Backseat Slavedriver- 9.012
The flight to Carshoulis Prime was not a short jump, although it was fairly close to the Core, because of all the ridiculous checkpoints the Cizerack had in place around the borders of the Cluster. Obviously one could plot a course to avoid them, the known ones, but then you ran the risk of running into a uncharted interdiction zone and being instantly tagged as a smuggler or worse.
Sasseeri was prepared for a ridiculous and invasive search of her yacht as they were checked out by an uppity Huntress Captain and her tiny fleet of Keerta-class ships backed by a single Korri-class battlecruiser. So, it was surprising when they were allowed to pass with a bare minimum of harassment. Perhaps the Pride was growing soft.
She walked the passages of her ship to the small but lush hydroponic garden she'd had installed in the center of it. It was arranged in such a fashion that when one was in the middle of the garden you could barely tell you were on a ship at all. The crew of the ship were not allowed inside, and so she did not expect to see anyone there at all, except that this time there was a being in the garden.
It shouldn't have surprised her that it was him. "jI see you arrre makjing yourrrself at home."