In the Year of 3028...

Within this galaxy, bandits reign. As the year 3028 fast approaches, tensions between the two pundit legions of the Beta and Gamma sectors of the Lyliath interplanetary system wreak havoc upon the economically unstable. The smuggling cartels carry enormous amounts of contraband over boundary lines — namely, the most recent aspiration in genetic engineering: Synthetic Plasmic Rhydondra, or [SPR]. Contained in small, clear vials of crystalline colors, each injection contains a unique, body-altering side-affect. But it comes with a cost. The replacement of one chromosome causes the occurrence of an anti-affect, or rather, a negative side-affect. If one were to take multiple vials, then with the replacement of multiple chromosomes comes weakness with the strength.

  When the classic Plasmic Rhydondra [PR] vials were commercially released in 3003, beings flocked to the distribution center in hopes of acquiring a new-found power; riots broke into the building, stripping the center of its named product, leaving the thieves stuffing their pockets with odds and ends. Through this method, vials were distributed across the black market sectors for absurdly high prices, and a term was coined for those lucky enough to inject. Phantasmics were the new age breed. With this came the birth of a form of space piracy like none had seen for centuries.

  Soon after the distribution of [PR], the project was terminated due to an overlooked malfunction; in most cases, [PR] users perished merely weeks after injection, for the chromosome switch replaced either a major bodily function or created susceptibility to foreign disease. As injected numbers fell, [PR] vials dwindled in number.

Phantasmics in 3028 are a rare breed; they carry a shared special ability — luck. Researchers seek out survivors to deconstruct genetics; overlords and generals seek them for power. Most live on the run, are in hiding, or have transformed into bandits themselves, smuggling [SPR] — an underground line of body enhancement drugs. Though similar in nature to [PR], [SPR] contains a less pure strain, resulting in a 98% (for one strain) survival rate, but at lesser power than Phantasmics. Manics, though with lesser powers, tend to take in multiple strains to push bodily limits and increase potential power.
                       
  With the fall of the Beta Crypt ringleader Aegeon Kah comes the dawning of power of the Gamma Centurion warlord, Jaqre Y’khan, a tyrannical beast of a man bent on total monopoly of the sectors. With the Beta throne for the taking, some choose to fight for one side; some elect to fight for a cause; others fight for survival.        

  Which do you choose?

The faint, familiar wisp of darkness welcomed the hooded figure; fresh scents of dampened alleys invited her deeper into the inner city. Paved roadways glistened with freshly-fallen mist as her boots creaked with each broad step. A metallic jingle clinked against her hip, muffled by the overcloak. As a damp shiver traveled down her spine, the pedestrian shrugged her shoulders as her broad hands traced the pocket linings of her cargo shorts.
The endless rows of street luminescent orbs towered above her, peering into her deep gray eyes before she shielded them against the fading glow of the public streets. Muttering a curse under her breath at the horrid weather, she tromped through the streets — past the shoppers; past the workers returning home; past the street vendors and their pickled rubidius and freshly-steamed "organic" wares. With a wrinkle in her nose and hurried step, she swiveled to the left down an unkempt pathway. The wafting scent of the horrid merchant wares clutched at the ends of her coat, all but directly pulling her backward. She spat and dipped her head, uttering a curse once more as she kicked her foot into a stagnant puddle.
Droplets splashed before her as she blinked the shrinking light from her eyes. Her ears pricked at the faintest motion of insects residing in the cracks of the dilapidated apartments. Far above the city rose the quarters of The Council, its towering façade a peaked steeple illuminated in the firefly glow of the orbs surrounding. One window on the far right had yet to be extinguished; one unfortunate soul meant to suffer for falling behind in work. View of the tower shrank as the buildings surrounding the hooded figure closed in slowly, rising high and near-covering the bright red stars above.
The Capital certainly had the greatest view of all the planets in the system — save for the blasted lights. The constant lights. Endless night. The Capital dotted its crooks and crannies with glowing luminants; the view from above depicted a mainframe pattern of activity and light. With its inhabitants from all planets and lifestyles, night felt like constant day — a true city with no sleep.
Turning another sharp corner, a small stairwell greeted her; descending, she knocked upon the door, shifting her weight uncomfortably in the dank as a few words were exchanged and she gained entrance.
More lights greeted her as the hood dropped, the piercings dangling from her ears clinking in satisfaction at the warmth of the enclosure. A soft, green hue radiated around the room, its distribution calculated and precise. Chattering and jargon spattered to and fro as she sidled up to the tall counter top, slid into the chilled seat and ordered a tall pint of Orbit from the bartender.
From the corner drew forth yet another figure, slightly smaller in physique, yet with long fingers sharp as the knife in her back pocket. It crept into the stool beside her, its voice hushed as it passed a hurried word through the opening of the hood. She nodded in response, her eyes brooding as she untied the knot across her neck and her cloak slid like the flow of night onto the floor. The figure's light muscles ran across her back, exposing the large brand across the top right.
The stranger beside her nodded after a few seconds, then addressed her once more.
"Y'lynne." She stated flatly as she reached toward the pouch strung across her belt loop and tossed it toward the quiet one. It convulsed, almost painfully, as the long claws grasped and buried it deep within the confines of its personal being.
Y'lynne detested using her name when doing business, but this time, she could make an exception for one who would not remember it much longer. She bit the side of her lip as the stranger once more reached into the robe folds hiding the treasure she sought.
It was then that the entrance opened once more, and the briskness of the outside world dusted across the aged counter tops. From outside, a commotion began stirring.

Floating in space in the ship Stellick Qomorah woke up lazily at about 10 am . In her captains quarters she awoke with messy blue hair and half open yellow eyes that looked at her calender in a blur ; today would be "The Day". Today was the day she was going to start her adventure , go were she wanted without any restraints. While getting ready (and as she broke free from her slumber) she but on her normal captain garb and set toward her ships control panel . Sitting down in the captains chair she couldn't help but feel a rush of her memories over come her. How she got into this very spot in her life due to a freak unfortunate events that became outstanding to her . Though ,to her, maybe those events weren't as unfortunate  as most would think . She had her own ship with a decent amount of living supplies , she had money that Jack had given her before he left  , and she had freedom. Many people in the galaxy now a days hardly have any of these things. *Sigh* she exclaimed. All this was possible to her thanks to jack stellick but it was also her burden. Thinking about Jacks past hurt her because of the things he did before were , to put lightly , highly illegal . She grew up next to the man who would be one of the most fearsome bandit captains in the gamma sector , as well as one of many of Jaqre Y’khan's favorite tools. Jack smuggled goods from all over the galaxy from one place to another and saved all "Precious Cargo" for Jaqre. Being only a little girl jack never showed that side to her .... but she did manage to see it .
   
    Since Qomorah was small she was put in charge of cleaning the metallic floors and door phases on the ship. She didn't know better and went into the main dock station , as she was lost, but unfortunately found the captain with his hands around the throat of one of the crew members . She gasped at the sight and ran far away and tried to erase what she saw , but couldn't. She never knew if he had actually killed the man or not , but when jack was serious he had a dead look in his eye that Qomorah could never under look. But as many hard times in her life she had there were more than enough good times. As jack grew older Jaqre seemed to call on him less and less in time . Now thinking about it she assumed that PR had become a rarity in the bandit trade and therefore Jarqre didn't need Jack anymore. Jack in his time of smuggling had obtained a sturdy amount of riches which Qomorah had seen him take his share before he retired. Being left with a decent amount herself from jacks will Qomorah gave alot to the crew as well when she let them leave their contacts. She didn't want to endanger anyone any further than the previous captain , and she would call her crew when in need . Though some she would never see some of the crew again , most  saw Qomorah as a amazing person who they could call a good friend. Without Jacks crew her ship became  empty , which was why she decided that today was the day . Today she wanted to find a crew , but one with no ordinary people. She wanted to find phantasmics and manics . She thought it over and over again in her mind that there has to be a reason why those little vials of power where so important . . .  .

    Since jacks retirement and the leaving of his crew she had big shoes to fill. The ship the stellick was a ship that once brought fear to people in the gamma sector and it wasn't going to clean itself . Qomorah didn't want people to fear her , she decided she was going to be different . She wasn't going to be a salve to her past like Jack . With her new powers she was going to make her own future,starting today. As the memories came she shed some tears but was filled to the brim with confidence. Moving forward in her seat she stared at the ships galactic map . Now all she has to do is find a planet to start her search , but which one she didn't know. "Well .... " she closed her eyes. " I guess ill start with ... this one?" she questioned herself as she clicked on a random planet on her map. The ships thrusters started to rumble and she immediately took off with a smile on her scaly face.

Omniel pulled her the hood of her jacket up to cover more of her face. She knew that this meeting would be dangerous, but to protect her business and take care of her family she would do anything. Hiding her identity would make it easier for them to disappear should she not return.
Walking down the poorly shaded alley Omniel wondered why anyone would want to live on this godforsaken desert planet. Always hot and bright. No shade but for where the building momentarily and spottily blocked out the sun. She wished for the cool breeze of her home planet and the soft grey of the city. Not this bright and harsh light that blinded her and made her vulnerable to attack. Glancing from side to side, Omniel knocked thrice on a plain, indistinguishable door. It slid open with a hiss and cool, filtered air rushed out at her. She stepped inside and was blinded by the darkness.
Her ears twitched trying to pick up any sound while she waited for her eyes to adjust. Two people were breathing on either side of the door and she could hear three other in front of her. She tensed up some and wished that she had brought at least one person from her small fleet with her, but she had been told to come alone.
“So you’re the one who will take Aegeon’s place? You don’t look like much,” a gravelly voice said in the darkness. As Omniel’s eyes began to adjust she found that she still couldn't tell what the speaker looked like. They sat in the back of the room where none of the light touched. “Can you speak?” the voice barked. “Yes, but I rather prefer to see who I’m dealing with,” Omniel spoke and shifted her eyes from person to person in the room. As they laughed, she finally spotted in the darkness the shape of the person she was speaking to. They were quite large, but soft looking all at the same time. She couldn't make out any of their features beyond the outline of the person. “You’ll do nicely,” they said, “You will be contacted and until then continue on with your smuggling and try not to get killed.” With that last word Omniel was grabbed and tossed back out in the light and heat.
She hit the ground and rolled over onto her feet in one quick movement just as the door closed. She stood there and stared at it for a moment pondering what had just happened. She shook her head and pulled the hood back up to shade her eyes as she walked back out towards the market place.
Omniel stopped at a merchant’s stall. They sold clothing and the soft dark green of pair of arm sleeves caught her eye. It was the exact color that always reminded her of Mirteth. Michael’s birthday was soon and she still had not gotten him a gift. She touched the smooth fabric. She started as she realized what it was. It wasn’t fabric it was armor from Mirteth. Made as soft as clouds and it could deflect shots from a blaster and blade. Omniel knew that it would be perfect for Michael with his fragile body. While he could knocked down buildings with a single thought his body would bleed dry with a tiny nick. Something like this could save his life and she wasted no more time thinking about it and bought them. She loved her son and would do anything to protect him no matter the cost.

A series of resounding bangs greeted the room, which was now hushed. The music had stopped. The lively atmosphere had vanished and was replaced with a thick, stagnant air that was difficult to pass through the lungs. Metallic clunking pierced her hearing as small dents began to form in the entrance. Y'lynne snatched up her cover from the floor and fastened it over her shoulders, then drew the hood over her face while taking care to not snag it on her piercings. From inside the tavern, everything was constricted as wide eyes searched amongst themselves for meaning and reason.

The front door then burst inward with a sickening crack by a mighty kick, and the dust flittered, racing around the room before settling atop the counter. Chips of metal clinked across the floor as two figures loomed through the cavern they had created. The Ngmoran felt her throat tighten as if a noose were slowly being wrapped across it. She glanced over her shoulder, but the stunted man had vanished from sight. As she tightened her grasp, she felt the press of leather against her palm. During her concentration he had thankfully slipped what she had come for between her thick fingers.

As the world felt as if it were shifting on an axis, the first figure entered the small enclosure — most likely 6 1/2 feet tall, muscular, human. Manageable. His eyes shifted backward as his companion ducked through the door. He, on the other hand was a piece of work at nearly 7 1/4 feet tall, bug-eyed, and exoskeleton-y — a a type-D Tharoxian. Y'lynne cursed under her breath but dared not move.

After the due pressed farther into the building, they began scanning the crowd with suspicion, brushing past the slowly shifting bodies. Y'lynne moved carefully, tracing the edge of the crowd. The music was toned down, but the electric bass lowly vibrated the ground and muffled the steps beneath her. As she kept her distance from the pair, she slipped out the door and walked briskly toward the light of the streets.

Smirking softly, she hurriedly stowed the treasure into the folds of her outfit and moved at a steady pace. A shout from behind indicated that someone had given her away, possibly by inquiry by the human — not the hardest thing to spot a 6"2' blue-gray Ngmoran with a gang tattoo. She trotted forward and glanced behind her to view the duo emerging from the shaded area of the alley.

"Fantastic," she grumbled to herself as she broke into an all-out sprint. Her large feet, almost like trampolines, propelled her forward with great speed as she rounded the corner toward the market district. The smooth pavement below made barely a sound, muffled and light. Twisting through the waste dumps and organic compactors set out by the residents, she could make out the outline of the vendors from just beyond the bend. If she could just lose herself in the crowd — surely they wouldn't recognize her with such a crowd.

As Y'lynne rounded the corner, however, she felt her body collide with another, and she was sent landing on her backside. Ouch.

It was evening in the Capital city that never sleeps, or at least Zephir believed it to be evening, the always looming night made it impossible to tell. So many people crowded the market square, he almost felt the on-coming claustrophobia set in. He checked his watch, and nodded when he saw that he was right, a small smile lighting his face.

After standing in front of a questionable food cart for a moment, he had decided that his hunger overrode any sense of suspicion of the quality he would get from there. Plus, he had just finished a pretty respectable job, and decided he had money to spend. He ordered his food, and hung back for a few moments as the cart owner fished three sticks of meat with some sort of glaze, sprinkled with some sort of seeds from the bowels of the cart.

Zephir gladly paid and accepted the tray of meaty objects from the very stern food vendor, smiling once again. He retreated a ways away, inhaling one of his treasures without tasting much except sweet and grease, yum.

He idly browsed the market, nothing really catching his eye except a small boy managing to swipe some sort of sweet off a cart while the merchant had been busy with another customer. Zephir nodded satisfied that the kid's heist went as planned, watching him slink back into the shadows of a nearby alleyway.

He started in on his second stick of meat, this time, chewing it more thoughtfully, wondering if it would be worth his while to figure out what he was actually eating. Most likely not, he decided mentally. He was leaving the marketplace at this point, wandering back towards the hang out.

Perhaps it was the food he was gnawing on that distracted him, or the thought about what he would eat when he got back. However, as a Ngmoran rounded the corner straight into him at full force, it was a small miracle he stumbled back several steps, catching himself against the wall of the building next to him instead of hitting the ground, his tasty treat now smeared on the ground and partially on his grey tank-top. The other stick still lodged in his mouth.

"Aw man." He muttered through his remaining stick of meat, sadly mourning the loss of its brother under his breath, but limped over to try to help the stranger who ran into him up. "Hey, I'm sorry, totally didn't see you. You okay?" He said, not dislodging his last bit of his treat from his mouth as he spoke, trying to place both his hands on the hooded stranger to brace them into an upright standing position.

Two days after the meeting in the dark Omniel decided that it was time for her band to move on. Such a large group with ships bearing the Beta Crypt symbol was starting to draw attention where they didn't need it. If those who had sought her out needed her they could find just as they had before.

"Omniel!", Aremith called to her from above her. She looked up at him and his figure dotted out the lights from inside the Lady Fair. His tone sounded urgent and his quick walked showed his worry. "We've just received a message from the Crossbones," he stated his brow furrowed. "We can't head to the outskirts of the system anymore. Gamma has started to take it over."

Omniel put her hand hand to her head and tried to rub away the headache that was starting. They had been counting on being able to set up somewhere and start over. Shoving aside her worry and panic, Omniel looked up at the captain, "Find a planet that we can start over on and send the coordinates to the other ships." Aremtith nodded and turned to go inside the ship and relay her orders. "Wait," Omniel called, "Tell them to also cover the Beta symbols. We have to get by undetected wherever we end up going."

"Momma!", a young voice called from behind her. She turned and saw Michael, her adopted son running towards her. "I did it!" he yelled, "I finally hit the target dead center!" Omniel picked up Michael and hugged him, "Congratulations sweetie, I'm so proud of you!" She whirled him around while he giggled. Nick walked in after him. He had taken Michael under his wing the way a grandparent would and it made her happy that her family was so close. Omniel put Michael back on the ground.

"Hard to believe that not to long ago that kid wouldn't hardly look at anyone," Nick's gravely voice coaxed a smile out Omniel. She nodded then told him about Aremith's news. Seconds after she finished Aremith walked down the loading bay door, "Time to go", he simply stated.

After strapping in Omniel asked, "What planet did you find for us?"

"Well, we only had a few options the Capital or Mirteth. Since the Capital is crawling with Rebels that leaves your home planet," Aremith said, his eyes searched her face for a reaction. She showed none. She nodded her assent and sank into her memories of Mirteth as the ship took off for the planet.

Y'lynne shook her head for a moment in attempt to contemplate what had just occurred. The scene before her was blurred, minus the figure before her with which she had collided. Her heart raced, leaping inside her chest as if it were searching for any manner of escape. Breathing heavily, she steadied her vision and wiped a small bead of sweat from her brow.

The other figure had stood, beginning to move toward her at a leisurely pace. Just over six feet high. No hostile demeanor. Most likely not an enemy. Regardless, it unnerved her, having run into this stranger at such an inopportune moment. She scowled and twisted her foot beneath her in preparation to stand. The human barrier had spoken to her, but the words were lost against her ears, blood rushing through them like the blaze of an engine.

Stubborn as she was, she pushed herself off the ground with haste, and the man's hand happened to catch her awkwardly-flailing wrist in its stupor. Her hood fell to her shoulders as the duo wobbled, steadying. Up close, the male's defining features became prominent in her mind. Clarity seized her thoughts as her brain ceased its pinballing around in her skull. Her thin lips spread into a wide grin and she reached her large palm around his upper forearm in a hearty gesture.

"Well..." she coughed up a stunted laugh. "Heya, neighbor!' She was uncertain if it were either her or his unlucky day. She scanned him over. Must be his day off, she mused. Oddly enough, she didn't mind bumping into this one — he happened to be one of the few beings she could tolerate over at the Rebellion HQ. Y'lynne would gladly take him over that blasphemous slob next door and the ridiculous amounts of trash typically piled around her bunk area.

Her actions were brisk as she released him from her grip. "Hey, uhh..." Her breath remained heavy as she pulled away and drew the cover over her face once more. Probably don't wanna stick around here. Y'know. Business." She hinted heavily around the word and gestured over her shoulder. She was never much one for explanations. " 'm gonna get a head start," she spurted quickly. She knew he was a much more skilled runner than her; if only she could use her Sand Skirter on this blasted planet.

Unsure if he would follow, she stepped forward and took off at a quickened pace. "...You'll need a new shirt," she called back. Always such a 'winner' with apologies — at least, that's how her mother had always put it. "I'll get'cha one and some new meat sticks later," she tossed over her shoulder.

As the hood fell away from the stranger's face, a flash of familiarity registered in his brain, he grinned around his stick of meat back at her. It was always a pleasure to meet a non-stranger in a crowd of people, even if she had decided to try to body slam him into the ground posthaste.

"Hey!" He replied muffled by the barrier of food in his mouth still; before he finally took the obstruction from his mouth with his free hand as they clasped in greeting, "Fancy meeting you here. Thought you had a job today."

He was definitely a mess at this point, the sweet glaze was now smeared around his lips from a mixture of saliva and the prolonged exposure to his body heat. He stepped back as he was released from their greeting. He listened to her next words, a curious expression settled on his tired face and actually glanced to see if he could figure out what her business was as she took off, nothing out of the ordinary from what he saw.

He shoved what he could of his remaining snack into his mouth, which was thankfully the rest of it; or he would bellyache for the rest of the night over the waste, and dropped the stick onto the ground.

As she kept talking, he couldn't help but grin again, nodding. "I'll hold you to that! It was my day off after all." Again, probably not at all coherent with a mouth full of food, but he didn't care, food was food.

He took off after her, catching up and keeping pace with her easily, dancing through the crowd like he was a fluid breaking upon the rocks. He finally swallowed the remains of a relaxing day-off and thought idly how a nice drink could wash down the syrupy taste that clung in his mouth.

"Who'd you piss off? 'Cause I'm kind of down to bare minimums for self-defense." He asked, curious. He almost had said he only had a knife in a crowd of people, but usually that didn't bode well. He had learned a couple of experiences previous to this one, and running from the law in the Capital was an achievement that he dared not repeat.

As the two parted the crowd, Y'lynne made a clicking noise between her teeth and fixed her brash gaze on him."Other than the usual?" She rolled her eyes halfway and breathed sarcastically, her lungs pumping full of the market's stuffy air. It's more like they're pissing me off... They passed under the luminescent orbs with ease — well, sort of with ease in her case. As expected, her companion kept a fair pace.

She felt the weight of the crowd pressing inward against her, brushing against her wardrobe uncomfortably. The ground felt as if it were shifting on air, her vision tilting on edge. Scents wafted from the stalls, tantalizing the senses as the chatter of the market remained lively and vibrant. From a decent distance behind them came a wave of murmuring — a bubble at first, which transformed into a flood of confusion.

"Gamma. Guess a couple o' suspicious fools, really. Nothing much." She ran her tongue across her lower lip. "Can't say I blame 'em, though." Y'lynne snorted a small chuckle. Took 'em long enough to even get this far.

The murmurings from behind began to swell as the crowd began to part around the pursuers. Surely nothing was inconspicuous about an oddly matched duo running the market at night...Said no one ever. How ludicrous could this situation get?

As they rounded their way around another corner stall, the crowd began to thin, and the darkness began to creep from the nearby alleys. In truth, they were inviting in an adventurous sense. How long would these pursuers continue?

"I'd say we have to lose 'em....But removing the problem is a better solution." Her ears were growing warm beneath the wrap, which had definitely prevented her from seeing her surroundings clearly.

Zephir chuckled at Y'lynne's sarcastic response, taking it in stride. The sarcastic remark held truth, though Zephir honestly didn't understand why besides maybe her hazy allegiance lines made others weary of her loyalty. He long ago accepted the idea that he was forever going to be confused about anyone's reasoning for anything. That empathetic part of him was, for the most part, stolen away by white coats in sterile settings.

He wasn't in his zen-mode yet, running from an unknown without a measured threat. He felt his aches in his legs, the burning of his lungs, the ever-present exhaustion, the unease of the dense crowd and the unavoidable brush-ups in the busy city streets. He felt the crowd shifting, the energy in the crowd changed. He knew her unknown assailants were there.

His attention shifted back to her as she spoke again, nodding once again. At least that was one thing he could understand as well, loyalty had always been a virtue for him. He would kill anyone dangerous and not loyal to the Rebellion. It had been a very hard time for him to understand what a double-agent was and why it was okay to have them on their side. He could never stomach the idea of being part of an organization of hate to help for the greater good. He respected Y'lynne greatly for this inner strength he could never have.

As they started to clear the crowd and Y'lynne spoke once more he nodded at her logic. Remove the problem instead of avoiding it and there was no worry of it cropping up again. "Alright, I agree on removing them. However, what are we up against? How many? Are they packing any heat that you know of?"

The amusing thought of him bringing a knife to a gun fight crossed his mind, and he smiled again. He then added, "Also, let's get somewhere quiet. Really would hate to try my luck at outrunning the authorities again."

Savrix had a wide grin on his face, wider than his usual smug grin. "Alright", he said to himself as he tapped the confirmation button on his computer for the last time, confirming the quantities that were stored in the cargo room of the Reponus. He left the cargo room to get back to the bridge, where the captain was waiting impatiently. "Great. Can we move on now?" he rhetorically asked Savrix. "Sure" Savrix replied, not wanting to waste his breath on arguing with the captain. The ship started it's engines, and they left the loading bay of the market they just had been visiting.

"What was that emergency stop for anyway?", the captain grumpily asked. Savrix' grin faded. He didn't feel the need to reply. As soon as they'd get to the next stop on his journey, he and his cargo would be boarding another ship. He had no obligations to this particular captain. In fact, he didn't even know the captain's name. Savrix sighed as he replied. "A rush order, 50 units of Mirteth armor. The poor seller just sold his last of it". The captain stared at him as if he just said he fueled the ship up with fairy dust. "Mirteth armor? From stock?", the captain asked him. "Yes. I sell all kinds of armor, as well as clothing. And, indeed, I keep them in stock. The margin is worth the risk".

The captain kept staring at him, making him slightly uncomfortable. Then, the captain appeared to come back to senses. "Anyway", the hoarse voice said, "as we hadn't planned for this stop, I think I need a little bit extra for fuel". That was what made him hesitant to answer the captain's question right away. "Of course he needs more money", Savrix thought to himself, "I have plenty of it anyway, right?". He sighed once more, hoping to never have to rent the Reponus and it's crew again. "Maybe Raneah is right", he mumbled to himself. "Maybe I should finally buy my own freaking ship".

Pria limped into the kitchen. She gave a smile upon resting her eyes on Wolfgang at the stove, stirring a lumpy porridge with a wooden spoon in a discolored pot. "Good morning, dear! Any updates for me?" Pria inquired in a pleasant tone. Wolfgang looked up from the pot to answer, "Breakfast is almost ready. We're rather low on groceries. Shall I stop by the market today, ma'am?" Pria used the counter as a crutch as she made her way to the kitchen cabinets near Wolfgang. "That would be peachy if you would." She extracted two chipped china bowls from the deteriorating cabinets; from a drawer she withdrew aged spoons. After settling down to eat, Wolfgang hesitated for several moments. She had been curious for a while, but never asked because the subject always brought back memories. "Pria, do you know why the room we escaped from was unguarded?" Wolfgang asked timidly. Pria blew at her porridge and sipped at the edge of the spoon. She smacked her lips and replied, "Lord knows that every SPR batch isn't perfect. Sometimes, they're defective or require inspection. It could range from obtaining no powers, mutilation, sometimes even death. They hold them in storage until future examination. Since they're not as valuable, they place limited supervision in these rooms. But you did manage to set off an alarm, so they're not entirely unprotected." Wolfgang nodded her head, absorbing the information. If this was true, then Wolfgang and Danika had injected their selves with... less than approved SPR that one day. They had been extremely lucky. But it did explain why her weaknesses were far more prevalent than the powers she inherited. "I am very grateful to you for taking me in, but I fear that merely helping around the apartment and running errands is not enough. I know that my presence is a burden for your financials. I will find a job, repay my debt, and take myself off your hands." Pria let out a hearty laugh, sputtering porridge all over various surfaces, including Wolfgang. "You are not a burden to me, dear! You are most helpful to an aging lady like myself. You need not worry about my finances; I live alone and you are charming company. But you are young and it is unhealthy to stay cooped up in small abode all the time. You have your whole life ahead of you so by all means, look for opportunities to enrich your life. However, you are forever welcome to reside here with me." Wolfgang's eyes welled, "Oh, you are too generous, ma'am! You are a mother in my eyes." She flung her arms around the fragile lady and nearly knocked her over. In response, Pria laughed and patted her back. Gaining control of herself, she wiped her eyes and stood up, smiling. "Shall i clean the dishes and head to the market then?" Pria nodded and groped her purse on the table before handing her 500 LC. Wolfgang really saw Pria as a second mother; her first mother always still in her heart. But she couldn't see herself leeching off of her for the rest of her life. After cleaning up, she stashed the money in a small satchel. She slipped on her new leather boots and grabbed an umbrella from a tall, flowery ceramic vase before heading out the door. The rain did not damper her mood as she walked to the market with a spring in every step.

Danika marched passed the other slave managers. They acknowledged her with a small salute but she remained stern-faced. She came to a halt just by the huge iron gate and gave one last stomp into position. "Gate 11 opening in 3...2...1..." Came a robotic voice overhead. The gate rumbled and slowly descended from the ceiling. Danika grabbed the electric pole nearby. Electricity pulsed through her flesh and her backpack flashed, indicating the storage of potential energy. The gate shook the room as it settled onto the floor. A large ship loomed in like a ghost, towering above Danika's tiny frame in comparison. It glided to a stop before a walkway from it's body ejected and hit the floor before her. The doors opened, and an assortment of species, old and young, came sauntering through the threshold. "Don't try anything, or you'll pay." Danika barked. She lifted her arm and electricity danced across her fingers as a warning. The slaves already defeated from their preceding capture ignored Danika as a slave manager lead the way. Danika surveyed the group, looking for any misconduct. An impish female tripped and fell to the ground by Danika. "Get up," She demanded sharply. The imp coughed but made no effort to get back on her legs. Danika extended her arms toward the imp and a small burst of electricity shocked the fallen target. The imp convulsed for a second before jumping back to her feet. Once the slaves had left the room, Danika let out a loud sigh. Her boss, Grindolff, emerged from the Ships doors. "Tonight, you're coming with me for another  mission." Danika saluted, confirming his command and marched off to her headquarters to prepare.

Y'lynne felt another being brush against her closely, knocking back her shoulder; she bit her tongue before she could fire a sharp retort — no time to let her rash temper get the best of her. Her skin crawled in the crowd. As each breath drawn lapsed for what appeared to be hours, days, she felt as if she were sinking through the quicksand sea of market life. Crowds were never her forté...Too many dishonest beings locked in a grid of false merriment. Who knew their true intentions?

She nodded as her companion quickly took up her scattered words. She appreciated that his mind was as quick as his movements — a worthy companion, indeed. Pity they had not had the chance to work together, as they tended to specialize in different...areas of expertise. They had taken part in minor group treks, but they were nothing complex in the slightest — simple supply gatherings and convoys. She remembered they day they had brought him in just 8 years prior. He had looked a little worse for wear, but his spirit was strong, and he had swiftly moved up the ranks as he proved himself to be a valuable asset to the Rebellion from a young age. The same age as her.

"Have to agree with you there, Zeph." Her mouth flashed a thin line of white. There she went again, addressing people so informally. Not that she cared in particular. Most people who made her acquaintance in the past had vanished without a word. Treat everyone like they won't be here tomorrow — it hurts less in the end. But Zephir had been around almost as long as she; most from their era had long from the Rebellion's early struggles for a foothold in the interplanetary food chain.

"Perhaps we retire to a...uhh...less-reputed location," she huffed as she gestured to their forward left. The maw of the dimly lit passageway invited them closer, drawing them inward like prey to a well-constructed snare. "Two of 'em. One about your size. Human." Y'lynne gave in the run down in a hushed tone. But surely not as capable. "Looks a little...slow. Average. No visible weapons." She gritted her teeth into a muffled sound that lofted into almost a chuckle. "Th' other's a type-D Tharoxian. Poisonous class. Ever seen one? Ugly-ass fellow. Tall, bug-eyed. Bug everything, really. Not someone to invite to a tea party."

The duo turned into the skeevy crevice and sped up slightly. If anyone could keep pace, it would be Zephir. He followed with ease as they headed toward the lower residential district, its paths twisting into what felt like abyssal holes after the bright market lights. Y'lynne saw spots, which were glowing almost like fairies in the forever night.

And then a figure appeared from the darkness — a shadow skipping on air. The Ngmoran worked to avoid it, swerving sharply to one side, but happened to graze the figure. No time to think anything of it; until a tingling took over her spine and ricocheted its way through her body. What? The world was white noise — a sickening, high-pitched ringing that drowned everything away into its screeching violence.

The world fell silent. But she was still running. Running through a distant void of absence. Disconnect. She had dropped off the edge of the world and was caught in the fallout of a nuclear war. The blackness consumed her. Isolated. She fell to her knees, skidding as she was unhinged from herself. Clutching at her ears, her eyes were wild — blazing. Livid.

"W-who?" She growled, the sound from her throat rasping louder with each breath. Her voice quaked with rage and confusion as she spun herself on her knee to gaze down the path they had traversed. The figure she had brushed against was but a faint silhouette.

@Zephir @Wolfgang

Wolfgang hummed as she skipped along the path, elated from her fortunate circumstances. She was oblivious to her surroundings, daydreaming and lost in thought. Her purse danced upon her hip with every bounce in her step. I wonder where I should go first. I could look for a job cleaning a bookstore and maybe pick up a thing or two about reading from a children's book, perhaps? She giggled in spite of herself. I really am a lucky girl! Asther is so generous. I should buy her a gift to show my gratitude.

She thoughtlessly followed the winding path, losing track of how long she had been away from home. OR maybe I could... Suddenly, a figure brushed her shoulder at a rapid pace, a sense of urgency emitted as it bounded past.

Shaken from her thoughts so abruptly, she almost lost control of her body and had to steady herself from tripping. A second figure rushed past her side at an equally alarming pace. Wolfgang followed him with her good eye, curious as to what the fellows were in such a hurry for. She shrugged it off and was about to continue on her way when a shrill voice pierced through the air, "W-who?" Wolfgang spun around, and anxiously rested her eyes upon the fallen figure several paces away. An Ngmoran was upon her knees, cupping her ears, and glaring with glowing eyes from the reflection of the orbs.

Wolfgang understood immediately. I'M SO SORRY!" she called, running over to explain. "You see I'm not quite used to my power yet, still getting used to it and everything." She slowed as she came near "It only lasts about an hour, honestly. I guess when we brushed it startled me." Suddenly a wave of intense anger mixed with confusion crashed against her thoughts Uh oh... Wolfgang swallowed, "I can take away a sense upon touch but I only have half my senses too, see?" The words stumbled out of her mouth and she shakily pointed to her blind eye, hoping the Ngmoran would be forgiving. Wolfgang anticipated a response as her stomach sank deeper and deeper.

The soldier couldn't help, but laugh. 'Zeph, huh?' He had never heard his named shortened before. Possibly because Zephir wasn't a name that was normally shortened, or perhaps for his established prestige in the Rebellion caused him to be called on more formally. All the same, he decided he liked it.

As she continued to speak, he nodded, still grinning from the nickname, now also at the familiar roles falling into place, she would lead and he would follow; it was just the way he liked it.

However, seriousness soon settled in as she began to explain what they were up again, and he nodded thoughtfully. The human shouldn't be a problem, unless he was packing an unusual weapon, was a Phantasmic or Manic that could counter him... It was possible, but very unlikely. The Tharoxian, on the other hand, was a completely subject entirely. The exoskeleton would make it very cumbersome for him to whittle away with his knife, plus being so close would cause him to be in range for a nice dosage of venom.

"So," he started, "I am gonna say again, I wasn't really prepared for a day of stabbing Tharoxians in the eye, all I have is a knife. I'm hoping you're a little better off?" He wondered if he could simply be a distraction. If she had anything better that is.

Zephir had been deep in strategic-planning-mode that he hadn't even taken heed to the fact that Y'lynne had brushed another passer-by on the street. Of course, when she stumbled and skidded on her knees clutching her ears, he skidded to a halt, very much alarmed.

"What's wrong, Y'lynne?" He asked, voice thick with worry before he followed her gaze and utterances to the assailant that had been previously overlooked.

The switch had been hit, his body filled with adrenaline as the girl rushed towards them. Within an instant, he stood defensively in front of his downed comrade, knife unsheathed from a hidden compartment in his cargo pants and brandished in front of him.

"Stay back." The threat in his voice almost tangible in the air between him and the small girl. He would not allow her near, and she would pay dearly if she tried at this point. No one, not one single person was allowed to hurt his own while he was still breathing.

As she tried to explain, Zephir seemed to hunker down and become even more aggressive in his stance. "For your sake, it better be temporary." His voice was ice, his words slowly drawn out to emphasize the threat of if Y'lynne was permanently damaged.

However, another realization edged its way into his mind, Y'lynne could be a sitting duck now, their active pursuers wouldn't be far behind. Underneath his hostile, icy exterior, a fear settled in at the thought of not being able to protect her with just his knife.

@Wolfgang @Y'lynne

The deafening silence unnerved her, and as the stranger stepped forward through the thickening darkness, she could sense its short stature. She clenched her left fist against the pavement, steadying herself as she surveyed the silhouette's movements. The world was a distant oblivion. The shadows dancing were but faint flickers from the lights escaping the small crevices in the dwellings around them.

And her blood boiled over. From the black emerged a small girl standing at just below five feet — hardly a warrior, but looks were deceiving. Y'lynne surveyed her, studying her from both the inside and out. At the notice of the girl's tiny bag slung beside her waist, she let her grip relax. She cursed; her face revealed a most distasteful expression, almost as if she had been forced to swallow her own vomit. Civilian.

The image of her companion stepped before her sight, bracing. A shield. A defender. Gotta give him some loyalty points. She could not make out Zephir's face from his back being turned toward her, but his frame quivered in an agitated manner. His small knife was pointed before him, but he wielded it like a rapier.

Y'lynne uncovered her right ear and pressed against the ground, slowly lifting herself to her feet. She took a few steps forward and placed her palm across Zephir's broad shoulder. Casting him a look of urgency, she rested her left hand across her pelvis in a rigid position. Chest heaving, she stalked over to the figure without haste. The Ngmoran would have breathed fire if she possessed the capacity to.

The strange girl was dark skinned, human. She wore her hair in an interesting fashion — the clumps of hair from he sides of her head looked almost like ears. Y'lynne seemed to loom over her as she scowled in an obscenely unpleasant manner. The girl's mouth was moving — her lips making small O's and E's across her round face. Head hot, the Ngmoran raised her cleave of a hand, hesitated slightly, and reached to grasp the younger one around the folds of her collar.

"Listen here." She paused as her sounds were inaudible to her own ears. Not plausible. She felt her vocal cords vibrating and knew that she could still speak. Not knowing her current volume, she raised her voice into what others heard as a low rumble that could probably wake the dead. "Dunno what you did, but you're gonna fix it," she said hurriedly. "We have trouble coming, and it's best you don't stick around." Not like she has much of a choice.

Y'lynne projected a macabre face. She spoke candidly, in spite of her deafness. Honesty was the best move in this situation. "Fight with us, and you live. But I don't have to like it." Reaching into her back pocket, she hastily pulled two small flasks from her back side, kept one, and handed the other to the short girl. She had no time to explain the situation, and truth be told, she had lost her patience long before she had run into this...handicap.
"Poisonous. Open it. Don't breathe. You grab the human. I take the huge-ass bug. Shove the stuff in their faces. Our kind friend here snaps their necks. Nod if you understand."

@Wolfgang @Zephir

As the male threatened Wolfgang, she took a few steps back, eyes wide and lips trembling. His words were a slap to the face. How could she prove it was not her intention? I'm so stupid she thought to herself.

Frantically she tried again to reassure them, "I was injected with a defective SPR; it's not very strong. It hurt me more then it can hurt others, I promise." The ngmoran placed her hand on the humans shoulder before approaching Wolfgang. The ngmoran quickly handed Wolfgang a small flask while giving a general breakdown of what was coming. Wolfgang took the flask with shaky hands and nodded reluctantly. She didn't know what they expected from her, she had never been in combat let alone handled poison before. She didn't know what she was getting herself into and was slowly becoming more terrified by the moment.

Am I about to kill someone? Is all this worth a bump in the shoulder? What would Asther want me to do? If I get caught what will happen to  me? I can't go back to the slave trade! Wolfgang's head swirled overwhelmingly with questions. She looked at the two individuals she had the unfortunate circumstance to be acquainted with. They were strong. They did not look friendly. They could probably kill her in an instant.

Wolfgang considered dropping the flask and running. Maybe she could some how blind them and flee while they were disoriented. But they seemed like they were in trouble.... She weighed her options and was about to turn around to escape when a human and Thoraxion came charging at them. Wolfgang heedlessly let out a scream.

"Finally", Savrix sighed as a large, bright dot appeared on the navigation screen. As the computer performed another scan of the area, the supposed name of the bright dot also appeared. Savrix didn't need to read it. He knew exactly where they were. The bright dot was a planet. His favorite planet. The biggest planet of the Lyliath Interplanetary Region. The Capital.

Savrix looked through the viewport, where the planet started to become visible. A small dot at first, then a small ball, then more of a beach ball. Slowly but surely, surface details came into sight. Including the countless lights that lit the corners of every city, village and outpost. Within minutes, the small dot had changed into a large sphere with a beautiful network of lights.

The view struck Savrix with awe every time he approached the planet, even although he visited the planet quite often. Today, he had several reasons to be there. One of those reasons was that he wanted to visit the ship dealership. Today's trip had been unpleasant enough for him to decide that renting ships became a less and less viable option. Plus, it'd save him the effort of finding a place to stay every night. Another reason was of course to safely store his trade wares while he was asleep.

The final reason had nothing to do with his work, or all the travelling he did. The main reason that led him back to this planet every time was his girlfriend, Raneah. Although Savrix was a hardened negotiator and a tireless merrymaker, Raneah always knew how to get through to his softer side. And vice-versa, Savrix could instantly spot how Raneah was feeling. Despite what any of their friends said, the two knew they were made for each other.

Raneah, like Savrix, was a manic human. She had the ability to breathe underwater, with gills on either side of her neck. Her skin was a few hues darker than Savrix', her eyes brown, and her hair black. She didn't like partying, but she loved talking with people. Which was exactly the reason she was a communications officer for the Lyliath Interplanetary Rebellion.

While Savrix kept daydreaming about the girl he was coming 'home' to, the edges of the planet had already disappeared from the viewport, and the ship charged it's shield generators for the descent into orbit. "Entering orbit in 3... 2... 1..." the ship's monotonic computer voice announced. Savrix snapped back into reality, and got up to prepare the cargo for unloading. "The sooner it's in the warehouse, the better", he mumbled to himself as he entered the cargo room. "It's late enough".

Zephir blinked and relaxed only a fraction when Y'lynne placed a hand on his shoulder. He nodded a little at how urgent she looked. He then finally relaxed his stance enough to not look too threatening towards the girl.

The small civilian girl, innocent or not, looked about ready to cry. He looked away with a very slight wince, of all the emotions he actually felt an empathetic response to, crying was one of the only ones. He kept her profile in his periphery just in case she attempted to steal a sense from him. He watched where they came from, waiting for the inevitable.

The soldier winced again as Y'lynne started to speak, figuring out that she was probably deafened by the younger girl. She spoke loudly like she had earphones in and had decided to leave them blasting music into her ears as she addressed the girl. He sighed, knowing the girl had already drug herself into their predicament.

Of course, she was a wild card, but given that she was dealing with the human and not the big venomous bug, it wouldn't be hard to cover for her if she managed to blotch it up. And he didn't doubt she would, since she seemed more like a terrified young girl and less like a malicious force that had actually meant to harm Y'lynne.

Still, he liked the idea of snapping the necks of their assailants, a clean and easy kill. The less messy it was, the easier it would be to blend back into a normal life and let the authorities do the clean-up and pondering.

He had been watching as the Tharoxian and human came into view, and when their new civilian teammate let out a scream he sighed lightly. It was the expected response, and in fact, it was slightly comical. He stepped forward waving his free hand at the two new arrivals as if he didn't know they had came to murder them.

"Hello!" He greeted them, holding the knife in such a way in his hand that they could only make out the pommel as his arm hung next to his side for the moment. "Can't we just talk about this all? It seems like there was a huge misunderstanding. And you two gentlemen seem like the reasonable types..."

Even underneath his calm, almost amiable exterior, he was nothing but raw nerves. His blood was coursing quickly and heavily through his veins, and every part of his senses were alive and ready to lash out the moment the duo made a move against them. He knew they wouldn't see it coming.

@Wolfgang @Y'lynne

On the outskirts of a large facorty pavilion, a little section of slums and broken down buildings lay still. There was life there, however; though it was below the buildings, not above. A booming industry had been settled here- it was just out of the reach of the scanning system that kept track of crime in the Lyliath Interplanetary Region, but just within it's borders. The authorities had no idea as of yet, and haven't been aware of this little glitch in security for many years. And so far, it has stayed this way.

A slender, freakish creature hung upside-down by it's tail in the doorway of a collapsed building, it's glowing blue eyes flicking here and there while it scanned the area. It let out a low hiss, it's eerie, masked face turning to the side before it dropped from it's perch- it's head staying in the same position, while it's body rotated around, two arms and two legs landing evenly upon the ground. On of the creature's smaller arms suddenly twitched and ripped open a slight bit of skin on it's dominant arm, but the monster paid little heed.

It looked around a few more times, its tail curling around a back leg out of habit, before it slunk into a semi-standing building across from the one it had been hanging in. Its claws clicked on the cracked cement as it crouched, heading down a narrow stairway. A metal door stood there, a small peephole carved halfheartedly into it's center. The creature raised a talon to knock, and a human met it on the other side of the door. His brown eye was next to the peephole now, and it narrowed.

"Password." his gruff voice questions, and the creature slams its face to the peephole, hissing. This startles the man, and he staggers back slightly as the creature struggles to force words out of it's gnarled maw. "You kn...know DAMN well..." it snarled, foot slamming down in frustration, "...daMN well... who I am!" it finished, its smaller pair of arms now raking its claws down the metal door, making a hideous screeching noise.

The man had flinched, but his eye was unafraid. "Sorry Nightcrawler, but since that last incident you know we're not allowed to let you in unless you're conscious enough to tell us the word." the man had said, voice growing slightly lighter. The creature snorted, arching its back as its mouth opened, again having issues finding words. "R...Rache lives." she was finally able to spout, and the door clicked about seven times as the locks undid themselves.

The man swung open the door, and the big yellow beast strode in. He slammed the door shut behind it. "Again, sorry lass. But we can't have you coming in here and tryin' to kill everyone again, you know how it effects profits." he said, crossing his arms. Though the now-deemed-female creature towered over him, claws clicking together threateningly, he did not seem at all scared. "Go on in, Nightcrawler. You've already got someone waiting for your, eh, services." he said finally, waving her on.

The Nightcrawler strode in, awkwardly limping though she appeared unhurt. The air was thick with smoke and laughter, the scent of blood and beer just as heavy. Drunken creatures, most of them humans, were jeering and chuckling; their worries temporarily forgotten as they simply focused on getting their next drink. This place was good. The bartender- an old, very happy-looking Mirtethian- slid a large vial of green fluid to the end of the table, shouting cheerily, "Ah, Aperi! My favorite customer. The usual, I take it?" he hummed, taking out another oddly shaped glass to polish it.

"'Course." she snorted, limbs folded against her being awkwardly as she took a seat next to the bar. The grey-haired Mirtethian slid her a half-cleaned mug of thick, pinkish fluid that bubbled grossly. Aperi downed it in one gulp, sliding the used glass back the the bartender. "Where's... the customer?" she hummed, voice working much more easily as the heavy drugs in the drink began to take effect, calming the screaming in her head. The bartender pointed to a cloaked figure in the corner, sitting next to two heavily-armed humans, and continued his work of tossing and catching mugs and cash.

Aperi stood up, stretching, long spine letting out a crackling sound as she popped her joints. Practically crawling as not to bump her head on the low basement ceiling, she headed towards the client, her grinning 'mask' making one of the armed humans shiver out of fear. "How can I h... help you meat-sacks?" she purred, looming over the three. She involuntarily screeched, though it was muffled, as she kept her maw clamped shut, and twitched her head to the side.

((@ Nobody; mostly just RP'n to myself.))

Omniel looked over at Aremith, who was speaking to the head of the Mirtethian customs department. He handed the helmeted man a bag of coin and turned towards Omniel. He nodded and she began to give orders to the crews that were there.
"Start counting inventory and let me know where we stand as soon as possible," she told the crews of the Lady Fair, Crossbones, and the Chesire.
"Omniel," Nick's vocie came from behind her, "We need to find a safe place. We can't all keep on the ships not any longer We are low on too many things."
"I know," she replied her brow creased with worry, "We need to find some sort of warehouse and cheap too. Not an easy feat inside cities like this." Omniel turned to look out at the city. "Can you get me a list of available properties that we could get into within two days?"
Nick nodded, "Yes, but it probably won't be what we had." Omniel nodded as he left. He was right about one thing. They were low on everything including moral to keep going. She needed a place for them to make roots and start over. To do that she would need to see someone who had their fingers in all the pies in Mirteth. Omniel needed to do some networking.

While the Stellick was in autopilot  Qomorah  got up from the captains seat and went over to the living area behind her which had basic furniture as qomorah had not  yet  decorated . Across from the living area to the left is the kitchen , and to the right are the bedrooms and bathrooms . While going straight leads to some storage compartments and a engine room.
You see the stellick isn't all that big but it can hold a small amount of people comfortably . Jack used to own a bigger ship called Forge that dwarfed the Stellick in comparison , but he sold that ship after traveling with qomorah for 9 years . It was then he purchased the Stellick except jack named it Raven . When stellick retired he gave qomorah the raven  and Qomorah named it the Stellick. She knew it was kinda stupid .She also knew jack would have laughed yet he would have felt happy , and this is why she named it after him .
Qomorah sat on her leather like couch and looked up at the tv. She was not a very avid watcher of the inter-spatial news , but the current views on rebel whereabouts became important to her. She could see her galactic map in the captains from where she was . With her hawk like eyesight she read to herself the destination that she oh so randomly picked.
"Hmmm that's a odd planet" She mumbled to herself curiously .
Looking back up at the holographic screen she searched looked up that planet ;wondering what the recent state of its rebellion count was. Searching wasn't that hard , apparently there had been a lot of acts of rebellion going on. This was perfect.
Now ,It was no secret that jack would have done anything for the Gamma centurion , well anything for Jaqre Y’kahn . Jack saw the galaxy as a oyster and he wanted his fair share of the pearl . But alas like many Jack was a puppet , and a pretty good one at that. He was sent out on the forge to find money and SPR . He ruthlessly bombarded ships from space that told signs of the treasure he was looking for. He was the terror of a galaxy , for a while .
Jack was human , and even though he was a monster of a human he did have a heart. Eventually he realized he was growing . . . tired? sick? disgusted ? Something along those lines. He was at a breaking point .filled with grief he thought about turning himself in many times , but he was also a strong man and would never allow himself to be shown in a state of weakness (even if he was dying on the inside) . It was at this time he met qomorah . He had thought as planned that the impact of the ramming of his ship to the hull of the other he would have had time to board it , rob it , and leave it. Though unfortunately a small planet was nearby and that gravity was what brought the ship down.
Qomorah met Jack for the first time and Jack met Qomorah . Jack continued to fight for  Jaqre Y’kahn but not as diligently , and as ruthless as before . And when he had decide he had , had enough he bought a smaller ship and did smaller jobs for the Gamma centurion . Growing up around the Gamma centurion group Qomorah never knew how to feel about it. At first she hated Jack and hated the Gamma center , but as she and Jack grew together she grew to kinda like the Gama centurion. Jack had caught onto this though . Qomorah will never forget what Jack told her .
" I worked for the Jaqre Y’kahn because I thought we were alike , because we where selfish men. We deserved to have it all right ? All the money we wanted all the power , it was just sitting there ours for the taking right ? Well , unlike Jaqre Y’kahn I woke up from that fantasy . It was not a dream but a nightmare that was filled with the blood of the innocent and power that became corrupt . It was a dream that I grew angry at thinking about. These people , they want that dream still . The Gamma Centurion ,Jaqre Y’kahn , can all go die for that dream I don't care , but you . I don't want you become a monster like them . Go find your own dream kid , I know you will be great one day. I on the other-hand have alot of hell to pay for what i did , and on day i will pay my debt to you as well."
Was the SPR , and the ship the "debt" Jack spoke about ? Qomorah didn't know but didn't need to , she was thankful to Jack anyway. He saved her from dying and from becoming a monster of a Vriijor . For this made Qomorah Unaffiliated really with any stance of the war PR started . So why was Qomorah looking for the Rebellion. Well she had thought about it for a while . She knew what the Gamma Centurion was like and she was not going there anytime soon . That left the Beta Crypt or the Rebellion .  
Qomorah had known about the beta crypt from her travels with Jack . She didn't really like their outlook on the galaxy . From her point of view they where just like the Gamma but different people. Now the rebellion had somewhat taken Qomorah  back to her old Vriijor roots. It was her nature to help when she was needed , that was her peoples way of things. And the rebellion always could use a extra hand , or a extra ship . The idea of joining the Rebellion was still one of Qomorahs "possibility "plans . To be honest she still had no idea what she could do to still earn a living . She wanted to find a place to stay but also wanted to keep the Rebellion close by just in case.
Back to Qomorahs news research she had what she wanted . There was a strong atmosphere about the planet that to Qomorahs radiated with a new life for her . A place to test the skills that jack had taught her , and a new place to hopefully have a purpose .
*THUD* A loud  hiss ran down the ships interior . The ship was slowing down.
It was The Ravens hyperspace slowing down to normal drive mode , which meant Qomorah was almost there. It took about 25 minutes but she made good time , though it was night on the planet . Qomorah ran to her captains seat and took control once more to steady the ship while in its slowing down process. Steadily she saw the planet come closer and closer into view . Activating she ships atmosphere armor she entered the planet . Once she got to cloud height she stopped the ship and looked at the worlds map . Docking a ship at night isn't the best situation but she did need to keep her ship safe on the foreign planet.
" Hmmm , This one looks alright , its near a nice looking city . " She excitedly beamed to herself .
Cutting her hover jets off she flew her ship to the Docking station of her choice.    She thought to herself that no one will be awake would they ? So she would have to go searching for shops and etc.. in the morning . In the mean time she just woke up .
"I'll just roam around a little bit then , its not like i cant see in the dark or anything."  she joking scoffed to herself.
Nearing the entry to the ports Qomorah slowed down to park. Landing another hisss echoed among the ship , she had stopped. Turning the Stellick into basic mode (which provides no power to the driving portion of the ship) , Qomorah got out of the captains chair eagerly whispering to herself "Time to explore then ! "

" So if I'm correct this is the Capital of the Lyliath Interplanetary Region." Qomorah exclaimed to herself.
She slowly got off the Stellick and stomped her shoes on the hard concrete like ground of the city docks . The faint street lights loomed overhead ominusly . As she stepped onto the ground she closed the ships door behind her making a slight thunk as the door closed and a flash of red to show that the ship was secure . It was dark even with the street lamps . Though this was no problem for Qomorah ; she dilated her pupils and could see everything clear besides color.
Qomorah turned around to see her ship. It was in a good spot she guessed , right beside two other ships of similar size . The Stellick stood out from the other two though as hers was built for speed and attack. The ships beside her where more like intergalatic mom ships or space feild day for children ships. Even so she hoped that at least here her the Stellick wouldnt be affiliated with Jack or the Gamma sector in anyway .
With high hopes and the yern for adventure Qomorah turned around and started to trodd off in the night. Her boots did make a slight *Tik Tok* as she walked which would have been annoying during the day with people talking , but it was amplified with the absence of life around. It seemed like not many people where up at this time near the ship docks . Sadly Qomorah had a lot of energy to spare before she could grow tired again . She sped up a bit in pace and when she finally reached a main street .
As she got closer to the end of the street she looked to her right and noticed a slight crowd of people. Making a slight job for it she stopped and looked around . This was one of many street bazaar's ! A perfect place for a new comer like her. Though not many places looked open in this one it was still nice for Qomorah to see new people .
*GRUMbLE gRUmBLe GrUmBLe* Qomorahs stomach wailed.
She didnt have much money on her but enough for a small meal . There really wasn't much around besides a food vendor that looked like he was about done for the day. Seeing this Qomorah rushed over to the man feeling kinda bad for stopping him from almost leaving . She looked at the cart and noticed and clear bag .
"Ummm sir what is that?" she asked curiously
A little dumbfounded the man looked at her then picked up the bag.
"Oh this is just the days left over poultry bones, why you ask?" the vendor asked.
Qomorah eyed the bag like a prized treasure.
"How much for it?" smirked the excited vriijor
With a chuckle the man said she could have it free of charge if he helped him pack up, it was going to be garbage anyway . She happily agreed while taking the bag . The vendor ask her if she was a tourist , with her reply of the lie "yes" . Helping the man as fast as she could they both thanked each other for the transaction . While Qomorah was walking away (with every intention of going to the Stellick to cook the boney meat) the man yelled to her.
" Hey tourist ! Be careful ! these are dangerous times . . . " with that the vendor turned around and went his own way.
Qomorah not really understanding what that was about continued to walk back home to the Stellick .