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[right][b][i]Revenant[/i]
On the edge of the Ilos system[/b][/right]

The massive warship floated in space, stationary as activity stirred inside of it. The original occupants were long gone, any traces of its Imperial roots seemingly wiped other than the eye-striking design of the ship itself. As evident by the insignia painted upon the exterior of the bridge, the [i]Revenant[/i] was under the control of a group far different from the Galactic Empire. The Star Destroyer served as the home of the Shadow Marauders, the largest and most powerful pirate band within the chaotic region of the galaxy under control of the Hutts. Smaller vessels hung around the colossal ship, the insignia also painted upon them. Three X-Wings and four TIE fighters swiveled over top of the [i]Revenant[/i], dancing amongst the stars before they darted into the hangar. The Maruaders had no sides to pick, no qualms with taking and using whatever starships they could get their hands upon.

Inside the warship hundreds of pirates mingled, spread all throughout the ship many called it their home. Some had made families here, others simply drifted in and out of it, their fearsome leader in total control of who lived in [b]her[/b] ship. Banners and murals decorated the hallways, a large room within the ship having been transformed into a tavern. In the hangar the pirates exchanged stories and memories, their ships parked all around it. A few merchants were allowed free entrance and leave to the ship, those that sold their wares at a discount to the Maruaders. Other visitors were not common, any unknown vessels that decided to approach the [i]Revenant[/i] were often treated as hostiles. The Star Destroyer never stayed in one place for too long, traveling intermittently through Hutt Space. 

The command bridge was comparatively quiet to the rest of the [i]Revenant[/i], seated in a makeshift 'throne' at the head of the bridge was a Devaronian. She was clad in eyecatching red and black Mandalorian armor, bought off the blacket market. Lalni Vudeiz sat with one leg crossed over the other, watching as a trio of approached her, crossing the walkway. To one of her sides was her fearsome bodyguard, Kur, an enormous grey furred figure with a heavy scattergun strapped around his back. To the other side was one of the most senior pirates, Iakar. Each of them giving a distinct glare of their own towards the approaching group.

"Captain, this is the one we caught sending messages to the Imperials. He wishes to explain himself." A Twi'lek male, simply known as Vib said to her. He was one of the many pirates in her command, loyal to fault and willing to die for her. She always made sure every single member of her pirate band made her that promise. She was their queen after all.

"He thinks hes worthy of even looking at me after what he did? Of breathing the same air I am?" Lalni asked cruelly, directing it at the apparent turncoat. The poor fool was covered in bruises and burns, missing several teeth as he simply stared at the floor. His hands were bound behind him and he was clad in dirty rags.

"What were you sending exactly? Coordinates? Informing them of our latest raids?" She continued to question, raising out of her seat. Standing in front of the traitor, she grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at her. The man was almost shaking, one of his eyes blackened brutally, he was barely even able to open it.

"It was nothing serious-s. I promise." The man weakly stated. For a moment Lalni just menacingly stared at him, looking down upon him as gears turned within the ruthless woman's head. Her underlings knew of her brutality, how cruel she really was to those that failed her, or worse, betrayed her. Then her fist slammed into the turncoat's jaw, causing him to gasp in pain. The aggressive pirate queen had put strength behind the swing.

"That doesn't change that you still did it. Whats your name, fierfek?" She asked in a disgusted tone, kicking him swiftly in the gut. 

"Iaxic, my names Iaxic." The man muttered, following a bloody cough. 

"Well Iaxic, why did you betray us all? What did you tell those damned Imperials?" She asked, sitting back down in her seat. The rest of bridge dead silent, no one daring to speak when their leader did. 

"I just told them about our recent raids, nothing more. I met one of their contacts at Paradise, they promised me a lot of credits to feed them information they wanted." Iaxir shamefully spoke through a gaped tooth mouth.

"Just credits? You get all the credits you can handle from us. Ask anyone here, they all know how generous I am, and you should too." Lalni replied. Iaxir having been with the Marauders for almost a year now.

"No, they promised protection for my kid, my son. He's on an Imperial world. They said they'd put him through school." He weakly added.

"Your son? Tell me about him." The pirate queen said, intrigued at this development.

"He's only five, his names Cen. His mother died right after he was born. He's staying with my sister, I haven't seen him in months. I just want a good life for him." Iaxir stated, on the verge of tears. Pain mixing with sadness. It did not sway Lalni at all from her furious state.

"I wonder what would be worse. Your son becoming an orphan, or him forever seeing his father as a treacherous fool?" She asked, locking eyes with him, a smile leaking onto her face.

"I beg you, please, mercy." Iaxir pleaded, tears beginning to run down his face. It was a pathetic display. to her side Iakar shook his head, not saying a word as Lalni continued her menacing glare towards the traitor.

"Well, I can't sell you to the Empire. They wouldn't want you. They'd have you killed or throw you in jail. That's if they didn't try to break the deal, but they probably would, knowing them. Maybe I'll let this mistake pass by, let you live and spend the rest of your pitiful existence working to overcome this shame you inflicted upon yourself." Lalni stated, she'd rather not do any deals with the Imperials anyway. Iaxir was silent as he heard her words, for a moment he believed she'd let him live. Those hopes were vanquished a moment later as the pirate queen made her decision.

"Put him out the airlock." She stated, smiling, then waved him away. 

The pirate behind Iaxir yanked on the man's arms, dragging him to his feet then away from Lalni. She was done with him. Tears were streaming down the man's face as his fate was sealed. He tried to beg more, hoping she'd change her mind, screaming and trembling as he was escorted to his fate. But there was no chance. Perhaps in his final moments as the air was sucked from his lungs, the sterile coldness overwhelmed his body and he suffocated slowly in the never-ending darkness of space he'd think of he should have reconsidered his treachery.