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Got a Dream, Boy? Got a Song? (Mining the Roche Asteroids)

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And come along!
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The starship exited hyperspace over the asteroid belt, the starlight and void-borne rocks its only companions.

For now, at least.

With the Republic at war and their leadership enforcing a regime more and more akin to a despotism hidden beneath the velvet glove of psuedo-democracy (in as much as some of the media portrayed, at least), nowadays was the best time for pirates, scoundrels, charlatans, rapscallions, and ne'er-do-wells across the galaxy.

Thankfully, Betna had every right to be here.

He worked for Mandal Hypernautics on occasion and his wife was more or less the vice president of the company. The Protectors had ordered a decent sized bulk order of phrik and, since MH had mining rights to Roche, he figured he'd just save the company some time and the Protectors some credits and pick up the order himself.

The Pathfinder made its way down to the asteroid belt below, aiming for the MH facilities there, and maintained a steady pace. From the copilot's seat, Betna looked over at his daughter and grinned.

"How's it feel to fly on your own a bit?" he asked Mirshko as his grin widened to a broad smile.

[member="Mirshko Betna"]
 
[member="Arrbi Betna"]


The internal politics of the Republic had long been something Siobhan watched with a mixture of amusement and facepalming given the...entertainment value of the Senate. For a long time before the present crisis they had been a cause of mockery for her. That said, GNN was not the same ever since "Battle for Democracy" had been iced and taken off the 'net. Which was a shame in Sio's opinion! And nothing beat that one time when Brunswick had taken a dive off a Senate pod way back in the good old days.


Anyhow, musings about politics aside, Siobhan was here for a very practical purpose. Namely the acquisition of phrik. Firemane Industries did not operations on the Roche asteroids, but Siobhan was a distant member of the Mandalorian Protectors and known to Field Marshal [member="Anija Ordo"], who was de facto vice president of Mandal Hypernautics. So it was fitting that she tag along and make acquisitions.


As her small, sleek ship, named the Tempest, exited hyperspace and then made its way down towards the asteroid belt below, Siobhan stared out of the viewing port and allowed herself to reminisce. How many years had it been? More than a decade ever since the great battle between the Republic and the old Sith Empire. One where she had participated in as commander of an Omega Pyre unit that had fought in support of the Republic.


In the distance she could see that blasted asteroid designated G99, where her badly outnumbered company had come to the aid of a decimated Republic Battalion pinned down by a Sith legion. Casualties had been terrible, she had been rash and foolish...and in the end torn down a roof over friend and foe alike in order to prevent a tactical objective, namely fighter craft and tech, from falling into the Sith's hands, though the victory had in many ways been a Pyrrhic one. The Butcher of Roche. But she was past feeling much regret for it. War was hell, as they say. Then she had performed scorched earth on the asteroid and trapped the Sith forces on it.


It was during this battle that she had met [member="Delila Castillon"], then a Republic Major. The redhead had eventually joined the Pyre and been her subordinate and friend...except now they were anything but. She cast these thoughts aside and focused on the present as her ship made its way down, following the Pathfinder.
 

Mirshko Betna

Daughter of Arrbi and Anija
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]

Roche.... An asteroid field. She wasn't sure if the asteroid field had ever been a planet. Her search of the holonet before coming here hadn't told her that much. She'd never been out this way, let alone outside Mandalorian territories that she could recall. And she was rather excited by the prospect. From what Da had said, they were going to go mine a metal from the Roche asteroids, and there were some mines there run by the company for which her mom worked. She was still trying to wrap her head around how this Phrik was different than beskar. Was it better? She didn't really understand the difference.

But, from what he'd said, it was still important for them to have. Something about one of his fellow Protectors needing it for a project or something... and a little project of his own. He'd shown her the draft of the design, and she thought it was an excellent idea. It would help protect a vulnerable area on many armor designs. Right now though, she concentrated on flying. the Pathfinder made a steady approach t o the asteroid field, and Mirshko made small adjustments to their course as they moved further into the asteroid field. Mom had started teaching her basic sensing techniques... which were proving very helpful here.

For now, she looked over at Da for a moment and grinned. "Was wondering when you'd let me fly, Da.." she said a bit breathlessly, and then grinned. The thought of having to navigate this left butterflies in her stomach. But such an undertaking wasn't unlike how Ember Rekali had trained her mother.
 

Zathra Fett

Graffiti and Art are the same thing, right?
[member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]​
Great some asteroid fields. Don't you just love asteroids cause they are rocks that are just floating in space. Boy, Zathra sure did hate Asteroids...if she could she would line up all of the asteroids on a pool table and just hit the asteroids to make them go away. Will, they wouldn't go away, cause you know.....she was never good at pool. No, she wasn't just bad she was terrible....will she didn't have a pool table on her ship yet which explained that a lot. Will, the only reason she was here was because of that Phyrik that she needed and couldn't get from much other places. Sure, the asteroids were probably held by some far off company but did she need to worry about that right now? No she didn't need to worry about that at all right now. A YT-1300 Light Freighter zoomed towards the lonely asteroid field, in a few places it had custom graffiti designs done by yours truly. Zathra spent tons of spray paint and credits to paint this ship and she didn't want this one to crash like her first one, both of them costed 100,000 credits which really took a tole on her credit stash but eventually, she got more credits via bounty hunting. A dark and light brown wookie sat in the co-pilot's seat to her left when she jumped out of Hyperspace. Zathra leaned back in her chair, boy finally here at a boring asteroid field, finally. The sooner she could leave the better. She turned her head slightly to the right to look at her wookie, Breadsticks or Red as she called him.
"Will, Red....we made it to this asteroid field. Now let's see, where would the Phyrik be....where.....where..where....oh yeah, the station................"
 
"I think it's more a question of when your mother would let me let you fly," he replied with a grin.

Anija could be overprotective at times, but she meant well and, truth be told, she got on Betna's case, too. Being a Mando wife and mother was a full time job and then some.

"Go ahead and set us down over there," Betna said, pointing out a location on the ship's guidance computer. "That's where we're going. Did you remember to check the seals on your armor?"

He'd made sure she had a set of her own Beskar'gam, though her's was of basic durasteel. It could be more easily adjusted as she grew and grew up than a set of beskar armor. Besides, when she was old enough, she'd probably be inheriting the armor of her father and mother anyways.

[member="Mirshko Betna"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Zathra Fett"]
 
[member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Mirshko Betna"]


Siobhan pulled her thoughts away from getting nostalgic and reminiscing about the past. For that was what the Battle of Roche had been. Whenever she got like this it made her feel old and she most certainly was not old yet! After all, she was not even forty...though here and there a grey hair had appeared. Another reason why she dyed it.


So her small ship kept flying as it maintained a steady approach to the asteroid field. Siobhan was not a good pilot, so she left that job to the professionals. While her pilot, one of the many amazonian Firemane operatives she always seemed to end up hiring, by the name of Mei-Ling, steered the craft Siobhan opened up a comms channel and sent a quick message to the Mandal Hypernautics installation. Best to let the folks there know she was coming and transmit proper identification codes in order to avoid misunderstandings. Likewise she sent one to the Pathfinder. Siobhan did not know Arrbi Betna personally, but she knew his wife and considered her a friend.


"Gettin' all nostalgic again?" Mei-Ling suddenly broke the moderately awkward silence while she guided the ship. "Just sayin', you got that 'I was here, killed things, crashed a roof' look you." There was a sardonic edge to her voice, but Siobhan could appreciate a certain degree of irreverence.


"I did actually. On that asteroid over there. G99," Siobhan responded evenly, pointing at it. Well, obviously both would be unable to see the asteroid in question because space is fething huge and there were lots of asteroids floating around in space, but hey, let's not have realism interfere too much.


"Right. I heard. There was a holonet series 'bout the battle. The woman playing you was...taller," Mei-Ling joked. "That Jedi, what's her name again, [member="Phylis Alince"] and that redhead Republic soldier girl and [member="Delila Castillon"] fought there as well. Tell me, is there any truth to the Crimson Chronicles stories?" There was a bit of a glint in the woman's eyes.


Siobhan flushed slightly then shook her head. "Hate to disappoint, but no. Contrary to what certain fan fiction says, we did not do non-PG-13 things in my cabin after blowing the feth out of G99 and Sith. Phylis is a good friend though. She saved many lives on that day. Dells...used to be one. Don't know what she's doing these days," she said with a shrug.


"Aye, well, the fangirls will be disappointed."



"They'll survive it. And I was not getting nostalgic, just remembering. There's a difference. Nostalgia is for old people."


"Well...you are sort of getting..."


"My dear, I think the Vandelhelm garrison could use a new member. Would you like to go there?" Siobhan asked deadpan with a completely straight face.


"Right, boss. You're a beautiful, young queen. My apologies for being disrespectful of your royal persona."
 

Grimm

Active Member
Grimm zoomed towards the roche asteroid field, his goal was the phyrik that was mining from there. It wasn't like he wanted to do anything rash, yet since the focus of the republic has faded slightly towards other ill tempered issues. It left him with a golden ticket, if nothing would go wrong with the current plan. His company needed more products to create vessels or special weapons of mass destruction for his next set of buyers. Which at this moment was somewhat lacking, he made deals with some groups of mandalorians and held connections to the Omega Protectorate with his funding of the cybernetics division that belong to one of there higher ranked members.

He was also a sith, well ex-sith because of his recent defection with all the war that has come and gone. He didn't want any part of it, simply his new creed was that he would go with the highest buyer. He wanted to go with the flow of time, instead of falling with the other groups that have come and gone without completion of there goals. Either way that was of the past, now he would try to get some product by either trade or option number two. He was nearing the field now in his YT-2400, as his pilot searched for a place to dock.

[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Zathra Fett"]
[member="Mirshko Betna"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
 

Evard L'Rik

Got Lightning Running Through my Veins
Asteroids, asteroids, and more gorramed asteroids. Evard looked out the viewport of his beloved Nubian yacht. It didn't look like much, and it was still almost unarmed, but it flew like a dream and turned corners like an X-Wing. It was a relatively fair bet that the Resurgent would have caused a ruckus here, but the little gold-colored yacht looked like just another rich person flying through the Roche asteroid fields.

If he'd had a less dangerous way to pick up some phrik from the source, he would have been off like a shot. These floating rocks reminded him far too much of the destroyed remains of his homeworld. Plus, as nice as Verpine tech was, their faster-than-thought antennae communication always made him a bit wary.

Evard looked around a bit more, and laughed aloud as he saw a spraypainted Corellian freighter flying towards the same asteroid as him... Oh, and another YT, a less gaudy one. And... a couple of ship designs he couldn't place, although one of them was probably Mandalorian. He contemplated signaling the Mandalorian ship, but he wasn't sure if his official status as a privateer captain would garner attention with the wrong people.

With a grin of the almost evil variety, he closed with the two freighters until he was practically on top of the painted one, then boosted forward into a spin in front of it. He loved teasing people he didn't know, especially when he had more than enough shields and speed to get away from anybody who took exception to it.

[member='Grimm'] [member='Siobhan Kerrigan'] [member='Arrbi Betna'] [member='Mirshko Betna'] [member='Zathra Fett']
 
Micah was here for a few things.

One dealt with getting parts second hand for his little sister Kai; she had a thing about building her own starfighter or some thing like that. So he figured that going to places that had seen major battles in the past would be a good place to start salvaging. The battle of Roche saw all manner of battle scars and leftover salvage. It was a place where rumor had it the Omega Protectorate, Republic, Mandalorians, and even the Old Sith Empire fought over Roche tech.

Micah was just here to see if the Verpine traders might have any kind of salvaged Bes'uliik class starfighter hyperdrive left over. It might not be up to par, but it was something he figured Kai might enjoy fixing up. One never knew what one could find and since he was here to also get more information about Phrik, it would kill two birds with one stone.

So here he was, at Nickel One. This would get interesting.
 

Grimm

Active Member
"Boss, it seems that the other freighters are not of his base of operations." The pilot stated as he banked away for a moment.

"How can you tell?" Grimm asked as he looked around from the cock-pit.

It was then that someone had boosted pass a YT and spun past it like a showoff. It was an odd model, maybe it was more advance or just for show? Either way, he didn't have time to deal with this and found the dock he was looking for. It was a different dock from the MH station, where he would be putting on his own charm to get some of the materials he was searching for.

"Every time I go out into the far region of space, there is always some hotshot."

"Do you want to engage."

"Not unless the hotshot starts first, I see the port. Prepare the transmission signal that was given to me and dock approvingly to there procedures."

"Ay, Boss."

Grimm would head to his living quarters and start to put his mandalorian armor on. This armor that was gifted from his step father a well renown mandalorian of the Garon clan. It was made from sweat and blood, with a little tweaking from his own mechanical skills. The symbol on his right shoulder was a five pointed star with a crown like crest that gave off the vibe that he was apart of something darker then simply a mandalorian. Dual blasters at his sides, then the most mysterious item a sword attached to his lower back in a sheathe that he can pull out at anytime.

"Boss, what about the other ships?" Called the pilot from the co-pit.

"Let them dock where they please, they can either help or hinder me. Give them the same ID code, and let them decide for themselves."

The pilot would send the other pilots that haven't docked a encrypted ID code, if they wish to accept the offer. He walked over his ramp, pressing the button to slowly lower it so he could exit his craft. He was greeted by some fellows with rifles on hand, they couldn't tell but he was smirking behind his helmet.

"I'm not here to fight, I'm here to do some business that will benefit the both of us." Grimm stated in a calm tone, as the two looked at each other confusingly.

[member="Micah Talith"]
[member="Evard L'Rik"]
[member="Zathra Fett"]
 

Mirshko Betna

Daughter of Arrbi and Anija
[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Evard L'Rik"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Frowning a bit, Mirshko followed where he was pointing to on the navicomp, and carefully turned the Pathfinder in that direction. The ship wasn't as big and massive as some, but it was definitely more difficult to maneuver than a starfighter. At his question, she sighed heavily. "Lek, Da..." she replied, frowning in his direction. Not like he'd not drilled her on the procedure a million times. Well, maybe not that many, but it felt like it! Though, she was pretty excited to be out here, and to be flying.

If only mom were here to see it. That got her grinning, and she cautiously guided the Pathfinder into a wide corkscrew as they headed towards the indicated point. It was... exhilarating. And well, she was somewhat taking her cue from some of the other ships that were nearby. When they got closer, she leveled out the flight path and made sure to trasmit the proper acess codes that he'd shown her earlier.
 
It would take a bit to find a good vendor. But he had time to kill so that would be okay. Not to mention, there were other interesting Verpine tech that were like curious curios to the Talith.

Being on his own was new, a nice thing. No other siblings to bother him. Nor Aela to glower at him disapprovingly. Nickle One had seen it's fair share of battles, but that was why he was here.

The Space port was busy. The docking bay worse. The fees were abhorrent, but he had to remind himself it was for a good cause. Walking down the spaceport a few minutes later, tucking his hands into his pockets, Micah gave a good looksee.

Hmm, now where was the local Bazaar?

Good thing for directional signs no?
 
The Mad Knight of Mandalore was sitting in the hold slowly moving through the echoes in the force. The tendrils of motion, past present and future, were clouded by his current choices. As a Sith his way in the galaxy was clear. Kill, destruction, death. But as he evolved and changed so too did his path. Now he was mando'ad and that involved both a simpler way of life and a more complex conscientious lifestyle.

Rising from his seat he grabbed his leather jacket and slid it on over his brown tunic. Walking forward he made his way to where the cockpit was, to where his vode were.

[member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
 
He made it to the swampmeet style bazaar in no time. Things were pretty busy, patrons moving to everywhere. There were Verpine merchants selling their wares, spacers who were selling or restocking for their hauls, a mix of Republic guards, a few Mandalorians, and maybe a Jedi or two.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, the teenager would start to go from booth to boot. There were all sorts of things on display. Verpine tech was not something you pass along. It would leave quite a sting. He found a secondhand customized Verpine shatter gun that could take a variety of amunnition. Some haggling and a few credits less later, it was his. He also purchased a Verpine shield generator, that would protect him from extreme temperatures and sonic hits.

Wandering into more booths also provided him the opportunity to buy a datacron full of Verpine methods and practices on technology. He figured Nohei would like that.

The search would continue for the second hand hyperdrive.
 
Betna watched his daughter at the controls and felt the movement of the starship as she piloted. She'd inherited his steady hand and natural piloting ability along with the patience of her mother, but Betna still had to admit he was slightly nervous. Most parents started their kids learning on a speeder or something similar. Betna had his daughter learning on a starship in an asteroid field. He shrugged mentally at the huge gap in difficulty levels. Some parents coddled, some tossed their children into the deep end and told them to figure it out. He figured he was somewhere in the middle.

Up ahead the asteroid base was visible and he saw Mirshko put in the codes he'd shown her earlier. She had a good memory and a good mind for spacial concepts, something she'd picked up from both parents he felt. It was funny how you often found traits of yourself in your offspring. The shuddering of the ship pulled Arrbi from his silent musing as the base's tractor beams locked onto the vessel and began pulling it in. About the same time, he heard Muad enter the cockpit area.

"Nice timing," he said to the other man with a half wave from the copilot's seat. "We're getting pulled into the station. May want to pull on an environmental suit. May have to space walk soon."

[member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Muad Dib"]
 

Mirshko Betna

Daughter of Arrbi and Anija
[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Evard L'Rik"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Mirshko chewed on her lower lip, a sign that she was concentrating. Piloting a starship was not the same thing s driving a landspeeder or skyhopper. And she was still learning to sense things with the Force. For now, she relied heavily on the sensors, paying careful attention to the strobing lines of warning that buffered each asteroid on her sensor plot. With that, and what training she did have in the Force, she was able to avoid the asteroids and follow the path laid out on the nav console. Even then, some of the asteroids came a bit too close for comfort. When the tractors from the station's hangars locked on, she let out a sigh of relief. "Da... if we're going into the station... why is a sealed suit required..?"
 
[member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Arrbi Betna"]


Presumably Siobhan knew access codes in order to make sure that her ship did not get blown out of the sky, so they were transmitted! Anyhow, the pilot steered the ship and managed to avoid getting too close to the asteroids. Fortunately Siobhan was not doing the piloting, since if she had done so the ship would have probably crashed into an asteroid.


Then again, she could chuck asteroids but it was doubtful that would go well if she was trying to fly a ship at the same time. So she could spend her time reminiscing and watching the vastness of the asteroid field. It brought back memories. Also uncomfortably reminded her of that one time where had been spaced and almost died. Transmission had been sent to the MandalHypernautics facility and to Betna's ship, so that the vode knew who she was. Gradually the station's tractor beams began to lock onto them as they got closer.
 
He stood behind the seat with arms folded over his chest. He hated evac suits. Hated space walks even more. Feeling the ship shudder just slightly under the tractor beam Muad reached out a hand to steady himself.

"I'm so ready to kill .... time. Kill time."

He had paused in mid sentence. He was never good with kids or teens. Never spent anytime around them to be honest. Course he wasn't great with adults either. When all you do is kill and destroy, it doesn't leave much time for socializing.

He shrugged. Of course he had been changing since Bella, since acquiring a mere handful of friends, since joining the Mandos. He was slowly evolving. Into what he did not quite know yet. But he was still a killer and monster so he tried to keep that part of himself restrained.

[member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
 

Zathra Fett

Graffiti and Art are the same thing, right?
[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Evard L'Rik"]
Really, wow such a show off or just some annoying guy by the looks of it. Zathra rolled her amber orange eyes at the golden yacht that swerved in front of her ship. Probably one of those annoying rich people that liked to show off their piloting skills and fancy golden ship's and ship designs. Disgusting, will not disgusting Zathra just really, really....disliked those type of people, so what they were rich, what did that prove.........nothing! Her ship then swerved to the right towards the space port and during the process, Red entered the access code to get into the station legally. Once the codes were accepted, the tractor beam locked upon the ship to bring it into the hanger. Zathra then stood up and grabbed a set of leather holsters that could carry a total of six blasters. The leather holsters were of her own design and then she clipped them to her waits and thighs via some iron buckles tightening the leather straps to her waist and thighs so that they couldn't fall off. Her mandalorion armor also had quite a unique look like her ship, her armor has some carefully painted graffiti designs upon it along with just designs that fitted will into her personality. Once the ship was inside of the hanger and once it landed upon the ground, a steel ramp descended from the bottom of the ship and hit the ground with a clang. Red followed Zathra towards the ramp but before leaving the ship, Zathra grabbed her mandalorion helmet and put it on along with putting each of her blasters into each of their specified holsters. Zathra then turned and tried to catch up with Red as he was walking away from the ship. Once out of the ship, Zathra pressed a red button on her gauntlet and the ramp ascended upwards back into the ship and the ship then locked. Hopefully, no body would actually try to break into her ship, hopefully.
 
While he couldn't go out and mine the Phrik himself, he could see if he could find enough of the refined bars to reforge into something he could practice his growing affinity with Force imbuing and alchemy. The Talith would continue his wanderings through the bazaar, the scent of sizzling food mixing with that of industry. The area he walked into now was louder with the business dealings of various patrons. This was the shipwright section, with armormech not too far away.

Just might kill two womprats with one stone.

With that thought in mind, he made his way through, weaving in between patrons. A secondhand hyperdrive should be here somewhere. As would Phrik bricks for sale by any of the Verpine miners.
 

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