Aboard the Y164 slave transport, Brezak, its Zygerrian crew were preparing for the arrival of their prey. On the bridge stood its captain, Seuna Misoro. She wore thick, heavily-padded armour and had a blaster carbine and a shock whip clipped to her belt. Her long, red hair was tied back into five long ponytails.

The ship had at one point belonged to the fleet of Orgo the Hutt, before Seuna Misoro and her crew had bought it off him. Krewe had wanted to steal it and kill its crew, but Misoro quickly shot that harebrained plan down. Very few people stole from the Hutts and lived to tell about it, even Zygerrians.

"Are we all prepped and ready?" Misoro asked her first mate, Feldspar.

"Yes, ma'am, we're good to go. I've made sure all our boys are fielding stun net launchers as well as their blasters. And of course, I've made it very clear that the senators are not to be harmed." Feldspar stood at attention, his arms clasped behind his back.

Feldspar had at one point in his life been a member of the Sky Guard. He still wore his armour, and the insignia of the Guard, a brezak skull, was proudly embossed on his shoulder pads. He had ditched the traditional helmet in favour of a metal faceplate, however, and much of the rest of his head was concealed by the full bodysuit that he wore under his armour. Only his yellow eyes and a small patch of skin around them were exposed.

"I don't think I like this plan," a voice from behind the two spoke up.

Misoro saw Feldspar roll his eyes as the two slowly turned to face the speaker.

Krewe was a mountain of a Zygerrian, standing just shy of two meters tall. Equally as impressive as his height was his girth, Krewe was noticeably rotund. Thick, braided hair and a ponytail flowed down to his shoulders, save for a space where a metal plate covered the right side of his skull, and a long, drooping moustache sat limply on his face. An eyepatch covered his right eye, though jagged, savage looking scars crept out from under it.

"The plan will work, Krewe, don't worry about it. I've been assured that everything will work out the way I want it to." Misoro shot Krewe a sharp glance, not quite frowning at him.

Krewe looked unconvinced, evidently not taking the hint. "How do we even know for sure that the ship will breakdown? It'd be safer to just set up a gravity well station and wait."

Misoro balked at that suggestion. "Place a gravity well projector along the Hydian Way? Don't be stupid, we'd catch the Senators, and about a thousand other ships. And some of those ships would be heavily armed and have no tolerance for slavers."

Krewe looked as if he were struggling to supress a scowl. After a moment, Misoro could see that he was biting down on his cheek. Finally, he nodded. "Right," he grunted, avoiding eye contact with his captain.

"Krewe, go check your equipment. I don't want any mistakes, not now that we're so close to getting underway." Feldspar ordered, his tone sharp.

Krewe's remaining eye darted to Misoro, who gave him a very slight nod. "Yeah, fine." And at that, Krewe turned and stormed off, moving surprisingly quickly for a man of his size.

Feldspar moved to stand behind Misoro. "I really don't know why you haven't killed that idiot yet."

Misoro shrugged. "Krewe's a loyal beast, and that makes up for his lack of brains. Barely," she said.

Feldspar grunted, his eyes suggesting that he was thoroughly unconvinced. "If you say so."

"How's our prisoner doing?" Misoro asked, eager to change the topic. She could feel a headache coming on, caused by the previous subject.

Typically, a Y164 could ferry over a thousand slaves, but presently, the Brezak was only holding one. Albeit, one that could pay off very well, if sold to the right person.

Feldspar grunted. "Mouthy, we still can't get him to shut up. Most people would have learned after first beating, but not this one."

"Well, beat him some more if necessary, but keep him breathing. Porla the Hutt will pay very good money if we deliver this one alive. Not necessarily completely intact, but alive at least. Remember that." Misoro jabbed her finger at her lieutenant for emphasis.

To his credit, Feldspar neither blinked nor backed away. "Understood ma'am."

Misoro stepped back and nodded. "Good. Go check on him now, we have some time before they get here."

"Ma'am." Feldspar nodded, before spun around and walked curtly out of the bridge.

Misoro turned and stared out the viewport, looking out into the emptiness of space. Watching. Waiting.

This was looking to be a very profitable venture.