Public Back at 'The House' -- Post-mission follow up

[Saija Kwann]

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

F R O N T I E R W A R The message of the Iron Declaration had rung loud across the galaxy. In the darkest recesses of wild space, the Mandalorian Enclave's proclamation had been heard loud and clear. The tyranny of pirates, slavers, smugglers and criminals would no longer be suffered. The time...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

F R O N T I E R W A R The message of the Iron Declaration had rung loud across the galaxy. In the darkest recesses of wild space, the Mandalorian Enclave's proclamation had been heard loud and clear. The tyranny of pirates, slavers, smugglers and criminals would no longer be suffered. The time...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

We head into the Cantina District to a dump called "Bobo's." The original proprietor had died off and one of his nephews--a sleemo named Tob Verool--inherited the adult oriented place. He kept the name since it was known by many spacefarers of all types. While the OG Bobo's was somewhat...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

We head into the Cantina District to a dump called "Bobo's." The original proprietor had died off and one of his nephews--a sleemo named Tob Verool--inherited the adult oriented place. He kept the name since it was known by many spacefarers of all types. While the OG Bobo's was somewhat...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

We head into the Cantina District to a dump called "Bobo's." The original proprietor had died off and one of his nephews--a sleemo named Tob Verool--inherited the adult oriented place. He kept the name since it was known by many spacefarers of all types. While the OG Bobo's was somewhat...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

We head into the Cantina District to a dump called "Bobo's." The original proprietor had died off and one of his nephews--a sleemo named Tob Verool--inherited the adult oriented place. He kept the name since it was known by many spacefarers of all types. While the OG Bobo's was somewhat...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

S E A R C H & D E S T R O Y Location: Lyran IV, Starbase Yamarro Local Time: 18:53 Date: -DATA CORRUPTED- Primary Objective: Destroy Precious Cargo & Get out Secondary Objective: N/A Equipment: Loadout 3 (No Medical Backpack. Wearing a black, large hooded poncho over beskar’gam.)...

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Dominion - The Frontier War: No Mandalorian's Sky | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Lyran IV

S E A R C H & D E S T R O Y Location: Lyran IV, Starbase Yamarro Local Time: 18:53 Date: -DATA CORRUPTED- Primary Objective: Destroy Precious Cargo & Get out Secondary Objective: N/A Equipment: Loadout 3 (No Medical Backpack. Wearing a black, large hooded poncho over beskar’gam.)...

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( With Kronn K'taris and Chordok )

Over the spaceport of Smarteel City, a familiar sight to the regulars whizzes over the docking area. The Chimera is coming in way hotter than regulation port speed, engines roaring loudly. As the landing thrusters fire and kick up clouds of dust everywhere, the tips of the Lambda shuttle's wings near-miss the edges of the circular docking port, setting off the proximity alarms.

Emerging from cover, an angry Devaronian shakes his fist at the people descending the ship's access ramp. He is cursing loudly enough to be heard, even over the wailing alarm echoing in the bay. But then he is stared down into utter silence. It isn't the armor clad Mandalorian ( Kronn K'taris ) or the Wookiee ( Chordok ) that shocks the crimson-skinned horned alien, it's the female Twi'lek whose demeanor is hotter than a reactor in meltdown.

"Shut off that fleekin' noise!!!" The klaxon hurts my sensitive hearing, I'm clutching my lekku and gritting my teeth. I am so not in the mood for this farkin' chit. The dock worker quickly shuts off the alarm, nervously pointing a control fob at the nearby computer terminal with a wobbly hand. If it had taken any longer, I'd have kicked him right in his pogees.

After the landing bay becomes quiet, the Devaronian man looks simultaneously puzzled and pleased as a steady stream of humanoid females, all scantily clad and extremely attractive, walk out of the starship in a seemingly endless parade. There's even a female of his own species, which causes him to smile with bared teeth. "Hey! Let me know if theres anything I can do for you! Or your friends!"

"Yeah, you can give the ship a good once over. And polish the canopy."

Storming off, I leave Kronn and Chordok behind as I lead all twenty-four former slave girls to the safest place on the planet that I know of: Carousel. The "social club" is even more secure than the Bounty Hunter Guild's local chapterhouse, no offense to Chordok. The owner/operator of Carousel, "Lady Zee," is part of our plan to repatriate these girls from the late space-pimp Tob Verool and his slaver gang.

 

[Saija Kwann]

Lady Zee and her protocol droid greeted us as we arrived at Carousel. We guided the rescued women to a wing of the building large enough to shelter all of them. While the droid assisted them in getting settled in, I had a talk with Zee about long term solutions.

During our time in hyperspace, I talked to most of them. Most of them agreed to resettle on Smarteel at Carousel; despite the barren conditions and shady atmosphere they still wanted to ply their trade, they did make alot of credits working for "Uncle Bobo." But they wanted fair compensation and decent treatment, not life as some indentured servant in perpetual peonage. That's why Zee was in on the plan; she treated her girls fairly and with respect. Carousel was a sanctuary as well as a "social house." Both of them necessities in this lawless fringe part of Wild Space.

When I felt like talking to Chordok again, I asked about having a couple of serving girls at the Guild chapterhouse. Some of the former slaves were barmaids and servers before being kidnapped into slavery. What the place needed was a feminine touch.

Still, a few others wanted to go someplace more civilized or go to their home worlds. "I've got the transportation already taken care of," Zee reassured me. When the post-raid discussion was still in the planning stages, Kronn K'taris had wanted nothing to do with that. "I'm a bounty hunter, not a taxi service. I'm in this deep enough as it is."

I push thoughts of Kronn out of my head as I remind Zee, "And whatever you do, keep them away from Cad City. It might be a little nicer over there, but you know those Corpo scum..."

"Trust me, Saija. Everything's taken care of. Now what's troubling you?" I hated it when she did that. I've usually got a relaxed Sabacc face. She can usually read anyone except me and a few others. Is it really that obvious?

Dodging the question, I nip the subject in the bud and decide to retreat. "I don't want to talk about it. Listen, I've got to get back to the guild...Chordok is waiting for me."

"What about Kronn? Is he waiting for you too?" She asks with a faux-innocent aire, probing for an answer she already knows.

"I said I don't want to talk about it." Great, I just tipped my hand. So much for the Sabacc face.

 

[Kronn K'taris]

I didn't have time to deal with Saija's petty drama, there were more important things I had to attend to. The crusade against evil in Wild Space didn't come without cost, and we had lost one of our own on Lyran IV. Now it was time to commit his body back to the sands from whence we came. Five of us total went out to escort Garlen K'taris into the desert.

We were his closest friends in the tribe (L to R); Deihan who was a confidant and mentor. Uva, she and Garlen were friendly hunting rivals. Two others also accompany us out to the burial sands in the deep southern reaches, Renn and Vaak-Tur. The former seemed to be inseparable from the desert hunter, the latter had accompanied Garlen in battle away from where the rest of us had been positioned. Out of all of us, Vaak-Tur carried the heaviest burden for Garlen was also his 'kid' brother...he had earned his signet and position in the tribe of course, but Garlen had been a little brother to all of us.

Vaak-Tur lashed Garlen's body onto an Orbak after removing its saddle. Afterward, he attached a lead so the beast would ride alongside his own mount. The rest of us rode behind, all of us with ultrasonic emitters to ward of any Quagga in the area that could be swimming underneath the sands. They'll get theirs soon enough. The Quagga provided us with food and as such it was only fitting that we provide the Quagga with food. The ritual has changed over time, but the basic idea is still the same.

 

[Commander Jonn Ka'bel]

The Corporate Authority of Denon had become concerned about the frontier wars flaring up in Wild Space. There was always one group or another vying for power or territory, but whatever the movement of the week was, the company still had a profit margin to maintain and assets to protect. No one in their right minds would try to overtake a subsidiary operation of Direx of this size. Just in case, however, the home office decided to dispatch an additional security detachment to 'Cad City' to supplement the unit already there. The skies screamed overhead as ship after ship descended on Cad City. Landers, dropships, shuttles, carriers all accompanied a command ship. Disembarking were Delta Security shock troopers with state of the art weapons and technology; armored suits, E-Webs, battle droids, combat speeders and even a couple of light armor units.

Rumor had it that a high level CorpSec security commander on Denon had crossed the line with a junky vaporhead that turned out to be a spoiled daddy's boy. The wayward son of a Direx senior executive with connections, namely friends in the leadership of the Galactic Alliance. After the GA had politically allied itself with Direx, a memo went with orders to terminate CorpSec personnel who were "undesirable for sustained peace and order on Denon." Commander Jonn Ka'bel was one of those people.

While the executive got what he wanted, to exile Ka'bel from Denon, the home office worked out an arrangement to have him reassigned. The distinguished officer was too valuable to just let go altogether. A man like him needed a place where he could do his job unimpeded by bureaucracy and bleeding hearts who didn't have what it took to get the job done. The planet Smarteel and its valuable mining operation was the perfect solution for everybody.

The civilian population was none too pleased to hear that Commander Ka'bel had been posted here. Tales of his brutality and utter disregard for the rules of engagement had earned him a fearsome reputation that spanned many parsecs, even all the way out in the middle of nowhere. And now he had arrived with a small army of men under his command. All of them as brutally efficient and fanatically loyal to Direx as their leader. Their standing orders were to hold the city and maintain order at all costs. They didn't care about Smarteel City or any of the other settlements. Nor did they care about the indigenous tribes who banged rocks together. Ka'bel's official interests lied only with Cad City and company property.

Contact with underworld elements was secretly authorized by the home office, which was something that Commander Ka'bel specialized in. To be blunt, Delta Security would need help from those that the Mando's were trying to eliminate if they were to secure the mining colony in the long term. Commander Ka'bel wasted no time in this endeavor, landing his command vessel after a low fly-by to let the colonists know that a new sheriff was in town...

 

[Saija Kwann]

After squaring things away with Lady Zee, I return to "The House." As usual, when entering alone, I see Chordok's droid about to give me an earful of the "Elysium Protocol" speech that I've heard countless times before. Just as I'm about to hand over my blaster, the sound of a Wookiee's most commanding roar gets the attention of everyone in the room.

"Sir?" The droid looks back at him. Chordok walks across the room and puts a paw on my shoulder, then roars a second time even louder.
To everyone here this was a HUGE deal. Very few people were excepted from the House rule of checking all weapons. To be allowed to keep my blaster at my side was a pretty huge public gesture on Chordok's part, especially since I wasn't a member of the Guild. Another rule he ignored as this was a member's only club.

The droid faces me once more. "You may keep any weapons you may possess on your person. I am sure you are familiar with the rest. May I get you a beverage?"

"Spotchka. Tall glass." When the droid gives me my drink, I stay seated at the bar, mingling with the some of the other bounty hunters. Chordok is with me; most of us are exchanging stories about recent events. Along with Clan K'taris, a number of the Guild had also aided The Enclave in cleaning up Wild Space of intergalactic scum. Several of the people they went after had warrants or active bounties, like the slaver Tob Verool. Other bounty hunters served as reinforcements to Enclave fighters and didn't tag along for money, but for the idea of dispensing a little bit of frontier justice to those who had evaded it for far too long.

Chordok and I have a moment together. I keep it short and sweet. I know he meant well to bend the rules like he did and that he did it to assuage my feelings, which have been on my sleeve and all over the place since Lyran IV. "Thank you, my dear friend." He trills at me in a friendly way as he toasts his glass on mine and we share a well earned drink together.

Now if only Kronn would do the same thing for me... ~takes a generous shot of Spotchka!~