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A man stood, his face covered in shadows and his body exuding a palpable aura. Grass blackened under his feet as he walked forwards; his black cloak swished to the side as his left hand grabbed a cylinder made of black metal from his belt. The man thumbed the button and a red blade one and a half metres long shimmered into existence with a snap-hiss. The crimson light given off from the blade just deepened the shadows in the hood of the mystery man.
With a slight humming noise the man pointed the blade at a figure on the ground, broken and bloody he didn't stir except to stare with fear at the blade at it arced down and stabbed through his chest. His heart and lungs evaporated as the blade burnt away his life, filling the air with a sickly sweet smell. As the figure on the ground gasped his last his eyes grew dimmer and the black cloaked man laughed and faded into the darkness.
Jerreth awoke with a start and slapped his hands onto his chest, feeling his clothes sodden with sweat. No wound showed and breathing heavily he flopped onto his back, letting his environment filter back in. He was still aboard the small room that he had called home for the past four years, the reassuring thrum of the hyperdrive engines propelling his small craft through the swirling depths of hyperspace resonated through the decks. Getting up with a groan he looked at himself in the mirror, his black hair was unruly from his violent sleep and his cold grey eyes stared back at him with only a slight tinge of redness in them. He was only twenty-eight and considered in the prime of his life but right now he felt five times that. He paced over to the refresher station and had a quick shower before pulling on some fresh clothes. As he was adjusting his blaster belt which held his heavy blaster pistol his eyes settled on the small black wood box on his dresser. It was roughly forty centimetres long and had intricate red runes across the surface. A slight whispering seemed to emanate from the box and he reached out to open it but stopped himself at the last moment.
Turning his back on the box he stalked up to the cockpit, knowing that he would find Jayde there. She turned around as Jerreth walked onto the small cockpit and sat down in the captain's chair. Her eyes tracked him and she spoke softly "More dreams Cap?" Jerreth grunted a reply, his eyes fixed upon the screen in front of him. Jayde knew that this wasn't the time to press him and instead looked at the screens in front of her "Two minutes to realspace reversion. All systems are green"
Jerreth nodded "Good, I'll take her in my self."
Out of the corner of his eye he looked at Jayde. By most men's standards she would be a rare beauty, long dark brown hair and the green eyes of her namesake. Her well-toned body fit snugly into the tight flightsuit that she wore. She caught him looking and smiled slightly before Jerreth looked away. The monitor to his left showed a countdown starting from ten and when it reached zero he pulled a small lever. Instantly the flowing energy that was hyperspace disappeared as the Hell Drake dropped out of hyperspace. His ship, the Hell Drake, was a heavily modified Surronian Conqueror Assault Ship. While only 28 metres long it had fire power, speed and it looked the part with a smooth flowing hull that seemed sculpted. The weaponry consists of a pair of fire-linked ion cannons facing forward as well as a turret-mounted double laser cannon. The laser cannons can be handled from the turret's gunnery position or controlled from the cockpit, although at significantly reduced accuracy.
Jayde spoke "Scanners online, looks like freighter traffic only… hang on we've got a large contact. Looks like a capital ship, sensor profile suggests Frigate or better. Panning visual sensors to location…Corellian Corvette sir, IFF designates it the Harbringer. Should I plot a course out of here?"
Jerreth looked at the ship and shook his head "No, that'll look suspicious. We'll continue on as planned"
He reached over and pressed a button on the console "This is Captain Jerreth Sciopios of the Hell Drake to Solaris control, requesting landing permission"
"Hell Drake this is Control, permission granted. Docking bay 138"
"Acknowledged control. Hell Drake out"
The sleek ship sped through the atmosphere, clouds whipping past its aerodynamic shape. The sensor board buzzed and Jerreth looked at it curiously. Two fighters were hanging back, far away enough to keep from insulting the ships that came in but close enough to warn off potential troublemakers. Slowing the ship down Jerreth banked slowly over the spaceport before settling down with a slight thump. The engines shut down with a whine and the ramp lowered allowing Jerreth and Jayde to disembark, both were armed and they looked about to get their bearings before setting off to the cantina. A press of a button on the remote that he carried closed the ramp so no one could get aboard his ship. Unnoticed by the pair as they made their way through the city, a pair of eyes watched them go and in the depths of the hood a smile formed.