Breaking the Bank (Mandalorian Dominion of Muunilist)

[Captain Larraq]

@[member="San Card"]

"In truth, it's simple." Larraq said as he stared at the Neimoidian across from him. "The Mandalorians have a thriving logistical network that can easily handle the needs of this planet. The increased traffic to this sector creates job opportunities for Mandalorians and lowers your expenses thanks to some generous tax cuts on our part. No bases, no military installations, no horse-sheb." Larraq said with an honest look on his face. While his business had plenty of plans for this world, it was as far from a tactical target as one could get. There were obvious benefits to being in good favor with the banks, but they were not the kind of benefits that could be gained by simply garrisoning a legion on the planet.

"You declare your intention to become a Mandalorian territory." Larraq continued. "We leave you alone, we provide you with logistical support, and everyone in the sector knows that if they harass you they are harassing one of the most violent militaries in the galaxy."

"Truth be told, at this point we just want to keep you out of the hands of another Empire. We don't trust their intentions and have no plans to give them the opportunity to fill the shoes of the Sith." Larraq said planely as he leaned back into his chair. "We know they have their eyes on this planet. What we don't know are their intentions for it."

"Our intelligence tells us that the Fel Empire has no intention of picking a fight with the Mandalorians. And in truth, we would crush them if they tried. We have every reason to believe that by just declaring yourselves affiliated with us, the Fels will back down and keep away. But should you request it, we have several fleets on standby that can aid in patrolling your space and further deterring further Empires from attempting to subjugate this world."

 

[San Card]

San tapped on his data pad and brought up images from the imperial garrison and slid it across the desk.

"You have your people finish this mess and keep the Fels away and you have my ssupport." San said as he leaned back in his chair and put folded his hands. "Now lets talk stock exchange."

@[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[The Pale]

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Atia Santorus "]@[member="Henry Garon"]

The Pale stepped in to the light of day. Not even a feint shimmer of light seemed to reflect from his armor. Several gunships wizzed by in the sky. One broke off and made towards him. The cavalry he requested had arrived. The pilot brought the ship down to within inches of the duracrete, testament they were skilled. The door swung open for him and Pale climbed aboard. As soon as the door slammed shut they were off to rejoin the formation. Peering through the T-shapped visor he looked over the warriors before him. Things had changed during his absence, well over five thousand years of change. The one thing that he knew remained the same was the warrior spirit of the Mandalorian's. They proved that at Kaas. "For those of you who don't know me, I am Commander Pale. The Iotran Commander in Highport told me there is a Sith cruiser hiding in a hurricane over the near by ocean. And as a show of good will we're going to take her as a prize and present it to the Muun's. Removing the Sith remnants from this world is becoming priority, but we must not cause collateral damage. We want this world as an ally, and we'll have it so if we can show we'll act as such; and not conquerors".

 

[Petra Cavataio]

“He’ll see you now.” A voice came from behind a desk. Petra was playing reserve and not just busted in with her demands. Her behavior would have been easier to remember. So calm and professional into the office she went. Taking a seat in the office, she relaxed in the chair across of the president of the firm. He greeted her and asked his standard question for why she was visiting him.

Petra smiled and did not say a word. The force was welling up like spring as she focused on it. The Muun male did not know what was coming. She reached out with the force and grabbed his mind with it. There she began to feeding thoughts to her liking about doing what she wanted, listen to her, and more. After a minute or two, she spoke up. “I think your firm would benefit with investing into a new company. It has plans to grow and being at the ground level would make the firm lot of money.”

“That sounds like high risk actually. It…” The man started to reply but Petra interrupted with overwhelming his mind. She changed his mind. It was made to look like the firm was investing into her company; however, the reality was she was stealing it to help her goals. She planted another round of suggestions and left the office. It was time to cause trouble elsewhere.

-Hours Later for the Muun Male-
Money had been transfer to his personal account then to fake one and finally to Petra’s company. He double checked and made ghost figures and amounts in the records. Once he was finish, he fulfilled his last command. The last time anyone saw him alive was leaving his office. After that, he was found taking the express elevator on the outside of the building.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The final stormtrooper fell silent, as did this particular phase of Ember's involvement in the assimilation of Muunlinst. The critical point, of course, had been to smash this secret installation before it got off word to command -- and before they could destroy what they protected. His lightsabre deactivated and clipped itself to his belt, and he shambled into the deepest recesses of the research base.

"Feth, I need a drink."

 

[Captain Larraq]

@[member="San Card"]

Larraq took the datapad and glanced at the images of the ongoing battle at the Imperial Garrison. Truth be told, Larraq wasn't aware of any plans for such an engagement but was incredibly relieved that the Neimoidian approved of the course of action his people were making. "We'll keep the Fel's out of your space and away from the planet. But we don't really have any plans to interfere with your operation of the stock exchange. You do with it what you will. We're just here to keep it out of the hands of another Empire." Larraq said honestly as he leaned back into the chair. He flipped through the images on the datapad and watched his mandalorian brothers storm the facility. "We'll have this cleared up in a few hours." Larraq said as he placed the datapad back on the table and stood up. "I'm glad we have your support on this matter."

Larraq straitened the collar of his uniform before moving to shake the Neimoidian's hand. As he did so, he noticed the small red dot on the back of the banker's neck disappear as the sniper recognized the cancel order he had given with his body language. "Have your people send me your logistical needs and I'll get it sorted out within the day. For now though, I have other business meetings to attend to."

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Well, shab," was all Betna said as he lowered the rifle.

All that counting, all that shabla counting, only to get a cancelled kill order. He set the rifle down and pulled out the list he had for his kills. He went down the list and started crossing through the names he'd already dealt with. One after the other the names were scratched out. Betna stopped at the cancelled name for a moment. Technically, if he crossed it out, it would qualify as a kill completion. He thought a few seconds before putting a small asterisk beside the name.

"Well, @[member="San Card"]," Betna said to himself. "Looks like someone out there likes you. And that someone is Larraq. Next target, I guess."

With that, he moved to the next target building. Apparently there was a fat Rodian that somehow had made its way to the top of a Muunilinst banking organization. Betna had to give the being credit, that was hard to do. Unfortunately, the Rodian's loyalties lay elsewhere. He had to go...

@[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[San Card]

@[member="Captain Larraq"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"]

The old Muun sat waiting for Larraq to leave so he could sigh. He called to his secretary.

"Get the data sent to the Mandalorians now please. We just averted another imperial occupation." San said and he had gotten leave to get read of his enemies and the sith garrison.

All in all it was a good day.

 

[Ordo]

@whoever and company

Ordo moved quickly away from the hanger as it blew and destroyed the sith chances for concentrated air support.

He rushed to the armory next and slapped a charge on the door.

3...2...1..

KAFREAKINPOW

The door and part of the wall blew inward and Ordo walked in with his rifle at the ready.

Pop Pop.

Another stormtrooper faced the good ol' double tap and Ordo kept moving. This building he was going to keep intact to use a spoils for the vode. Sith kit was fun to use as trophies and ordo would have to eemember to grab a some stormtrooper armor for his field. Darn crows.

 

[Strider Garon]

“I remember them all, Santorus!” Strider’s reply was as sharp as his blade as his eyes fell upon his biological son and those that he consider his own born of battle comrade. Finally Commander Pale arrived and now it was time for the show to begin. Strider stepped up from his position and poked his head into the cockpit giving the pilot a hand signal to take off and reform with the rest of the squadron. Game on….

“Commander Pale, I believe we should split the boarding party up into three teams. Team one consisting those on this boarding craft will take the bridge by breaching the bridge tower from the Aft. Team two shall breach close to engineering as close as they can so that the sith crew shall have a hard time scuttling the ship. And Team three shall act as support and distraction, hitting the hanger bays and messing with their pilots long enough for our gunships to gain Air superiority over the ship.” Strider advised The Pale, a simple plan and but it was still up to him to make the final decision.

@[member="Atia Santorus"] @[member="Henry Garon"] @[member="The Pale"]

 

[Ordo]

The sounds of Ordo's assault rifle echoed through the Sith armory as he quickly cleared it of remaining stormies.

It was dirty bloody and brutal but it was done and he had a wounded left shoulder to show for it from a frag grenade that got through. Ordo cared little for the shrapnel. It wasn't the first piece and he was willing to bet it wouldn't be the last.

"This is Striil 6." He said into his buy'ce comlink. "Armory secured."

He looked through the kit and found a new friend to play with, a mobile rotating blaster blaster cannon.

"Oh you're comin home with buir." He said as he carried it to the back to stash it.

Next target now.


@[member="Petra Cavataio"] @[member="The Pale"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]

(Half way there y'all let stick this pig and move along.)

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Leaving the firm, there was a sense of being pleased with what she did. Petra had no remorse in regards of using people for her gain. It was an act that she always justified. However, deep down was where the greed existed for her own personal gain. She entered her ship and took a seat. A message that all transactions happen was what she was looking for. Also the same time she turned on the comms to listen to open channels. She knew Mandos were there but what they were doing was unknown. Old habit of making noise was the tip off she looked for and hoped.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Crack...

One Rodian dealt with, a few more targets to go. He ran through the last few targets quickly finding, targeting, and eliminating them all. Betna ran through his list once more and realized, quite happily, that his list was done. With the exception of San Card, he'd wiped all of them out entirely. Now, it was just to initiate the rest of the plan.

He went back to where he'd seen Larraq in the government building at took aim. He waited for the wind to die down a bit and gauged the range accurately. Betna waited until his heartbeat and breathing synched up then waited for the natural lull between beats and breathing.

Crack...

A bolt of energy punched through the window of San Card's office. It seared the air a few inches in front of the Muun's nose before blowing a chunk out of the wall beyond. Once the shot had been fired, he lingered a moment or two more until he figured he'd been seen, then hauled shebs to the building's rooftop entrance.

Time to wrap things up. Time to leave.

@[member="San Card"] @[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

Ordo found himself in a spot finally as he had been moving to the head quarters building. The stromiies an E-web and a tight kote werr chafing his shebs.

The E-web pounded at Ordo's cover while ho thought about what he was going to have for diner and what grenade he'd use next.

A well placed shot sent debris over Ordo's head and he realize those boys need some love before he could move on.

Ordo fell away from his cover and fired across the ground into the stormtroopers legs and then into there heads and bodies as the collapsed.

"Maybe some Roba steaks today." He said as he got up to move.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"]

A silent figure fluttered down from a nearby building, to land blades-first in the E-Web operator as Ordo gunned him down. Ember rose, withdrawing his Thorn of Ryloth hookblades, and hooked the barely man-portable powerpack over his shoulder without flinching. When an old Master spent most of his life focusing on physical enhancement, things could get...interesting.

He unpinned the tripod and picked up the E-Web.

"Let's get to work, Field Marshal," he said, ad if he was holding a normal blaster rifle under his arm.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

Ordo grinned as Ember dropped on the troopers and grabbed the E-web.

"You read my mind." Ordo said moving to take flank as the two headed toward the headquarters.

This was going to get real fun real quick.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Ordo"]

It was like carrying an ancient Republic trooper's autocannon, but more so. The E-Web spat rapid fire, sawing through structural supports, guards, and the doors themselves. A few precise shots took the doors clear off their hinges long before Ember and Ordo started up the front steps. Desultory fire came down from the sides of the doorway, but Ember put rapid fire through the walls by the doorframe. The lintel sagged. The fire ceased.

"Clear for now."

 

[The Pale]

@[member="Atia Santorus "]@[member="Strider Garon"]

Pale grabbed on to an overhead grip as the pilot banked upwards for altitude. "We should have no issues with them scuttling the ship, if they do, its a death sentence in that storm. That alone is enough to deter them from doing that. They will try and run though, but we'll have to stop that. The bridge is the primary target, and the hangar secondary. Without them they can't control the ship and they can't escape. The engine room is tertiary, we can take it after the first two targets are taken. Along with clearing the rest of the ship. But your breaching points seem best. Whats your name brother"?

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

Ordo stomped over what was left of the doors and stacked on one of the inside doors. He pulled a flash bang held it up to make sure Ember saw and tossed it through the opening.

3...2...BANG!

Ordo burst through and only had to shoot two stubborn stormies that must have come from the upper floor. Everything else had been..."supressed", by the E-web.

Ordo went to a terminal and plugged in his datapad. He typed for a second or two and his preprogrammed 'pad began downloading data from the Sith mainframes.

"We can see what they had cooking later." He said as the data downloaded.

 

[San Card]

@[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Captain Larraq"]

San yelled as he fell backwards out of his chair. The smell of burnt ozone filled the office as the chunks of the far wall peppered his desk. He peered out his window in time to see a figure move from the edge. Apparently he had made the better choice.

San crawled to his desk and hit the intercom.

"Mrs. Bent get my speeder immediately!" he yelled, "I need to go now!"