It was a dark night on Vatuan. Barely any stars could be seen in the sky because the planet was so far from everything. Vatuan was known for its harsh criminals and devastating poverty, which was ironic, as the planet had been a well off, tranquil place before the galra had invaded and turned it into a military base. In the cities where the galra installations were absent, gamblers and robbers ran rampant in taverns and casinos that lined the maze of streets in the cities that had never heard law. The largest of these cities was Shein, the largest trading centre of the Unilu. Nobody apart from the devastatingly poor lived here, it was known as the Home of Cholera, as it rarely had access to the things that even remotely well-off people took for granted. The only other 'Jobs' that were available, apart from recruiter (Picking up drunks and handing them to the nearest cruiser port, where they would be automatically hired as sentries against there will), were pickpocket, casino boss or landlord. The most popular 'Job' was pickpocket, so nobody left Shein with the same amount of belongings they had coming there, if the were lucky enough to escape alive. The alleyways were lined with bounty hunters, most likely being paid very large amounts of money by the galra generals who wanted people dead or captured alive, to be killed later in the fashion that the payer had specialised.
It was a ghastly place. Of all the alleys webbed Shein, all of them were dotted with smokers and bars. No one who wanted to get away sober and with money would go there. However, there was one.
A cloaked woman walked through these alleyways. Her figure was tall, slim, and she had a gun strapped to her belt. No one approached her, and she approached no one.
Eventually, Mira stopped outside a broken gambler's house, and sat in the corner of
the room. She watched as people lost and won at cards, argued about politics, and got as drunk as it was possible to be. At least a quintant passed before the drunken gamblers (or at least, those who could stand up) left with their empty purses. Mira stood up from the worn leather chair she was sitting on and tiptoed up the private staircase that led to the head office. She listened at the boss' door for around two doboshes, making sure she was alone up there, then opened the door and went straight to the computer desk. After searching and finding a dusty post-it with the username and passcode written on it in the desk's top drawer, Mira logged in as the landlord, then she went to where the private files were. After a varga and a half, she found the file she was looking for.
Keith Kogane and Acxa Kogane imprisonment Information [CLASSIFIED]:
* Kept in prison 6-GH-23
* Captured by the Empress Honerva's Loyal servant Karr
Consider abduction [SUCCESSFUL]
She printed the file, then deleted it. No one could know who she was searching for.
Mira ran out of the gambler's house, and jumped on her hoverbike. She then drove home.
When Mira was ten years old, she woke up from the sound of smashing glass in the middle of the night, and her father and aunt were nowhere to be seen. Mira ran to the window, only to see them tied unconscious on the back of an aeroplane. She cried out and her grandmother rushed in. Nothing could be done.
Back at the house, Krolia was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Mira to get home. She was scratching the metal of the table with a pencil, drawing pictures of Earth. It was one place she found peaceful. At least, the Earth that wasn't now a galra slave import station. There was a rattle of keys in the lock of the front door, and Krolia got up to greet Mira. Instead, Mira pushed her away and ran upstairs to her room. Krolia sighed, Mira used to be so close to her, but now, for all Krolia knew, she spent her days in taverns around Shein, picking up drunks that lay on the sidewalks and driving them to the nearest galra faction for hire. She went to bed. Tired, old, and on the run from the galra yet again