The coordinates he'd been given by the pirate had taken him deep into forgotten space. Somewhere between Tanaab and Tirahnn far off the Perlemian Trade Route into what Crix could only call the wastes. The Freebird was slowed to a crawl. Slag and busted meteorite pervaded the normally empty void. The Scoundrel found himself navigating around larger chunks frequently as he progressed.
With the help of Strill, a mercenary he'd hired through Hardlight Independent, he was able to obtain the transponder from the AMS-8500 light freighter they'd encountered during their surprise attack. He didn't trust the coordinates enough to make a jump to hyperspace and he was glad he'd taken the slow route.
Crix eased around the birth of an immense asteroid when a flicker of light in the distance caught his eye. On the horizon, a space station wrought in eras long past hung like a piece of forgotten history before him. Even in it's dilapidation, it was clearly imperial. The Scoundrel cut his running lights. Beegee warbled nervously from it's position as his co-pilot, and Crix comforted his little friend.
"It's alright buddy, this is what we came for."
He rose from his captain's chair and adorned the armor he'd stolen from Kirigan's office all that time ago on Nar Shadda. The crimson armor fit his persona as Damon Kross perfectly. Geared up, Crix prepared for the most dangerous mission he'd taken to date. He slid the helmet over his head, then walked over to the very panel he'd revealed to Mordeth on their jaunt to Mon Cala. He pressed the panel and it popped open revealing a powered-down droid. Crix lifted the droid from the smuggling compartment and powered it on.
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With the help of Strill, a mercenary he'd hired through Hardlight Independent, he was able to obtain the transponder from the AMS-8500 light freighter they'd encountered during their surprise attack. He didn't trust the coordinates enough to make a jump to hyperspace and he was glad he'd taken the slow route.
Crix eased around the birth of an immense asteroid when a flicker of light in the distance caught his eye. On the horizon, a space station wrought in eras long past hung like a piece of forgotten history before him. Even in it's dilapidation, it was clearly imperial. The Scoundrel cut his running lights. Beegee warbled nervously from it's position as his co-pilot, and Crix comforted his little friend.
"It's alright buddy, this is what we came for."
He rose from his captain's chair and adorned the armor he'd stolen from Kirigan's office all that time ago on Nar Shadda. The crimson armor fit his persona as Damon Kross perfectly. Geared up, Crix prepared for the most dangerous mission he'd taken to date. He slid the helmet over his head, then walked over to the very panel he'd revealed to Mordeth on their jaunt to Mon Cala. He pressed the panel and it popped open revealing a powered-down droid. Crix lifted the droid from the smuggling compartment and powered it on.
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