Private He Owned it All

[Levanthal Eastwind]

Location: The Horizon Shipyard

Levanthal stood there looking out the window, it was odd how he wasn't up here more often. Not only is the General on the shipyard most of the time, he had never been to the lower control room above the docking bay. Looking at the ships hovering by, he turned and continued to walk towards the elevator. While he did enjoy the view Levanthal was needed for a meeting. As he entered the elevator he went up a floor and continued over a deck.

The slaves looked up at him with spite as he gave a little wave, as one was pulled out and executed. Shaking his head Levanthal continued the walk toward the skyward elevator. A spec-ops squad walked up, "Quelled a small rebellion, thirty-five dead." Continuing his walk the men broke off from him going into a hallway. The shipyard was a prison, do your job you survive. There was no escape.

It was well protected by dreadnought destroying lasers, many, many fighters, and small defense turrets. The man had designed the fortress well, while there had been many attempts to break in, there were none to break out. All rebellions were more of strikes, but that had been the first one in a while for all apart of it are killed for treason. The lives of the little meant nothing to this man and as he reached the elevator he hit the top floor button.

Going up he looked out the glass window, it was the planet he was destroying from the inside to get its resources. Laughing to himself, the general knew that he was cruel and evil, but all thought it was worth it, he could afford to be that way. Any action he did was planned, any attempt, was flawless, and his building, beyond expert. When the elevator reached the top, the door closed behind him the men standing giving their salutes as Levanthal sat down in his chair yelling, "At ease." Some wine was brought to him, as he drank he just laughed at the thought of what he'd do next.

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[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Slavers, she hated them with a passion and took great cause in making sure their deaths were painful, she hunted them for sport and to free the slaves they had bringing them back to vanquish where they'd be treated, processed, and homes found if they didn't stay

This particular one had targeted a planet, and while stardust was not a army she made up for that fact by being with 20 men, her stealth fighter came out a good distance away before its stealth systems activated and she began a slow careful cruise, spotting a massive station nearby she ran a cross check to make sure that was where her target would be before she positioned her fighter towards it.

He had a pretty impressive defense, no doubt head to head combat would not be advisable especially in this stealth fighter she'd need a true army to fight this man. Sitting back in her seat she took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she pushed her engines a little bit and she looked for a hangar she could....land in...landing before smashing through in a chaotic hello. Watching as ships sailed by she popped her neck and turned off her systems as she gunned it being only a mere 2 klicks away

This was gonna be fun

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

H O R I Z O N - S H I P Y A R D​

Joti was, Above all else, A practical woman. She could turn the scraps of a star destroyer into armour, Broken and beaten droids into intelligent vehicles, And the remains of broken weapons into instruments. But above all of these things: She could turn hopeless odds into opportunity. Fighting an entire shipyard by herself would be suicide, But she knew she'd have her vode behind her soon enough. And through aiding her vode, She would have the opportunity to take a whole shipyard, And make the connections necessary to secure the future of her clan.
The Mynock suddenly drops out of hyperspace, Dangerously close to the shipyard. The jump had been carefully calculated to get her in close before the dreadnaughts or the automated security could target her. And before the hangers could be sealed, The modified YT-1300 had slid with a high pitched metallic screech, Scraping across the deck and flattening several security personnel in its wake.

>Got you ladies an' gents a distraction, Go! go! go!< Joti laughs into the commlink.
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A number of guards come rushing into the hanger, Only to be met by the red glow and deafening
* Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrtt* Of the Mynock's automated turrets. Joti herself was still reclined in the cockpit, Feet on the dashboard while she watches the guards practically evaporate down below, Occasionally glancing down while putting on her vambrace weaponry.
Once she'd finished, She leaves the cockpit, Grabbing her old Staff and folding it, Magnetizing it to her back while drawing both of her modified NN-14s as bolts for the door, Running into the hanger and spewing a series of Blue blaster bolts into the disorganized guards whilst sprinting towards the nearest cover.

Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur;

Today was a good day for someone else to die.





Stardust Solus Skirae Talon Richwood Kreslin Westwind Venku Bralor ​

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[Talon Aegis]

The shipyard was known for its cruelty in its treatment of the slaves. While people still would work for him, Levanthal would make it worth their while. The ships made there were superior, to most anything he had seen. While fighting, he had seen the dreadnought destroying weapons clear battlefields of men.

Talon stood up in the back of the ship, a grin on his face. "Leave some for me please, can't have a good time if they're already dead." Laughing he stood ready to exit with his H1 in hand. When he exited the ship, he stepped over a body, firing into the closest soldier. The man's chest exploded from the fragmentation round he fired into it.

A man with an electrostaff ran up but got another frag round into his head, it piercing it and hitting a man behind him. The dud of a shot still killing both. He was pushed up to some crates as he put the H1 on his back, shaking his head he pulled a revolver. Just laughing into his comms, pulling out a beskad and pushing it into the head of a man coming over the box.

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[Levanthal Eastwind]

Levanthal sat in his chair, with wine in a crystal glass he drank from it slowly. The destroyers outside, circled the station, and a Gala passed by the window. This was a private suite for himself, a bed and a desk was inside. This is where he heads to take a break and dealt with other situations that came up around the facility.

The call came into his computer was opened covering his window. "General, we are having a situation in one of the hangars."

"So? The slaves are acting up again, deal with it."

"Not slaves sir, Mandalorians." This statement was followed by the man's head exploding on camera. Another man taking his position.

Laughing Levanthal said, "Deploy special forces, this shall not drag on for long. Though, pull one of our Mandalorians out of the brig, supply him with his beskar'gam, and threaten to execute him if they don't lay down their arms." Turning off the camera, he walked over opening his desk, pulling out his RSKF, pointing himself towards the door waiting.

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