Vela stared out into the open expanse of the space that seperated her from the planet she was on. It had been awhile since she had set foot on a planet and yearned for the ability to touch whatever kind of foilage that this planet harbored. It had been nearly six galactic months since her fleeting experience from the Zann Constortium. She had been a leading member in Tyber Zann's Defiler operation and had grown weary of his actual motives. Now, she finds herself in possession of a rather unique holocron. One of a very hold history dating back quite some time. It was valuable and... it was Zann's.
She had setup a contact network over the past few years since the fall of the Empire and she found herself able to get into contact with a rebel agent. In doing so she began the path towards backstabbing the largest criminal in the entire galaxy and she could easily get away with it. Where she lacked in strength she made up in ingenuity and cunning. She finally took a deep breath. She was in her element in space. She was a master pilot and could fly anything from one of Zann's Dreadnaughts to a simple single seated transport.
But, where she was best at was the pilot seat of a heavy fighter. She loved the thrill of it all and although had nearly died on several occasions had more kills then any defiler under her belt. She was one of the best in the Empire before its fall and was even better in the years following in the Zann constortium.She was trained all her life to do what she did and she started young giving her an edge over most of the people who lived in the galaxy today. So, it was with all of this in mind that she descended to the planets surface and exited her ship at the star port.
She looked around as she fixed her outfit. It was abit revealing but it was inconspicuous. But, most of her people were out in the stars far from most of the galactic deals of the day. She was one of the few thats remained in the spot light. She just shook the thought out of her head and walked out of the starport to the designated place of meeting. It was then she caught the motion of a larger ship moving towards the star port and she realized that she was being followed. It didn't matter much. The ship she had was old and out dated let alone fit to be called a fighter. It was horrible to even think she piloted that wreck for as long as she did.
But, it wasnt easily tracked.. meaning she had a hunter after her. Oh, how fun was this going to be. That man had no idea what he was hunting. That hunter was hunting the hunter. Stalking the prey that was not truly what it seemed. Zann probably gave some bullshit bounty on her with fake lists on who and what she was. Well, they would find out the hard way and would most likely die in the process. But, today was a good day and she was feeling rather good about everything. She was in the mood to spare the persons life if they tried to take her alive.
