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When the Holofeed first lit up with the job, the mind of every Retrade member immediately became nervous. It was not often that one came across a job assignment to hunt down another member of the Retrade. The target, Darek Ihirov, was a intelligent man and had been a valuable asset to the Retrade. He was now expendable. Darek Ihirov's specialty was slicing and eluding captors, and as such there had been some delay in tracing the man down. By the time they had deduced his intent, Darek had already boarded the passenger liner Amara's Grace. The ship's course wasn't predetermined, and as such Retrade members had blanketed a number of likely rest stop points on the ships journey to Coruscant.
It was on the edge of the Cato Neimodia system, away from the front lines of the war and the incessant Alliance patrols, that the ship made it's first stop, and it was there that it would, fortune willing, make it's last. A small, seemingly derelict shuttle broadcast a distress signal at the most opportune moment, and soon the Amara's Grace was unwittingly saving the very crew that would be it's downfall. The rickety shuttle glided into the vessels small hanger, and Duthorian Blackguard nodded to the other men aboard the vessel: Yuri Sharp and Zak Cornet, each man more than capable of killing Darek Ihirov.
"Time to get paid," Duthorian said as he stroked the repeater he had named 'Ira'. He turned his attention to Yuri, one of the more respected members in the Retrade, and raised an eyebrow as the crew aboard the passenger ship knocked on the hatch. He tossed some com pieces to the others and put his own in, tapping it to make sure it was on. "First things first, we need to knock out the communications and disable the life pods. If we start blasting before we do that, system patrol will get here, or Ihirov will escape." He pulled out a cigarette and planted it in his mouth, lighting it and taking time to suck on it. He secured his weapons deep within his jacket, it was unlikely that the crew would be paranoid enough of pirates to search him this close to the Core. "After that, we can either do this the nice way, or we can shoot everyone."
It was on the edge of the Cato Neimodia system, away from the front lines of the war and the incessant Alliance patrols, that the ship made it's first stop, and it was there that it would, fortune willing, make it's last. A small, seemingly derelict shuttle broadcast a distress signal at the most opportune moment, and soon the Amara's Grace was unwittingly saving the very crew that would be it's downfall. The rickety shuttle glided into the vessels small hanger, and Duthorian Blackguard nodded to the other men aboard the vessel: Yuri Sharp and Zak Cornet, each man more than capable of killing Darek Ihirov.
"Time to get paid," Duthorian said as he stroked the repeater he had named 'Ira'. He turned his attention to Yuri, one of the more respected members in the Retrade, and raised an eyebrow as the crew aboard the passenger ship knocked on the hatch. He tossed some com pieces to the others and put his own in, tapping it to make sure it was on. "First things first, we need to knock out the communications and disable the life pods. If we start blasting before we do that, system patrol will get here, or Ihirov will escape." He pulled out a cigarette and planted it in his mouth, lighting it and taking time to suck on it. He secured his weapons deep within his jacket, it was unlikely that the crew would be paranoid enough of pirates to search him this close to the Core. "After that, we can either do this the nice way, or we can shoot everyone."
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