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this was taking longer than he had hopped. the traveling from system to system was rather annoying and the gathering of information was bothersome to say the least. it wasn’t difficult to find what he was looking for but rather just the effort was never desired to be expressed. then again if everything was easy where would the fun be in it.
once again Geir looked at his personal data-pad as he reviewed the information he had collected over the past couple of days. his target was the privateer known as simply “Mudrauder” even as the Sith agent read the alias the corsair went by for the umphteenth time he rolled his eyes. perhaps he thought it was fearsome and witty at the same time. Geir Ambros smiled at the thought of asking him personally as he stole from the pirate and his militia what they had stolen from others.
this wasn’t exactly a sanctioned mission by the sith nor did Geir particularly care. a few of Mud’s outfit were among the few survivors that had tried to betray his parents. now he would get some long overdue revenge as well as no small amount of loot from their stash. it also helped that nearly all of them had bounties on their heads. though the mixed blooded male was not particularly worried about the moral implications of taking another life, as far as he was concerned this organization had profited parasitically off of those less fortunate than themselves so he wouldn’t give a second thought about removing them from existence.
the ship the man flew in dropped out of hyper-space into the Circarpous major system. the only place of interest to him was Mimban, or rather what was in orbit. barely visible to the naked eye at the distance his ship was at was large cruiser but heavily modified. it looked like some celestial beast had taken half a dozen various ships and welded them haphazardly to create a patchwork of symbiotic station sections. paint-jobs and livery from various times and places of the galaxy were visible as he came closer to the hull and viewed it on a ship camera.
“finally caught up with you.” Geir said with a wry grin and turned to head to the back of his ship to prepare for what was to come.
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“Get those crates unpacked and into storage. Mud’s going to be pissed if the fruit goes bad like last time.” The quartermaster barked for the second time in the past hour. The crew of the freighter was feeling rather cocky after their most recent haul. They had raided a group of supply transports and among them was a shuttle for a planetary governor’s personal stock. But the quartermaster knew they still had work to do. The station they were on was almost equivalent to that of a space station and had been their base of operation for the past few years. The Mud Raiders as they had become known as had been very prosperous this past year and in the quartermaster’s opinion they were becoming soft maybe even sloppy.
“Sloppier than usual anyways.” He said to himself before leaving the open loading bay to give his report to the boss.
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( @Lav Savak )
once again Geir looked at his personal data-pad as he reviewed the information he had collected over the past couple of days. his target was the privateer known as simply “Mudrauder” even as the Sith agent read the alias the corsair went by for the umphteenth time he rolled his eyes. perhaps he thought it was fearsome and witty at the same time. Geir Ambros smiled at the thought of asking him personally as he stole from the pirate and his militia what they had stolen from others.
this wasn’t exactly a sanctioned mission by the sith nor did Geir particularly care. a few of Mud’s outfit were among the few survivors that had tried to betray his parents. now he would get some long overdue revenge as well as no small amount of loot from their stash. it also helped that nearly all of them had bounties on their heads. though the mixed blooded male was not particularly worried about the moral implications of taking another life, as far as he was concerned this organization had profited parasitically off of those less fortunate than themselves so he wouldn’t give a second thought about removing them from existence.
the ship the man flew in dropped out of hyper-space into the Circarpous major system. the only place of interest to him was Mimban, or rather what was in orbit. barely visible to the naked eye at the distance his ship was at was large cruiser but heavily modified. it looked like some celestial beast had taken half a dozen various ships and welded them haphazardly to create a patchwork of symbiotic station sections. paint-jobs and livery from various times and places of the galaxy were visible as he came closer to the hull and viewed it on a ship camera.
“finally caught up with you.” Geir said with a wry grin and turned to head to the back of his ship to prepare for what was to come.
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“Get those crates unpacked and into storage. Mud’s going to be pissed if the fruit goes bad like last time.” The quartermaster barked for the second time in the past hour. The crew of the freighter was feeling rather cocky after their most recent haul. They had raided a group of supply transports and among them was a shuttle for a planetary governor’s personal stock. But the quartermaster knew they still had work to do. The station they were on was almost equivalent to that of a space station and had been their base of operation for the past few years. The Mud Raiders as they had become known as had been very prosperous this past year and in the quartermaster’s opinion they were becoming soft maybe even sloppy.
“Sloppier than usual anyways.” He said to himself before leaving the open loading bay to give his report to the boss.
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( @Lav Savak )