THE UNDEFEATED
Tags: Ostak Cl'mana | Kathrok | Maulis |
Berok
Two smaller cargo smuggling ships dropped into the planet's orbit nearby the scavengers ship. Just returning from a sale. Janser Ora, an old Duros sat in the captain's chair of the smaller ship. He was the leader of their operation and had been scouring the scar worlds for three years before buying new ships and equipment and pushing for the old homeworld of the Draelvasier. Most were too afraid of the dead world, but Janser saw an opportunity. But he'd come ready, mercenaries. Ex-concord vets, armed with cryo-blasters and slugthrowers.
"Cap, the Ayone is sending out a distress beacon. They're calling out for help!"
Janser swerved around in his armchair, turning to his navigator. He wanted this operation to go smoothly, but he'd expected competition.
"Wide biometric scan." Janser ordered his navigator, they needed to be aware of what was going on as quickly as possible.
"The Ayone are saying they have Draelvasier on board. I thought they were all dead?"
"They must be protecting their homeworld. Anything from that biometric scan?" Janser replied, throwing on a show of certainty. His bulbous eyes were fixed on the Ayone. His entire life's worth of savings was put into that vessel. He wasn't about to lose it to some monsters.
"Cap, scans show some other lifeforms are living in the tunnels below the surface."
So, that's where they were hiding.
"Do you know how much the Hutts pay for a dead Draelvasier after what they did to Nal Hutta? We can't win the Ayone back by rushing on board. We hit them back home and ambush the others when they return."
Janser relayed his plan to the other ship, both diving through the atmosphere of Draemidus Prime - narrowly avoiding the tendrils of ionic lightning and high-speed winds. Both ships landed a minute's distance out from a supposedly connected tunnel entrance. They'd detected a crashed shuttle of unknown origin, maybe the Draelvasier were stranded on their own damn world. Would serve them right.
"Split up, move through the tunnels. Let's wipe 'em out." Janser was carrying his own personal disruptor pistol. He'd vaporise the genocidal bastards.
- BACK ON THE SHIP
Tathra bolted through the corridor. Ostak had provided enough firepower, surprisingly, to deter their attackers long enough for the Drael to close the distance. Their prey was close at hand, hiding from the Draelvasier they'd hoped to steal from. To profit from.
There would be no survivors.
The bravest and stupidest of the lot of meatbags peaked the corner, lobbing a cryoban grenade roughly in the direction of incoming footsteps. Tathra swerved out of the grenades way, allowing it to coat the wall on his left with ice as he was suddenly on top of them. Tathra snarled, running right into the mercenary that'd thrown a grenade at him. Tathra turned his sprint into a short leap, bending his torso low and throwing his right shoulder into the Mercenary, metal against metal. The crash of his rounded pauldron into the chest of his foe sent the worm careening backward, slamming into a railing.
"Fire fire! Kill it!" Abrupt orders from terrified alien filth filled the bridge of the scavenger ship.
The second closest to the door charged his exposed side, thrusting with his vibroblade. Tathra shifted his stance, blocking the blow with the underside of his left gauntlet, pushing the blade down - caught against his thigh armour. His right arm came across his chest, a metal fist snapping the visor of his attacker like glass. The mercenary fell flat on his chest, coughing up blood.
The Titan followed through the momentum of his punch, ducking low and correcting his balance by reaching across himself with his dominant hand, grasping the mercenary by his ankle, and throwing him wildly in the direction of oncoming fire. The shriek of the vermin he'd thrown almost made him laugh. Tathra aimed and took fire with his cannon, a loud hum leading to the purple bolt ejecting from the cannon's barrel into the main walkway of the bridge. The explosion killed at least six, leaving a small crater in place of the walkway.
Berok
Two smaller cargo smuggling ships dropped into the planet's orbit nearby the scavengers ship. Just returning from a sale. Janser Ora, an old Duros sat in the captain's chair of the smaller ship. He was the leader of their operation and had been scouring the scar worlds for three years before buying new ships and equipment and pushing for the old homeworld of the Draelvasier. Most were too afraid of the dead world, but Janser saw an opportunity. But he'd come ready, mercenaries. Ex-concord vets, armed with cryo-blasters and slugthrowers.
"Cap, the Ayone is sending out a distress beacon. They're calling out for help!"
Janser swerved around in his armchair, turning to his navigator. He wanted this operation to go smoothly, but he'd expected competition.
"Wide biometric scan." Janser ordered his navigator, they needed to be aware of what was going on as quickly as possible.
"The Ayone are saying they have Draelvasier on board. I thought they were all dead?"
"They must be protecting their homeworld. Anything from that biometric scan?" Janser replied, throwing on a show of certainty. His bulbous eyes were fixed on the Ayone. His entire life's worth of savings was put into that vessel. He wasn't about to lose it to some monsters.
"Cap, scans show some other lifeforms are living in the tunnels below the surface."
So, that's where they were hiding.
"Do you know how much the Hutts pay for a dead Draelvasier after what they did to Nal Hutta? We can't win the Ayone back by rushing on board. We hit them back home and ambush the others when they return."
Janser relayed his plan to the other ship, both diving through the atmosphere of Draemidus Prime - narrowly avoiding the tendrils of ionic lightning and high-speed winds. Both ships landed a minute's distance out from a supposedly connected tunnel entrance. They'd detected a crashed shuttle of unknown origin, maybe the Draelvasier were stranded on their own damn world. Would serve them right.
"Split up, move through the tunnels. Let's wipe 'em out." Janser was carrying his own personal disruptor pistol. He'd vaporise the genocidal bastards.
- BACK ON THE SHIP
Tathra bolted through the corridor. Ostak had provided enough firepower, surprisingly, to deter their attackers long enough for the Drael to close the distance. Their prey was close at hand, hiding from the Draelvasier they'd hoped to steal from. To profit from.
There would be no survivors.
The bravest and stupidest of the lot of meatbags peaked the corner, lobbing a cryoban grenade roughly in the direction of incoming footsteps. Tathra swerved out of the grenades way, allowing it to coat the wall on his left with ice as he was suddenly on top of them. Tathra snarled, running right into the mercenary that'd thrown a grenade at him. Tathra turned his sprint into a short leap, bending his torso low and throwing his right shoulder into the Mercenary, metal against metal. The crash of his rounded pauldron into the chest of his foe sent the worm careening backward, slamming into a railing.
"Fire fire! Kill it!" Abrupt orders from terrified alien filth filled the bridge of the scavenger ship.
The second closest to the door charged his exposed side, thrusting with his vibroblade. Tathra shifted his stance, blocking the blow with the underside of his left gauntlet, pushing the blade down - caught against his thigh armour. His right arm came across his chest, a metal fist snapping the visor of his attacker like glass. The mercenary fell flat on his chest, coughing up blood.
The Titan followed through the momentum of his punch, ducking low and correcting his balance by reaching across himself with his dominant hand, grasping the mercenary by his ankle, and throwing him wildly in the direction of oncoming fire. The shriek of the vermin he'd thrown almost made him laugh. Tathra aimed and took fire with his cannon, a loud hum leading to the purple bolt ejecting from the cannon's barrel into the main walkway of the bridge. The explosion killed at least six, leaving a small crater in place of the walkway.
