The crew of the rickety tramp freighter were in need of funds,  the ships current state of repair was far from fantastic and even with the help of the crew’s computer whizz and ace mechanic,  it wouldn’t hold up very long under the stress.  So,  they were willing to take anything that whatever job was thrown into their lap.  Perhaps as a quirk of fate,  the job was a big one, from the one and only Ha-Qodeshim.   The company with a bit of a murky background.  They were well known throughout the galaxy for the development of their human enhancement projects,  and their rather efficient cutting edge weaponry.  What they needed the rag tag crew was a bit of a mystery until the group met their contact.<br/><br/>She had been a small woman,  dressed impeccably in a black business suit.  A pair of dark glasses rested on the bridge of her nose.  She had short cropped black hair,  a strong chin,  and a slightly pronounced nose.  Her lips were full, even though the woman’s face seemed to be set in a perpetual scowl.  She didn’t seem to be obviously packing any weaponry,  but,  one could never be sure when it came to anyone within the company.  She tersely explained the mission.<br/><br/>“You have been hired to recover an object that has been stolen from us.”  She spoke clearly.  “It is of the utmost importance to our company that the object be recovered and returned to us, without attention being drawn to the fact that we have briefly lost possession of it.”  She tossed a file onto the table top.  “You will find the necessary information to locate and recover what has been stolen from us within this.”  She smiled sweetly.  “If it is discovered that the company has a connection to…  the incident.”  She said.  “You will not receive your pay,  and you will have made an enemy with a rather long reach.”  Without another word, she turned her back on the group and disappeared back the way she came.<br/><br/>The folder contained coordinates to a backwater planet, an image of a young woman,  and a picture of an object that looked like it was pried off of a large machine.  It still had wires,  and coils jutting out from the damaged side.  Beyond that there was a few tips suggesting where they could find the woman,  a bar,  was at the top of the list.<br/><br/>That why the members of the rig found themselves currently rocketing towards their destination.  The air within the ship,  was a mixture of quite agitation and somberness.  It would be a few days before they made it to their destination and dock.  For now,  that meant all they could do was sit and wait,  wondering just what was to come when they left the ship the next time.<br/>