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It was quite the show Jarak was watching unfold in front of him, at the top of cargo ramp stood who he assumed was Solace who had just disarmed and potentially given a heart attack too, the young boy who had seemed to think it was a good idea to start trouble with a crew of mercenaries, not the wisest choice one could make, but then again Jarak was someone who chose to make a living by being shot at for an Empire that could replace him just as easily as they gave him medals so who was he to judge.

Of all the thoughts to be whirling around in Jarak's head, there was one that stood out above the rest, not whether he'd make it home, not him placing bets with himself on how long it'd be till he was found out. No the thought that kept making its way to the front was him wondering if this is what his Majors final words meant? was this where Jarak would get what's coming to him? Odd for the words of a dead man to be in his head at this moment but this certainly was an odd time. Jarak paused for a moment, next to the boy lay the collapsed body an Anooba, odd he hadn't noticed it sooner but his mind was elsewhere after all. Bringing his hand up to his scars he gently stroked down his cheek. Not quite the same creature but given his track record with wildlife, he made a mental note to keep an eye on the dog.

At the top of the ramp, he was provided with his first real look at the crew he would have to make pleasantries with for the next few months... or weeks given that he rated his chance of making it home in one piece at less than 50/50. Around the hangar were various individuals that Jarak recognised form the reports and some that he didn't. There was a young woman who the Captain assumed was the other of the twins, being taken out of the bay by a man in robes, very familiar robes at that. There was an old Commando Droid, someone in what looked like old Clone Trooper armour and another in Storm Trooper armour.

So far there were no surprises that he could see, it seemed to be a fairly normal mercenary crew, a group of pirates and degenerates that would just as quickly kill each other as work together. What was a surprise, however, was the Twi'Lek that he hadn't noticed yet and what he could gather from the ensuing conversation was that she seemed to have been the cause of all the trouble in the first place and now she was asking for a job. She certainly had balls he'd give her that, stowing away on a ship and then your friend comes and starts a shoot out and then asking the very visibly displeased Captain of said ship for a job, this had the potential to be an even worse decision than the one to open fire in the first place.

He stood there in slight bewilderment at what he was listening to and he made sure to keep a few steps between himself, the Twi'Lek and the boy, just in case. He took his bag from his shoulder and placed it on the floor next to him before speaking to Solace. "I can see you're dealing with some issues right now, should I just wait down here while you sort them and we can talk after?"


"Understood." There wasn't much else needed in response to his order and a few moments later the red lighting faded, being replaced with the normal bright lighting of the cargo hold, the sound of the bulkheads and hatches opening brought with them a sigh of relief for the droid.

Sable stood back up and gave a bow of his head to Sena as she began to walk off with Airus. Maybe Sable would get a sticker later to say thank you properly he thought to himself... smack Sable gave his head a wack, where the hell did that thought come from, "I'll need to get that looked at, I'm a highly efficient and lethal killing machine, not Mopdeka. Why would I want a sticker. Once he was sure that Sena was safe and the danger caused by the stupid meat bag and his hound was definitely over he turned to watch Sena immediately put herself in danger again as she ruffled the Ewok's head putting herself at risk of catching Revan only knows what.

It was then that what was happening at the bay entrance caught his eye again. The idiot, the Twi'Lek and a newcomer were all stood there with Solace and from the sound of it, the Tail Head was an accomplice of the genius and his dog. And they had just asked to be hired on. A phenomenon he couldn't help but comment on"They're either the bravest or the most stupid individuals I've ever seen. Personally, I was hoping for another droid, one I could actually talk to, the others around here are... I'll say processorly challenged to be nice. Sable shook his head a few times before making his way to the door along with Airus and Sena.

Dear god what had he just said "Excuse me miss! Well done Jarak, you sound like a real grizzled mercenary with that language, no way in hell I'm getting on that ship now." His face remained pleasant smile as the thoughts of his own stupidity ran wild in his mind. Would she just tell him to do one or possibly worse? A Smirk as she turned to face the Captain was the only response offered. The pad identified this woman as 'Solace' but that was more than likely just a cover name. There was something enchanting about the way she conducted herself, a constantly alluring aura seemed to surround her which made Jarak uncomfortable to no end. For a few seconds, there was nothing, no other response as if she was formulating what to say in response to his offer. The silence was deafening to Jarak as the questions of whether or not he had fallen at the first hurdle began to creep back in. But as she opened her mouth to respond she seemed to tense for a moment before standing up before him, a hand gripped tightly on the pommel of one of her Vibro-blades. Two words "Oh shit." went through his mind and time seemed to slow for him. He'd survived blaster fire, airstrikes and being blown up, only for fate to decide that he would finally bite the bullet or sword in this case, in a repugnant bar surrounded by the scum and villainy of the galaxy. His eyes closed and his body tensed waiting for the blow that would never come, instead, the woman spoke frankly "I should go. Jarak, CR-90 at the port."

Before he could even open his eyes again she was gone, a heavy sigh followed as he turned to see the direction the woman had disappeared off in. But there was nothing, no trace that she was even moving through the crowd outside. Luckily he knew which dock the CR-90 was at or he'd be completely lost trying to find this Solace again. Jarak spent the rather pacey walk over to the dock wondering how in the galaxy had she disappeared like that, was it some trick that a force user could do? Or was he just going blind? As he neared the dock there was the distinct sound of blaster fire coming from his destination, what was going on, this had to be why the woman disappeared as she did, but there must be something very important on that ship for her to react as she did, and how did she know whatever was happening was happening before the loud mumbling from the commlink became audible. Jarak had a good number of questions going through his mind as he approached a security barrier which opened for him after a small exchange of credits with the guard.

As Jarak walked into the dock itself there was an explosion in front him, a very familiar sounding explosion as well. Now Jarak was starting to figure out the people he would hopefully be dealing with for the next few months. Idiots, it was the only word that seemed to suit the situation, what kind of fool would throw a Thermal Det here, inside a ships hold no less. Whichever idiot had thrown it clearly needed a little more than a basic tutorial of how to use grenades. It was then that he spotted Solace holding someone from behind with her Vibro-Sword to their neck while an Anooba sat uneasily to the side. Jarak put his head into his palm as he walked towards the bottom of the cargo ramp."There's no way I'm making it back alive am I?" he mumbled.


Sable had been too concerned with keeping Sena safe to notice Sharp throw the Thermal Detonator, but when it went off the realisation of the danger he'd just put Sena and the rest of them it became all too apparent to the droid. "Either he needs some sense beaten into him or that chip's finally driven him insane. Either way, I'm gonna chew his damned ear off when this is over." Normally Sable was fairly emotionless and uncaring towards the safety of squishy meat bags, but Sena was one of only a few in the last few years to actively make him enter protective mode. He wasn't sure what was actually wrong with the girl but with her childish nature, she reminded him a lot of the children he used to watch over for the Blasaw family and the last person to hurt one of those ended up begging for it to be over quickly. As he stood there returning fire at the person foolish enough to attack them he noticed a friendly tag appear next to the boy. "I hate it when she does that, I could have shot her. He thought to himself as he lowered his blaster, now that the captain had returned that should put an end to this little incident.

It was then that he felt something bump into his leg, If only he could have facial expressions because the sight he saw truly baffled him, that disease ridden fur ball was standing next to him spear raised towards the cargo bay entrance, for a split second there was a desire to raise his leg back and punt it off the ship but Sena would probably crush him with her mind if he did. He looked back to see if Sena was ok and she was still just crying in a ball on the floor, was the Ewok trying to protect Sena, perhaps since it didn't know the fate that awaited it in Sena' room. Shaking his head in disbelief at what he was witnessing next to him he turned and took a knee next to Sena before placing a hand that while a little cold and metallic was one meant to reassure the terrified girl. "Are you ok my lady? The danger should be over Mistress Solace has returned, you should be safe now.

Jarak sat at the desk in his room a dim light from his lamp being the only light source illuminating him. In his hand was a datapad with what information Imperial Intelligence had on the crew of the Noreaster. Considering how long the crew had been active for and how long Imperial Intelligence appeared to have been after them, there really wasn't a lot for Jarak to review. Some of the crew barely had a paragraph or two, some had photos but no names and some had names but no photos. Perhaps the file Iesha had given him before he left on what he hoped would be his last tour would shed light where normal Intelligence had failed. He opened the file and placed its contents out in front of him, a photo and a note reminding him of "What he's doing this for" which he quickly put into his shirt pocket. The main content of the file was by far the most interesting part. She had called in a few favours she still had with her old superiors and managed to pull some of the more classified information that I.I had on the crew. This was a file that definitely wasn't meant for his eyes or anyone else's for that matter, what kind of things had Iesha done to be able to call in favours like this? A thought that was quickly dispelled from his mind as he read through the file, it seemed he wasn't the first Imperial to have to infiltrate the ship. The file mentioned an agent sent to acquire the Captain and her sister for I.I and the Inquisitorious respectively. The reading only worsened as he went further through the document. The agent's last contact was before they arrived on Balmorra and then he went silent. His body was later recovered with a lightsaber wound through his chest. He was filled with an awful sense of dread over what he was getting himself into here.

A knock on his door startled him slightly and brought him out of his concentration on the files in front of him. "Come in." The door gave a slight hiss as it opened and a soldier stepped in. "Sir, a CR90 has been sighted docking on the far side of the port." "Thank you, Lieutenant. prepare the ship to depart, it's best if the Atlas isn't here longer than necessary." The soldier nodded before spinning on her heels and exiting the room leaving Jarak to his thoughts and deliberations. After a few more moments of pondering and worrying while resting his chin on clasped hands, Jarak stood up and picked up the duffle bag next to him and put it across his back. Was it wise to take his equipment him, probably not but it was a risk he couldn't afford to take. He left his room and headed to the bridge to say his goodbyes. The bridge of the Corvette was sparsely populated most of the crew being given leave since they wouldn't be required for a while. "What do you think guys?" Jarak said in a sarcastic tone giving his squad a twirl. "You look like the people we shoot at for a living so I'd say you look pretty good Captain." Nez his Lieutenant responded. "Perfect, that's exactly the look I was going for. Nez, you have the conn until I return. "If you return." She said in a hushed tone "Yes thank you, Nez, I'm aware. Now get the Atlas out of here, and if you so much as scratch her paint while I'm gone I'm taking it out your pay cheque." He said, giving the Lieutenant a half smile. Jarak turned and exited the bridge passing a few remaining crew on his way off the ship. A few technicians on the landing pad gave him rather murderous looks as he exited the pad and headed into the port proper. The sound of the Raider I Corvette's engines powering up behind him let him know that he was now truly alone in one of the most dangerous places he could possibly find himself.

The walk through the port towards the CR90s landing pad was one of sheer terror for Jarak. He was surrounded by the scum of the galaxy, most if not all of them were wanted by the Empire for one reason or another and every single one of them would kill him in a heartbeat if they knew what he was but here he was blending in as if he belonged here. The sound of a scream from a nearby bar caught his attention and he turned to head towards it and as he walked in the door he saw what he was after. A quick glance at his datapad confirmed it, the woman, the Muun and what he assumed was the Ubese that were all shown on the pad. As he approached the three he overheard the woman talking about looking for new crew, surely it couldn't be this easy he thought to himself as he pushed his nerves aside and approached the woman. "Excuse me miss, I overheard you were looking for crew. The name's Jarak, can I apply now or do I have to buy you a drink first?"


A noise from behind him caught his attention what looked like a small Wookie had suddenly appeared in the cargo hold. it took a minute for what he was seeing to actually compute surely one of those things couldn't be here. Sena, however, would leap into action as she usually did when she saw something she liked and appeared to smother the poor thing while screaming about how soft and fluffy it was. God only knows what diseases or parasites the stupid animal had on it but now that Sena had touched it and proclaimed her love for it no one could touch it. "Is that really what I think it is, is that... is that an Ewok. How in the galaxy is an Ewok here?" This was going to be an interesting day Sable thought to himself as he watched Sena continue to cuddle the life out of the Ewok, a fitting end for such an annoying creature. The strange girl who identified herself as Brin stood up and began to head off with Airus. Though whatever ideas of going back to his room quickly disappeared when out of nowhere a blaster round sailed over his and the rest of the crews' heads.

With a reaction time that could put some force users to shame Sable spun on his heels and pulled his blaster from his back pointing it in the direction the shot came from, his sensors saw a young boy and an Anooba standing at the ramp to the bay. "I could have sworn the loaders said they closed the bay door." Sable thought as he drew his blaster and activated his combat protocols. "I'm activating boarding protocol, recommend switching to night-vision and ready yourselves for combat." The main lighting around the crew shut off and the emergency red lighting came on above, the sounds of bulkheads and hatches closing could be heard around the ship, and the cargo ramp began to close. The room went dark around Sable, a flash of red light appeared where his eyes were as his NV turned on. IFF tags began to appear on his display. There was an inhumanly quick dash as Sable entered protection mode and jumped in front of Sena and fired off a few shots from his blaster in the direction of the boy and his dog.

"Sena why are you like this?" The thought that went through Sable's processor as he changed his visual settings back to normal light levels. While he was sure that Sena had only pure and honest intentions with her actions, he would much rather that she had not come into the Cargohold at all, let alone blind everyone and then just walk up to the potentially dangerous intruder with a lightsaber who could snap at any moment and potentially hurt or even kill her. He didn't want to even imagine what would happen to the girl if Solace had got back and found Sena hurt or worse.

"I don't really have an option, now do I? There are my weapons, I'll go with you."

The words were like music to his audio receptors, he didn't want to have to shoot the girl sat in front of him. Though he had not revealed it yet, his initial scan of the girl's face had revealed precisely nothing about her, it was perhaps the strangest thing he'd ever seen, the girl simply didn't exist. The bounty board, the Imperial Database even the older Republic databases had nothing. No one matching her face or even the name she gave came up. He'd seen it before on former slaves but there's no way someone this well-armed was a slave surely. What was not music to his audio receptors however was the outwardly aggressive tone of the pathetic waste of metal that dared to call itself a droid. The sheer gall of this Toaster on wheels to dare challenge Sable or any of the crew when they were the ones who tried to stow away took him back for a moment, surely no one could be that stupid. He nodded at Airus before putting his own blaster away and picked up the girls blasters "You made the smart choice, although I'd suggest putting a muzzle on... that. Before I do it for you." He said with clear disdain for the R3 unit in his voice as he turned and headed for the Cargobay door.
Sable sat at the desk in his room the holo-communicator in front of him bathing his shell in bright blue light. 'His' room, it was a weird thing to think about even after two years on the ship, there were people out in the galaxy being used as currency and here aboard the Noreaster, a droid has its own personalised room. Technically Sable was following orders, while other members of the crew including Solace went into the city to look for fresh blood he was to check the cargo hold once it had finished being loaded but until he got that message there was little point to him leaving his room. In front of Sable hovered the image of a human woman with short dark hair, fiddling with something in her hand just out of shot. "I'm surprised you've kept it after all these years Everei.""Why? it's the best gift Alanna ever got me." The woman replied placing whatever she was toying with down in front of her. It had been five years since Alanna had passed but Sable and her former partner still spoke often, once a month or so. Normally it was just so Everei could badger Sable into coming out and joining her but Sable didn't mind as sometimes it was just nice to talk to someone from his past.

Five years ago

It was a damp overcast day on Saleucami; Sable, Everei and the other half-dozen members of the Eunectes stood around the grave. Sable with one arm around Everei's shoulder to try and help her not have a breakdown, the rest of the crew simply paying silent respects to their deceased comrade. As the rest of the crew returned to the ship Sable stayed by Everei's side as she placed a picture of the two of them onto the top of the grave. To most onlookers, the two wouldn't seem like a likely partnership. Everei was a harsh looking woman, scars covering quite a lot of her. And even though she was younger than Alanna she looked far older. Whereas Alanna looked very young in comparison, While she may have looked like a clone of her mother her personality had all the human personality of her father, that is to say, stubborn as all hell.

Before departing in her own ship back to her cell Everei offered Sable a space in her ship, a chance to join the upstart rebellion and stick it to the Empire for what they did to Alanna. But Sable, for now, would decline, Alanna's instructions were clear he was to find his own way in the galaxy for a while, 'discover himself' and who was he to question her orders.

Present day

"Speaking of gifts, you never mentioned what all that money went towards getting, I do hope your bosses spent it wisely." "Sable." She began with a sigh. "You and I both know that even if I knew I couldn't tell you, you never know who's listening in on here. Now if you'd come out here and join us, join me, you could see how that money has been... invested." "Look, Everei I've explained this to you every time we talk. I'm not coming to join you until my contract here ends. Alanna wanted me to 'discover myself' whatever that means. And if it's more the money you're after than me then all you have to do is ask, I have a... friend who can arrange safe transfers." "You're dammed stubborn Sable. Just like Alanna was, sometimes I wonder whether you made her like that or she changed you. No, you don't have to worry about money Sable, from what I know the money Alanna gave us still hasn't run out. The bosses are more after you than your money." Before Sable could respond a voice came over the ship's intercom. "We've finished loading the cargo, we'll close the door behind us." "Well Everei that's my cue it was nice talking to you again, same time next month?" "Sounds good see you then." and with that, the image of the woman disappeared. and Sable's room fell back into silence save for the metallic clanks of his feet on the floor. Sable picked his E-5 from the storage rack and placed it on his back before leaving and locking his room.

It was the same at every port the ship stopped at when they took on supplies, Sable would check the hold before the ship departed in case of stowaways. Being the only one able to detect life forms automatically landed him with the job but he didn't mind. In the hold, no one bothered him. He closed the door as he entered and patched himself into the Cargo bays controls before beginning his checks. After finding the Kushibanin there not too long ago Sable made sure to be extra thorough less something more dangerous than a helpless small fluffy creature slip by him. The check went smoothly for the first few minutes, everything so far was present and accounted for. Then from behind him fell, followed by a loud metallic thud as it landed. Sable spun around and drew his blaster pointing it in the direction of the noise, spotting the said fallen crate he noticed something red shuffle in behind the crates next to it Sable dimmed the lights in the hold till it was pitch black before magnetising himself to the floor. The silence that now filled the darkness of the hold was deafening, the metallic thunking of Sable's footsteps the only break to it, as he rounded the crate he saw the Twi'Lek huddled in as tight as she could be. He raised his blaster "I can see you Tail Head, throw your weapons on the floor in front of you." maybe it was lucky that he had darkened the bay since in his NV mode he spotted the familiar shape of a lightsaber on her hip. "Including the Lightsaber." His tone was harsh, almost like he was barking orders at her. the heavy robotic filter of his voice echoing around the silent hangar. "Boss we've got a problem in the hold, another stowaway, armed and possibly dangerous, you might want to get back here as quick as you can. And Airus, I'm gonna need your help... she's got a lightsaber." Sable announced over the crews' comlink.

Monika gave a half smile at Emil' words, though his words were strained they seemed... genuine like he understood at least in part where she was coming from. Monika knew that dry chuckle all too well, an attempt to lighten the tone of something that brought out the darkest memories one could have. it was clear that these words didn't come easily to him so she thought about putting a comforting hand on Emil's shoulder but hesitated, giving comfort to others was not something she was used to and with how she would react if someone she barely knew did that, she felt it best that she kept her hand down.

Monika chose her next words carefully. She knew Emil was right her family was everything to her now, they were her reason to get up in the morning, her reason to keep going even through her darker moments and they were the reason she was there in Necropolis. Her life had changed so much in two years; she'd gone from a scared and alone woman who was afraid to put faith in anyone for fear of losing everything again, to someone who was far more confident and friendly with those around her, someone who'd come out of her shell so much that she was almost unrecognisable to those who met her two years prior but no matter what she couldn't shake the past no matter how hard she tried. She gave a deep sigh and nodded her head to Emil's words "You're right Emil I shouldn't let it poison them, but whether they like it or not they're intertwined with it now as much as I am. Unfortunately for my son, my past is his past no matter how much I wish it wasn't. There's simply no escaping the reality of who his father was and that's the unavoidable truth."

"And as for my husband." she says bringing her wedding ring up to her mouth and kissing it before giving a little smile. "Whether he quite imagined just how deep my demons lurk, he was tainted with them the moment he fell for me, the fool." she said with a slight dry chuckle. Throughout her little talk with Emil, she noticed the larger BoS member shift positions to watch her and Servius. Obviously, he caught a glimpse of her bumping shoulders with him and for good reason doesn't want anyone starting a fight in his home. Monika had no intention of starting anything with Servius, she planned to make it out of this hell hole alive if possible. Although she wouldn't admit it deep down she wanted to talk to him, he was the only one in those five years who showed her anything in the way of compassion; the friendly smiles, the thank yous, the not treating her like the dirt beneath his feet. Whether it be her own morbid curiosity as to what's happened to the Legion since she fled or just to talk to someone she knew and doesn't want to kill immediately.

Emil was probably the first stranger who understood to an extent what she'd been through, it was a nice change if she was honest with herself. She probably wouldn't open up about anything, but she guessed he would understand not to pry too deep if she ever said anything else to him. She got up from the floor and turned to Emil. "You want any food or maybe just some booze?" she said with a small smile.
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