A great slave ship boldly landed on this planet, with a key leader in the selling and trading of slaves within the alliance. He was quite good at finding the perfect slave for his buyer and he had a great shipment with him, despite this repuation and that of this... Sparticus woman they made no improvents to security here, or anything like that as the ship arrived late at night. The person in question was a women, a member of the Kartian race. On the scale of power they were aorund that of a human, but there minds were quite sharp as they resembled that of a true cat person.

It was raining…it always seemed to rain on this planet. Perhaps it was a curse for its terrible role in the galaxy. A slight smile formed across Nicole’s ruby red lips, as the thought slipped from her mind. No, were there any divine force, any karma, any sort of balance of good and evil in this universe then perhaps she would not have suffered as she had. Four years undergoing the never ending torment of the creatures at that ‘school’ as they still had the gall to call it had turned her from a lively, positive person to a dark and foreboding presence. She had committed many a terrible deed since leaving that place, and would have liked nothing better than to go back and take revenge on those creatures for all they’d done, one centimetre at a time. That, however, was beyond her capabilities…at the moment. For now she spent her time taking vengeance and dealing her own form of ‘justice’ upon those who sought to trade and barter her life.
Her bright, unearthly red eyes scanned across the terminal screen, searching for anything of remote interest intently. Nicole had settled into a rhythm here, and it had so far been successful. Never before had these slavers, or the local law enforcement for that matter, dealt with terrorist tactics before. She’d done everything to this point, from picking off a target with a laser rifle to cutting their throats personally, and she didn’t regret a single one of them. Her mind wandered again off the terminal screen for a moment as she thought back to what she had learned in studies back home. Perhaps she was an example to support the theory that all humans had a dark side, simply waiting for the right stimulus to erupt. Four years ago she could not have brought herself to harm anything bigger than an insect, now she would gut a living being without a second thought, and use their blood to write her name across the wall.
The thought was a depressing one, to say the least. Was she even human any more, she wondered. That thought, however, brought something of a sarcastic smile to her face. Doubting herself and what she was doing, she supposed there was some humanity hidden within her heart yet. It vanished, however, as quickly as it had come when her eyes traced across a name that appeared on the incoming ship registry. It looked…startlingly familiar. Consulting the wrist computer she’d stolen from one of her victims she learned that it was indeed a slaver’s ship…and a well known one at that. Its patronage included many of the wealthiest in the system and its ‘product’ of the highest quality. This would undoubtedly be the highest profile target she’d gone after yet, and that sent a tingle of doubt through her spine. Confidence and the record of the past quickly buried that lone doubt in a see of hope. Killing someone like this would definitely earn her note…she had to do it.
She observed from a distance for a day, watching the pattern of guards, patrons coming to examine the slaves and the handful of slaves that were brought into the open. The patterns of the guard patrols were easy to decipher…almost too easy. Again the doubt was pushed aside, this was opportunity and it had to be seized with both hands. On the second day the area was preparing for the public auction, Nicole imagined the slaver was not keen to remain on a planet where so many of her ilk had been brutally murdered. In the bustle of activity she found it all too easy to slip between a few guards and into the ship’s hold. Silently she moved through the cavernous enclosure, eyes scanning for any way up or a door into the bowels of the ship.

It was such an old and tired clichie, but you found it was an older type transportation ship, which only had sensors in the air ducts to track slaves with a tracking chip, very low level sensore tech and in this model the air ducts were big enough for her all around and... they lead everywhere on the ship, it was a larger ship, then from her second cleansing or whatever but the design was the same as that would be the best way to move around.

This was a bit…easy, too easy in fact. Nicole finally opted to listen to the voice in her head that was now screaming at the top of its proverbial lungs. The ship was an older style and infiltrating it would be a cake walk…and that made things far too simple. Someone had once said that “The easy way is always mined.” While there may not be mines on the ship the saying definitely rang true enough here to make her stomach clench. The ducts should be unguarded and unprepared for infiltration…which made them too obvious for her. Instead she slipped wordlessly through an open maintenance hatch, into the network of crawlspaces that existed for repair crews. There might be the occasional sensor, but that’s why she had a personal jamming device. She would simply appear as a blank space in any low level scan.

Crawling through the repair ducts proved to be no problem at all for her as most of the crew was out having fun on the planet or helping with the auction. As you go through you hear the name. Selina. That was your target listening carefully you hear someone talking to this Selina just outside, details of how she wanted to handle the day.

Nicole halted abruptly, her ear twitched slightly at the sound of a familiar name. Selina…it was the first of her targets on this ship of horrors. From where it came, however, was not an immediately easy task to figure. The long, empty corridors made echoing a constant annoyance. After a moment’s wandering she found the hatch from whence the sound came and simply listened in on the conversation, making no move to open the hatch, at least not yet. Her right hand moved slowly as to not make a sound and unclasped the cover on the weapon she’d brought aboard for this task, a dagger whose blade was as long as her forearm. Nicole had taken it from an earlier victim and intended to leave it impaled in this one…a little message to the slavers that there was indeed only one Spartacus. Carefully she listened as the two in the room discussed the day’s plans before they exchanged pleasantries and one of them left the room…which one she wasn’t certain but it would not likely be difficult to find her quarry if indeed she had left the room. Stealth was…not an issue any longer, she knew of two people and well…she’d have to hurry if Selina had indeed left the room. The hatch’s lock snapped open, followed immediately by the sound of its slamming against the deck floor. “You’re long overdue the reaper’s blade, slaver!” she yelled, lunging towards…whomever was still in the room with the dagger.

Inside the room was a young human woman around 15 with only a wrist computer around her wrist and a collar around her neck other then that she was completely nude. As her eyes go wide as you see's you as you land ontop of her with your lunge as her eyes were full of fear, there was something familar about this slave though. SOmething about her...