Doing Fine

[Hira Mitsae]

Outer Space, Aaralyn’s Sacrifice.
The Mara Corridor.
[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

The Sacrifice flew gracefully through the iridescent sea of hyperspace. The cargo hauler was filled to the brink with valuable ore from the South and its journey was slowly coming to an end as they slowly came closer to the Mandalorian territories. Aaralyn’s sacrifice was one of the many ships belonging to Clan Rekali, indirectly, directly it was an initiative started up by Elijah Rekali, son of Clan Rekali.

Rekali found that while he enjoyed the lifestyle of a mercenary, there was a matter of all those credits laying around in his bank account, just gathering dust. So he decided to take a page out of Ember’s book and invested it.

With some help from Clan Rekali, Inc he hired some experienced clansmen, bought the ships necessary and started crafting business relationships with the various mining worlds surrounding their space.

"Hey, Eli?"

"Klaus?" Klaus seemed a little bit concerned, nervous even. Which wasn’t like him at all. Elijah looked up. His frown carefully hidden behind the red V-visor.

"We are getting some strange rea-"

The ship buckled. Klaus crashed to the ground and Eli had to hold onto the table, because otherwise he would have fallen down to. Klaxons started to sound throughout the ship, red alarms blinking.

"The hell’s happening, Klaus?"

The Captain scrambled up, unhooking one of the datapads on the wall. A quick read and Klaus blinked.

"Hyperspace reversal. Pirates most likely. Battlestations!" That last word was shouted down the comms to the entire ship.

Whoever decided it was a good idea to raid a Mandalorian ship… well, they would soon find what it would mean for them.

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Elijah Rekali"]

The Kyr'tsad vessel had been patrolling the area, and had over the course of a week or so, laid some interdiction mines along a particular section of the Mara Corridor. The section in question was several parsecs outside the Mandalorian borders. Quite literally in the middle of nowhere. And as a great many of the members of Kyr'tsad were once among the Mandalorians themselves, they knew of the Mara Corridor.. and where it led.

Ailyn knew that eventually someone was going to come along, heading towards Yavin. And she was right. The Kyr'tsad vessel lurked just outside the edge of the mined section of the Corridor. Waiting. And it seemed that now it was paying off. Ailyn watched as first one and then another... and another interdiction mine exploded. Which could only mean one thing. A ship travelling the Corridor in hyperspace had collided with them.

The realization caused her to grin widely behind her visor. Instantly. she moved. Shouted orders echoed through the raiding vessel as the various members of the team moved into position. The vessel itself carefully skirted around the remaining mines as Ailyn carefully deactivated certain ones to move their own vessel closer. The rest of the crew moved swiftly about their duties as the members of the raiding party dropped into the breaching pods.

These breaching pods were special. It was tech that Ailyn had personally helped develop, and some might think it was reminiscent of pirate raiders. Which was kind of the point. Tough, each member of the team wore matte black armor, with the Kyr'tsad emblem on one or both shoulders. She smiled to herself as she dropped into the second pod, taking the last available seat. The pods themselves were cramped. Each held 4 armored Kyr'tsad, along with their weapons and gear.

The trip across the vacuum which separated the two vessels was short. and soon, Ailyn felt the breaching pod impact the hull of their target vessel and the muffled whine as the cutting lasers went to work. When they'd finished, a breaching charge pushed the chunk of hull out into the corridor beyond. The hole allowed the pod's nose hatch to open, and the four Kyr'tsad dropped quickly to the deck beyond as the disengaged their crashwebbing.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

“Status?”
“They have boarded us.”
“Thought we raised the shields.”

Klaus seemed just as confused as Elijah was right now.

“...we did, Eli. They somehow bypassed it.”
“What else?”

Elijah and Klaus were currently in the armory. Each and every single one of their crew was a Mandalorian, bred and trained for war, this wouldn’t be a milk run for the likes of the Death Watch.

His revolver got holstered, a shotgun was taken from the row of weapons and slugs got punched into it. Rekali seemed calm though, unnervingly so, almost as if there wasn’t a fethton of pirates currently trying to raid the kark out of them. But that was the entire thing about Eli.

He had been fighting, killing and bounty hunting all over the Outer Rim.

Bunch o’people trying to kill him was nothing new.

“Our men got the better ground for now. We set up parameters and are holding the choke points.” Just then his comm went off with a burst of chatter. One of the choke points had just been overrun by a Deathwatch squad - coincidentally the one lead by Kelborn herself.

“Problem?”
“One of our positions got overrun, we should move.”

Elijah nodded.

“Let’s go then.”

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Elijah Rekali"]

The choke point and the Mandalorians who manned it were taken down quickly enough. Ailyn prided herself on efficiency. Which she'd hopefully passed on to those who served under her. She would never consider herself the Overlord of Kyr'tsad, but she had been one of Tralik's most trusted lieutenants. Had. That thought soured her a little bit. Tralik had been a good and capable leader. But as was the way of such things, he's been replaced by someone else. And in the middle of a battle, no less.

She frowned for a moment. And this new person... seemed as ruthless as Tralik had been. But in a more... feral way. That was the only way she could think of to describe it. She wasn't exactly sure of the outcome of the Skirmish near Belsavis. But, the Kyr'tsad had made off with bits of tech from the crashed fighters in the hangar. Among other things. She shook her head again. Focus, she chided herself as she raised the Roughcut and cautiously swept the corridor ahead as her squad moved forward.

They covered the distance quickly and quietly. The skirmish at Belsavis had taught them a great deal about Mandalorian tactics, but she knew some were still unpredictable. Their footsteps were muffled against the decking, and she hoped the sound didn't travel far. But, there wasn't much luck of that. With life support functional, the sound could travel quite a distance. Which could very well ruin the element of surprise they hoped to have.