Exodus {Gabriella, Renata & Zarene}

[Prodigal]

Midway in our life's journey, I went astray
from the straight road and woke to find myself
alone in a dark wood

~ The Divine Comedy, Inferno[/center][/i]

Ever since his altercation with the Jedi and his padawan, Aeron had been on the proverbial run; trusting no one, giving false names, bribery and threats... All of this and more became his modus operandi as paranoia slowly began to creep along his subconscious. Why didn't they continue to send their drones after me? Is this some sort of grand plan based on precognition? Then it struck him, something or someone was blinding them to his comings and goings.. Either that or the Jedi Order had become so inept that they couldn't or wouldn't track down someone who had allegedly slain four of their Order due to more pressing matters "Surely you should have expected that Aeron." His soft voice was filled with loathing as he took a moment to survey the Ko Hentota district of Nar Shaddaa where up till now had kept him and his secrets safe...

Raising the cowled hood of his cloak to shadow his facial features, he continued to walk briskly toward the Burning Deck; a gambling house {hence the name} and Cantina well known among st the Bounty Hunters and their factors within Nar Shaddaa proper. To its credit it held the strong tradition of strict neutrality among st the various criminal factions that that called the crowded moon home. Reminding himself that neutrality only remained as long as there was someone strong enough to enforce it, he permitted himself a slight smile as he absently caressed his goatee in a smoothing fashion while taking in the atmosphere.

No matter how many times he had frequented the place, the decor and the music seemed to change in accordance with who so ever owned the Cantina at the time. Considered a valued commodity; not a standard week went by without it being sold, strong armed or gambled away with the only one true constant remaining being its neutral status {which in-itself provided most of the Cantina's profit margin}. A delighted chuckle seemed to erupt from Aeron as he noted the Twi'Lek dancers still performing their same old routines for the rowdy gamblers and the menacing figures that looked on. Although he wasn't a beast of carnality by any stretch of the word, seeing familiar employees meant that the previous owner { a Boltrunian by the name of Chereg Gar} had still managed to maintain a semblance of control, which also meant that Aeron still had access to his favorite information broker.

Gliding deftly from table to table among st the throng of sentient beings, his hand snaked out to grab the wrist of a Farghul that had accidentally bumped into him. Slowly crushing the aforementioned thief's hand in a grip gained from constant weapon drills and combat, his voice was soft, slow, and methodical "If you attempt that again, I will be sure to mention it to the owner.. He doesn't look to kindly on thieves in his establishment does he little kitten?" Retrieving what had been stolen before casually flinging the cut-purse back into the crowd, he assured himself that all his belongings {what few they were} were where they ought to be as he approached the bar proper.

Motioning toward the Rodian who tended bar, he engaged in a murmured conversation before being pointed the way. Placing a small gift of credits on the counter-top he simply nodded as he made his way down a single hallway that was dimly lit in comparison to the rest of the Burning Deck; a common enough tactic to cause apprehension as well as to deftly hide the surveillance equipment, he had been through the process more then once when he first started using Chereg as his go-between.

Standing nonchalantly in-front of a weathered durasteel door, he waited impatiently as the various scans and counter scans were completed and the hiss of pressurization signaled his permission to enter. Standing in the archway for a moment, he was quickly ushered into a chair and offered repast before business actually took place. Waving off the hospitality in an urbane manner, his eyes merely settled on Chereg for a long moment; no words, no fidgeting in his chair, just his emerald eyes settled upon the proprietor of the Burning Deck.

After the first few stages of uneasiness passed into having taken offense and then into perspiring despite the coolness of the office, Aeron's long time acquaintance broke down and admitted everything. From mentioning to others what Aeron truly was, to the crimes that he had allegedly committed.. Everything seemed to flow out of the Boltrunian like water from the The Room of a Thousand Fountains until Aeron raised a leather encased hand in a motion for silence "How much is your life worth to you Chereg?" Aeron's genial smirk had long since faded from his face as he continued " Think long and hard on this matter; consider everything you have and haven't accomplished before you give me the amount.." Receiving a slack jawed silence for a reply he continued "Come now Chereg, we are both products of this noble society that I have come to know and love and so we haggle for your life, except if I feel you are cheating me..." Looking up at the Boltrunian, his eyes seemed to flash in the dim light of the room "There will be no counter-offer."

With steepled fingers,he awaited the answer while his eyes shifted toward Chereg's hand that was ever so slowly gliding closer to one of the drawers on his Nabbooian oak desk "Oh Chereg, Chereg, Chereg... You should have listened to the rumors you spread." Raising a hand in a lackluster fashion, the door behind him was quickly locked with an adroit manipulation of the Force "If you reach for either a weapon or the activator for an alarm klaxon... I can't be held accountable for my actions." All traces of civility gone from his face he waited to see the outcome, his eyes as hard as agates until Chereg Gar's hand finally rested once more on the top of the hand carved desk.

After a long moment that finally ended in Chereg sliding a datapad across the desk, Aeron smiled appreciatively "There you see? Congratulations you've bought your life debt to me." Waiting to ensure that the credits were transfered he stood with an amicable smile on his features "Incidentally Chereg, I wouldn't suggest hiring people to track me.. Not people you like at any rate." Striding from the office and then the Cantina, he didn't offer a second glance towards the Burning Deck as he made for the Landing pads.. It was time to get off this moon

[sparrow]

Unbeknownst to most of the Burning Deck's customers, located a few floors above was the office of Killric Sarn, a regional under-boss of the galactic criminal organization known as the Exchange. "Who goes there?" the two guards outside the office demanded as Zarene Yin approached. They recognized her immediately as she lowered her veil, and quickly opened the door.

A middle-aged, slightly overweight man with a receding hairline, Sarn was reading balance sheets while sipping Correllian ale when Zarene entered the room. "Is the target dead, Yin?" Sarn asked idly, not even bothering to raise his head from his reading.

"Dead," Zarene replied simply. As she removed her cloak, the garment floated into the air across the room to a waiting hanger on the wall.

"A bit late, wouldn't you say? I expected you back last week."

"I was delayed. Some things cannot be predicted." That was quite true. She had had no idea when she went to Subterrel that she would meet the Sith, much less join them. But Darth Paxis had moved her, inspired her with his promises of a new galactic order, a new era of peace where a cyborg like herself would be able to walk around freely without fear of being ostracized. The power to change the galaxy, in her hands.

"You look different," Sarn said, finally looking up. "Trying a new hairstyle?"

"I am different." With the Sith, she felt more secure, more confident, and the way she stood now seemed to reflect that. She had tied her hair back, instead of having it hang over the side of face like it used to, in a futile effort to hide the burns that covered her right cheek. With the Sith, I don't need to hide anymore. "I'm here to make you an offer, Sarn."

He raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Making an offer to your boss. Now how's that supposed to work?" Nevertheless, he did not like the sound of it, and his hand moved under his desk to rest near a large button that would activate a number of automated guns throughout the room. Zarene Yin was one of his best agents, but she also had a reputation for being a bit mentally unstable. A tigeress on a leash... you can try to train her, but you never know if you're completely in control...

"No need for that, boss. You know those guns have no chance of stopping me anyway. Besides, I'm sure you'll find this offer quite intriguing."

"I'm listening." Sarn leaned forward and folded his hands in front of him, away from the button, knowing full well that if Zarene had wanted his head, she would have had it by now.

"The galaxy is changing. The Sith are rising again, and the old establishment will burn. There's going to be a war, Sarn. Wouldn't you like the Exchange to be on the winning side?"

"You would be dead today if I had not taken your broken body from the battlefield those years ago, and now you're turning on me?"

Zarene chuckled. "I don't forget my debts, Sarn. And Darth Paxis is an honorable man, and will not forget those who have helped him. Think of it as an investment. I know how much you like to invest."

"The Compeer would never...!"

"You're a persuasive man, Sarn. Convince them."

"What would you have us do?"

"Simple. War requires supplies and good logistics. Continue with your smuggling, slaving, and weapons shipments, but make the Sith Order your preferred customer. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of profits for you along the way. The Republic has never given the Exchange an easy time, and the Garbas seem quite intent on closing in on you. You need a way out." She turned towards the door. "I think I already know what your answer will be. But once you know yourself, give me a call." With that she strode out the door, putting her cloak back on and lifting her veil back up on cover the lower half of her face as she descended the stairs and headed for the back door of the Burning Deck. No point in attracting unneeded attention, after all.

She was feeling quite satisfied with herself as she exited the building and walked onto the crowded Nar Shaddaa streets. Things were definitely looking up, she thought. No longer was she some Exchange boss's hunting dog, sent across the galaxy killing whatever targets he specified. With Paxis, she finally had purpose and direction. A... destiny.

Silly girl, you've just traded one master for another. How is this different? That small voice was back, always whispering doubts into her ear, but as always, quickly suppressed again.

[Jace]

Gabriella set the The Unforgiven on the landing platform in Nar Shaada. Her pirate connections and training from her younger days, practically meant that she had been to Nar Shaada before. She easily faked some credentials and landed without much of problem. She got out of the pilot's seat and stretched out. It was a long ride and she had no one to torture on the way here, suffice to say it was quite boring.

Maybe I will go and find a man here, and bring him along with me, I need someone to do. A wide smirk appeared on her face as this thought came to being.

Sadly she had a job to do, and that took precedence. Usually she wouldn't have gone all the way to pick someone up, but Mistress Renata had commanded it. Renata was about the also person Gabriella had ever met that she held respect for.

Gabriella made her way down the landing ramp and onto the landing platform. She did not even need to go search for this person, it was obvious that he eventually had to get off the planet All she needed to do was wait here, offer him a ride off planet, and then they would proceed with the next step. She made her way to the entrance of the landing pad, where someone from inside Nar Shaada would have to come through to get to them. She raised her hood over her head and leaned against the wall.

Lets hope this fool doesn't take too long, or I will have to find some entertainment.

[Prodigal]

Shaking his head in disgust, he listened to the Docking Master that he had bribed to meet him outside the normal parameters, blather on about timings and dates before abruptly turning on his heel and heading for one of the less frequented haunts near by. According to the Devaronian the next transport ship out was due in another three days and yet there had been no doubt in Aeron's mind that the idiot had been either lying or too stupid to read the data roster. Intimidation, however tempting, would have left things memorable while leaving without causing a scene would eventually cause the fool to forget he had ever been there in the first place.

Settling in for what appeared to be the long haul at one of the local hostels, he withdrew a slightly tarnished com-link from one of the few pouches that hung from his belted robes. Absently fondling the small device, his mind slowly began to drift; it had been right after the conflict that day.. Right after his master's assailants had helped him wipe out the ones who had fled from Aeron's righteous anger.. Why he had bothered to pick it up after checking the destroyed base camp made no difference and in-fact Aeron had been surprised as to why he had been keeping it at all; a memento of War or something of that nature he supposed and then he heard her voice.

Dulcet and mercurial in it's tones, coaxing with its insinuations, her words had flashed through his mind at the time like red hot embers in the dark "Yes we fought him, but it was a fight in which both sides realized what was to be gained or lost; your Master Daedar was a warrior and I know he would bare us no malice for this, but those who stood by and did nothing... Those that fled from the conflict, they are the true enemy and deep down... You know the truth of it." For weeks she spoke via com-link and for months he merely listened as she spouted the ideology of the strong; perhaps he should have rid himself of the device and perhaps not, but the fact remained that her words had struck a definite chord.Slowly little by little he began to shift his ideology from merely unbridled and unfocused rage into something cleaner, something much more focused and eventually he knew; the Republic and Jedi Order with its vaunted beliefs of equality and pacifism was wrong.

Motioning for another Johrian whiskey, he absently played with the glass while watching others passed by the small establishment, his mind slowly wandering free from constraints as he strove to remember it all. She had arrived perhaps a few days before the Jedi Adjudicator had arrived to dispense justice and then she was gone again, saying that he had to be ready and willing to make a difference in the Galaxy... That was over three weeks ago and during that time he had maintained his physical fitness and dueling skills, but the thought still cornered him in the back of his mind; what if it had all been a trick? As he watched the riff-raff of Nar Shaddaa scuttle passed, his eyes seem to glance over Zarene for a moment as she sauntered while all others scurried "Hmm probably some hotshot criminal.." Even as he said it, a hand went down under the table, as if to reassure himself that his weapon was indeed still girded to his hip..

[Meira]

Dark Jedi. She had almost become one of them. Unfocused and lost in a galaxy that either didn't care or sought to destroy her. But the fallen Jedi who had been called Pheonix had been able to avoid that fate. Instead, destiny brought her another fallen comrade, and together, they had been reborn. Renata, Dark Lady of the Sith, had purpose, a goal to focus her power on. She was stronger than Phoenix could ever be.

But there was something to be said about the blunt tool that was a Dark Jedi. And today, Renata would put them to the test. All was in order, and soon it would be executed.

The comm flashed as the message came through. A small hologram of a hooded Renata issued forth from the top of the device and delivered the message.

Aeron Creel. Now is the time to prove your worth. Go to the docks. There you will find Gabriella. Your orders will be detailed once you have exited Nar Shaddaa orbit.

And Just as quickly as the comm had come to life, the figure disappeared and the device fell as silent as it had been before.

[sparrow]

The Exchange was not the only reason Zarene Yin had returned to Nar Shaddaa. She had other orders as well. It didn't take very long for her to find him, a tall, muscular man standing near the bar counter with close-cropped dark hair and the kind of trimmed goatee that young men often seemed to grow to attempt to appear older.

There was no mistaking it, the tremor in the Force, the dark side energy that swirled around the man. He had to be the one that she was told to look for. Who he was came as a bit of a surprise though.

"Aeron Creel... not quite the guy I expected...," she said as she approached him. She had not actually known him during her Jedi padawan days, though she had known of him. A most promising Jedi Knight, that seemed to have been the popular opinion of him at the time. So much for the noble Knight, she thought with an amused smile.

But people grew, and changed. The future was always uncertain. Could she have ever predicted where she would be now a few years ago? Definitely not.

Resting a metallic hand on the bar counter, she ordered a small drink which she downed in one gulp, then turned to face Creel. "I assume you've already received a general set of orders. Ready to go when you are."

[Prodigal]

Somewhat lost in his own thoughts once he had received Renata's message, he managed to glance up from his silent revelry as his eyes seemed to travel the length and breadth of Zarene for a long moment. As she mentioned his name, his voice seemed to permeate the relatively silent establishment " Not many here know of that name.. So it raises the question of who you are doesn't it?" Aeron hadn't survived this long without establishing a healthy sense of paranoia and despite her easy-going manner, something nagged at the back of his mind..

Shrugging it off, he made to stand, his movements deliberate and slow "Unless you have some way of proving your affiliations or better still offer me up a name.. Then my business and whatever orders you think I have received are exactly that.. My business." Absently smoothing his goatee he raised the comment "As for being not was expected.. There's an old saying; in appearances place no faith." Still waiting, it was obvious now that he would need more then simple assumption on either his or hers part before he would mention anything else...

[sparrow]

"For someone intent on keeping his business private, you sure talk awful loud, big guy," she replied, idly adjusting her veil. Quite a paranoid guy, she thought, though she knew well from experience that it was justified. But there wasn't much of a way for her to actually prove her current affiliation without doing something that would attract lots of unwanted attention, but perhaps if she chose her words carefully...

"But let's just say that a friend of your friend over the comlink..." Paxis had told her briefly about the woman, and the fact that she had been in communication with this man. The comlink in his hand only confirmed. "... said that I was supposed to meet you and some white-haired old lady near the docks for a visit to the farm." Okay... that sounded better in my head, but unless he's dense, I think he'll get the point. "Formal introductions can wait until hyperspace, I think, so unless you wanna spend the next hour standing in this bar scratching your beard, let's go." With that, she headed towards the door.

[Prodigal]

Chuckling slightly at Zarene's roundabout description, he merely offered a faint nod as he strode out of the hostel toward the Landing Pads. If she kept up great, if she dawdled then .. Ah well.

Not taking anything for granted or Zarene for a fool, his paranoia seemed to shift toward a more applicable meaning; due diligence. Checking the co-ordinates and the missive he had received, the location of Gabriella's ship wasn't that great of a matter to deduce. Approaching the Unforgiven, he didn't waste time with idle banter but instead looked for the captain in question...

[Jace]

Gabriella watched as the two strode like a bunch of fools right into the landing platform and straight towards her ship.

how careless she thought with a derisive snort.

She shrugged it off, and walked towards the pair from behind, they were obviously looking around for her.

"The Unforgiven is about half as good looking as me, and that is one good looking ship" She stated with a wry smile on her face.

She wasn't one for wasting time, and walked up the ramp and into the ship, motioning for the other two to follow her. She quickly closed the entrance/exit ramp and began preparations to take off. She felt they needed to get off this rock and they needed to do it fast. She also didn't feel safe talking until they were in hyperspace, she was a cautious woman.

They were now out of Nar Shaada's orbit, the coordinates for the hyperspace jump already in, and so they were off. Once they were in hyperspace she walked up to the other two, messed with her hair for a second and then spoke.

"As you both well know, I am Gabriella, and we have orders. Do either of you have any questions before I brief you on what we will be doing?"

Gabriella wasn't trying to make friends here with some light chat, they had a job to do, and she would rather just do it and be done with it.

[sparrow]

Zarene appeared quite relaxed as she walked towards the landing platform, but her eyes quickly scanned the area, and her hand rested close to her blaster. It was quite the fancy vessel, much shinier than the bolt buckets that comprised most of the other ships in the dock. The ship's there,... but where's the pilot?

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something behind her. A flicker of movement... The blaster jumped from its holster into her hand.

Sneaky girl,... she thought as Gabriella made her presence known. She's as modest as the ship is discreet.... Quickly sizing up the new arrival, she followed her along with Creel onto the ship. The Echani was fairly short and petite woman, with all-white hair as was common of her species, long and braided. Doesn't look like much, but if her reputation is accurate, then she'll pull her weight.

Once on the ship, Zarene removed her cloak and veil, the need for concealment gone now. "No I don't have any questions," she said, responding to the Echani girl's questions. "What I do need is a map of our destination and any information on the area you might have in here." The trip would be long, with their destination located clear on the other side of the galaxy, and she intended to be prepared when they landed.

[Prodigal]

Aeron had remained silent throughout the witty banter Gabriella offered and merely followed suit as Zarene stepped within The Unforgiven. Waiting for Gabriella & Zarene to sort out their own particular pecking order, his words came out soft and yet crisp and to the point " All my questions can wait until we receive our orders, I'm not one to ask about peoples feelings or how their journey has been."

Sliding into the co-pilot's chair, he waited silently, even if his mind was constantly active. Having met Gabriella a few weeks prior when Renata had introduced them to each other, she was no doubt attractive physically but something about her screamed ugliness spiritually.. Then again they were all damaged or molded by events were they not? Waiting for his briefing to begin, his eyes seemed to rest on Zarene for a long moment, noting her scars and the cybernetic enhancement; it seemed that this one knew conflict.. It would put them all in good stead once issues arose, and they always arose when dealing with the Dark-side...

[Jace]

Gabriella didn't really expect any of them to have anything else to say, but she figured she might as well have asked. She had details to what they needed to do, she just hoped she didn't have to plan out everything too, that would be troublesome.

"Alright listen up, our mission is going to be quite fun, but it could get dicey fairly quick."

She pointed to a Hologram of the Agri Corps facility on Bakura and continued

"This is our target, the Republic Agri Corps facility on Bakura in the Outer Rim. As you both may know, this is where Jedi who have failed to attain masters are sent. Mistress Renata feels that we can find many new recruits here for whatever uses she deems necessary. We are to neutralize whatever republic forces may be at the facility, and then 'persuade' as many young ones as we can to come with us.

If we keep this quiet, the Republic will never know anything has gone wrong until its too late. Yet I don't want to bank on this hope, so lets do this as fast as possible. As much as I would like to stay behind and torture every being there, we have a timetable to keep with.

Do either of you have a plan on to how we approach this mission?"

She finished with that question and stepped back so the other two could study the facility closer. She almost felt something akin to pain at the thought of not being able to torture all those young ones for days and days.

[Prodigal]

Lost in thought as soon as the Agri-corps were mentioned, Aeron subconsciously steepled his fingers while Gabriella began her briefing. Only when she was finished did he deign to speak in that infuriating soft tone of his "Agri-corps, how ironic."

Looking toward the other two members of this coup, he smiled ever so briefly "I would think Gabriella, that one of us should maintain a gentle bearing.. Zarene is out for obvious reasons as am I." Glancing at Zarene, he interjected before she could possibly offer a bitter or caustic reply " Our demeanors and the way we present ourselves screams violence whereas Gabriella seems able to provide a more amicable facade then either of us."

Leaning back in his seat for a moment he rapped his steepled fingers against his chin "Focus more on the teenagers and middle aged.. Most of them should be bitter enough with their lot in life to aspire toward something greater then the illustrious Agri-corps has to offer." The last portion of his statement was rife with venomous sarcasm as he continued to think things through "A few kind words, gentle understanding" He chuckled slightly "It should prove more then enough.."

Absently licking his lips, he continued on with his ideas, waiting at each critical moment for anyone to interject or object respectfully "The trick is to have them want to join us instead of forcibly coercing them, breaking a persons hold on a belief is time consuming and trust me when I say that there should be plenty of sentients there that are disillusioned.. Those who won't willingly accept should be judged by their strengths and their convictions... Those who seem to stubborn to be coerced should be silenced so we leave no trace." His cold, almost callous mentioning of murder seemed a far cry from the Jedi Knight who once was, indeed it seemed that any vestiges of the Jedi code had been long since forgotten.

"Are we three the only ones involved, or are we going to have a strike team? Remember that these people were once younglings and have a basic understanding of the Force. One would pose no threat, but five acting in concert would prove.. Troublesome." Glancing at the technical read-out he waited for an answer or any other type of suggestion before he offered up anymore of his ideas to the others.

[sparrow]

Zarene nodded. "I've been told that we'll have a small strike team and number of droids at our disposal, which we'll rendezvous with near Bakura. For the attack, we need to do this in a way that won't alert the Republic or the Jedi." Working with the Exchange had given her a wide array of experience, but this operation was a good bit bigger than any she had undertaken before. She was only really interested in the taking the base part of the mission. Gabriella could have all the time trying the persuade the Agri-corps members for all she cared.

Thinking out loud at this point, she continued, "If we can get one of you into the base... disable the communications at night and open the door for the rest of us... then the base should go down easy."

She leaned forward, closely examining the holo of the base while idly thumbing one of her blasters. The complex was located in a remote region, far from any other settlements. Anyone approaching the base would definitely be met with suspicious questions as to where they came from, unless... "The base receives periodic shipments of supplies and pickups of the food that it produces. If we can take one of these transports and replace the crew..."

[Jace]

Gabriella listened to both Aeron and Zerene as they outlined the various parts of the plan.

"Well it looks like I have to do all the hard work, coercing people to do something without torture. I can do it, but it takes all the fun out of it. Though the thought of recruiting more puppets for Mistress Renata does sort of warm the little cockles of my heart." She said with a grin forming on her face.

That grin of hers continued to grow as Aeron mentioned getting rid of those who could not be coerced into joining them.

Ahh soo all fun is not lost she thought.

She listened to the rest of the plan that Zerene was outlining. It was all relatively routine stuff, things would go smooth if they shut down communications.

"We should be able to get on Bakura relatively easily if we commandeer one of those supply ships. Then one of us will slip in and take out communications while the rest of the strike team remains hidden near the facility. I think that about covers everything...I think we should be on our way then"

She went over and hopped into the pilots seat, and then began the procedure for hyperspace Jump.

"Zerene tell Aeron where we are to rendezvous with the strike team so he can put it in the nav system."

[Prodigal]

Aeron had been listening intently while both Zarene and Gabriella expanded upon the basic ideas he had suggested and smiled faintly as he absorbed both their ideas and the technical readout they had been provided. Noting the communications array when they had brought it up in discussion he merely commented "Give me two men and I'll ensure the communications are down for the interim... I would have suggested setting up a looped message explaining away a disaster or a sudden evacuation but.. I don't have the knack for such things."

Glancing at the two women for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly "You realize that our time there will be finite, the Order will surely send a representative or two.. All the better to ensure that their tiny fiefdom isn't being disrupted, we will have to be ready to leave at a moments notice."

Waiting at the ready to punch in the co-ordinates when they were given, he began to focus on several contingencies "If anything Ladies, we should have hostages primed.. The Order is so adamant about preserving innocent life, there's no reason why we shouldn't indulge their inherent need."

[sparrow]

"Then let us hope that Gabriella is as good at persuasion as she says she is," Zarene said with a slight smirk, "And as long as we get that communications array down in time, then we should be in and out before the Republic realizes what's happened." That was the plan anyway, but experience had taught her that fate always seemed to have the nasty tendency of sticking a hydrospanner into even the most thought-out schemes. However, until that happened, they could only go through with the plan and hope for the best. "Now, unless anyone needs to speak their mind about anything else," she said while handing Aeron the coordinates, "then let's be off. My trigger finger is itching."

(OOC: unless you folks had anything else in mind for your characters, I think this about wraps this thread up. On to Bakura!)