revenant essence.

[Ragasaurus-Rex]

The highly customized YT-2400 light freighter blasted out of hyperspace like a bat from hell, The slick white chrome exterior served a sharp contrast to the ever engulfing black around it. The Dynames, Captained by the former member of the once inordinate crime syndicate The Omega group, Had more or less fallen off the grit for numerous weeks. During which time The Freighter had its upgrades, These included but were not limited to; a new set of Ion Engines, Two Girodyne SRB42 sublight engines (heavily modified). , A SoroSuub Griffyn/Y2TG hyperdrive system. Improved sensors and a countermeasure/stealth package. Seeing how combat was more then just unavoidable a pare of hand modified ion cannons and a concussion missile launcher were installed on both top and bottom and the C.M.L. on the far side of the cockpit. A miniature tractor beam projector was added in case someone were ever needed alive. proton torpedoes also found a place aboard the ships redesign. Reinforced titanium armor and Power-boosted shield generators were now used to protect the mini monster. Also just in case the ships presence needed to be mask there were over a dozen pre programmed false designations codes ready to choose from, A voice code blocking access to them has its highly illegal.

The glowing green and blue bursting from the planet, Almost radiating, It looked as though the same blackness that might engulf the ship could without effort eat the planet at a single moments notice, It was the same for every world, At least it felt the same. However knowing that simply over looking the planet would never save it, If it was in danger that is, The pilot set a course of landing, Staring at it may bring about thoughts of beauty and grace, Or darkness and despair, But nether would retrieve the missing memories she came in search of.

After a simple and anguish free flight to the surface of the world the landing felt like it should be a snitch, And it was. Apparently a terrible storm had swiped past in only the last few days, leaving the ground soft and easy to subside. Now the ship was tittering upward at a slight angle, Not the best landing. The darkened sky served as a reminder of the monsoon now past, Dark gray and black clouds filling it to no ends the wondrous blue sky was unforeseen in their wake, Quite a shame as it was one of the things she hoped to have enjoyed during the trip. A quick pre check of equipment would show, a Versafunction88 datapad, Utility belt, Two curved Lightfoil's Custom fitting and highly improved Zabrak combat armor, The improvements having been made on corellia where a good contact had been made mouths prior, A personally modified E-5 blaster rifle, Changes made to accumulate the fully organic parts of its wielder and a tighten gas chamber which now shoot its blast at a much faster rate, At the cost of accuracy and fire rate however, Something that skill would make up for. An extended barrel to help with the aim, A scope for scouting and combat. Rarely used has it was due to the Custom built blaster pistol always kept within arms reach, It incorporated parts of the S-5 heavy blaster pistol, WESTAR-34, The dart launcher/liquid-cable shooter with hook that the S-5 gave, And the powerful bolts action shots that the WESTAR-34 Provided. All framed in heavy durasteel plating and a larger version of a DC-15S blaster for the outward feel of the weapon, It took a little more then three mouths to build.

The first steps onto the wet grass created an annoying squeaky sound but after a couple of forward movements away from the ship the sound quickly went unnoticed. The recent memory of why she came to the planet flooded back on her walk to the small farming colony, Though no time for her to fully explore them again.

A reliable source told her that someone knew and was asking about a anyone fitting her description Whoever it was owned and operated a small farming building. Maybe it belong to her family, Maybe the person had known her before, Ether way it was worth a look.

[Ragasaurus-Rex]

Moving quickly into the small enclave, Paige, Had a crystal clear idea what the person searching for her looked like. Female in her later years about sixty to seventy, Red hair fading to white she had sharp features that showed she was quite the catch in years past. The holo-image was sent to her via a contact she’d made during the time spent on the smuggler’s moon, Nar Shaddaa. His name was Seek daring he’d been a big help when getting Paige on solid ground after the facility incident. That was then, Though, She kept in close touch with the man still.

Something else she knew of the women was where she lived her name and her occupation, should be easy to fine her with the information Paige had to go on. And after moving past the enclave five clicks east, Has Seek had told her, A farm lay. A few Iriaz circled around the fences, common hunters pray. The fame itself was primarily a Bol farm for both their milk and hide it also surprisingly supported nerfs, They most have been imported meaning the owner was surely making a profitable return. Two workers were in sight maintaining the grounds and feeding the mammals. Paige walked straight past them uninterrupted to the door. One, Two, Three, light rasped on the door, Each rang off it reverberating in the immediate area. A moment later a old women appeared at the door.

The women looked lively with color in her cheeks, Hair a reddish-white color and shining ice blue eyes. “Can I help you?” she asked staring at Paige like a ghost of days gone, Examining her, judging what she could do Paige mused. “I-“ Before she even got a chance to start the elder's eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh, I know why you’re here, I knew you’d come if i threw around your name.” She waved Paige in, The woem wasn’t really much of a a figure any longer looking as of she could fall into dust any moment. She moved towards a small table with a datapad, cardkey, dagger, And a small stone. She picked up all of it, passing it to her. “Nice to meet you," She told Paige, Strangely it felt like she knew the old women. "Listen, Don't ever let life pass you by." She warned oddly. The whole encounter seemed otherworldly.Paige glanced down at the items handed over to her and when shifting back into her surroundings saw nothing was how it sat only a moment before, Now all surfaces were covered with dust most of the things barely holding together. After the moment of shock past Paige retreated outside of the building, No workers, No animals, And the place was hardly standing. Was it all some kind of dream?

[Ragasaurus-Rex]

Checking the status of the items she still had only the datapad was in hand, Something she was amazed about. Even to be holding one felt as if reality had been altered, Though that was next to impossible. Maybe she had suffered more damage in the explosion a couple weeks ago then thought. The datapad flickered to life when Paige tried to activate it flashing only one word on the broken screen. "espérer" in computerized text large and leaving no uncertainty. On the back of the small device stood alone two liters. P.E. Her initials maybe?

After returning to the ship she spent the remainder of the trip on trying to open another file on the datapad, Using several different methods none of which worked. And not daring to try to extreme a solution Paige choose to leave good enough alone, for now. She moved to a small worry in the back of her mind, The idea to originally come here was in due diligence to her source, And seeing how the women wasn't real, Or some kind of spirit. Paige feared she sent herself that message, Maybe just paranoia but it differently was worth ten minuets time to check.

Quickly accusing her transmission logs and pulling up the appropriate date she read over the message which was entirely in text, No hologram to get a easy hold of mind with. At the end the listing was unknown, More odd and disturbing then if she sent it to herself; Paige could trust herself...Or she thought she could. But answering to an unknown call from a complete; Ghost was the best way to put it. She lifted off mind dwelling on the only information gathered during the trip, Even that was much less then she'd hoped. "espérer"? It rang a bell or two but like the dream you start to forget as soon as you wake up, it continued to elude her conscious mind, Some sleep during in-between jumps would do light years for her.