Campaign Healers of the New Order: Project Ironclad!

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

We’ve reached out through our research divisions and we believe we have an informant who we think may have made contact with members of the organization behind these sabotages. However, they live in a rather remote world. As part of their agreement to give us all they know, they require transport to Naboo. Under the order of the Viceroyalty you’re expected to bring them back here to the Knights Obsidian headquarters for extreme questioning. Expect heavy contact.

(En route there are going to be SEVERAL attempts on the captives’ life from assassins employed by the cult to eradicate this menace. No assassin will be taken alive whether it be suicide or otherwise, but they will kill him by any means necessary.)

Mission:
Acquire and Return the VIP Safely to Naboo
Tag:
Aadya Volke , Frank Hamish , Domino Dubose
Weapons:
- S-66 Scorpio // L 86 - Pisces x3 // T 91 - Taurus x3 // Rotary Blaster
Armour:
- G3M1N1 Chassis
Attire:
- This

No sooner than Gemini had been on the trail of the people she sought, the world had intercepted her intentions with the rudest of awakenings. In dealing with the CIS as repeatedly as she had, offers had been made for a sort of permanent retainer of her services with the CAF. Contractor... the word sounded a little too close to mercenary for her liking, but it allowed her the freedom to do as she wished while still having access to some of the vast resources that the CIS afforded, and, so long as she continued to do what she was good at she was rewarded far more handsomely than she was used to. The F-22 hadn't looked as good as it did in an age, while Jiji was able to finally get the cybernetics he deserved through some of the injured wolf programs that the Confederate Armed Forces ran. Everything was peaceful... for now.​

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A sickly cloud was looming over the heads of the CIS as strange events had been occurring, states of emergency had called a couple of people she had met jarringly in other directions within a short span of time to one another. It was only a matter of time until Gem was going to get a similar call. Surely enough, a honey sweet voice relayed that there was a priority mission, a transport mission with an urgency code which far exceeded what she would have thought the CIS would entrust to her at this point. Perhaps it was her run in with the mysterious armed company in the skies over Abraxas that had given her a positive reputation... who knew. Though the call seemed somewhat dismayed, that time were of the utmost essence and Gem wouldn't suffer the cause to wait. ​

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The planet Stennaros was an interesting world in the outer rim, desert stretched for miles in every direction, however, unlike worlds like Tatooine they were not uninhabited, a metropolis sprawled from its center as an open declaration of defiance against the hostile climate while its people, the renowned 'force eaters' gathered there. Many of them able to sustain themselves without the traditional need for consumption of mundane meals for much longer periods of time. The city, while populated, did not bare the pleasantries of a planet like Naboo or Coruscant, much less the sophistication. The people here were rough, criminals people who wanted to live as far away from rational civilization as possible while still bearing the hallmarks of trade and populous that a city provided compared to the measly ports such as Mos Eisley. ​

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The crew traveled en route, a pilot having been acquired picking each of the team up on the way as Gem was plucked from Naboo proper setting out at the inception of the voyage, she thought it would be good to get to know the team a little better, in case of complications. Missions such as these had a habit of never going according to plan. So, she bought along a kit that should be able to deal with, if not most, the more common problems along the way. There were a couple of people Gem had met on her travels prior whom she trusted, one who seemed to have an eye for details bearing a methodology that seemed to have been lost in the modern age... despite his... flaws. While the other was reliable in a pinch with abilities that were far too unique not to pass up. The pilot was new, but new wasn't always negative. ​

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"How long until we arrive at Stennaros?" The Cyborg would ask, her attire far simpler and more practical than her usual wear, short sleeves showed off the mechanical doll-like lines that traced her arms, joints and limbs. The feint pulsing of lights emanating from them almost as if the mechanics were breathing softly, radiating little more than the cracks. While the gloves covered the more egregious signs of her cyborg body being the digits of her fingers and hands. She would place a hand on the shoulder of the pilot, staring forward into the streaking expanse of the limitless starry sky of hyperspace as it shot by them faster than light could hope to travel. ​

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"I hope this one's uneventful."​

 

[Domino Dubose]

Location: The Iron Claw
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 | Aadya Volke | Frank Hamish

He was beginning to think he was just unlucky with the duties that The Confederacy was assigning him. Although Domino was not a newly commissioned officer, he was still only a Lieutenant with a couple years under his belt. This meant that he was often selected for some of the less grandiose missions The Confederacy had to offer. This time had not been the case. He'd been selected as the Ship Commander for a vital transportation mission and was assured that success could mean a lot for his career.

There had been some trouble with the Hyperdrive console on the ship's bridge. Domino laid on his back, looking over the wiring with a soft curse echoing from his lips. The array of colorful wires were in tact, meaning that the problem had to have come from deeper in the ship. He'd have to remember to have his engineer units check out the Hyperdrive relays when they reached Naboo. "It'll be fine. Just this state of the art crap they keep putting in our ships." He muttered. The man pushed himself from under the console, rising to his feet and pulling his uniform top from the console. A B-1 Pilot unit approached the console while nodding at the Lieutenant's words. "Roger, roger." It echoed out in affirmation.

Domino pulled his jacket back on, fastening the buttons while calling out over the deck. "Ok. Hyperdrive will need some attention when we get back to Naboo. Looks like the relays from the Hyperdrive to the Bridge aren't working well, its fine just means we'll have to manually start and stop the damned thing. 228, make a note of that in the log for me." One of the droids nodded while turning to the console it had been stationed at. Only a moment later a voice called out and Domino arched a brow towards it. The man would look back to the flurry of stars that raced past the ship as he pursed his lips to consider it. "Ten more minutes, fifteen tops." He swiped his hand through the air to activate the ships Holo-interface. A holoemitter above his command throne beamed down onto the bridge where the two stood. The green holoscreen showed a display of the planet Stennaros with a timer stamped beside the floating orb.

"About fifteen, yea." He reconfirmed, before he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He looked to the hand before glancing around the deck for a moment. He inconspicuously slid out of the metallic woman's grip before nodding. "Yea, me too. Last thing I need is the Colonel up my ass because we botched a transport mission."

Just then another metallic voice with a deep baritone called out to Domino. "Just be sure to follow protocol this time, sir. The Colonel was very clear in his expectations of you after the last miss-" The Tactical Droid that approached the two was quieted with Domino turning and cutting him off. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to eye-kark the manual if anything goes wrong." He said, patting the droid's shoulder patronizingly. The droid, unable to understand the Lieutenant's sarcasm as usual, dismissed the remark entirely and instead turned his eyes to the main viewport with the rest of them.

 

[Frank Hamish]

Location: The Iron Claw
Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, 2 L-7 Pistols, M-8 Shotgun, EBFAK
Objective: Herd the cats that are these cats and try to keep everyone alive

Frank was sitting in the local mess hall of the ship as they were under way. He had a bottle of some kind of liquor that for the first time he didn't know the name of in one hand, his pistol sitting inches away from his other on the table that he'd sat at. And this stuff, tasting sweet, almost like fruit or some kind of sweetened fruit preserve but also burned like none other. He could have sworn that someone had made moonshine because this stuff had no right to have the kick it did. He laughed as he took another swig and called out to no one in particular.

"Oi! You didn't mention that they had some damn good booze on this ship! I could get used to running jobs like this," He slurred slightly as he could feel the alcohol in his blood finally start to overtake his inhuman tolerances.

His armor, having gone to the actual Phrik-A plating than the Duraplast-E/Durasteel composite plates for this mission due to the apparent importance, would shine in the lighting of the mess hall. However he had noted immediately that when G3M had called him, that it must have been important. He didn't figure that she'd go out of her way to contact him. He had been hunting down more leads on their target, which he thought was pretty big payday to begin with, only to have her get him on the horn and call him into this. He'd agreed for the money, but also something about the cyborg had started to grow on him. He dismissed the thought for now, being that he knew that such things would only lead to disappointment or worse weaknesses that people could exploit. She was a good kid is all, and he felt the need to ensure that she didn't get caught up in something too bad. He groaned as he mentally chastised himself for the thought. She wasn't his responsibility, and he needed to drop that before he let someone get close again.

He would get up and sway a little as he felt his body react to its current blood alcohol levels, shaking his head to clear it a little as he grabbed the bottle and started walking towards G3M. He heard her comment about how she hoped this trip to be uneventful and groaned.

"Oh come on!" He started looking around the mess, "Don't you invoke that. Blast it all," He started looking around for something poring over tables and such.

"Find some wood, we need to knock on the wood otherwise we're guaranteed to get screwed," He stumbled about as he looked for something wooden. He wasn't about to get put through the meat grinder because some green horn made a rookie mistake. He would look a bit comical as he trudged about, bottle in hand as he tried to find something before getting an idea. They could see the light bulb light up in his head as his face visibly changed, and he pulled out the cork for the bottle.

"Haha! Just need to do this," He would knock the cork on the table twice before giving himself a small cheer "And just like that Hamish has saved the day,"

 

[Aadya Volke]

IRONCLAD​

Outfit & Equipment: Outfit Over Armour | Steelskin Armour | Obsidian Lightsaber | KO Sidearm | Verpine Shatter Pistol | M-8 Shotgun
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 | Domino Dubose | Frank Hamish​

Aadya was indifferent to being called upon, in fact, the woman was used to doing mercenary work even though she was an official Knight’s Obsidian member. She honestly just didn’t care where she was assigned, as long as she got to shoot something or throw a few punches, then she was more than happy. Nothing usually phased the woman and to say that she was used to working with many different personalities, was an understatement. The last time that she had to work in an official CIS group, she had one serious elf dude. Someone who she felt had an ego the size of a planet. Maybe bigger, but for the most part, she hadn’t let his behaviour affect how she normally operated. In the end, the woman had gotten herself a pet fleft-wauf out of it all and had called it Ducky. A pet mount that she had left behind, as a simple transport mission didn’t warrant such a large bird to tag along.

So as she took note of her current fellow companions, her gaze lingered upon the cyborg and she watched them carefully so then she could determine which one was in control. G3 or G3M? Pale blue eyes took note of the posture while her ears listened to the formulation of words and it was fairly easy to determine that it was G3 in control. So, once she did so, her gaze slid away to view her other companions. One appeared to be a drunk old man and the other, well he seemed to be all work and no play. At least, he seemed to be better than the elf man and the woman glanced at the sidearm that she had been quietly cleaning from her positioning by the wall. She could work with this team, at least, that was her overall take from previewing their present actions and the lupine tossed the rag, only to sheath the sidearm into a shoulder holster.

Quietly, Aadya shifted her free hand into a pouch on her belt and retrieved wrapped candy from it as she shrugged away from her position by the wall. Then, as she addressed each one of her teammates, she flicked a piece of candy at them. ”You, old man; you should probably stop drinking. Especially if you want to finish that bottle, because the moment that you pass out, I call dibs.” She said as she had aimed the piece of candy at his head. Her aim for G3 was also aimed at her head, but she was very confident that her companion would catch it before it even hit her. ”You, just keep being you. We’ll get there when we get there.” The final one that she addressed, the lupine just tossed the candy at his chest and threw her body into a spare seat. ”As for you… I don’t even know where to start with you,” She said with a wink and proceeded to unwrap her own piece of candy.

Candy was her secret enjoyment. It was odd, because she enjoyed it more than sinking her teeth into raw meat. Candy… In her opinion, was a dose of happiness and she tossed it up into the air where she proceeded to catch it with her mouth. Her overall appearance was relaxed and sober. Nothing about her suggested that she was even afraid of the potential danger that might occur, because she was firmly planted within the present and Aadya would deal with the issues as they arose. Was she perhaps too relaxed? Well, she didn’t think so; because even if something did happen, her lupine gifts meant that she could react fast enough to deal with the problem within a timely fashion. ”I don’t know about you guys, but this mission seems like it’ll be a snore fest.” She finally said after a moment of silence and a slow smirk curved her lips.​

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[G 3 M 1 N 1]

Mission:
Acquire and Return the VIP Safely to Naboo
Tag:
Aadya Volke , Frank Hamish , Domino Dubose
Weapons:
- S-66 Scorpio // L 86 - Pisces x3 // T 91 - Taurus x3 // Rotary Blaster
Armour:
- G3M1N1 Chassis
Attire:
- This

G3 Stood stalwart, her frame and stature perfect, pristine and unwavering. She didn't have the sway of a normal person, didn't have micro-reactions about her which would look distinctly droid like as opposed to a living person. With the crew assembled and briefed all they would need is to arrive, acquire the asset and exfiltrate. Sadly the aforementioned being was located within the heart of a metropolitan area, crowded, busy, potential threats on all sides with the inability to park this train of a ship closer than the nearest space port. However, with the advantages they had, it would be enough to overcome light resistance for sure. ​

G3 would move to the middle of the group, holding out her hand palm up as a holoprojector would emit from the center of her hand. The image would be of a mid-late aged woman, A female Chagrian wearing a long coat, aged and tired with the image looking at her through barred windows. The woman appeared to be working at a finance building, although while the image was taken some distance away, the quality was enough to get a clear image. There were several other context images that would be displayed as G3 spoke to the group. with hope of better confirming the mission as it was laid out before them. Interrupted however by Frank's antics, opening her mouth to speak in order to chastise him Gem within the digital mind-space would rebuff the attempt of aggression, pulling her strings from behind secret doors as she would watch the more compitent of the two of them address the crew. ​

Once Aadya and the others had finished saying their piece, G3 would begin, her voice enunciating each of the syllables evenly, spaced out in a somewhat even tone. Perfect, pristine and void of the little flaws and colloquialisms people made in their daily speech, little grammatical shortcuts which everyone was used to were vacant as the AI would begin the brief. ​

"This is our Target, Mii Vaari, Female, fifty seven years old. Works as an accountant of sorts, managing money of intergalactic accounts which our sources have tracked to connect to mercenary groups and corporate criminals across the sector. She's also been an informant for the Confederacy for some time, however, its time for us all to cash in after her last report whose particulars bore parallels to sabotage and attacks that have been occurring within CIS space. She could give us a lead we need, we're to ensure she's taken back to Knights Obsidian HQ for questioning. She is a civilian although she has had some basic field training, but not enough that she would be competent in a firefight. She will need protection. If there are questions, now would be an appropriate time to ask." ​

G3 would look amongst them, scanning them for their thoughts on the matter, searching for anxiety... denied from looking at the blood alcohol content present in Franks' sweat as the machine attempted to draw data with a hope of compiling enough of it to make a case for his immediate expulsion from the ship. G3 didn't like Frank, all data pointed to him constantly being a consistently high risk to all operations. It was a statistical error that he was not already dead in a gutter in Hanoon at this point. But with Gem preventing her attempts at confronting the matter, G3 had her hands tied, expressing the closest thing an AI could get to frustration. ​

As they would approach their destination moment by moment, Gem would be waiting to take back control from G3, feeling a little comfortable with the presence of people she was a little more familiar with. It almost felt like she was building another crew, however it was that hopeful nostalgic feeling that had Gem retreating within G3 in the mean time. It had been too soon since she had lost her mercenary crew, leaving only Jiji, the feelings of Dejavous were a little too much for her at the moment, making her prone to stutter and hesitate at crucial moments. But, She could monitor G3 closely enough to ensure that its more... eggregious properties would not grind against the grain of the pack they had formed. ​

 

[Domino Dubose]

Location: The Iron Claw
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 | Aadya Volke | Frank Hamish

Why the hell did Domino always get stuck with the weird ones?

As the drunken man came barreling in, Domino regarded him with an amused chuckle. He shook his head before he felt something small slap against his chest. He glanced down to see the piece of candy on the ground that had been thrown by Aadya Volke . He took it into his pocket before chuckling at the assortment. When the automated woman stepped forward, her hand producing a hologram of a woman, Domino looked to the image with little thought.

Before he could say anything one of the droids called out. "Sir, we're coming out of Hyperspace over Stennaros."

Domino nodded before stepping forward and crossing his arms over his chest. "All right, lets get this over with." He remarked.

The ship came out of Hyperspace, reverting back to real space with an abrupt shift. The droid crew began going through the post-hyperspace checks. Domino's eyes took in the planet, gazing over it for a few spare moments before he looked to the others. "Ok, you guys should be clear to retrieve the target. I only have a small dispatch of security droids so you'll have to go it alone. Bring her back to the ship and I'll get us home." He assured them.

 

[Frank Hamish]

Location: The Iron Claw
Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, 2 L-7 Pistols, M-8 Shotgun, EBFAK
Objective: Herd the cats that are these cats and try to keep everyone alive
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 Aadya Volke Domino Dubose


Frank would stop his antics as he heard someone first talk to him, and then felt the piece of candy bounce off of him. Taking his bottle of booze? Over his dead body. He would turn a bit more slowly to make sure that he didn't get too dizzy as he spoke towards the lady in question.

"You want to keep your hands, keep 'em off mah booze. Dis mine," he spoke as he took another swig.

His addled brain was a bit of a mess right now but at least Frank's tolerances were high enough that when G3M started talking he could turn and pay attention. Noting the expression that while she was talking every time she'd turn to Frank all of the small micro expressions that gave away how much the AI did not like Frank. For most people, even droids, Frank was really good at reading them. Even drunk Frank knew how people talked, acted, or otherwise just looked when they were happy, irritated, sad or even in bliss. Kinda came with the territory for all the stupid crap he'd done and all he'd seen. However his eyes would perk up at the picture, scratching his chin as he looked at the face presented.

She looked a hell of a lot like an ex he had. Probably nothing he thought to himself.

"What are we expecting when we go pick her up? I'm assuming if she's managing money for those types of people they have eyes on her. Probably more than a couple of hired guns for protection with more people on standby in case things don't go well for 'em. Also are we walking or do we have a ride from the spaceport to there or there and back at least?" He spoke with a more inquisitive tone and facial expressions, at least what was manageable with how much liquor he had in his system. He at least stayed away from the other medications as he knew he had to be more aware and lucid for this round, though he knew how to mix his uppers and downers to make it sort of okay.

As he spoke he started doing his pre-operation ritual, checking his pistols, and then checking the shotgun he carried along with checking the magazine. This round of a job, with as high as it was paying looked to be trouble. You didn't offer the kind of money they were gonna be paying them to just be some delivery boy. They were expecting a hell of a fight, and Frank was not going to miss out on it.

 

[Aadya Volke]

Outfit & Equipment: Outfit Over Armour | Steelskin Armour | Obsidian Lightsaber | KO Sidearm | Verpine Shatter Pistol | M-8 Shotgun
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 | Frank Hamish

Aadya’s pale blue eyes almost seemingly sparkled with amusement at the drunk man as he spoke and she lifted both of her hands up in response while she wriggled her fingers. ”Oh! I quiver with feeeeear!” The wolf said with a soft chuckle and a wink. If he thought that she was being disrespectful, then that wasn’t her intention. Her intention was to lighten the mood from the serious and drunken air that seemed to hang in the air around them. It was very dreary and the woman wanted to just lighten it, at least for a little while. There was nothing like being in a tense environment and having to work in it. Oh she could do it, but the woman often found that she would come off as abrasive and crazy. However they saw her, at least she knew that she tried to remain a friendly person. Tried being the key word, as G3 was rather unmovable, it seemed when it came to fun.

All work and no play, Aadya thought as the cyborg right on cue, began to lay out the mission before them and to go over the briefing with the same stern attitude. One that the brown wolf was more than happy to try to break through. She was probably going to be a big mischief maker all throughout this mission. However, her pale blue eyes did note the details of the brief and memorised the target that they had to retrieve and bring back to the KO headquarters. As she did so, her tongue rolled the hard piece of candy around in her mouth as she thought quietly to herself while she made a mental note of her weapons and ammunition. Did she have enough? Were her current weapons appropriate for the job? Could she have brought different weapons?

For the most part the woman was satisfied, however she made one brief comment as she twirled from side to side in her chair. ”Maybe I should have brought Ducky. She would have been a bag full of fun.” Aadya said with a soft chuckle while also leaving out that the bird might have actually tried to eat everyone on the team; while also trying to eat the target. It may have presented with a little more extra trouble, but it would have been rather fun and exciting to watch. Well… She would have gotten a good laugh out of it, she doubted that her colleagues would have laughed. Flashing a smirk, the woman rose up and crossed over towards the table where the holoprojector was, only to lean forwards to place both hands upon the table. ”She doesn’t look too bad for an old bird,” The Lupine said with a chuckle and looked at G3 for a moment.

In all seriousness, she didn’t know what to expect and although she knew this was serious, she didn’t feel anxious. Only excitement. So when the pilot said that they had landed and they could go retrieve the target, Aadya chuckled. ”Alrighty! Let’s go retrieve this target,” She said as she moved towards that door that would take them to the ramp so then they could exit the ship. The woman lacked fear and often was characterised as reckless, but she saw herself as living life to the fullest. The only time that she took precautions, was when other people were involved and could potentially be at risk. So, she wasn’t about to take any risks that would put their lives in serious danger. ”Hey old man! I hope you’re sober enough to aim a weapon, it’ll be really embarrassing for you if you clip a friendly with a stray bullet.” The Lupine said over her shoulder which was followed through with a laugh.​

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

Mission: ​

Acquire and Return the VIP Safely to Naboo​

Tag:​

Aadya Volke , Frank Hamish , Domino Dubose ​

Weapons: ​

- S-66 Scorpio // L 86 - Pisces x3 // T 91 - Taurus x3 // Rotary Blaster​

Armour:​

- G3M1N1 Chassis​

Attire:​

- This ​

The crew seemed ready to go, however G3 could feel an anxiety overwhelming her circuits, largely surrounding the entity known as frank, every calculation saw his presence creating issues on the mission, be it his behavior, his insatiable need to take additional risks, the fact that he was showing a blood alcohol level high enough to tranquilize a Terentatek. It would seem, once again, that each piece of information G3 learned about Frank simply led her to loathing the creatures' existence even more. ​

However, it seemed that he had repaired his armour plating on his suit... It was a rare case of G3 having to admit that something had improved, but it seemed to be the exception that proved the rule, only seeking to infuriate the machine's calculations further. If he was capable of the kind of self reflection that saw him use the superior armour plating... why couldn't he on everything else!? In the end Gem had to put a block on her criticisms on Frank unless they were important to the mission... which was a mistake as G3 would inform her about every. single. statistic which negatively effected the mission. Gem soon corrected, staying her hands from criticizing the man at all, stalling the machines further attempts and forcing her processing power to move to somewhere more useful. ​

"We have procured transport there, I do not anticipate that acquiring the contact should be problematic at all. There is a fourteen point six tw..." Her eyes would meet with Frank again. "Twenty one point eight percent chance of complications with hostiles from the data I have collected so far. She has been informed through secure channels of our coming, so she will be expecting us and ready to move at a moments notice." ​

As they would penetrate the atmosphere of the planet and make port, G3 would prepare her weapons, ensuring that they were loaded and stowed within the compartments within her body that were available to them. Sure enough, the transport vessel would touch down, the security droids would take a defensive formation around it in the mean time while G3 would disembark the vessel, beginning to move through the crowded space port, pulling up her collar as her violet tinged synthetically silver hair would sprawl down her back. She'd look back to Aadya and Frank, the two of them were seeming to get along for now, which was excellent, the higher the camaraderie of the group the better they were likely to work as a team when Frank inevitably got them into more than they were able to handle. ​

The speeder that was waiting for them was a standard civilian Rian 327 Air speeder, enough room for the group of them, and enough speed to be able to get through the city fast enough to reach the target and get out fast enough that any target would have no idea that they were even there. However, unknown to G3, forces were already moving behind the scenes, set-ups outside the target's home would ready and waiting, men and women on the street had rigged the door with a flash-bang explosive, having already apprehended the good woman so that they may ambush any who would try and apprehend her. The first of many traps as they hid as surrounding beggars and hobos within the lower income zone of the city. ​

G3 would leap up, landing in the passenger seat of the speeder, keeping a head on a swivel at the crowd around her, scanners moving to detect weapons and finding... more than she would have liked to admit amongst the crowd. It seemed that this place was accustomed to having to deal in hostile negotiations. Not that the machine could blame them. A planet like this on the outer rim was a prime location for criminal organizations, even if the planet was occupied by the CIS, policing a world like this would almost be impossible. Especially considering the hostile climate. ​

She would await for someone to begin driving the crew to the address in the mean time, while those who lay in wait, would await the unwitting mice to trip their trap, eight hostiles ready to open fire at a moment's notice. ​

 

[Frank Hamish]

Location: The Iron Claw
Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, 2 L-7 Pistols, M-8 Shotgun, EBFAK
Objective: Herd the cats that are these cats and try to keep everyone alive
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 Aadya Volke

Frank would listen in on the relatively short brief from what he thought was the other side of G3M, that she called G3. He didn't really understand how that worked but decided to just play along since it hadn't shot him yet. He did however note that the moment it changed the probabilities after looking at him, and smiled as he made his wise remark.

"Eh, funny thing about odds eh? Only gotta beat 'em once on the job, that's why you never really worry about it. Since you know, it's better to not think about that kinda stuff,"

He also noted the lack of any response to a major piece of his question, meaning either the AI had ignored him, or didn't know. That definitely gave him a familiar feeling as he remembered how many times he'd been sent in on ops with a lot of unknowns as a marshal, which quickly turned into shootouts. He kinda had a habit of smashing or shooting his way out of situations where a little finesse and compromise might have served him better. Yet he was still here, somehow.

As they finally landed and started making their way, Frank would follow closely behind G3. Her diminutive frame would be relatively overshadowed by his large stature as he walked behind her, boots thudding on the ground as he followed behind her. A few of the local street urchins looked like the kind to be pick pockets, petty thieves or otherwise con-artists. Their attention however immediately was driven away from the motley crew as they saw the almost titan-esque form of Frank. His armor was now shining quite brightly thanks the to the addition of the original plates that were supposed to come with it. That being said, wearing it did kinda grate on him a little as it served to only remind him of a time when he wasn't some two bit wannabe officer of the law.

Gods above he still hated bounty hunters, even if he was one of them now.

When they finally got to the speeder Frank immediately hopped up and said one word as he hopped into the driver's seat.

"DIBS!" He exclaimed.

As he settled in he looked at the controls for a minute, his face changing to a puzzled look for a second as he tried deciphering them through his drunken haze. These controls were not really standard, but after everyone got into the speeder, he would start pressing buttons until one of them turned the speeder on. This was then followed by him grabbing the control stick and fiddling with a few things to "get the hang of it" before they finally took off towards the intended location.

The start of their little drive would be pretty standard fare, the other speeders moving either with or against them at similar speeds as they traversed the city above the streets. Frank however kept the speeder relatively low to the ground to keep an eye on things as they went, trying to note what side of town they were arriving on, just to gauge the level of presence the local authorities would have there, if any. When Frank finally got into the main stretch of the flight however, there were a couple "incidents". The first being a speeder pilot who cut Frank off as he was moving to make a relative lazy pass, which resulted in him pulling alongside the speeder and shouting multiple obscenities at the sentient alien. The two would argue for a few seconds before Frank managed to catch in his peripherals the approaching rear end of a stopped speeder ahead of them. Which he cursed loudly at before pulling up on the controls to avoid said speeder, honking the horn a couple of times for good measure. The other speeder instead slammed on its brakes, managing to stop while still shouting obscenities at the human and making a few very rude gestures.

"I tell you these stupid back woods hicks need to learn how to properly drive," Frank would finally mention to the rest of his cohorts.

The second incident then immediately started as Frank was trying to pass a much slower speeder, but due to its position and several other speeders around them he couldn't very well maneuver around it. Unless he went into the oncoming traffic section. He thought about this for a few seconds before shrugging and saying something unintelligible under his breath, and then swerving into that lane. What would follow was a series of maneuvers as the speeder would dip, duck, dive, dodge and otherwise weave around the oncoming craft with a few scrapes of paint and such from other craft. This caused a variety of curses and honks to be thrown their way, but Frank somehow just seemed to flow through the traffic before settling in just ahead of the original slow speeder that he was intent on passing before they were slowed again by yet another slower speeder in front of that one. Frank groaned as he hated the slower traffic, resigning himself to just drive at the common speed as they kept moving along. He would casually mention to the group as he imagined a few of them were probably sitting wondering how they were still alive, or flying for that matter.

"See? I'm a much better drunk when I'm pilot," He would manage to get out, the words a little slow as Frank's helmet kept all of those fumes from the alcohol he'd drank trapped in his helmet. He wasn't really thinking about what he was doing, just simply doing right now thanks to all of the alcohol and a few other drugs he had in his system. They would continue on their merry way until finally they reached the doorstep of their target.

It would be here that Frank would finally land their speeder as they had finally arrived. As he "gently" set it down, he proceeded to look through the various controls before deciding to press a couple of buttons that had gotten the thing started. The speeder thankfully powered down and Frank chuckled as he spoke aloud to no one in particular.

"Yet another successful flight, now to get our mark," He paused as he looked around the general area where they were at noticing that it was really quiet. And empty. Like everyone who was a local had just up and disappeared. He looked around as he reflexively grabbed one of his pistols, speaking to himself.

"Was it too much to ask for things to not go tits up the moment we showed up? I knew that phrase was gonna make this go bad," He rolled his eyes as he looked around the building. This place practically screamed trap. He rubbed where his temple would have been with the barrel of his pistol as he sighed and waited for the show to start. Mentally he counted down to himself as he waited for the ever predictable wannabe ganger to scream some heinous phrase followed by several blaster shots.

And it would happen in 3.... 2... 1....

 

[Aadya Volke]

IRONCLAD
Outfit & Equipment: Outfit Over Armour | Steelskin Armour | Obsidian Lightsaber | KO Sidearm | Verpine Shatter Pistol | M-8 Shotgun
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 | Frank Hamish

Aadya was, in a sense, bored and nothing she said or did seemed to really give rise to her companions. They were all work and no play, but she had her own problems to deal with even though she had taken the time to address the others. So when G3 began to talk about the mission and numbers, the woman simply placed ear buds into her ears as the beat began to thump through the pieces into her hearing. Music had a way of distracting her from the other half of her that laid deep within; underneath the skin. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t paying attention to anything in the slightest. Aadya could still hear the words being spoken, but her pale blue eyes could clearly see the words that were being framed upon the lips of her companions. Either way, the two were both firm in the way that they approached the situation at hand. An old cranky drunk and a serious A.I.

”Well, let's hope that the old bird is ready, because I’m sure that the moment we exit this ship, someone is going to be raising the alarm.” She said as her arms crossed over her chest. While some might think of such a stance as stand-offish, there was another reason for it. The woman could feel her skin crawl. Could feel the wolf within stir and push to be let out. In fact, Aadya hadn’t bothered to run as a wolf since the last time her and G3 had crossed paths. As unhealthy as that was, the woman just didn’t feel the need to be walking on all fours when she had weapons that were far more effective in her opinion, then fangs and claws. Weapons were great at defending oneself with.

As the team assembled and filed out, Aadya lingered if only to let them move on ahead so then she could take up the rear. She honestly didn’t exactly have any faith in the drunk to be able to cover their rear, but some people could surprise others. Although, upon this day, Aadya wasn’t really in the mood for surprises, no matter how hard she tried to maintain a light attitude. For the wolf was riding her hard and she had to focus upon the job at hand, in order to distract and avoid the complications that not shifting brought to the table. From time to time though, the woman paused to give a credit or two to the street urchins; only to follow it up with a pat on the head and a soft smile. She could remember being a street urchin herself once upon a time. The woman had a soft spot for them, even now while they were on a mission to recover an individual that was vital to the cause.

So when they got to the speeder and Frank had called dibs, Aadya had been in the process of giving a young one a piece of wrapped candy and a soft smile. The wolf stood and turned, only to shake her head. ”You’re going to kill us all.” She remarked as she entered the speeder. His driving though made her nauseous and for once in her life, she considered that it might have been better if she had shifted and ran on four paws beside the speeder. The man was as old as a dinosaur as one who clearly didn’t evolve very well when technology did. He was all thumbs and once again, she doubted the man’s capabilities. No. No. I gotta remain positive that the man can at least aim and fire. She told herself as the wolf seemingly pushed harder to break free. For once, she wasn’t worried about her killing anyone; it was the dinosaur that made her worry about her own life.

When they finally got to the destination and exited the speeder, she had to take a moment to rub a free hand at her temple. ”I’m sure they knew that we were coming, just because of your driving.” Aadya remarked as her gaze took in the quiet area while she listened for any noise that would resemble trouble.
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[G 3 M 1 N 1]

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Mission: ​

Acquire and Return the VIP Safely to Naboo​

Tag:​

Aadya Volke , Frank Hamish ​

Weapons: ​

- S-66 Scorpio // L 86 - Pisces x3 // T 91 - Taurus x3 // Diamondback​

Armour:​

- G3M1N1 Chassis​

Attire:​

- This ​

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Gem couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter within the confines of her digital world as the veritable waterfall of objections to Franks driving spewed from G3's reports, however, as her attention moved over to Aadya, Gem was confused at the lack of exhilaration that she was feeling in the heat of the moment. She could have sworn that the big pup would have been overjoyed at the wold ride the group of them took. Maybe she was a little more of a scaredy cat than she thought. She was going to give the woman hell for this later, of that there was no doubt. The race was amusing, G3 barely spoke a word along the ride, Franks' comments to the contrary when it came to numbers seemed asinine. But of course a creature like Frank would believe such nonsense. Aadya also said little on the trip, which kept G3 quieter still, other than a serious nod towards her comment on Frank being the one to get them all killed. ​

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Once they arrived however, G3 would be the first to dismount the ship, looking around, scanning for signs of life, yet finding none in her immediate vicinity. There were a couple further down the streets, but G3 didn't have the mind for abnormal silences. No people to it was no people, simple as that as they began to move towards the house in question. Gem however, noted Franks' warnings, coaxing G3 to attempt another sweep just as they reached the door of the appartment they were looking for, just as a glint of steel could be seen from a distance. G3 would find itself zooming and enhancing the image from a distance as she would see two creatures crouching behind a car, one of them wielding a high explosive device and aiming it directly at the speeder which they had just flown in on. ​

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"MOVE!" G3 would yell as the missile would come hurling in their direction. Slinging out her Diamondback pistol she would begin to open fire on the location the rocket had come from as it would, unless something prevented it, slam into the side of the speeder causing it to erupt into a massive fireball. The heatwave slamming everything in close proximity in the chest and hurling them meters away unless they were consumed by the fireball. The Thermal warhead burning everything it touched to a crisp when it ignited, some propellant mixed within it accelerated the burns around the impact zone leaving high temperature fire blazing brightly in the mean-time. Consuming any and all evidence it came into contact with. ​

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Rounds would penetrate the roaring of the fire in short bursts as G3 would take aim at the interlopers, unleashing rounds as they would duck into cover, only to be narrowly missed by another shot coming from the opposite direction! Enemies from behind the cover of other speeders were opening fire with blaster rifles hoping to eliminate the crew on the road. Gem would see one of the enemies in the distance go down with the ballistic slug penetrating his chest and exiting the other side with a sort of visceral brutality all the while the Chassis would take a blaster hit to the upper shoulder before G3 would attempt to move to some form of cover, crouching low and hoping that the others would begin to make their move. ​

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Stepping out G3 would attempt to give the group covering fire, after a reload she would flit around the corner and fan-firing on the enemy position, forcing them into the cover of another speeder with the hopes that Aadya would be able to do something about it. Frank she didn't care much for, but so long as he was there, he could put his big armoured body in the flight path of some of the bullets and hopefully make for an adequite shield in the mean time for the others. For now there was only four, three after the one G3 had shot in the chest, however it would not be long for the ones who had hidden within the alleys to either side of their position would emerge with a flank that would seek to end them all here and now. ​

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This was a sticky situation, but nothing they hadn't been in before. ​

 

[Frank Hamish]

Location: The Iron Claw
Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, 2 L-7 Pistols, M-8 Shotgun, EBFAK
Objective: Herd the cats that are these cats and try to keep everyone alive
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 Aadya Volke

Right on cue.

Frank watched G3 take pot shots at several yahoos way too far out for him to see, let alone consider shooting with his own weapon as he looked the other direction and immediately saw the first wannabe gang member poke his head out with a blaster rifle. Frank took the pistol that he'd been using to "rub" his temple area and simply levelled it in the man's direction and pulled the trigger. BOOM, BOOM, BOOMBOOMBOOM! The pistol barked out as he repeatedly pulled the trigger, trying to shoot the guy who was definitely well within shooting range. It was just that his aim was a little bit on the fuzzier side. However on the last round it would smack into the ground below the speeder before ricocheting up, and now in a tumble, would take the man's leg off as it tore through him. Ouch, oh well good enough. Frank would then pull out his second pistol as he turned around in his heavy armor and fired the last two rounds from his first gun, before taking aim with the second and shooting with it as did a quick reload on the first. He started walking over as the missile finally impacted with the speeder, the blast picking him up and hurling him through the air like a bowling ball.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH KAAAAAAAARK!"

His massive armored body would slam into the door knock it off its hinges as he landed face first just inside the door. Well, that was certainly unexpected. He just started picking himself up when someone jammed a blaster in his face and started yelling in.... what was that Huttese? Pike? Something, Frank thought to himself. As he looked up and saw the thug getting ready to slam the rifle in his head he simply pulled up one of the pistols he'd had in his hands and put the barrel against the man's pelvis.

BOOM BOOM!​

Blood and viscera would spray across the wall behind him as Frank's hand cannon would essentially tenderize, shatter, pulverize and then spray the remaining matter onto the wall behind the thug as he picked himself up. And the thug started screaming while clutching his, well nothing anymore. Frank decided to be nice and put another into him to end his suffering. He shook his head a bit to get the stars to get out of his vision from that nasty toss he'd just had. What a ride.

"Well that's one way to wake up, should probably get me a uh.... one sec where is it?"

He holstered one of his pistols as he reached around his belt looking for a small pouch aside from his regular medkit. Where was the damn thing!? He finally breathed a sigh of relief as he found what he was looking for, finding an Epinephrine auto-injector as he pressed it onto a gap between his plates and where the soft armor was the thinnest, before tapping the button. It would click-snap as the needle managed to punch through the small gap, injecting its payload and causing Frank to widen his eyes as he suddenly became quite aware of his surroundings.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO ALRIGHT LET'S PARTY!"

Just as he said that another thug came around the corner screaming some kind of obscenity, or something Frank really couldn't understand them. He did however raise the pistol he was still holding and blasted a hole in the thug's face with accuracy more befitting a former member of the CIS's Marshals. Now quite a bit more aware, he dropped the empty auto-injector and swapped his pistols for his shotgun. With a smile he'd rack the slide to chamber a fresh round and yell back at his cohorts.

"Stay behind me and watch mah back will ya?"

 

[Aadya Volke]

FOOTLOOSE
Outfit & Equipment: Outfit Over Armour | Steelskin Armour | Obsidian Lightsaber | KO Sidearm | Verpine Shatter Pistol | M-8 Shotgun
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1 | Frank Hamish

Something didn’t sit right with the woman as all of her senses were prickling with unease. Even the wolf tore at her from the inside due to the feeling and it wanted to be unleashed, to seek out whatever it was that was causing unrest to settle deep within. However, all that she did was raise her right hand and curl her digits around the butt of her KO Sidearm. Something told her that she didn’t want half measures today, especially when there was the all too important life of the informant that hinged on their endeavours to successfully recover. That was until G3 yelled move and the woman leapt away from the speeder that they had arrived on, just as another song began to play through her ear buds.

’I’ve been working, so hard.’ Her shoulder bit into the paved ground just when the missile connected with their ride. ’I’m punching my card.’ The rest of Aadya’s body soon made contact with the pavement and an explosion rattled around in their brains. ’Eight hours, for what?’ Using the momentum of the sudden movement, the Lupine controlled it into a roll and she tucked her chin to protect her neck while she rolled. ’Oh, tell me what I got.’ Quickly she rolled up into a crouch with one knee at a ninety degree angle to the ground, while the left was pressed into it. ’I gotten this feeling.’ The woman felt the heatwave from the explosion caress her bare skin, but she brought up the KO Sidearm, aimed and fired. ’The time’s just holding me down.’ If one couldn’t hit their actual target, then one could definitely take out their cover. Especially if it was a speeder.

One by one, the woman aimed for the power cells of any and all speeders in the vicinity. ’I’ll hit the ceiling.’ With each squeeze of the trigger, her rounds would find their targets. Their opponents would soon find themselves either taking the full brunt of the explosion of the speeders they were hiding behind, or ducking out and away into the line of fire that her companions were laying down. The sight of each speeder that exploded, were like mini fireworks that fired off. It was a beautiful sight to see so many small clouds of red, orange and yellow flashing so suddenly with the connectivity of the bullet to the power cell. Only for it to be closely followed by billowing clouds of smoke from the wreckage, wreckage that the quiet Lupine was leaving behind in her wake with each bullet. ’Or else I’ll tear up this town!’

Of course, she wasn’t invincible to return fire. Bullets whizzed past her head and from time to time, she herself would have to twist her body away from fire. Boots scuffed against the pavement as she ducked and weaved, but her mission was the same. To flush out the rats so then the drunken fool and the A.I could at least get the ones that had laid the trap for them. One that was clearly not expecting gunslingers like this trio to turn up and spring. In the midst of the fight, the wolf half had all but stopped riding the human half and it seemed to have settled, which only caused the woman to grin with each explosion that she caused to light up the town with. Aadya heard the drunk man’s words even with the multitude of other sounds ringing inside her ear, but that was irrelevant at this point.

Another bullet found its home in the power call of another speeder which only caused a chain reaction. Why? Because this speeder was close to a cluster and men screamed as they ran, but not fast enough as the other speeders created another blast of heatwave to rush over them. Men and women screamed alike and the wolf’s nose could smell the tell tale hints of burning flesh.

’Tonight I’m gunna cut loose, footloose!’​