Aska had had her fair share of 'undead' during the AMS outbreak that had plagued the galaxy in years past. It was a chapter that she was only too delighted to consider shut, memories of those she had lost too painful to bear. Yet word had reached her of a seemingly similar blight sweeping across the world of Agamar and such a thing could not go unanswered. If what little governance remained in the galaxy seemed content to turn a blind eye and allow the AMS variant to resurface and resume its conquest, then that left the cleansing in the hands of those who were willing to see it through.
Not for free, of course. Her services were no charity, after all.
She had landed The Night Terror beyond the outskirts of a small village, the ship dreadfully exposed on the barren terrain of the world, wind whipping against its hull as flakes of snow peppered the view screen, causing the clone to groan in disdain as she slunked down in her seat with a cigarra hanging from her lip.
”Can't say I'm looking forward to going out there, Kayto,” she grumbled while staring at the scenery before her, pulling the cigarra away to ash on the floor. The droid at her side stared at the mess she had made for a solid three seconds before looking back to her.
”Our contact could well be here already, Mistress. Now get out there and stop dirtying our home,”
The door to the tavern swung open more viciously than she had hoped, pushed by the wind more than by her own hand, but the clone quickly stepped through and forced it shut before breathing a sigh of relief. Her armour fit tightly around the thick cloth body suit she had worn underneath, but the roaring fire in the center of the main room was a welcome sight. Kind eyes and warm smiles greeted her as she turned to face them only to be met by an expressionless scowl as she looked over each citizen in search of her contact.