Ryloth's Open Orbit

Metis was back to her usual bubbly self and happily exploring her new home. It was cold onboard the ship bound in space, so she had taken to wearing a jacket over her normal attire (much to the disappointment of some of the crew). It was certainly a new experience. Even though she had lived for a time aboard her own ship, it was tiny compared to the Lucrehulk. She'd gotten lost a few times already, wondering the corridors and mentally mapping the ship. But she knew knowing this hulking vessel would come in handy someday. In her time wondering she had come up with a plan for how she would spend at least some of the money she had been payed for helping secure this ship. She would buy as many slaves as she could and then free them and give them paying jobs hosting the various bars that would soon be opening on board. But the plan was shifted from her mind as she ended up exiting a corridor and into one of the hangers. This is where she saw her master, now openly going by Scar, and one of the other higherlings that had stuck around after the job. Curious as ever, she made her way over, hands in her jacket pockets, and slid into the conversation as casually as teens in the school hallways. Oh yeah, but the aft's still a mess, so I'd avoid going back there unless you've gotta.

Draven gave a shrug as Scar spoke. "At least we have a hyperdrive." He then gave a smirk as he looked at the hull that made up the hangar. "Having something like this would have been quite the boon in my younger years. A mobile base that made grabbing cargo much easier as well as better handling any resistance we encountered. Sith always were a pain to deal with. Still, giving it a bit more juice doesn't hurt. We don't need anyone being able to easily catch up to us when we need to move suddenly."

Their conversation was slightly interrupted when the voice of another cut through the area. With a slight roll of his eyes and a smirk, Draven turned his gaze towards Metris. "Guess it's a good thing I don't need to go back there much. Then again, I guess we could ask what all you do over there when not working to know that so well?" It was but a slight tease, but the truth was an obvious one. Constant work and renovations made it easy to determine the state of things. Then again, he was certain there more than a few who would hope for the suggestion.

He then looked back at Scar when he spoke of their location. "There is certainly no rest for the wicked. Between repairs and additional work, we'll all be begging for a vacation soon enough. A few more months and this place should begin seeing real action. Give us some downtime while gaining a small cut of profits from whatever gets set up. Then it can be back to business as usual. Perhaps I can get some jobs that'll really bring in some special goodies."

When the foursome of warships that made up Kel-Sin's raiding fleet emerged from the corridors of hyperspace, the towering metal figure of Krell could be found standing upon the bridge of the Event Horizon, staring out the viewport at the planet coming into view. While there appeared to be a ring of green around the world's equator, what he mostly saw was a ball of rusty brown, typical of what one would expect of a planet rich in spice. The bridge crew stared nervously at the terror-inspiring warbot, disturbed somewhat by the gruesome rotting bits that decorated his alchemical armour. A spike covered gauntlet closed around one of the severed heads hanging from hooks at his waist and yanked it free with a wet wrench. He'd need to make room for new additions. In his cybernetic mind he could already imagine what he'd look like with twi'lek head tails dangling down towards his knees. Soon he'd have the chance to make it a reality. A dark iron shod boot came down and crunched the cadaverous part beneath his heel, rubbing the rotting residue into the deck plate.

Beeps and alerts sounded from several of the tactical displays as Ryloth's defense force began to move on an intercept course for the fleet. It was a small scattering of patrol boats and a number of older model starfighters, too much to actively ignore but not a serious threat if the ships under Kel-Sin's command chose to take them head on.

The main concern was maintaining their anonymity. At the moment the galaxy at large was not aware of the Sith Eternal's existence and the Supreme Leader wanted it to stay that way, at least for now. They'd either have to kill any witnesses or conceal their actions when they reached the surface and began their harvest in earnest.

A wicked gleam from the hulking technological terror's crimson photo-receptors made it clear to all on the bridge what Krell's preference was. The wraith trapped within his armoured housing shrieked into the aether, hungry for fresh souls. A crackle of static preluded the warbot's booming voice coming from the audio-output device within his helm.

"So what's the plan?"