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Time: Morning
Participants: @Shalken @Darasuum
Theme: Thieves & Kings - The Peach Kings
Serenno had recovered in the past five years from the two battles that occured early on in the war between the Republic and the Brotherhood. Now neither faction existed as they once did. The Republic was all but gone, remnants joined the Jedi or other factions. The Brotherhood had formed into the Empire and was now a different beast altogether. Five years at the height of the war Geir Ambros, the Pale Fox, had been assassinated and now his nine thousand square kilometer property was left without an actual owner. Rumors still blew through the air that alchemy created beasts stalked the large property, combat droids of the highest lethality guarding the domain of the legendary individual. None had tried to reach out to the owner thinking he very well could still be alive since his death had been kept under wraps in some cases.
The PHCF-3 heavy freighter, better known as the Centaur, glided down as gracefully as it could given its size into the Carannia Space port. While it was good camouflage for those aboard it was more than just to blend in. The ship had the carry capacity in the event that they found cargo worth taking in this endeavor. A small unit of loader droids and equipment was aboard to help the appropriation and management of such cargo to compensate for the few organics onboard. Leveana, a disciple of the Shadow Conclave did her best to make it a soft landing but she had never much cared for piloting. it helped that the ship was empty. As the rugged ship's powered down she turned in her seat to look at her "Are you ready? Reclusiarch?"