Bringing Iron Back

[Zef Halo]

Prelude...

During the rapid decline Ra Vizsla's death brought to the Mandalorians and subsequently the chaos of the civil war, many aruetii opportunists found a 'niche' in the market. As the Mandalorians were in complete disarray, cunning offworlds saw the opportunity to open smuggling beskar channels.

The rare and highly priced Mandalorian iron ore was necessary to remain in the hands of its rightful owners - the Mandalorians.

Thus, Mandalore the Undying's decree came not long after the war in the form of a campaign - #BringOurIronBack.

Mandalorians were paired on a random basis and debriefed quickly on their task.

Caius Fett and one [member="Talise Skirata"] had ended up together in a task to bring down an intriguingly smart smuggling channel. Apparently, these group of smugglers acted as garbage haulers. They'd pack a good load of garbage, mainly scraps and other hard to break down items, and per standard would load them up on one of those long-range missiles which would then explode somewhere in deeper space.

So as you'd find out, they were loading beskar with that trash too and the missiles weren't exploding. They were tactfully send on a course at a small asteroid field in the Mandalore system where a freighter would pick the missiles up and hyperspace wherever.

But you'd not expect that with your Mandalorian iron, two Mandalorians would also be part of your cargo.

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Now...

The resistance was extremely strong. Their unexpected defensive power came from one treacherous Mandalorian and the over packed with armed crew freighter.

Caius Fett's energy shield lit up from a barrage of fire as his beskad made its way through the chest of a 'swashbuckler'. His portable wrist shield came in and soaked the damage before Fett's repulsor pack kicked in and off he was onto another target like a predator.

Unfortunately, upon descending on another crew member, furious heavy fire lit up from a deck above. Someone with a freaking' heavy repeating blaster. He moved to cover and his comms went to life to Skirata.

:: See if you can do something about the machine gun, I will keep his attention. ::

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Caius Fett"]

She ducked behind a container as Fett got in close to chop up the garbage picking thieves. Her simple grey armor remakably well camouflaged for the situation. She watched as her partner tore through one and provided precision cover fire a shatter pellet round at a time.

His comm came through the helmet link and she knew she would have to move to a slightly better vantage to give him cover and take out the "Oh Kark" gun.

"Right." She said as she moved to her stomach and crawled across the walkway then moved back to a kneeling position before looking up toward the direction of the shooter.

She took a modified weaver stance and fired the shatter gun at the pirate scum who were stealing beskar. Maybe if they were lucky they could make some nice crushgaunts from some of the beskar that had been stolen, as a commemorative sort of thing. The swashbuckling gunner took a shatter round to the side of his brain housing group and fell head long over the railing to land near the exit.

"Need to move." She said as she began moving in a combat crouch toward the exit. "Want point?"

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Caius Fett"] | [member="Talise Skirata"]

The beskad moved.

The beskad cut.

Up and down through the air, before tearing through skin, meat and bone. Blood sticky, warm, it clung to his hands, but this was nothing compared to the crimson sticking to his arms where no one but him could truly see it day in and out. The pirate slash smuggler slash whatever the feth dropped down, gurgling and Ronan stepped over him, kicking the blaster away off into the shadows. :: Lower deck clear. :: Vizsla's voice rumbled. Heavy and coarse as if he was grinding duracrete together and the rasp came out on the other end. The message was calm relayed through the comms that connected him to Fett and Skirata.

Funny how that went.

Few years back they would have been at each other's throat. Everyone staring and looking at Vizsla, watching his move- would he claim the mantle since his vod died at Castamere? But it never happened and the Clan pulled back entirely to Wayland.

So many had died on Mandalore.

But only few of those had been Vizsla and so it turned that during the rise of the Mandalorian Empire... Clan Vizsla remained as strong as it had ever been.

:: Moving up. ::

Late addition, because Ronan wasn't supposed to be here. Just a two-man mission until Vizsla discovered something about a certain crewmember that was supposedly part of this crew. That had made sure that he would have to be here one way or another. Vengeance waited for no man and his blade would be the one cutting deep through tendons and ligament and meat, until he could watch the life draining out of those pair of blue treacherous eyes.

Family took care of their own.

Wouldn't be any different here.

 

[Zef Halo]

Talise's shots came precise and efficient, hinting to Caius that the woman was a good shot. Something the dead bodies littering the floor learned the hard way.

The fall of the machine gun operator resulted in complete silence in the dark hallway of the long freighter. Only the comms came to life with Vizsla's report on his situation. A moment later, the bulky figure of the man would appear up from a ladder to join Fett and Skirata.

Caius nodded at Talise's question and moved forward, pace increasing consecutively. Not surprisingly, Vizsla moved beside him. Both were, apparently, specialists in melee combat.

Before they could cut the corner, emergency doors slammed shut in front of them, almost grinding Fett with their weight before he was able to evade at the last moment.

Emergency protocol was activated. Meant only one thing and the other two Mandalorians were well aware of what it meant.

Trap the Mandalorians in, plot a course out of the grav well and jump to hyper to a destination where probably a hundred of the scum would await them.

:: Change of plans. :: Caius uttered through the comms. :: We'll have to cut their engines before they make the jump. :: Logically, the engine room was closer than the cockpit.

Swiftly, he turned around to the nearest ladder leading up and began climbing it. The moment his head popped out, blaster fire erupted. The energy shield around him saving him from a quick death. Momentarily, Caius' attempted to activate his repulsorpack only to realize it had been hit and disabled.

Talk about lucky shots.

He freed his hands from the ladder and fell down back to where the other two were. Smoke from a black spot on his helmet told his vod what had just happened.

Fett's eyes fell upon either. His own plan of jetpacking up through with speed was shattered when one of the swashbucklers up there had blasted his pack's electronics.

He expected that either Skirata or Vizsla had a gameplan to deal with this.

[member="Talise Skirata"] | [member="Arcana Altana"]​

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Arcana Altana"] [member="Caius Fett"]

::Kark:: she said as she looked at Fett.

She moved forward and slipped a cord from her gauntlet and connected to the ship's computer from a junction box. He eyes blinked through a list of commands on her HUD and sent a ship layout to the other two Mandos. The thieves would not ne getting away with the beskar they stole. Not if she could help it.

She tried to shut down the hyperdrive remotely but the safeguards were beyond her ability the best she could do was slow the process and but them a few minutes.

::Five minutes.:: She said all business even with her small sounding voice, ::Let's move you two mouth breathers I have a date with a bar stool::

She moved off toward the engine room on the map and hoped they didn't stand there staring at eachother.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Caius Fett"] | [member="Talise Skirata"]

He looked at both of them and then sighed.

Unclipping a 'nade from his belt, he took a few careful steps up the ladder and then pressed against the casing. It immediately geared the grenade to burst. Cryo. It wouldn't damage the hull and have the potential of sucking them all up in space, but it would clear out that fething room. Why neither of them had thought of that was beyond him. Ronan waited a few moments, letting the grenade cook in his hand and then threw it. The immediate result was them starting to shoot at whatever was coming through.

Too small for a hit.

Shouts "Grenade!" and that was when Ronan moved up, the cryo 'nade burst and the Mandalorian was already through the ladder. His beskad immediately cleaved through an arm and a leg, a smuggler running towards the hole in the floor to escape.

No escape here.

Joined by the other two they made short work of them. "Lead on." The Alor of Vizsla said, as his beskad pierced chest and ended the struggle of death of a partially frozen thug. There was little sense in suffering.

 

[Zef Halo]

Caius nodded at Skirata's report. They really were running out of time.

Meanwhile, Ronan's sharp mind cleared the way up and off they went towards the engine room. Corridors were empty, no ambushes on corners. They might very well just make it.

Until they reached the heavy doors of the engine room facing them and almost grinning at their failure but Caius was not going to let twin durasteel doors stop him from getting their iron back. Not today. Commands were issued over the HUD and a hue of blue began glowing from his shockgaunts. Overloading them was a great risk, at best you get your gaunts totally fried turning them into regular gaunts or you lose both of your hands.

The smell of burning circuitry lingered in the air and without wasting anymore time Fett struck the doors with both his shockgaunts releasing a massive wave of repulsor energy tearing one of the twin doors down.

Before them a T-visor gazed at the trio before engaging all three of them in beskad combat where he excelled.

Truly a master.

Tick-tock.

[member="Talise Skirata"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"]​