Anthium IV. The planet was little more than a foot note on most star charts as it possessed little in the way of natural resources or unique indigenous life. As such it lay in a no man's land that no planetary government wanted to claim, being a favored by smugglers, pirates and other ne'er do wells who sought out places like this for the anonymity provided from both authorities and other seeking to muscle their way into a deal.

High in the canopy, shrouded from sight by the Kaji cloaking device Shadow Hunter watched the slavers move about the camp that they had set up on the planet recently as a training camp to condition their merchandise for sale to the highest bidder. She was marking targets with the use of her mask when the sound of a sonic boom drew not only her attention but the slavers as well up into the sky as the huntress' mask picked out and magnified the form of a ship making re-entry into the planets atmosphere.

Making quick calculations the shrouded woman left her perch and began making her way into the jungle towards the projected landing site of the new arrival.

Sinead had the ship on autopilot while she was preparing... her usual black latex top and pants adorning her, striped with orange slashes across her back and thighs... unzipped enough to see her orange sport bra and stopping just short of her midriff. She had loaded both of her firearms... antiquated even by human standards but still effective... and pulled on her gloves. The directorate had picked up a small number of slavers in this system that had fled from Shokushu, and she was trying to track down the girls that had likely been taken here before they passed out of the realm of their jurisdiction.

She had to catch her footing as the ship hit atmosphere... even the inertial dampeners not fully reducing the blow to the ship. The young agent spun her revolver once before holstering the weapon and looking at the loading ramp to the ship. She was glad that the agency was trusting her to handle such things, but at the same time she really wished she had backup more often. Reports on the number of slavers were unconfirmed but there was probably a camp set up... which meant at least four or five, and possibly many more than that. As the ship touched down, she leapt from the back ramp, before it took off, programmed to enter orbit and wait until she needed it... or relay communications back to the A.D.D.

The jungle spread out before her as she ran for the tree line... sure her entrance would have been seen unless they were simply morons. Still, they probably couldn't get here this quickly, she reasoned...

Shadow landed lightly on the tree branch as she saw the small starship turn and lift up from the surface where she was able to pick out the hidden form of a young woman. She smirked in amusement as the huntress turned her attention to the ascending craft, from her position in the tree line she was concealed from the other woman's position. The shoulder mounted cannon came to life and the servo motors of the arms whirred almost silently as the shrouded Shadow used her helmet to lock onto the retreating craft followed by the building whine of the weapon before a brilliant blue discharge of plasma shot out of the weapon, striking one of the engines ship while the terrified screeches of animals filled the air for mile around. This caused it to pitch to the left as the damaged engine belched smoke and fire with its companion whining loudly in protest as it slowly plummeted towards the planets surface below.

The huntress now turned her attention back to the stunned and confused woman below, waiting patiently to see what she would do, confident that she would be able to enjoy hunting this new prey even with the slavers party approaching from the camp. She quickly zoomed in on the womans face and activated the audio playback function before choosing one she kept on hand for the beginning of a new hunt.

"I see you pretty, pretty..." the voice was garbled and slightly mismatched, as if the speaker was unuse to the english language.

Shadow landed lightly on the tree branch as she saw the small starship turn and lift up from the surface where she was able to pick out the hidden form of a young woman. She smirked in amusement as the huntress turned her attention to the ascending craft, from her position in the tree line she was concealed from the other woman's position. The shoulder mounted cannon came to life and the servo motors of the arms whirred almost silently as the shrouded Shadow used her helmet to lock onto the retreating craft followed by the building whine of the weapon before a brilliant blue discharge of plasma shot out of the weapon, striking one of the engines ship while the terrified screeches of animals filled the air for mile around. This caused it to pitch to the left as the damaged engine belched smoke and fire with its companion whining loudly in protest as it slowly plummeted towards the planets surface below.

The huntress now turned her attention back to the stunned and confused woman below, waiting patiently to see what she would do, confident that she would be able to enjoy hunting this new prey even with the slavers party approaching from the camp. She quickly zoomed in on the womans face and activated the audio playback function before choosing one she kept on hand for the beginning of a new hunt.

"I see you pretty, pretty..." the voice was garbled and slightly mismatched, as if the speaker was unuse to the English language.

Sinead hadn't even made it a few feet before there was a thunderous "THOOM" followed by another, more distant explosion. A quick turn told her that one of her ships engines had been hit. Ducking behind the nearest tree, she quickly tapped out new commands to the ship's computer, recalibrating the autopilot from her gauntlet in an attempt to save it. In the distance, the ship put itself down... hard... in the middle of the jungle, probably being severely damaged in the process and incapable of taking off again, though some of the equipment inside might have survived.

"This... this is why I use the cheap models." She mutters, knocking her head back against the tree in frustration. Without wasting any more time, she drew her rifle and checked the chamber... slamming the bolt closed again before running into the jungle in the direction her intelligence indicated the slavers had been camping. It was old data, but it was a place to start. Already she was starting to sweat... it was reasonably warm but unbearably humid.