The galaxy is on the edge of war. The fledgling New Republic is barely holding together after the fall of the Empire. Many systems face economic ruin after the galactic civil war, others demanding the New Republic fulfill the promises it made during the galactic civil war. Leading the charge against the New Republic is the Confederacy of Independent Systems, promised its freedom in exchange for support in the civil war the CIS has rebuilt its military to oppose the New Republic's occupation of its worlds. The New Republic is dependent on resources from the CIS worlds to keep its economy functioning. Forced to hold on to worlds it would rather release the New Republic prepares to suppress the CIS rebellion, even while desperately seeking a diplomatic solution.<br/><br/>From the ashes of the Empire two faction has risen to prominence with the might to challenge the New Republic. The Sith Collective has gathered the remnants of the Empire's war fleets into a massive strike force. Securing resources from corporations dissatisfied with the New Republic cutting into their profits, the Sith Collective grows more powerful with each passing cycle. Launching clandestine raids on New Republic worlds, the reborn Imperial war machine has proven too much for the individual systems to repel. The New Republic navy is spread far too thin to mount a campaign against the Sith Collective, leaving many worlds exposed to the wrath of the now deceased Emperor.<br/><br/>It is not all terror for the New Republic though. The other remnant of the fallen Empire, the Imperial Justicars following the last order they received from Imperial command, are waging war on pirate holdings. The people of the New Republic look on the Imperial Justicars favorably as they defend worlds which the New Republic has neglected. Unfortunately for the New Republic government this means the Imperial Justicars have the volunteers to man captured pirate manufacturing facilities, only increasing their public support as they create new jobs in economically devastated zones. As it stands now the New Republic and the Imperial Justicars have an uneasy alliance, but as the Imperial Justicars grown in might how will the New Republic respond?<br/><br/>Taking advantage of the chaos pirate fleets are making a fortune selling illegal stimulants to poor worlds, and trading in slavery. One such ship the Fate's Fortune is running its freshly collected cargo of soon to be slaves to be sold on Nar Shadda. Hiding in the rings of the planet of Monastary to avoid detection, the crew makes final preparations to begin the journy to Nar Shadda.<br/><br/>Each member of the group finds themselves chained on their knees to the cold surface of a cargo container in the pitch black darkness. Each person feels the container being moved and without warning they are weightless, floating away till the chains binding them are taught. After a few tense seconds of weightlessness the group goes crashing to the cold metal floor. A male Toydarian wearing a smuggler's trenchcoat and a blaster pistol on his hip throws open the doors to the group's cargo container, letting bright light spill over the collection of sentients. "Lets see what your brought me, eh?" A pair of gamorreans in spacesuits drag the floor the group is chained to out of the cargo container and into a dingy cargo hold that smells of blood and fear.<br/>The troydarian looks each person over head to toe from his left to his right.<br/><br/>"Trandoshan, male. This one looks like he has some teeth to him. Class four two thousand credits, we'll market him as a gladiator and a big earner in the betting arenas. Get some of the boys to come down here and work him over, make him look like a real fighter."<br/><br/>The toydairian floats down the line on his wings. "Twi'lek, Female." One of the gamorreans interjects. "Boss this is the one we told you about. The one with the bounty from Kalda the Hutt." The toydarian looks Neesarozul over suspiciously. "This green piece of ass is worth half a million credits?" The toydarian shrugs. "Kalda gets what he wants. The bounty said any condition so after the boys are down beating the Trandoshan, you can take this one for a test ride of the way back."<br/><br/>The toydarian moves down the line to Haykriss Sokorra. "Human, female. The Sith Collective is looking for this one worth a cool fifty thousand credits to Kalda the Hutt if we turn her in to him, so he can turn her over to Darth Nova. Get her into one of those Sith pain harnesses once we reach base. Kalda and Nova will enjoy that."<br/><br/>The troydairian looks upon his next soon to be slave and snarls. "Human, female. Imperial, eh? I lost a lot of good friends to your people back during the war." The toydarian takes Jolyn Suli's jaw in his hand, squeezing tightly. " Class one, twelve thousand credits. We'll market this one to any species suppressed by the Empire as paying her dues. The captain releases Joyln's jaw and smiles with a toothy grin. "Take her to my cabin after we are done, I want to test this one personally."<br/><br/>Next to be examined is Laeli. " Mirialan, Female.  Class one, eighteen thousand credits. Mirialan's are fairly rare we can market her to collectors for a fine price." One of the gamorreans speaks up. "We found this when we took her." The pig man opens his hand revealing Laeli's lightsaber. The toydarian looks it over, and grins. "Twenty eight thousand credits then."<br/><br/>Finally the captain looks over Har-Vey "Lepi, male. I got his information from the one that sold him. We can sell this one to the right woman as a hybrid class one/ class two slave. I bet Nevro the Hutt would love to have a rare man such as this in her court." The captain strokes his chin. " Forty thousand credits. A fantastic haul my boys, we will live like kings!"<br/><br/>After looking you all over a voice comes on over the ships internal PA sounding panicked "Boss you better come up here!" The troydarian flies off with the two gamorreans' in tow leaving the group alone in the cargo hold.<br/>