In the quiet of space, a short distance outside of Chiss Ascendency territory, a seemingly abandoned freighter floated amongst wreckage of a battle from a bygone era. Circuits snapped and popped with electricity as it surged, smoke billowing from the detonated engine thrusters. Ships in the area had no trouble locating the craft as it relayed a comm hail for assistance though it would appear help was not forthcoming as the pirate captain looked upon the wreck from his viewport.
“Tractor it in and let’s see what sort of valuables they got on board, lads,” the Nautolan man sneered, a golden tooth glimmering from the lights of the control center. All around him, his men cheered and hollered at their Captain’s command, eager to horde for themselves whatever may remain in the dormant hull.
As the ship finally crossed into the hangar area of the Coeus barge, an umbilical was soon attached by the droid workers that allowed the pirate search team to begin their initial sweep.
“Hang on,” one pirate growled as they approached the port that would lead them into the freighter, a bioscanner in hand. “I’m picking up life forms in there. Weapons at the ready, boys,” he would continue before levelling a heavy repeater on the durasteel door that divided them from their foe whilst a member of the search team began working on unlocking the seal.
At first, it seemed a simple enough task yet as he progressed, he found his fingers slowly begin to tremble. A gnawing feeling of danger began to loom over not only him but his partners as well, a fear of what may exist on the other side of the door growing ever stronger. His vision began to blur, dark clouds swirling in his mind as they began to piece together an alternate reality. No longer was he a pirate about to lay eyes on an easy score. Now he somehow found himself back in his childhood, watching on as two characters took shape. Strangers? No… Not strangers. His parents, if it made any difference. His mother, lying on a couch as drool dripped from her drug-addled lips while his father, enraged by her lack of cognizance, turned to his young son with rage in his eyes. His father soon advanced, striking him with his massive hand and while this was all only a forcefully resurfaced memory, the pain he felt was real. Trapped in his mind, the pirate stumbled back from the door with a whimper.
The door slid open, Sah’ra Ryun standing opposite the search team of six, her hands at her hips with palms pointed towards them. The Force swirled around her as she continued to draw the fears of the foremost pirate out of him, a sly smirk visible from beneath her cowl as two others approached from behind her. Darkness had come for them and it would not depart. Not without the blood of their enemies on their hands.