The hologram appeared before Izaak, using a channel he'd provided.
Naomi Monoe looked disheveled, tired, battered...but very fiercely awake, aware and intent. "Izaak," she said, her voice cool, firm but polite, "I am en route to Gamorr. No doubt I have the entire Sith Slayer division chasing me now, as was planned with all my little diversions. Hopefully, you can wipe the entire Hutt's crack of them out in one go. I don't care about them anymore, nor do I care about the Sith or the Jedi or the whole frakking galaxy. I'm sure you've done some research on me...I'm young, but not stupid. You know who I want more than anything else".
The youth ran a hand through her crimson locks, adjusted herself in her seat. Obviously, she was growing uncomfortable about something. "I need your help," she said, the look in her eyes clearly suggesting that admitting this had taken her pride down a notch. "I'm not saying that you owe me, but I hope that messing up those Sith Slayer retards bought me some credit". She hesitated, bit her lip. "I...know that asking for your help will mean that I am in your debt, but at this point, I see no other choice". The prospect of owing anyone anything bothered her, but owing a debt to a man like Izaak was likely to cost her dearly later on down the line.
"I want to borrow a chunk of your fleet," she said at last.
"My father is influential with all sorts of scumbags...pirates, smugglers even Imps and Rebels. The Monoe Shipyard and Repair facility in orbit over Ingo is protected by his own security forces--nerfing wannabes, really--but he's also got hired-on nerf protecting his slimy hide as well. So many, in fact, that I can't even get close to the core of the orbiting station. I have my XJ-X-Wing, which is what I will use to board the station, but I need your help in shutting down his defense".
She leaned forward, a strand of hair falling away to obscure her face momentarily. "I'm sending you my...my proposal. It's got data on the orbiting driveyard and how many ships I'm assuming he has...though there could be more--I made him paranoid," she said with a wry smile. "I'd like for the fleet to just burst in, raise hell, cover my snub while I board the station. Once aboard, I'll hunt down my father like the disgusting kath turd he is," she said, her voice dropping a few degrees, "and once I have killed him..." She paused, as if tasting the sounds of those words.
"Once I kill him and am in my snubfighter, I want you to order the fleet to destroy the station...and Ingo".
She sighed, sat back and closed her eyes for a moment. "I want to erase it all...I just want it all to be done," she murmured to herself. Her eyes opened and those piercing purple eyes peered into the holocom. "I'm not going to stick around on Gamorr to deal with the Sith Slayers. Don't worry, I know you need me to lure them down to the surface. So, I have this in mind. I sent a message to an automated cargo service I use to deliver my X-Wing to the surface...I hope you let it land, otherwise you owe me one hell of a snubfighter. Anyway, I'm going to park the Vagrant Heart on the ground where it can be seen."
"Also," Naomi continued, tapping a few buttons on the console in front of her, "I'm recording a holo message that will play from the Vagrant on open air, relayed from your ambush point. In short, for all intents and purposes, it'll look like I'm right there in my ship waiting. I...please, try to be careful with my ship," Naomi asked, her voice and face softening. The ship was the first she'd ever owned herself...and had been a gift from none other than Rani Churs. It was quite ironic, if not hypocritical, for her to ask for his concern for her property when she herself had wasted a ridiculous amount of Izaak's credits. She sighed. "I'll pick it up sometime later...but please, please, consider helping me...time is of the essence, 'cause my father is going to disappear soon...I can feel it."
Her hand reached out to end the message, but paused. "Thank you." The message ended, the screen went dark.
Naomi Monoe looked disheveled, tired, battered...but very fiercely awake, aware and intent. "Izaak," she said, her voice cool, firm but polite, "I am en route to Gamorr. No doubt I have the entire Sith Slayer division chasing me now, as was planned with all my little diversions. Hopefully, you can wipe the entire Hutt's crack of them out in one go. I don't care about them anymore, nor do I care about the Sith or the Jedi or the whole frakking galaxy. I'm sure you've done some research on me...I'm young, but not stupid. You know who I want more than anything else".
The youth ran a hand through her crimson locks, adjusted herself in her seat. Obviously, she was growing uncomfortable about something. "I need your help," she said, the look in her eyes clearly suggesting that admitting this had taken her pride down a notch. "I'm not saying that you owe me, but I hope that messing up those Sith Slayer retards bought me some credit". She hesitated, bit her lip. "I...know that asking for your help will mean that I am in your debt, but at this point, I see no other choice". The prospect of owing anyone anything bothered her, but owing a debt to a man like Izaak was likely to cost her dearly later on down the line.
"I want to borrow a chunk of your fleet," she said at last.
"My father is influential with all sorts of scumbags...pirates, smugglers even Imps and Rebels. The Monoe Shipyard and Repair facility in orbit over Ingo is protected by his own security forces--nerfing wannabes, really--but he's also got hired-on nerf protecting his slimy hide as well. So many, in fact, that I can't even get close to the core of the orbiting station. I have my XJ-X-Wing, which is what I will use to board the station, but I need your help in shutting down his defense".
She leaned forward, a strand of hair falling away to obscure her face momentarily. "I'm sending you my...my proposal. It's got data on the orbiting driveyard and how many ships I'm assuming he has...though there could be more--I made him paranoid," she said with a wry smile. "I'd like for the fleet to just burst in, raise hell, cover my snub while I board the station. Once aboard, I'll hunt down my father like the disgusting kath turd he is," she said, her voice dropping a few degrees, "and once I have killed him..." She paused, as if tasting the sounds of those words.
"Once I kill him and am in my snubfighter, I want you to order the fleet to destroy the station...and Ingo".
She sighed, sat back and closed her eyes for a moment. "I want to erase it all...I just want it all to be done," she murmured to herself. Her eyes opened and those piercing purple eyes peered into the holocom. "I'm not going to stick around on Gamorr to deal with the Sith Slayers. Don't worry, I know you need me to lure them down to the surface. So, I have this in mind. I sent a message to an automated cargo service I use to deliver my X-Wing to the surface...I hope you let it land, otherwise you owe me one hell of a snubfighter. Anyway, I'm going to park the Vagrant Heart on the ground where it can be seen."
"Also," Naomi continued, tapping a few buttons on the console in front of her, "I'm recording a holo message that will play from the Vagrant on open air, relayed from your ambush point. In short, for all intents and purposes, it'll look like I'm right there in my ship waiting. I...please, try to be careful with my ship," Naomi asked, her voice and face softening. The ship was the first she'd ever owned herself...and had been a gift from none other than Rani Churs. It was quite ironic, if not hypocritical, for her to ask for his concern for her property when she herself had wasted a ridiculous amount of Izaak's credits. She sighed. "I'll pick it up sometime later...but please, please, consider helping me...time is of the essence, 'cause my father is going to disappear soon...I can feel it."
Her hand reached out to end the message, but paused. "Thank you." The message ended, the screen went dark.
