This little PINKIE ran all the way home

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree was looking down at the information recently passed to her. This place was in the outer rim far from here her adopted home. Long pink fingers swept across the datapad pushing the next page for her perusal. She did not always make decisions about whether to liberate slaves, that was usually done by the military.

Perhaps there was someone in the network that could look at these coordinates and assess this place. Could they go in rescue the people being held as slaves and bring them to safety. Could she find a place for all of them? The network grew each day names were not always exchanged, to know another's name meant that if caught and tortured they knew someone who could be hurt.

Each day that she stepped outside of the safety of the Palace she took on that risk, someone could figure it out, someone could sell her name for credits. Her disappearance would caught ripples but not the waves that it would take for the galaxy to notice.

Once again she would reach out for Jericho.

Dearest [member="Jericho"]
I am traveling from Nar Shaddaa to a point that I cannot tell you. I am breaking my word it seems when I promised to remain safe. While I am still the zeltron that you met that very first night, I have taken on a calling that well you can imagine. I miss you...Bree

Time to send another message out over the secure network

This is the engineer I'm looking for a ride to coordinates found here. Bree put the coordinates into the message Is there a conductor who can help me find a ride? Trip would need to be round trip and number of travelers would increase on the way back.

That did not sound all that cryptic but it was better than outright saying what she wanted.

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]​

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

Max had been in contact with a network of abolitionists since he founded the Anti-Centralist Party within the Alliance Senate. With one of the Party's stated goals being the end of slavery, it hadn't taken long for someone to clue him in on the terminology and practices of the group. They operated through friends of friends and certain areas of the holonet, mostly travel sites. If one knew what to look for it didn't take long to find someone requiring assistance in the quest for some poor souls freedom.

The newly appointed Director of Intelligence was shifting through a few of such ads when he discovered someone seeking a "conductor". Max typed back quickly "Yes, not an issue, fee negotiable." and sent the message along it's way. Of course no money was actually being exchanged, but the mention of it was normally enough to through off anyone watching for abolitionists. The beautiful organization of the AOSS allowed him to leave the helm for periods of time without the system going in on itself.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]​

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Bree was waiting and when the reply came she was able to respond quickly typing out, "excellent, can you pick up my location?" She wasn't sure who she was talking to and to disclose her location too soon could mean having the front door of the palace knocked down by people looking for the runaways.

It was a dangerous time when she had to travel, but there was no choice. This was one of those times and more lives were at stake, not just hers. She would pack lightly as if going away for the night, that she did often enough and it wouldn't raise any eyebrows. She held her breath for a moment, sometimes she needed to stop, think, and remember.

She was beginning to think she might need a body guard to be around all the time, but that would raise suspicions so..a little security around the palace might be better. She could support it by talking about all of the activity on the lower levels. She nodded, that's right. ok.

She looked down, had the conductor responded.