Building A New Home

[Tyran Vizsla]

A silent hum fought against the sound of the aggressive rainfall pouring from the dark skies above. The source of the muffled humming came from the hovering speeder bike perched over a small rounded hill which sat overlooking the stalks of corn from the field below. The engine cut, a slight whine from the bike filled the eardrums of it's rider as he dismounted.

Click Click​

The lone rider grunted, struggling to light his cigarra. Click, Click. "Aghh." The face of the rider rose upward in contempt of the sky, his face revealed as he gazed at it's black clouds.

Tyran Vizsla, the Silent Wolf.​

- Pellilian Fields, Concord Dawn -​

- 1 Galactic Standard Month Before the Attack on Mandalore -​

"So do we have a deal?"​

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A flame flickered in the dark, a single bolt of lightning temporarily illuminated the room revealing two figures standing across from a single seated man. "Let me get this straight, for the record. You want US to infiltrate B6-39 and eliminate all it's personnel." "Affirmative." "Yavin IV is smack dab in the heart of Rekali territory, operating in a SIEGE operation would be seen as an act of war." "Taken care of, the operation is sanctioned. B6-39 is a front for the Death Watch, although not officially aligned with them, reports have identified multiple vessels belonging to known Kyr'tsad sympathizers. We believe that members of the splinter group are delivering weapons here, setting up a staging area for hit and run guerilla attacks on traffic throughout the region."

Tyran took a long hit from his cigarra before exhaling a cloud of smoke, he sat opposite from two clients who wished to remain 'anonymous', Mandalorian Patriots who long abandoned the gun in favor of teaching the next generation to pick up where they left off. He didn't know much about them other than their pockets were deep. He liked his clients that way.

"Your organization is young, yet we've heard many great things about it. This is a private operation, a private army is what's needed here. You can deal with this here and now before it becomes a credible threat, and it gives Mandalore more time to lick her wounds... you aren't the only PMC in the region. There are more... established choices we can make.."

"Fine. You have a deal."​

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

- Four Galactic Standard Days Later -​

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Yavin IV
Installation B6-39

The rumble from the undercarriage of the transport speeder shook the ground below, moving rocks and small debris as it waited for it's passengers to arrive. Spotlights filled the area from above revealing another transport speeder parked parallel to the former, slowly the lights lowered from the skies above toward the clearing in the never ending jungle. The lights stopped as it's host touched down, the shuttle was light and insignificant, yet as the loading ramp dropped, a familiar face emerged from it's depths.

Death Watch.

Two fully armored members of the Death Watch emerged from the transport, beginning their short walk toward the small convoy awaiting them. Endorned in black beskar'gam with the insignia of the Death Watch clearly displayed on their shoulder pads, the two entered the second transport speeder. The shuttle wasted no time before lifting off once more as the two speeders began slowly moving out of the clearing into the jungle. The convoy moved along a recently cleared trail toward their destination, it cut through the thick, dense jungle that made up most of Yavin IV's surface to the refit and rebuilt B6-39 Military Installation.

Branches brushed and snapped against the speeders as they moved through the trail, spotlights shone down from above the treeline before vanishing into the cold night sky as the shuttle took off into the upper atmosphere. The convoy picked up speed as they followed a bend in the trail into a straight away towards the installation. It wasn't long before the transports were at the gates of the base, the enemy slowed their vehicles to a crawl before stopped just short of the large durasteel gate doors. A moment's pause and the doors would open before the convoy letting them into the former military stronghold.

The first transport moved, followed by the second slowly passing a large boulder and the durasteel gates of B6-39. After the second speeder passed the gates, the durasteel door began to close. The boulder quickly fluttered in the wind revealing itself to be an eloborate cloak, underneath the one and only Silent Wolf.

Tyran let go of the cloak as it flew away with the wind, he focused on making it through the gate before it's steel jaws could close. With a quick jolt of speed, the mercenary slid into the compound grounds past the doors as they closed shut. Wolf rose slowly to his feet, his gaze moving upward now facing the base directly ahead.

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

Flash!​

Two blinding lights ignited above the Silent Wolf, mounted spotlights shined down forcing the shadows of night to retreat and reveal their secrets. Wolf needed to act, and act fast, the cone shaped light moved toward his location as he began to retreat several steps back. He pressed his back against the gate, slowly he shimmied along the durasteel doors to the stone walls that formed a long perimeter around the base. He waited for a few moments out of sight, out of mind, making sure he remained undetected before withdrawing his holocommunicator.

His hand clicked in the circular button positioned on the right side of the communicator, a small hologram of the figure known as 'Cero' appeared. "You've made it."

"Yeah.. what's the status of the others?"

"They've made contact, 'Milo' and 'Raven' are in position awaiting the go ahead. You need to destroy their Anti-Aircraft Equipment and disable main power to the stronghold. With their ability to shoot our birds down taken away, and their systems shut down, we can deploy ground teams to mop up any resistance. These sympathizers are dangerous, but most of them aren't soldiers... we can safely label them more like 'pirates'. You have your objectives boss."

"Hmm... alright, got it. I'll be keeping this holochannel quiet until systems are down. Wolf out."

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

Wolf made his move, slowly creeping through the shroud of night, he made sure to take cover at every opportunity. Patrols were light, a few guards here and there, nothing Tyran couldn't handle. His back pressed against the cold hard steel of one of many cargo containers spread throughout the installation grounds. He was getting close, the command tower was in clear view dead ahead, the massive Anti-Air defense of the installation sat atop the tower, and wouldn't you know... the convoy had arrived.

Tyran knelt down on one knee, his head peering carefully around the corner of the container. Security was tight around the command tower, the recent arrival of this mysterious convoy had only further complicated matters. The speeders continued running near the entrance of the command tower, interesting enough only two figures of note exited the speeders.

Death Watch.

"So it's true, they really are aligned with the Death Watch. Why Yavin I wonder?"

The two figures strode forward in black beskar'gam endorned with the symbol of the splinter group, they easily stood out among the ragtag militia running the installation. They were either messengers or commanders, he could tell by the way they walked, a wave of entitlement carried on by their broad stance. These warriors, these thugs with rebellious intent, were beneath them.

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

Wolf had to get closer, he needed to see what he was up against and any possible alternatives ways into the facility. It was old, refurnished and reoutfitted by these sympathizers, there had to be a spot overlooked he could exploit. Tyran moved in, with his blaster and knife in each hand respectively. A light passed over him, he was forced to take cover behind a sandbag barrier, footsteps followed shortly after.

Tyran slowed his breathing, remaining absolutely still as the footsteps grew louder and louder. He was going to have to take this guard down, he was getting too close, if he hadn't been at a distance the guard would of already sounded the alarm. It was possible the guard hadn't gotten a clear look, only seconds would tell whether he would be discovered or get away scott free.

Light passed over the sandbags as the guard shined his attachment light over the sandbags, Tyran remained still behind cover until the light vanished. The footsteps receded, the guard began to leave the area signalling Wolf's time to move as he left cover for the command tower.

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

Wolf did a quick scan over the backside of the building, nothing.. wait. There it was clear as day, a service ladder leading to a catwalk that mimicked the one in the front outside of the control room. A sentry was stationed near the only door on the catwalk, conduit and cables ran along the building towards a large box near the sentry. Likely a mechanical room for the control center.

Tyran crept toward the ladder and began his ascent, at the top of the ladder he tapped on the metal to get the guard to approach. Once the sentry was within arm's reach, Tyran rose up and tossed the sentry over the edge of the catwalk plummeting into the ground below. Wolf looked down at the motionless sentry, dead or unconscious with at least something broken, his hand grasped the rail as he pulled himself onto the catwalk. It was time to see what he could do to the Enemy's communications and power.

Wolf gripped hold of the door's older turn handle and spun the ancient door wide open, inside was indeed a mechanical room that was filled to the brim with cables, wires, and all sorts of electrical equipment. Tyran opened his holocommunicator, "I made it to the command tower."

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

Ten minutes passed, outside the tower several lights began going out along the perimeter of the installation. Within moments of this, power to the command tower shut down and the entire area faded into darkness aside from the Auxiliary Tower and Hangar Bay whose dim lights were now the only source of visual aid against the black shadow of night.

Light!

A stream of smoke and light emerged from the ground level in the form of a missile that sped off towards the enemy AA emplacement. A grand light display followed the attack as an explosion of epic proportions rocked the grounds of the facility as the AA gun fell into shambles, setting the roof ablaze. Gunfire and subsequent alarms filled the air as the base went on red alert. It didn't take long for the sirens to drown under the sounds of shouting and screaming as the enemy visually scouted out dropships with the ensignia of V/A placed square on the sides. Lowering into the installation's airspace, the sky was filled with blurs of red and green as the enemy fired at the mercenary forces.

Touchdown.

The dropships deployed V/A's very own mercenary force against the sympathizers, the Siege Operation was in full swing. Each of the three operatives had done well, now only one final matter remained for Tyran as the battle waged on. The two 'true' members of the Death Watch that were onsite needed to be dealt with.

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

The control room was in shambles, smoke and fire raged throughout the entire floor. Tyran emerged from the mechanical room in a daze, he coughed nearly choking on the intense smoke that filled the area. The few that had staffed the control room scattered in a frantic, staggering way to the nearest exit. The outside air sucked smoke from the inside out through the broken windows, a green flash phased by him.

Blaster shots emerged from the smoke near the windows as one of the members of the Death Watch opened fire, Tyran took cover quickly behind one of the consoles returning fire when he could.

"Ash'amur as a jute hut'uun!"

"Gar sol'yc!"

Wolf rose quickly and subsequently dove for cover while gaining ground on his enemy. Blaster fire resumed from his foe as the fires continued to engulf the room. Lights emerged from the outside of the windows shining brightly inside, a dropship slowly hovered near the catwalk however it was no V/A vessel. Green and red blaster bolts danced back and forth across the room as Tyran and the Death Watch warrior narrowly avoided death time and time again with each shot. A stray bolt hit Tyran on the shoulder forcing him to fall down, the enemy took the moment to look back at the waiting escape.

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

The enemy turned to make his escape, he realized the fight was nowhere near completion and the entire floor was set ablaze now. Any longer inside would lead to suffocation or burning alive, coughing up a storm the Silent Wolf rose only to witness his prey standing on the catwalk outside the windows.

"NOOO!"

Tyran took flight as he closed the gap between himself and his enemy, leaping over broken consoles and avoiding dangerous flames. He dove outside the window straight into the gut of the enemy before he could climb over the catwalk into the vessel. The stomach of the enemy warrior plowed into the guard rail of the catwalk, the warrior turned with a flurry of swings.

Wolf put his block up and met each blow with his arms and guard up, a stray blow connected hitting the mercenary commander in the face. Tyran faced away after a moment of staggering before returning the favor with a spear to the midsection of the enemy back into the guardrail. The warrior rose his knee attempting to free himself from the bothersome fly, yet he found himself countered by Tyran's own knee and a subsequent blow to the midsection once more by Wolf's other knee.

The dropship slowly took off, it could no longer afford to wait on the man as he shoved the Silent Wolf into the ground. Removing his helmet, the Death Watch Warrior's face was revealed to Tyran, scarred and battle hardened, he sported medium length black hair with eyes as cold as death itself. He slowly drew a knife from his side sheath, "Now you die."

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

The final moments of the battle now began as the warrior approached the recovering Silent Wolf with his blade in hand. Before the warrior could strike a blow, Tyran picked up the blade he had dropped after diving out the window and rose upward. With great force he drove the blade straight into the cleft of the enemy warrior, with a final look of bewilderment the enemy coughed on his own blood before falling backward one final time.

Wolf exhaled deeply as he witnessed the battle enter it's final moments, without communication and power they had taken the ground from the enemy and deprived them of reinforcements. It wouldn't be long before the mercenary force could claim victory for their own.

Extending his right hand, Wolf opened his palm revealing his holocommunicator as an image of Cero appeared.

"Sending an extraction vessel for you boss, well done!"

"No.. I'm staying here to help mop up the rest of the enemy. In fact... we are all going to stay here."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm taking this place for V/A, I doubt our clients will care."

"A new base of operations? The place is a dump."

Tyran smirked and replied to Cero's comment with a new order, "Then let's make repairs... refit and restock this relic and bring it up to date. This will be the 'true' start to Verda ures Alii'gai."