Public Golden Fleece - [Open to Pirates, Mercenaries, and Bounty Hunters]

[Morgoth]

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Location: Inside the Griefer
Allies: Pirates
Enemies: Conferecy

From the weapons control station of the Griefer (The Black Crystal) Mordok barked half drunk orders at the crew to align all armaments with extreme prejudice on the Mandalorian hunters. (Them)

-Alright ye scum fire all Dual Ion Cannon Turrets at the Mandalorian, blast them all back to Mandalor, send them a mighty gift to knock them back straight thru that hole they made to crash the party. Level the building or the whole town sector if you have to with the Dual Mass Driver Cannon Turrets, Dual Turbolaser Cannon Turrets and activate the Point Defense Laser Batteries in case the planetary defense corps decides they want a dance.

-Blast the conferecy pups to smothering embers.

The ship blasts the cantina, in to the cantina thru the hole made by the enemy and half the city block sense the crew only understood half the orders from Mordok due to being drunk on duty, as one does.

Mordok then stands from his station and force dashes towards the back air locks, since the tractor beam is wiping Njal The Black under the ship and towards the back. Mordok stumbles and opens the door and drops the ramp as the ship continues to fly, Mordok looks at Njal The Black and force pulls him in to the ship but Mordok being drunk used to much of his power and it is possible Njal could fell a crack around his rib as he pulled him in to The Black Crystal.

Mordok: Well hell sorry about that my guy!!! Hard to control when I am out of control muahahah.

If Njal is not injured as he is pulled in to the ship by Mordok. Mordok closes the airlock and calls Alejandro Vizcaya on our communicator. (The package is on board SIR it's time to cut the dance. Dont forget to bring some of that foreign Ale with ya! Mordok then calls Aaron Beskheart ( Alright big raven bring us around, we can't forget the Carpeting!

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

As large parts of the city were destroyed by some maniac who fired dozens of capital scale weapons at it, each with an output of over 250 terajoules, only skill and pure luck would separate survivors fron the estimated ten thousands of dead people, vaporized, burnt or crushed by leveled bulidings.

As a stunned and completely with white ash and dust covered Lepi rises from the ruins she could not believe her luck. There were suddenly this frigate breaking the unwritten law anyone but genocidical warlords and mad sith would uphold: Never under any circumstance fire a large scale ship weapon on a city!
Luckily she was airborne at the time and only caught in the series of heat storms and concussion waves that followed the explosions.

How many were not so lucky? How many were dead? How many allies this coward had sacrificed for the temporary escape of Njal the Black? How many innocent bystanders? How many children? How many of the hunter were dead?

Adi'ka Awaud fled the scene of massdestruction and massmurder. To the port! To the ship! To support any law or military forces pursuing this frigate!

"Mando'ad draar digu!"

 

[5-WCH (Switchblade)]

The little skirmish that ensued was meaningless.

Everyone had come to this meaning either to gain credits or get back at the CIS. And he knew how much people loved credits. So he simply propped up against the wall, watching, like he always did. People were shot, some Mandalorians decided to show up, holes being blown in walls, people wall out of said holes. It was a mess.

After Njal The Black decided to fall out of the opening, he knew he had to step in. That was the man with the credits. No reason he should be killed. Yet...

Walking over to the hole he saw a large ship flying nonchalantly through the city. Odd. As Njal got closer towards the ship, he became like a magnetic to it. The large human was slowly picked up by the ship before slipping inside. Everything seemed fine and dandy. That was until the ship's weapons hummed to life. As the shots began striking the building, shaking the floor beneath him, he knew he had to get out of here. So he did the only logical thing. Follow a stranger.

Alejandro Vizcaya just recently fell down into yet another hole, probably leading to an escape. And to Njal. Sprinting off of the ground he glided down the hole. With a hard landing he hit the floor, standing right next to Alejandro. And right in front of some CIS members.

"Evening everyone. Enjoying the view?"

His Durasteel hand motioned toward the window in hopes of having them look out of it. If they were distracted he would whip out his pistol, in hopes that the man would get the memo that they needed to start firing.

And fast.