his beskar leg on the man's chest. With the broken ribs, it probably wasn't a good feeling.

"Sing like a caged bird and you'll live to complain about the pain I caused you."

[member="Leea Pandac"] l [member="Gromm Cardan"] l [member="Stardust Raxis"] l [member="Relina Zhan"] l [member="Cynthia Raxis"]

 

[Relina Zhan]

@Ra'a'mah [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Cipher's team fell through the atmosphere, blazing like real meteorites, which they were hoping to imitate. Much like the real thing, too, the heat of re-entry would dissipate and cool as their descent velocity was slowed suddenly by aerobrakes and retro-thrusters, slowing the pods from a suicidal hypersonic speed to just enough to velocity to leave a small impact crater. The hatches on the pods would blow and their living cargo would take up their weapons as they emerged to secure their position.

They landed in what appeared to be the outskirts of a mining facility. There was no indication for the moment that they were detected on any battle-nets the operatives had been trying to gain and maintain access to by the orbital surveillance team. "The actual meteor storms above seem to have masked our approach, as expected.... and they should also have the local battle-net in disarray. We have the element of surprise, for now." Cipher said, from her analysis of the present situation.

She would then lead the all-male Spec. Ops. team forward. "We're on the clock, boys. Engage active camouflage. Reveal yourselves only if we are engaged in combat." she added. The group would activate the optical camouflage system in their full-body armour suits that would distort their physical presence to the unaided eye. While it wasn't true invisibility, considering they could be seen through, albeit with a bit of a distortion of the background immediately behind them conforming without a defined outline to the shape of the armour suits, it was the next best thing to far more expensive cloaking devices that were by far harder to manufacture or to come by.

They would then advance toward the mining facility cautiously, minding their steps. This was an intelligence gathering mission, primarily. Combat, while likely and possible, wasn't the itinerary. A few files boosted from the facility's systems and signs of this Raxis fellow were what they were after.

Up above, things didn't seem any more interesting. Relina began thinking pirate patrol duty, when her squadron was periodically chosen to relive another, was much more exciting.