Loose Canon
L O C A T I O N | Ryloth, refugee camp.
C R E W | LK War-X, 2x Harbinger Droid, 2x Reaver Specialists, 6x Sparrow Drones, 1x IG-88 unit.
T A G S |
Kyrinov
G E A R | 1x Bes'kar Gam fully set, 1x Ret'ini, 1x Masamune, 1x VT-Spark on left hand, 1x Cardio-Vascular, 1x repulse-hand on right hand, 1x SI-17 Stealth Blaster, EX-324 Serum Subjects
She loved visiting that planet at any time, the Twi’leks were such peaceful creatures that it was easy to make some profit over their lekkus, but that annoyed Ursula quite a bunch, what was the fun in pooching someone if they didn’t fought off a bit? As a travel agent of the worst places in the galaxy, Ursula would say that the best time to go to Ryloth was after a good war ravaged the planet, or maybe after a natural disaster, those were nice to the heart of those peace loving bastards. Last time, she took quite a bunch of warriors with her as she left the planet, adding chains to them and making sure they would be sold to the Hutt Cartel for a fair price, the Hutts loved those twi’lek, she did not shared that same passion. The woman were desirable things to warm the bed at night, even for her, but the male gave her a disgust to grand to pretend otherwise.
Oddly enough she felt a hunch of attraction for weird aliens, like nagai, there was something about the nagai that just made her sigh, perhaps was their freezing cold indifference, or maybe was that pale skin, she didn’t know and didn’t care. Her emerald eyes were focused on a group of small twi’lek childs running around the landscape, Ursula ignore them and focused on the road ahead, her target was a refugee camp not far from where she was, one of those poor areas where all the aliens affected by the war were forced to live in dire situations to keep their wretched existences and peaceful ways, but this time her target wasn’t the camp itself but a target, one of those marked by the Confederacy with a bounty big enough to catch her eye, but it was not only ‘money’ that she was seeking in this little adventure but to earn enough influence with Lord Commander Voph and those Knights of Obsidian, so she could get close enough of her true mark, the mastermind behind the Butchery of Mandalore, the Kidnapper, just so she could let her finger go wild on the trigger of her disruptor as his barrel clenched inside his mouth.
“Approaching the camp, mistress.”, the IA said inside her helmet. Ursula rose and looked all over the ship they were using, watching the face of all those brave droids that were sure to die just so she could get a little richer and a little closer to her revenge. Well, not a revenge itself, more like a debt of honor, something she forgot sometimes to truly follow the way of honor that made the Mandalorian what they were. Her father would probably think she was such a disappointment if he saw her now, and what girl doesn’t want her daddy’s approval?
Answer, her.
“All right, clankers. You got your orders, you know the plan, do it properly and don’t embarrass me just yet.”, the droids nodded as the ship landed, completely on stealth mode so it could not be tracked or found. The bridge went off and the robots started to unload themselves, lining up perfectly to go on their way, some went this way and some went the other one. Droids were cheap companions to steal from the CIS ranks when they weren’t looking, also, House Verd provided them by the thousands for mandalorians like her to use as she pleased. All the six Sparrows spreaded across the sky, trying to keep themselves on the suns good side so they would not be spotted as they were scanning the area and sending the information to Bob, her Super tactical droid in control of her ship.
She began moving her pieces, sneaking herself and the othe few with her into the camp wasn’t very hard, not when there was a dwarf spider moving to the camps backdoor opening fire against residences, that was to look like a droid that got stranded from the main army and now was just finishing up his task. Alongside the dwarf spider they could find four B3s unleashing their flamethrowers against buildings, as for Ursula Vizla and her other companions, she crawled to a proper position, well secured in a buildings ceiling not far from where herself and her droids were waiting to see if her mark showed itself.
“Now where are you, weirdo.”, she hummed to herself in a low tone, checking the cameras provided by the drones and out the window.
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