Under the cover of night, the IFST-21 freighter sliced through darkness above the dusty plains of Socorro. Invisible to the naked eye thanks to the cloaking device that had been acquired from Blackwell so long ago, it would remain entirely undetected by local law enforcement and any sort of watchful eyes looking up to the stars. Aboard this ship, a small crew alongside a team of combat droids with a single goal. Their target, a small village of Twi’lek migrants.
Aska had plans with the fortune she had acquired, both financial and her recent streak of luck, but first she needed more assets under her thumb. Greed had stoked a fire in her that had long remained dead but as the embers were stirred, so were her ambitions. Certainly she could simply go out and purchase anything she needed but she also recognized that while her credits were abundant, they weren’t infinite. No, sometimes it was better to simply go out and take what was needed and this was one of those times.
”Set us down on the eastern side of the village, Kayto. Trap them between the ship and the river,”
”Yes, mistress,”
Donning her helmet but partnering it with a standard blast vest rather than her custom armour, Aska soon began to make her way to the cargo ramp with her SE-45 in hand. She had learned from the mistakes of others; if you’re going to stir up the shit, better wear a mask.
The cloaking field dropped and soon everyone on board would file off, knowing what they were here to do as the droids fanned out along the perimeter. The village was quiet whilst it’s citizens slept in their homes. They were unaware of what was about to transpire. Of how vastly their lives would soon change. These poor souls were about to have their world turned upside down.
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