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Starships tended to be cold compared to just abut any planetary environment. Certain worlds like Mygeeto put the proverbial exclamation mark on the fact that there were exceptions to that rule, but it wasn't Mygeeto that Mission had just left, but Mullan. However, despite the swiftness with which th...

Within the inner layers of the plantation house, different rooms had different features, and many were showcases of various sorts, but some were less accessible than others. The one to which Bessell led Mission was clearly one intended only to shared with well-attended guests. The vineyardist placed...

It was early morning in late spring on Mullan's southern hemisphere, which was far better than the eternal frozen dusk of Mygeeto where Mission had spent the last few weeks. Not needing to wear an environmentally sealed body suit was such a novelty by comparison that the young woman had deigned not ...

Epilogue There was nowhere else to run. Every asset he’d accrued over years of labor and careful planning had been captured and frozen – there was nothing left for him to wield, and nowhere left for him to run – Bearden listened to the echoes of blaster fire, and cries of shock and pain in the hall...

There was no more reason for the crew of the Picatinny to flee anymore, so they stuck around to finish refueling their ship and get a bite to eat while the station’s fabrication shop repaired their damaged airlock. Dirk had been tossed in a cell somewhere to await whatever passed for justice in Hutt...

Domine continued to be forthcoming as they sailed through the ether toward Hutt space. As it turned out, they had the same destination, which was likely what had made this fellow “Dirk” choose the vessel he had for his snare ploy. Since they had a head start on the hitman, Domine had offered to cont...

Domine was a pretty delicate individual as it turned out. When he had been dumped on the floor earlier, the impact had knocked him out cold again. When he had woken up, he was laying on a bunk in the medical bay of the Picatinny with two very tall men and a very short woman in frightening armor stan...

“What in the actual hell just happened?” Huilo demanded. He couldn’t manage to sit, so he leaned against the control console of the Picatinny and stared at Mission as the hyperspace tunnel swirled behind him. She sat in one of the passenger seats and looked stricken. She knew he wasn’t just talking...

Life aboard the Picatinny – as the ship turned out to be called – was a pleasant and amusing one for the most part. Mission was quite fascinated to learn that the ship used the strange prongs that constituted its prow to lock onto cargo modules in high orbit and actually push them through space, rat...

At platform 5, Mission scanned her card again, and then rode a lift up to the third deck, where she made her way to dock 13. There was a large service door there, and also a smaller pedestrian door which she was about to open when the service door began to groan open. She stepped back and watched fo...

Once the strike force was behind her, Mission slipped off her helmet, and the pauldron that sported the republic logo, and scraped it off of them both. She wasn’t sure if this armor was exclusive, but she couldn’t help that; what she could help was identifying herself with a government entity beyond...

As it turned out, the priority shipping of the cargo container Mission journeyed to Rodia in had higher quality priority shipping standards than had been expected. After about four hours of rattling, shifting, and the gentle thrum of hyperspace engines, Mission’s ride finally came to an end, and she...

Mission slipped into the warehouse through an open receiving portal and then glanced around. Once she knew where she was, she shadowed her way through the warehouse as quickly as possible. She remembered what Salicia had said about the droids being docile, but she didn’t want to take chances. She sp...

Salicia sat quietly with Joan for awhile. She knew how much was at stake, and how great the need was to keep moving just then, but the speeder could do that for the moment. She tapped in an autopilot course that would get them away from the collar’s last registered location. That was the most import...

Mission rose frantically to her feet and fumbled with the clasp on her bag. She needed her fighting sticks. “Sir?...” Wex was at the door, and he began fumbling with the handle. “Sir I’m sorry, I’m coming in.” “No!” Mission shouted. Wex had the other control to her collar, and if he activated it, he...

As the sun began to settle, Mission emerged from her guest room wearing the dress, shawl, and shoes that had been packed for her. She didn’t like any of them very much, but they were acceptable. She also didn’t much care for the familiarly with which Bearden began to address her again as they rode t...

Mission had real butterflies in her stomach for the first time in several months as she paced around the foyer waiting for Bearden. She had sifted through all three wardrobes in the back room looking for the boots she now wore, and they made hardly any sound as her light footfalls wore a path into t...

The day Mission was set to ride to Jewel City with Bearden, Meridot came and took her to one of the many “decorative” unused rooms in the house. This particular one held a number of deep wardrobes that were all filled with garments which had all either been worn once, or never at all. It was mainly ...

Two days later, Mission beat three security staff in a row on the mat, and managed to wrap herself around the third in a double body-triangle right as one of the watchers activated her collar to try and make her back off. The result was that her death grip only got tighter as her body rolled through...

The days following the quarterly dinner turned to weeks, and as Mission’s anticipation and anxiety over her plan of action built, she found too that a subtle feeling of regret was building in the back of her mind as well. She knew she couldn’t stay here and continue being party to Bearden’s criminal...

It wasn’t hard for Mission to maneuver herself around the edge of Bearden’s work activities when she set her mind to the task. The frightening part for her was how quickly he warmed to the idea of her involvement once she expressed an interest. He seemed to have embraced her cover story more readily...

Some time after the incident in the courtyard, Mission was working house duties with Meridot when they were informed that a few of Bearden’s people would be coming for an informal meeting, and that they needed to prepare some light refreshments. Normally it would have been the kitchen staff’s respon...

The next few weeks were routine enough that Mission almost forgot she was a slave. She had duties, and she had a collar around her neck that could put her in mind numbing pain at a moment’s notice, but she had gotten good enough at the former that she had come to the point of being able to avoid the...

The next few weeks were an existential struggle for Mission, and gave her an immense amount of respect for her fellow Jedi who spent extended periods of time under cover. She was indeed promoted to the security staff - though she kept the decorative control collar for obvious reasons - and began pat...

Two weeks later, a stranger attacked Mission in the courtyard while she sat enjoying a quiet spell between chores. It was a brief altercation, in which she handily defeated her assailant before running to get help. When she arrived back with others, the man was gone, and the security staff had no re...