Ask Plausible Deniability

[Renfry]

Renfry wasn't aware of the Mandalorian as she made her way inside. There was a great deal to do here, and she started going through whatever she could find. The entire place smelled vaguely of sweat and poor living conditions even for the slavers. Clothes were strewn throughout along with a variety of blasters and weapons that she recognized as having the primary role of herding slaves around.

Deeper into the building, she found old-looking data terminals and took a seat at it. Booting it up, she started scrolling through the information on it.

Apparently whoever this was was working on getting additional education. Not exactly what she would have expected from a slaver, but she supposed it wasn't quite so binary as it seemed. They were slavers, but they were still beings with goals an aspirations. Not that it mattered now.

Personal logs, a few more unsavory things, and then finally what she was looking for: shipping information. The "product" had been moved from another location, this time off-world. She let out a quiet sigh and shook her head. If it was off-world, maybe she'd just send Sith forces to deal with it. Or even her Nightsisters. Did she really need to go herself? She supposed time would tell.

She pawed through the remaining items she could find and then decided that she would just let droids or her hunters clean up the rest of the contents. She groaned quietly to herself before heading outside again and in the direction of her ship.

@Orbit

 

[Nox Solus]

Time passed slowly but it did pass. The wind whistled, leaves brushed past with little resistance but the Solus didn't move an inch. The only indication of him was his hand around the pistol grip of his rifle, his thumb tapping the leather to an imaginary beat but that wouldn't even be noticeable. Crosshairs would occasionally scan over the Nightsisters who patroled through the camp but it would always return to the building in the center as he waited for his true target.

After what felt like long enough, Andruil stepping outside and speaking with her sisters for a few moments. While unable to hear what she said, he could piece together the general body language and it didn't appear like they would be preparing for an attack or the woman throwing orders around in a hurry. The Sith would eventually leave the two that came with her and start walking in the direction of her ship.

It took him a moment to decide if he wanted to shoot her right then and there. She would have been alone and it would just take him to line up a perfect shot to end it all. But as Nox debated, he remembered that he took this little detour even if it meant that he would achieve nothing from it. Killing her there wouldn't have been pointless but it wouldn't allow him to discover the real reason why the slaves were being rescued or more importantly maybe, why the slavers were being taken out.

Once again, the Solus withdrew from his position slowly once it was practically confirmed that she was heading for her ship. With his items packed away to remove any evidence of his being, the Mandalorian made his way back to the original camp with a little pep in his step to cut ahead of her. When he reached it, he took his old spot once more and laid there as he would soon be able to watch Andruil enter the base, his rifle slowly swinging to her ship and then back to her.

 

[Renfry]

She stopped a moment to give instructions to the pair of sisters who would be remaining behind, but not for long. It seemed there was still work to be done for making sure this group of twits didn't come back. Honestly, it was probably overkill at this point, but it was just that extra layer of insurance.

And with that, she was finished. She boarded the Destiny and signaled the pilots to boot the ship up for takeoff.

The engines fired and she flipped the face shield up on her helmet, reaching up and rubbing her face. It had been a long night and the sun was starting to come up over the horizon. Fortunately, she'd gotten a shower earlier, which meant that now what she really wanted was a long night of sleep and then maybe eventually hunt the rest of these slavers down.

She slipped her helmet off and flopped back onto her bunk to relax and maybe catch some sleep before the chaos continued.

//Exit

 

[Nox Solus]

The crosshairs first aimed for the Sith's chest, drifted to her head and then swung to the ship she was about to board, Destiny. Nox committed the name to memory and the general appearance of it. In the end, it could be useless but he figured it would be worth to always have in the back of his mind.

Once Andruil boarded the ship and the engines were started, Nox pulled out a tracker shot and quickly placed it at the end of the barrel of his rifle. With the noise from the ship, the Solus fired the tracker as it split the air in a straight line. It would attach to the wing, between the engine and the main body of the ship. Placing the rifle down afterward, he pressed a button on his gauntlet and a red light would beep twice as the ship finally lifted in the air.

The tracker was working and would keep general tabs or whereabouts of the Sith that he had met those interesting couple of days. With his shot finding his mark, there was nothing else for him to do in the camp or for that matter, the planet.

Pulling his speeder out from its hiding spot, he swung a leg over before activating it. With a quick tug of the controls, the vehicle pulled out from the trees as he headed to the nearest spaceport and back to Mandalorian space, for now.

/exit