“It was a pleasure speaking to you the other day, Aska. As discussed, I’m looking to add a new piece to my collection. I have heard rumours on the dark holo that the armour of Emperor Malon has resurfaced. It is by speculation at most but evidence indicates it may well be on the Sith world of Malheion, located in the Outer Rim. Recover it and return it to me on Serenno and I will see that you are adequately compensated,”
”Fucking Sith and their habits of calling treacherous corners of the galaxy their homes…” Aska complained as her freighter dropped out of hyperspace, a swirling quasar in the distance, belts of asteroids and other space debris swirling around the giant gravitational mass. Despite the danger, however, she could not deny it was a beautiful sight to behold… but she wasn’t here for the view.
Discussions with a Serrenian Noble a few days back had led the clone on what she could only call a history lesson contract. Recovering some ancient and dusty armour wasn’t what she considered to be exciting or worth her time but the credits? Well, they were and it seemed that Wessex had a lot of them. Enough that Aska had decided she should take on a couple sets of extra hands while the others of her group handled the business of getting Klied’s mercenary outfit off the ground.
Covax, of course, she was familiar with and had found was a man she could rely on. It was a no brainer in bringing him on board for this recovery mission. It was the pilot she had recruited that she wasn’t sure of. She knew where her talents lie, and it wasn’t in the pilot’s chair so once she learned of what sort of obstacles would be keeping them from landing on the ancient Sith world, she opted to hire out. Whether or not he was worth the money remained to be seen. Especially if this assignment was going to be bringing them to a forgotten world of the Sith... Memories of her genetic ancestor danced in her mind, memories shown to her from the holocron she had abandoned so long ago, causing the clone to steel herself from anything she may well experience on the surface.
What was further unsettling was that they had no real indication on what had sparked the rumors that Artorigas had heard. Pirates? Possibly. Ancient Sith cult? Much more likely. Then there were the dangerous of Malheion itself. There were no public records of the world to elaborate on what they could reasonably expect. Wessex had given her some idea of what the planet had been to the Sith in eons past but even he could not deliver a detailed assessment. They were essentially going in blind; a fool's errand. But that's what mercenaries were for...
”Malheion should be on the other side of that quasar,” Aska stated as she leaned on the back of the pilot’s chair with both hands, cigarra hanging from her lip. Tapping her fingers in rapid succession, she pushed back to stand straight before taking a long draw from her smoke. ”This is where you show me you’re worth the credits, kid. Get us over there,”
Discussions with a Serrenian Noble a few days back had led the clone on what she could only call a history lesson contract. Recovering some ancient and dusty armour wasn’t what she considered to be exciting or worth her time but the credits? Well, they were and it seemed that Wessex had a lot of them. Enough that Aska had decided she should take on a couple sets of extra hands while the others of her group handled the business of getting Klied’s mercenary outfit off the ground.
Covax, of course, she was familiar with and had found was a man she could rely on. It was a no brainer in bringing him on board for this recovery mission. It was the pilot she had recruited that she wasn’t sure of. She knew where her talents lie, and it wasn’t in the pilot’s chair so once she learned of what sort of obstacles would be keeping them from landing on the ancient Sith world, she opted to hire out. Whether or not he was worth the money remained to be seen. Especially if this assignment was going to be bringing them to a forgotten world of the Sith... Memories of her genetic ancestor danced in her mind, memories shown to her from the holocron she had abandoned so long ago, causing the clone to steel herself from anything she may well experience on the surface.
What was further unsettling was that they had no real indication on what had sparked the rumors that Artorigas had heard. Pirates? Possibly. Ancient Sith cult? Much more likely. Then there were the dangerous of Malheion itself. There were no public records of the world to elaborate on what they could reasonably expect. Wessex had given her some idea of what the planet had been to the Sith in eons past but even he could not deliver a detailed assessment. They were essentially going in blind; a fool's errand. But that's what mercenaries were for...
”Malheion should be on the other side of that quasar,” Aska stated as she leaned on the back of the pilot’s chair with both hands, cigarra hanging from her lip. Tapping her fingers in rapid succession, she pushed back to stand straight before taking a long draw from her smoke. ”This is where you show me you’re worth the credits, kid. Get us over there,”