Galactic Location: Tirahnn, Tirahnn system, N-8 - Independent Space
Siria Zale checked her datapad again and matched it to her personav. The former senator of the planet confirmed she was in the right place. Deep in one of the isolated mountain ranges of Tirahnn was a structure that once belonged to the dissolved Confederacy of Independent Systems. The woman's home world had been a place where they operated out of and still had some forgotten assets that could still be put to use.
Putting the navigation tools away, Siria swapped it out for a pair of macrobinoculars. Below her she zoomed in on a dilapidated structure. The rectangular building held an old shuttle lightly covered in moss. Flights of avian creatures flew across the natural landscape and rose on thermal winds. It was a beautiful sight which the woman took the time to capture with her dataphone before double checking the rest of her equipment.
Further down in the cavern was the spherical shape of a control core. There were no signs of recent activity as far as she could tell but she knew to use caution. Today she was armed with her stylish westar-37 blaster pistol along with a non-lethal flashpistol. On the other hip she had a what could be mistaken as a lightsaber but was just a lightfoil. Another device that looked like a pistol was a grapple launcher she had purchased to help travel the precarious terrain. There were numerous tools in her backpack she had brought, computer spikes, rope, rations, first aid, and more.
Siria expected to more or less be on her own in this endeavor but that was fine. It meant she would have fully earned anything she achieved today. The fliknot swoop bike she owned was idling just behind her and waiting patiently. The former politician swung a leg over the seat and gunned the engines, taking the bike over the cliff edge and towards her destination.