Gun Social (Open, Mandos and Capitalists welcome)

[Ardgal Raxis]

DXUN​

Every now and then you had to just kill something, skin it, cut it open, and roast it over a blazing open fire. For Ardgal, that was most days when he was in the field. He remembered many a time, trundling through Felucia, the forest moon of Endor, or Pzob recently, and now once more on Dxun. And here on the demon moon, there was a lot to kill.

A cracking sound filled the air as another massive tree from the surrounding jungle was felled, landing on the mounting burn pile with a thunderous roar. Ardgal looked up from the datapad in his hands to see several of his commandos from Alpha Company quickly mount the pile, armed with gas cans. They clambored across the difficult mound, splashing their contents with glee. The warrior shook his head with a slight chuckle, turning back to the numbers.

"Where do you want the rest of the tanks?" Virgil asked over the comm link in Ardgal's ear. "The whole East side is covered by the gun displays."

"Move them to the south corner, I don't want the pass cut off to the jungle, just in case someone wants to take them out for a test drive," Ardgal said scrolling through the inventory in his hand.

A massive whoosh went up mixed with a wave of heat and a roar of delight. The bondfire began to roar and crackle as the flames took hold and devoured its contents with delight. Homer, chief field medic under RMIA, reported to Ardgal, massive mug of beer in his tawny, tanned hands, "The kegs have been set up, sir. And let me tell you," he took a sip from his glass, "I was right, this is a good brew. You should consider having a mug or two."

"You know alcohol has no effect on me," Ardgal said with a hint of disappointment, "A tragic side effect of being biologically altered."

"Suit yourself," Homer said with a shrug, "I guess I should go stand by that fire anyway. We are about to start putting the meat on. I'm sure there are some fools who would love to shove their arms or legs in there for a third degree burn or something."

"Don't work too hard," Ardgal called after him, "Its a social after all."

"I'd say the same to you," Homer shouted back over his shoulder. "But you won't listen."

The general sighed and pocketed his datapad. Everything was going well. A few customers were already taking advantage of the open firing range and free test drives for the tanks and walkers. As part of the RMIA social, all of their wares were both on sale and up for free test drives or firing. Of course, being on Dxun, there were plenty of prey out there to slot with the RMIA arsinol here. All anyone had to do was slap down a few credits and get cracking. Of course, other gun companies had been invited, it was a gun social after all. Anything that could be used for land warfare was welcome to be showcased by their proprietors and there was even a promise for a door prize to those who attended. But Ardgal was not about to say what exactly until he was ready to start giving away the secret goods. He had personally handled it, all to keep it secret.

Medical staff were on hand for anyone who got a little too much liquid courage for their senses, and as for security? It was RMIA, a social filled with Mandalorian super soldiers, commandos, and soldiers, all wielding guns and booze. Anyone stupid enough to try anything was better off dead--evolutionarily speaking.

Ardgal crossed his arms, his gauntlets clacking against his dark beskar chestplate as he eyed one of the beer kegs.

"Ah damn it all," he shrugged before making his way across the clearing. Even he had to live sometimes.

Spoiler

HEY! Welcome to the RMIA gun social. All of RMIA's products are FIFTY PERCENT OFF if purchased in this thread. A link to the products is in my sig, under "Amazing Guns." Take a look, its all here, buy what you want, just make it an in character transaction. Don't worry about necessarily having to check out with Ardgal, there are sales reps on hands I can RP for you--or you can just RP them if you want.

And when you are done? Well stick around for the beer, meat, and fire. Or, feel free to just go hunting in the dangerous jungle around us. Later there will be a door prize--for those who make at least 4 posts. All will get to have this gift, and trust me you will want to have this. Its free, just post 4 times in the thread, that's it!

Got your own guns, tanks, armor and stuff for sale? Or you just wanna shoot your super awesome rifle on the open range? Feel free to come show your stuff. If you post 4 times, you too get the door prize.

If you get in a fight with someone else.... just don't break my stuff (or just buy one of my guns to shoot the other guy).

Have fun yall.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Guns, booze, a celebration that Darlyn could easily get behind. [member="Ardgal Raxis"] had unintentionally won significant brownie points with the pistol loving darksider, who had more than his fair share of RIMA firearms specifically to fill the void. So when he'd heard about a get together of sorts revolving around the company, how could he avoid it? More correctly, knowing him, how could Ardgal not expect his arrival? It would hardly be a surprise to anyone who knew him.

Somehow even less of a surprise was his decision to wear his Desperado beskar armor, without the mask helmet, and his collection of pistols strapped to him. Well, part of them. He brought his DL-18, Punisher, and Charric pistols along with him, as he only had enough straps and holsters to fit the three as it was for now. Even so, it at least showed, to those paying attention, that he happened to be a customer at one point. That should justify him being there.

Not that you needed a justification to adore weapons and drink booze. Still, it was a place to start... and after a long flight there, even a starfighter with a hyperdrive took a while after all, it was hardly something he cared enough about to put effort into. So instead, he calmly made his way to land on the planet, or moon rather, and make his way to the social itself. Upon arrival, he spotted Ardgal fairly quickly, chuckling to himself as he made his way over.

"Seems every time we meet up somewhere, it's a jungle. Not that I mind the fresh air of course."

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

The ashes of Mandalore were scattered across the stars, spread wild across countless planets by false winds. By Munin. By the Sith. By Imperials. They had all had their fun and now it was time for The Kyr'tsad to resurrect the vode through fiery retribution. Like a great Phoenix rising to glory through the remains of its own corpse, the Mando'ade too would rip victory from the jaws of death. The first act in this new chapter of Mandalorian redemption had to start with something much humbler, however.

Before a shriek-hawk can strike its prey, it must first sharpen its talons.

Ven and his unit of Kyr'tsad brothers were nearly out the door by the time their vessel set down, stepping off the ramp as soon as it was deployed. The ship had landed on the outskirts of the tents and firing ranges set up on the outskirts of Dxun's dense jungles. The screams and cheers of excitement drowned out the distant calls of wildlife, drunken conversation over the displayed weapons already in high gear.

Of course, contaminating it all were swaths of aruetiise. There was no occasion he could escape them anymore, every time he turned he saw his people being fed upon like a stray strill.

Spitting, Ven placed his helmet overhead and stormed through the crowds, ignoring the attempts of sales representatives to catch his eye. He was here only to speak to one man and that man was Ardgal Raxis, a profiteering Mandalorian who whored his wares to any outsider who'd pay the price. A disgrace but not one the Death Watch could afford to willingly be rid of yet. Only kindness would be shown until the proper time.

He found Raxis not long after his search began, speaking to a red-headed outsider who was no doubt begging for a taste of whatever Raxis was selling on the corner these days. Without pause, Ven strode to the pair with an uncaring demeanor and broke the conversation.

"Raxis." Ven began, throwing his shoulder-mounted Death Watch cape to one side he completely ignored Excron's presence, "Quite the crowd you've drawn. You must be selling something worth looking at." Vizsla spoke dryly through his T-visor, still giving Excron no time of the day.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal saw Darlyn approach as he poured himself a fresh mug of one of the malt beers in the massive kegs. He felt a slight sense of pride as he saw Darlyn sporting several of his own creations on the man's gunbelt. It was good to see some of Commenor's own taking advantage of his offer to supply them with arms and weapons. At least, at a reduced cost covered by their government. It was a good deal for both sides.

"What can I say?" Ardgal said handing the mug to Darlyn, "I do go for a type."

He grabbed a new mug and poured himself a new glass, "How are the Commenor Regulars I trained for your [member="Lady Kay"] are working under your service?"

Before he had time to get an answer, [member="Ven Vizsla"] came towards Ardgal. The man didn't recognize the armor right off the bat, but he did recognize the T visor. And there were many mandos here, many were welcome here. It was a social after all, and a great place for him to meet new people and customers he had never got the chance to put a personality to the credit card.

"I tend to think so," Ardgal said with a nod. "Thank you," he motioned to the tanks and the guns out on the range, 'Are you looking for anything specific? Or are you just here to enjoy the smell of gunpowder and spent gas chambers?"

[member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Ven reached out a hand to grab Ardgal's forearm in a traditional Mandalorian handshake, still ignoring the man standing beside him.

"Ven Vizsla" he introduced himself without a need for a formal invitation to do so. It was clear his reputation did not precede him in this instance. Ardgal was well known in Vizsla and the Kyr'tsad. Whether the man knew it or not, he had been supplying both Clan Vizsla and the Death Watch with weaponry since a time far before Ven took over as Alor of the house and clan and Overlord of Death Watch.

However, it truly was no surprise Ardgal didn't know him personally. He had just risen to his current status after all.

Ven had just made it a habit of expecting those around him to know who he was since most of his days were spent in Death Watch camps and on Vizsla battlefields. Rarely did he have to introduce himself in a formal situation, something he'd come to learn to do with time.

Continuing in Conrodian, Vizsla swept by his arrogant mistake,

"Kyr'tsad is interested in making an order for some new arrangements we plan on carrying out, soon. Concord Dawn and Manda'yaim are in need of proper defense after so long without Tate protection." Ven's Concordian accent was noticeable on its own, but the replacement of Vode with the much heavier accented Tate made his dialect easily distinguishable, possibly even to an outsider.

"Turrets, Ultraguards from your shops. Along with a large order of your JS-7 jet packs and Bes'uliik Mk 2s." Ven presented the exact numbers to be filled on a datapad, "But there is a special order I was hoping to talk to you about over a buy'ce gal"

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal wasn't exactly the king of social graces. He might have been adept before his alterations at the sort of charm that were required for more courtly and savvy ventures. But afterwards.... it had changed him deeply. He was still trying to find himself that side again. "Well met, Vizsla."

He listened to Ven speak of a new plan that they had in mind to carry out soon. He didn't know, and frankly, he didn't want to. His clients and what they wanted to do with his products was best if he didn't know. As long as they weren't hurting his own people or damaging his contracts, that was all he needed to know.

"No argument here," he said with a sigh. "My next priority is to arm the vode for all they need to begin protecting the homeworld and building up some better defenses when we get the funds we need to take on such a venture."

As the man placed his order, Ardgal grabbed a pair of mugs and filled them both from a nearby barrel with a thick golden and woody beer. He handed one to Ven, "I will make sure that all of that gets handled tonight. What do you have in mind?"

[member="Ven Vizsla"] I [member="Darlyn Excron"]​

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"They do well as one can expect. We're not exactly a warfaring nation, though they're certainly capable enough. Having such well made weapons helps in that regard." Darlyn chuckled a bit at [member="Ardgal Raxis"]'s mentioning of his 'type' and casualness of the scenario. He wasn't fond of social situations, but Ardgal he liked. It helped that Ardgal had beautiful pistols a plenty, but it was still something that made talking to him easy despite the number of other barriers between them.

Of course shortly after, [member="Ven Vizsla"] arrived, ignoring him completely. If Darlyn cared for the man, or even knew him for that matter, he might've been offended. As it stood though, he treated it as any other business interaction you'd see at a convenience store. Waiting quietly for something else to happen, so you can have your turn with the cashier so to speak. He raised the drink to his lips that Ardgal had handed over, and took a good swig. Good choice of drink, honestly.