The Red Suns rises.

[Vritoria Coruna]

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Mission Parameters: Arrange for the pirate gang, the Red Suns, to strike against the Traitorous 'Old Empire'.
Operatives: Vritoria Coruna, @Danee - Pierre Lindegaard, @Faster Than Light
Sector: Mid Rim
Location: Real Space, Ansion System.​

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As the Audacious-class Corvette ISS Persecutor reverted to real space within the Ansion system Vritoria found herself looking out the view ports of the bridge and onto the lush, green world of Ansion. A single thought came creeping into the foreground of her mind, that she could see herself in charge of a vessel of this type. But alas, the Navy didn't just give out Corvettes to anyone who asked for command of one, instead however, they had begrudgingly accepted that they would act as little more than a taxi service for a while while Vritoria and her new, temporary, companion Pierre, were out on a mission which would benefit the Imperial Republica as a whole while pushing the treasonous 'Old Empire' further towards the brink of annihilation. While this wasn't going to be a decisive blow to the scale of retaking one of the many occupied worlds the 'Old Empire' held, it'd be a cut along their side, a constant thorn pressing into their exposed backs while the true Empire would grow because of it.

When the commander of the ship came up on deck she turned her attention towards him with a raised brow. "Your shuttle is ready for take off, we have orders not to go any further into the Ansion system than where we are now. We'll return to Coruscant once your duties here are done." "Good, I suspect I can't convince you to take us any closer?" "Afraid not, Ma'am, this is as close we'll go."

With a stiff nod she cast one final glance out towards Ansion and then turned back to the Commander as she passed him. She now had her goals in mind, she wanted not only one, but a fleet of Corvettes and Frigates under her command, and this, this would be the first step towards that goal. Exiting the bridge she headed down the hallways until she reached the hangar which held the Vector-class shuttle they'd be riding towards their destination. Seeing her companion here she wondered if he had ever left the hangar in the first place. Stopping beside him she glanced up at the shuttle while standing to his right. "I hope your skill with lightsabers translate well into words, Acolyte. I'd prefer it if we didn't have to run away from anything in a shuttle."

She spoke as the last of the four troopers they were sent along with boarded the shuttle, followed by the Pilot and co-pilot. "Shall we?" Vritoria asked and extended her hand. "After you."

 

[Pierre Lindegaard]

Being able to ride one of those Audacious corvettes might have seemed very nice and all but military warships aren't really known for their spacious luxurious accommodations and it became apparent during the long hyperdrive journey to this location. As a result, the travel seemed longer and tedious then what it needed to be. Really beneath Pierre Lindegaard's tastes if he had to be blunt about it. He would have rather have came in on a private shuttle but it is what it is.

Pierre Lindegaard was already leaning against a wall in the hangar. He was waiting patiently for the shuttle to be prepped close-by. The sooner this task is done the sooner they can get back to actual civilization. Pierre honestly never even heard of this world 'Ansion' until he was given this assignment. Oh well. He's prepared though, mentally prepared himself for the prospect of negotiating with pirate scum to attack trade routes along the Old Empire. It does have it's merits and might be helpful for Imperial Republica interests in this sector. As well as whittling down the pirates if this deal works out.

Pierre smiled when Vritoria remarked hoping that he had the diplomatic chops. "Oh don't you worry. We will be fiiiiiiiiine" he said confidently accompanied with a smug chuckle. "Why thank you Miss" he kept on smiling after the woman extended her hand.

Once everyone is aboard the shuttle, the shuttle would depart and then head off to the meeting point. Pierre would be wearing his Sith Marauder Armor although wouldn't have his mask on yet (he would have it carried on his person however). If he is going to have a meeting with pirates, he isn't going defenseless either, just in case. He would have his lightsabers clipped on his belt for easy access.

@Malon for DM! @Danee

 

[The Storyteller]

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The Red Suns had operated near old imperial space for several years, most of the time with impunity knowing that the likelihood of patrolling warships was unlikely. In fact, a considerable amount of profit that they had generated occurred in the last several years since the two Empires decided to divide against each other. As the Republic officers' shuttle was approaching the meeting point, Dracus Marg had already arrived and was awaiting his company eagerly. The pantoran was well liked, charismatic, and certainly had an iron grip on the pirate gang for his leadership as well as craftiness when it came to increasing profits. Arguably, the gang had seen its greatest revenue while under Marg's guidance and seemingly his greed had no bounds.

The Meeting point was a desolate space station located shortly within Ansion's system. As their shuttle would land, a long and narrow corridor leading from the docking bay would open up into what appeared as an old lobby and waiting area. Empty of course now, lights only partially flickering with their unsavory guests waiting for them. Dracus was dressed in comfortable wear, no shirt as he preferred to showcase his defined musculature barechested. A shriek-Hawk rifle was in his right hand while the left played with a cigarra; he had brought five of his companions with him, all of different races and biology but united by their common cause. Each of the men were armed with a variety of pistols and carbine rifles, two of which were draped in customized Mandalorian heavy armor.

@Danee @Faster Than Light