A Royal Affair - Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Gala Hex

[Teagan Stoirm]

Objective: 2-still looking for dem assassins
Location: Royal Palace, Gala
Allies: [member="Phislo Bress"] , [member="Lok Munin"] , [member="Mesh'la Dral"] , [member="Cathul Thuku"] , Queen Elan
Enemies: Assassins and people staring
Post: 4 / 19

So it had been Mandalorian that Phislo had spoken to him. Teagan hadn't had much of a chance to learn it or be exposed to it. The program to spread the language on Doldur was still getting set up before they went to Mandalore with their Alor, so he never did get to hear more than alor, vod, and dar'manda. He just smiled to her after she finished apologizing to him and said, " I'm not insulted Phislo. I really need and want to learn the language but haven't had the chance to yet. So maybe you can teach me a bit more some time?" He hoped so at least. Be a real shame if something terrible happened here and either of them died.

Teagan became shocked though with what followed from Phislo next. She just suddenly began to openly flirt with him like this in front of the crowd! Why would she do something so bold, so indecent, so.....oh it was part of the whole acting like a couple thing. Right.... Teagan had looked at Phislo a bit shocked when she first started the flirty behavior then blushed when he realized she was acting. He had to look away from her as he said, " Yeah.... I'll, I'll do that....." He looked around at the people in the crowd as he began to dance with her in a sway from side to side. He had totally not forgotten for a second there that this was mission and didn't get caught up in the moment. Nope, he was a natural spy alright....

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Rex Cholo"]
Objective One

There was a limit to how quietly he could move in his armour. Fortunately the howling wind covered a multitude of sins. Take, for example, the rock he managed to stumble over. At least the external speakers preventing his swearing from leaving his suit.

The sheer face of the tower loomed beside them. He figured that if the shields were activated it would take a small army several weeks to crack this base. To start with any assault force would have to be mounted in armoured, airborne transport. They would have to get past the impressive array of air defences. Truthfully, he couldn’t think of a siege going any way beyond a constant orbital bombardment over a prolonged period until the mountain was

He caught sight of shadows ahead. Two silhouettes moving away from them. Must have been the patrol they saw. He knew the layout well. Even though it was stored by his suit he had thoroughly memorised it to cover himself. A hundred metres further and the patrol would turn around and come back. Needed to ensure that didn’t happen. Davon kept one arm on the fortress wall to support his weight as he kept pressed against it, whilst the other took his silenced projectile pistol.

OOC/ Open to whoever came with Davon and whoever climbed the tower to deal with the two up there.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 8/38

Unfortunately Cathul had no idea about what social housing required: perhaps Gala residents ask for different things compared to Azure. Usually Azure residents asked for readily accessible necessities shops when there was new construction of social housing. Even though Cathul was still green to the business of real estate development, unlike Ugohr, considered by many to be the authority among the Jedi for real estate matters, she was even outright lying but she was at least making the lies logically coherent. Yes, Cathul did undertake social housing projects as part of the last budget's worth of public works, just not for 100,000 units at a time. For the past five years, nearly all visitors in prison regarding Ugohr have been for him advising various Jedi about real estate, either as a developer or as a realtor. But the 100,000 units for which Ugohr signed a contract to sell on Elrood were gone in three short months. Cathul was confident that 100,000 units of social housing in Gala would be able to find tenants in that span of time, if not shorter, using Ugohr's housing allocation program that he had his team develop for Coruscant.

"Your Majesty, what is usually comprised in social housing on Gala? What do its residents usually need around?"

"You're not thinking of building entire neighborhoods of social housing, are you?"

"That's how we were even able to provide 100,000 units of social housing on Azure in the first place: when building such massive numbers of housing you need to plan for neighborhoods unlike more boutique construction of housing, and you need several such neighborhoods"

"Local materials, labor and locations of need. I will have my social housing team transmit the relevant information to you and the Ministry of Justice, which will draft a contract for you to provide the 100,000 units, alongside terms and conditions"

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 1
Location: Stygeon Prime
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Rex Cholo"] | [member="Arla Balor"]
[3]

"Probably best if I go." Ronan heard himself say, before he realized it.

That was the little crappy thing about a sense of duty. It had a tendency to creep up to ya, before you could notice its approach and dodge the hell outta the way. Alkesh wasn't much of help either- his little brother just nodded and Ronan grunted in response. He climbed up and up, around and through, until he found himself next to Davon.

Vizsla knew little about Davon, less than he was comfortable with, but enough to know about his temperament.

Calm, steady, like an ancient oak petrified in its last moment... just hanging on there with no opportunity or chance to move on. It was good enough, better than the young pups full of fury and hunger of glory.

They kept their radio silence, probably better that way. Calmness for the storm and all that.

Ronan readied his own silenced slugthrower, waiting, his attention focused in the here and now, firmly attached so it wouldn't slip away from under him.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Mishka Larraq"], [member="3X744"], [member="Eliar Darmyth"]
Enemies: Sith Cultists
Objective: 3
Post: 5

"Stay close, Three," was all that the Akaan said to the youngest Munin clansmen that had joined the Vanguard to deal with this Sith insurgency. It brought a smile on the Mandalorian that a young boy like this wanted to prove his worth to his clan and truly live up to the name "Mandalorian". Maybe this was a bit too much for a boy like Three, then again he had joined the Wolf of War at the Battle of Kashyyyk which was arguably what led the Republic to its grave. Vilaz also made sure that his beloved was close to him, which she was, as he didn't want to lose sight of her at all.

He'd have to keep close tabs on the clone and the woman he loved.

Then all of a sudden, it started to lightly rain. But not just any rain, it was acid raid.

"Oh, feth," the Munin muttered in response to the light rain that just occurred. Every warrior in his Vanguard had power armor liner on their beskar'gam which had properties that resisted against acid, yet they couldn't just stand in the rain. They needed to act now and find shelter to escape from this acid rainfall. "Forget about securing a perimeter, vode. We need shelter so we don't damage our armor a whole lot. Follow me! And someone make sure that little girl doesn't burn her face," the Concordian had said to the men and women of his Vanguard, and would then lead them towards the Chateau. Realizing that there was a shield being generated around the residence, the Cuir Rekr would activate his individual field disruptor and bypass through the shield. Inside, there was no acid rain showering them as it seemed that the shield stopped it from entering inside it.

"Seems we'll be safe from the rain. I want everyone to secure a perimeter and make sure there's nothing in stock waiting to jump us at the right time. I don't want any surprises."

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

Now was the difficult decision. The one that changed everything that followed. Risk getting too close and they might notice early. Take the shot from too far and a miss was just as damaging.

Davon took another few begrudging steps forward. His sidearm accuracy wasn't what it once was, even with the power armour acting to stabilise his aim.

Davon came to a halt. Another choice. High wind to cover the sound, low wind to make the shot. He chose the latter. A slow breath out as he aligned the sights.

"In three," he whispered when the breeze dropped away. Three seconds passed and Davon gently pulled the trigger.

 

[Arla Ordo]

She was climbing to get to the tower to take out the guards, and she was not happy about it at all. Why? She was not a fan of heights, she had a jet pack that was meant to take her from the ground up so that she didn't have to do things like, climb a sheer ice cliff.

She didn't want to look down, she knew somewhere below her [member="Ronan Vizsla"] and [member="Davon Karr"] were moving across the other portion of the fortress.

Now she was ready to be a diversion to get the focus on her but she wanted to be sure that Davon and Ronan were in place to take on the main target. Course if she could she'd dart the two in the tower and then begin picking off others from that cubby.

She smiled, ok she shouldn't smile at that, but she could do it.

She needed to be closer to send off the darts and be on target.

She was close now ready to send off the first dart. Breath.

Send the second.

Both crumbled Arla moved up the wall into the tower shoving the guards out of the way. Theyd sleep a bit. She picked up one of their rifles and aimed into the courtyard.

A text message to Davon and Ronan would appear on their HUD to let them know she was in position.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 9/38

"Your Grace wants to build neighborhoods of social housing, all right, urbanism isn't really my thing. I shall defer to your urbanistic expertise to build these 100,000 units of social housing any way you see fit"

"We would want residents to be as close as possible from everything they need, Your Majesty, especially necessities, like healthcare provisions, food markets, schools and whatnot"

"Is that how you proceeded on Azure?"

"Yes. That proved to be a healthier decision especially considering that social housing residents tend to be from the lower classes of society"

And, of course, the legal team would be more than willing to help Cathul build the housing according to what's best to the residents. Priority should be given to socially responsible startups and then to other small businesses: entrepreneurship is important to maintain long-term economic viability of such neighborhoods. That much she knew. She was no more an economist than Ugohr was, but she senses that the Queen was in for a penny, in for a pound in the dossier. Whereas Ugohr was a Jedi Brute at the time, a minesweeper even, Cathul is a witch doctor instead. They had to find someone willing to do it, and no Mando corporation was actually willing to do such, so Cathul steps in and IGR being still mostly associated with the Alliance in the minds of so many, they are under the illusion that Cathul was actually a Jedi that happened to govern a Mando world. For the most part Cathul acted as a Jedi so that illusion would fail only if she did something that was obviously dar'jetii in nature. But the assassins are still out of Cathul's range...

 

[Atlas Kane]

Objective: Achieve greatness.
Location: Gala's sea -> Island
Allies: His Mandalorian Crew.
Enemies: The freezing cold water, salty air, fickle mistress they call the sea and that annoying loud-mouth who can't stop complaining about the glorious captain valiantly leading this dangerous expedition in an effort to achieve greatness for his Clan.
Post: 2/37,5

The cold sea wind combined with a light trickle of rain hit the un-helmeted face of the Mandalorian. The Mandalorian had been warned of catching a cold, however, so he still wore most of his armour and had the internal heating system turned up to a comfortable "In front of the fire-place" temperature. Somehow though, he felt that someone, somewhere was in a very similar situation, however, they didn't have friends who warned them and were feeling excruciating pain currently as a result of it, whereas Cabur was as happy as happy can be. How lucky he was to have friends like those, he felt bad for the person he thought he perceived through some weird fluke of the Force.

But that's not the point of this story. The point is, Cabur was going to do something worthy of legend this day, something only a true Valkyri could accomplish, and now that that loud-mouth misses third from the left, eighth row from the front was quieted, the legend-in-the-making could continue.

He could feel that this day was going to be different. He was not quite sure what it was, but something was telling him he was going to achieve greatness this day. He took a swig of his favourite Mead from Midvinter in preparation for the battle ahead. He could practically taste his victory. The young Mandalorian gazed out into the darkness encompassing the sea, towards the faintly shining beacon of light that was the island they were heading for. His opponents would surely be numerous, but he was going to defeat all of them to get to his ultimate enemy and he would strike them down with the fury of Helm. Indeed, today was going to be a glorious day.

The party of Mandalorians continued towards the island for a while. It stayed silent save the quiet sounds of the sea. It didn't take long for them to arrive, their journey had been long and hard, but they had landed safely, without any losses or trouble. Cabur only hoped their long journey back home would be equally safe, for the sea could change its face at any moment, claim all their lives as her own. It was a hard life, living on the sea. Cabur was glad that he didn't choose it, for he was much more comfortable risking his life in battle, winning glory for his Clan and the gods, not freezing in the cold rain, in the middle of the sea with the possibility of death around every corner.

"Ugh, if you're going to drag us along on a sailing trip, di'kut, at least make it take more than five minutes of actual time on the sea next time, ok?"

"Haar'chak, misses third from the left, eighth row from the front, I'm going to throw you overboard next time you talk to your captain like this!"

"Heh, try it."

"... I'd rather not ..." And so he walked off, his pride mostly intact. Mostly.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Mesh'la Dral"], [member="Phislo Bress"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Teagan Stoirm"]
Enemies: soon.gif
Objective: 2
Post: 6

Unsurprisingly, Lok was getting extremely bored by this elegant royal ball that he was attending. No doubt did the other Mandalorians, especially those that belonged to his adopted father's clan were getting bored by this foreign custom and were irritated that they were dressed in proper attire rather than their beskar'gam. Then again, they had to do everything they could in order to protect the queen of this planet and maintain the relationship the Mandalorians and subjects of Gala had or are now developing. Not just that, but many Mandalorians wouldn't dishonor themselves, their family, and their clan if their mission was to be a failure.

Needing some air and to get some personal space from the crowd in the ballroom, the Munin would on over to the balcony which was adjacent to h ballroom. There was sure to be less or no people and an excellent place to smoke some of his spice.

"Thank you," the youngster said to a waiter that was walking with a tray full of champagne. Unlike Vilaz, the teenager would drink any type of alcohol and not have a strong preference to ale or anything strong as that. "At least I'll be able to smoke my spice this time," the Munin muttered to himself, remembering that one Underground shindig he attended.

 

[Mishka Larraq]

Objective: 3 (Post 03/38)
Planet: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Vilaz Munin"],
Enemies: Weather, Humiliating Words,
Location: Chateau Malreaux; Acid Raid > Dark and Spooky Castle


With one hand upon a pistol and the other holding the hood of the raincoat in place, Mishka kept pace with the rest of the unit in their sprint for the castle. Inwardly, Mishka was both embarrassed and furious that the ruus'alor had referred to her as a little girl. Outwardly, she could only assume that she was blushing. <They know nothing of Runi'verde.> Mishka thought to herself as she pained over being mocked for not wearing a helmet. <It's not like the Resol'nare says sheb about wearing a helmet anyway.>

While her eyes were locked upon the muddy ground (making sure she maintained her footing while keeping her eyes protected from the acid rain), it fell onto her ears to keep track of her vod and her position relative to them. Were her connection to the Manda not dampened at the moment (some vod in the unit must have been wearing a Ysalamiri Backpack), she could simply "sense" where her vod were in relation to her. Doing the same without that connection was a simple matter though... Her senses were as well trained as those of any other Mando'ad.

One by one, each Mando'ad slipped through the protective shielding of the structure and made their way next to the building. Acid rain no longer an immediate threat, Mishka lowered her bright yellow hood and examined her surroundings. The walls nearest her were made of interlocking cubes of black stone. The floors and ceiling were likely to be similarly constructed of thick stone slabs. The entire structure's aesthetics were... old and strong. And dimly lit. The nearest recesses into the structure were swathed in either absolute blackness or dimly lit areas of shadow created by the occasional torch. Old-school torches... wood and clothe lit on fire and hung from a wall.

<Cooooooool.> Mishka thought to herself as she took in the sights. Her Manda-enhanced senses were still dampened by whoever near her was wearing the Ysalamiri Backpack, but Mishka was fairly certain that the building itself would feel as old and dark and creepy as it looked.

"Jii cuyir ca'nara at dar'tom bal mar'eyir striilir, serim?" She said quietly, not wanting her voice to carry too far.

Girly-song-thing

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf65x9w0-rU

TLRD: Oooh, aaah. That's how it always starts. But later there's running, and screaming.

Mandoa Translations

Spoiler

"This is the part where we split up and look for clues, right?"
"(Now) is (time) (to) (separate) and (discover) (trail), (correct)?"
"Jii cuyir ca'nara at dar'tom bal mar'eyir striilir, serim?"

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Gala
Objective: 2 Royal Ball - food tasting and admiration
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
(5)

Mesh's blue gaze watched keenly as [member="Lok Munin"] made a quick exit towards the balcony after they each went their separate ways shortly after arriving at the ball. She was no dummy. The teenage boy was probably going to go get drunk and/or high before he tried to use his lame pick up lines on some poor girl. Hopefully not the latter otherwise there would be hell to pay when they got back home. Oh well, what was she to do… hold the young Munin's hand all night?

The golden blonde strolled over to the buffet table and made a beeline for the strawberries she'd eyed coming down the formal staircase. Mesh'la picked up one of the red berries and dipped it in the dish of whipped cream that was sitting next to the fruit bowl. She licked her glossed lips, then brought the decedent dessert to her mouth ready to take a glorious bite. Gods it was going to be so good!

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 10/38

While she could hear the advance security team complain in the Force about how they disliked balls and other formal occasions, the Queen conducted their official business with IGR because, by virtue of Cathul being the public face of IGR's ownership, and her position as Governor of Azure, the business must be finalized as completely as feasible in a ball setting. Intrigue was the more interesting part of the job to Elan, but Cathul was actually a governor that took to heart the best interests of the population. Speaking of which one of the members of the advance security team just left the ballroom while another one made a beeline for the strawberries. Perhaps Gala royal protocol allowed for official business to be conducted in such social functions as a ball, whereas other monarchies were not, like Kuat or Naboo. That's why Cathul, being the first to arrive in the advance security team, and hence having first dibs, could actually get stuff done at court. And man did Cathul exploit the Queen's cluelessness about urban planning.

"Your Grace, you act like a Jedi in the face of urban planning"

"Your Majesty, how could you know how Jedi act when building cities? They only build temple complexes by themselves - they never build the cities around them"

"Ugohr, whom I was expecting regarding this business, would have built neighborhoods of social housing much the way you would"

"Ugohr... you think Ugohr was the mastermind behind the construction of New Dinbar on Elrood? You think Ugohr had a hand in rebuilding Azure? The only thing he ever did urban planning for was for Malastare Narrows"

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Vjun - Chateau Malreaux
Objective: 3
Allies MC [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="3X744"] [member="Eliar Darmyth"]
Enemies: Sith Cultists
(6)

'When it rains, it pours' was the ol' saying, but with the Akaan leading the Mando group quickly out of the acid rain that had begun to fall in earnest after their landing, they were able to slip through the shield that was protecting the Chateau and it's surrounding property.

Briika had chosen to wear a nutrient frame carrying a ysalamiri instead of her jet pack since they would be dealing with Sith on this mission. There were very few Force users in Clan Munin so it was pretty standard for her to do so.

Once inside the shield's protective perimeter where it was dry, Briika opened her med kit and pulled out a small package of bacta wipes, then handed the medicated cloths to the young blonde. "Use these on any skin surface that came into contact with the acid rain. It will help alleviate the burning pain. I have drops for your eyes as well if you need them to relieve the stinging effect," Bree offered with nod of her helmeted head; her tone light yet maybe a bit motherly coming through the comms towards Mishko.

It was a habit of hers now that Briika was Alor'ad of Clan Munin. She did the same thing to many of the cadets, especially the young Fett Clone, who she affectionately called Thr'ika. The medic was glad Vilaz was seemingly keeping an eye out for him. Sometimes the boy could get into trouble, and not always on purpose either.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

V J U N
Post 2 of 38
Objective: Sith Cultists
Location: Chateau de Bad Things
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Eliar Darmyth"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"]
Gear: Eukagar'gam | DC-17 Clone Trooper Pistol | Survival Knife

"Stay close, Three."

The small clone perked up at having his name called. Stay close. Got it. "Yes, sir," the child answered brightly.

He was a clone on a mission. A mission to protect the Clan Alor! No one was going to get past him. Blaster pistol leveled, the little Mandalorian stayed with Vilaz as the man moved through the shield, alert for anything.

Movement on the ground.

Pivoting at the waist, the boy brought his blaster to bear. The barrel was pointed down at where a small marmot-like creature was emerging from under the soil. The ground squirrel took one look at the boy and the blaster barrel, then quickly dived back under ground.

That was just how fierce the little Mando boy's protection was. Small animals were known to flee in terror.

"Secure over here," the child reported, even as he knelt down to inspect the burrow hole that the ground squirrel had disappeared into.

Behind him, he could see Miss Briika passing medicated wipes over to a young woman in a poncho. He knew those wipes. Briilka was known to chase him with them after the boy had eaten. Particularly barbeque.

He had sympathy for the woman being assailed and assaulted by Briika the Mad Wiper. But, better her than him!

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Arla Balor"]
Objective: Uno
Post 2
The wind howled outside like an angry pack of space coyotes as it swept around the tower. His HUD crackled with the old man's voice and he wondered if they dug him up or if they forgot to bury him in the first place. Was that a rude thought? Yes, yes it was. Was he still impressed that his old shebs made it up to the top without dying? Also, yes.

He was about to respond to the comm when the other Mando cut in. Pendejo. Rex nodded and climbed up to the window ledge. He looked in and thought that if they were taking the short way maybe it would be best if he covered them from the outside. It meant he would have to climb to the main chambers at the top of the tower and find a way in but by the time they got everything they wanted, he could be slitting a Sith wannabe's throat and having a cigarro. It seemed rational...though he had been hit in the head...a lot. So, with no further lagging behind and absolutely no discussion whatsoever he began climbing...up...without a rope, very little planning and no karks given. What a guy.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 1
Location: Stygeon Prime
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Rex Cholo"] | [member="Arla Balor"]
[4]

Vizsla waited patiently.

There was always the little risk that one of them would be force-sensitive, even if only mildly and this operation would go cock-up. It only took a split-second of precognition to ruin all of their days, but as the three seconds started to pass and there was little to no outward stimuli from the guards... Ronan went with it.

One... zero.

He squeezed his trigger a moment after Davon and the bullets flew. Pop. Pop. Was all anyone heard, before the two guards went down with no fuss.

Huh. In truth Ronan had been expecting something to go wrong, it was almost never that things went nice and easily without any fuss or issues. That's around the time that his attention shifted towards the climbing form of Cholo, up the tower, he suppressed anything remotely to a curse and just nudged Karr's attention towards it as well.

Balor was making good time in the meanwhile, her message was noted and allowed them to proceed ahead.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 11/38

"If Ugohr actually had nothing to do witn New Dinbar on Elrood or with Azure's reconstruction, then who is responsible for those things?"

"New Dinbar is Salacia Consolidated's doing, under [member="Judah Dashiell"]. As for Azure's reconstruction, that's me"

"For some reason I always thought Ugohr did the urban planning work in both instances. My error"

"For so long Ugohr has been associated with that business galaxy-wide. I understand your confusion"

What's taking so long for these assassins to show up? The advance team is in position for hours. Cathul senses something is holding back the assassins but it is best not to provoke them in any shape or form. She also senses the assassins aren't there because they want to prevent social housing projects from happening, using passive Force-sense, but she'd rather not communicate with the rest of the advance team about what motivates the assassins or else she may risk provoking them, regardless of whether or not they are Force-sensitive. She'd assume not but she cannot say for sure at this point. The Force is out of the question here as an encrypted means of communication because she is the only Force-sensitive in the advance team. Plus she is the first line of defense against any assassination attempt. It seems unnatural that assassins would wait this long and have her finish a social housing matter before they act. Plus the advance team is almost asleep on the job; she can just use her spells for fending them off until the rest of the advance team can, well, advance.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Objective 1
Location: tower looking into the square
[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] @ [member="Rex Cholo"]
Post 4

Arla took aim there were guards moving towards the gates, from here she could get them. She felt the weight of the rifle it was not as light as she would normally use and she knew she'd have to sight it in if she was going to be any good at this. She lined up her shot and squeezed, the barrel raised slightly and hit the guy in the leg, well kark. Arla immediately adjusted. Shots were coming from below, nice.

Arla popped up and took the next shot, X marks the spot one down, she ducked. She felt like the aim was still off that it had been luck more than skill. She set up and drew down and took the next shot, off center but the target dropped. Ok she was almost there with the sight.

She took another shot and this some seemed to go right where she wanted it. But now there was a little more action in the area of the gate, Arla began taking them out one by one, as they fired up on her. She had the tower to protect her.

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective: 1
Location: Stygeon Prime
Allies: @Davon Karr | [member="Rex Cholo"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

Cholo might have gone climbing without a word, but at least he was heading in the right direction. The top two floors of the fortress were even more locked down than the rest. If they didn't get there without setting off the alarm they would never get there at all.

They got inside, they sealed the blast doors behind them and they dealt with Numar. Then when the mandalorians laid siege to the Spire there would be no would-be warlords left. Just a lot of soldiers who saw a long, painfully siege on nobody's account.

"Follow him," Davon called. "We've got just a few minutes to reach the Numar."

He could still see the guards tumbling down the mountain side when he started to climb.