Hi Ho Hi Ho , Its Off To Work We Go!! [ Mandalorian Dominion of Gromas ]

[RC 212]

Location: Orbit of Gromas 16 "The Blood Moon" aboard The Rogue
Post Count: 4/20

[member="James Justice"] [member="Andras Garon"]

Fire was everywhere. Jacks buzz droids were programmed to tear into the Pirate fighters, ripping apart power conduits and shield links. Laser cannons were sawed off, hulls split and canopies shattered, exposing the pilots to a grizzly Death by flash freezing in the Void. Jack felt a pang of remorse for taking lives carelessly. They never had chance, the Clan Raxis fighter wing annihilated what was left.

There was still James on his wing too.

They came in close to the vessel, scraping by the hull as it kept blasting into the mess of fighters quickly engaging. They were underneath the point defences, running parallel to her dorsal hull. Shields arced and flashed as they scraped on one another. Jack guided them true, Dak releasing another stream of Buzz droid missiles behind them.

"Nice work, I'm coming around, next target is engines. Torpedoes and Ions on standbye."

"Roger skip."

Dak was a quick gunner, having spent many seasons fighting with him and smuggling goods to a fro. The young kid quickly flipped what switches needed to be toggled, and Jack slammed a series of pedals, flipping The Rogue nose over tail, still hugging the hull.

"Target in range in five seconds. Standbye!"

 

[James Justice]

Post: 2/20
Objective: Follow [member="Jack Raxis"] help [member="Kaeda Vevut"] and "do dis mando thing mate"
Location: the Lost Angel

"Oh ye know I got ye back, mate," James shouted as he fell in line behind his clansman. The fighting was fierce alright, but the spacer had seen way way worse. He twisted around, dodging a barrage of heavy fire and massive lasers. But of shrapnel from Jack's droids pinged off the hull, they would probably leave dents, scratches in the pain job, but the spacer was proud of those dents, darn it.

Cutting in a close line, he began unleashing a wake of proton torpedos. The accracy didn't matter at the moment, they were close enough to hit without question. A wake of explosions roared behind him as the maniacal man laughed wildly.

James was drunk, which didn't help for his love of explosives being overwhelmingly powerful.

His payload complete, the spacer doubled around, his eletromagnetic plasma cannon carving another trench in the hull

"Say uncle, uncle, say uncle!!" he shouted to the ship, as much to himself.

The spacer, while not evil, enjoyed killing pirates. They were bad people who made life for the good ones all but impossible. And in some ways, it was giving them Justice.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Orbit of Gromas 16 "The Blood Moon" aboard The Rogue
Post Count: 5/20

[member="James Justice"] [member="Andras Garon"]

The Privateer Class Frigate was beginning to come apart rapidly. As James sustained barrages ripped the hull asunder, Jack was unloading his own second wave of munitions.

"Fire!"

Dak thumbed the releases, dropping a twin pair of torpedoes right onto a critical system. The exposed life support module. Shields flared and then disappeared, sections of hull plating vaporized, and other sections were flying away. They were thousand pound plates whizzing into the void. The Privateer Class frigate began to list, rolling onto her side slightly as bodies and flash frozen moisture crystal streamed from her hull.

Behind them the fighters were still ripping apart what was left of the Pirate squadrons and making haste at it too.

"She just lost life support!"

"Nice Shooting, James Come around for another pass, let's take out her engines and get the bridge knocked out!"

As Jack was wheeling them again with the manoeuvre jets several more contacts were coming into play. A twin pair of black A-wing fighters streamed from her sides, moving in behind the pair and locking on with missiles. Jack cursed, slowing their speed, letting James pass them up.

"Get in front of me and break the lock. I'll handle the missiles!"

 

[James Justice]

Post: 4/20
Objective: Follow [member="Jack Raxis"] help [member="Kaeda Vevut"] and "do dis mando thing mate"
Location: the Lost Angel

"Aye, mate, ye got it," James twisted in front of the spacer, letting his not-so-powerful, not-so-maneuverable Angel catch the lock of the missiles. Both were fired and began to chase him.

"Fething, hell," the spacer muttered as the two arced behind him going in for another pass. James let the ball-and-socket nose-mounted rail cannon lock on one of the two A-wings, blasting it into tomorrow. Jack could more than handle the other one, James knew.

Twisting around on his head, the spacer doubled back for the debris field. Tuning, bending, twisting, he let his Force-enhanced reflexes curve through the deadly shrapnel that was the disemboweled Frigate. One of the two missiles wasn't fast enough and rammed into a flash-frozen body, vaporizing it. James spun back in a needle-threading maneuver between two hull plate chunks. Their collision found the projectile that had been hot on his tail.

"That's my baby, yes, girl," he shouted slapping the false-wood dashboard. Bits of metal bounced off his hull, "Let's blow this baby, Jack, and bring these poor sons of biths back to judgement."

 

[RC 212]

Location: Orbit of Gromas 16 "The Blood Moon" aboard The Rogue
Post Count: 5/20

[member="James Justice"] [member="Andras Garon"]

For a Pirate ship this was turning out to be very vexing. Jack thumbed another button, releasing a twin series of buzz droids missiles into the hull of the Frigate. They exploded, reams of buzz droids bounded from the hull, latching onto the fighter behind him.

The missiles were coming just close enough now, ready to pop The Rogue.

"Dak chaff flares now!"

Dak fired the flares,s ending two smoking cannisters free from her sides. They ripped the void as they exploded, showering the area behind them with razor sharp shards of metal. The missiles didn't have a good guidance system, they impacted the cloud, exploding.

Jack gunned her to full as the second A-Wing was torn apart. These Buzz droids were a good trick he'd installed. He loved them so, even though the sight of them made his stomach turn. Unloving uncalculating things made him wary.

"Got a lock on engines."

"Hit em!"

Another series of ion beams and torpedoes volleyed forth, smashing into the frail engines. Dual explosions and blue arcs of electricity marked their score. The Frigate began to chain reaction exploded along her ventral side, small pops of orange blossoming and bursting outwards. More bodies,more debris and more crystals hazed the area.

"Swinging around to the bridge now Lost Angel, moving on your wing. Lead the way!"

 

[James Justice]

Post: 5/20
Objective: help [member="Jack Raxis"] and "do dis mando thing mate"
Location: the Lost Angel

"Got it, mate, moving in," James said as Jack squared along side him.

One hand guided the yoke of the Angel as the other fished a cigarette from his pocket. Yes, he was madly insane enough and arrogant enough to smoke and light a cigarette up during a heavy fight like this one. As the smoke of the burning tobacco began to fill the cockpit, the bridge came in view. James' hands slammed across the dirty console, pounding a set of buttons memorized that would divert power from the shields to his weapons. Sure it was a risky maneuver, but he was up for it.

That was when a trio of fighters came from over the hull, sending a barrage of fire at his un-guarded Angel.

"Gods damn it," James cursed, wildly swerving.

His wing scraped on the Frigate, a laser scored the other, leaving a nasty burn and dislodging its ion cannon.

"Gods damn it, cover me," James cursed again as he unloaded his electromagnetic plasma cannon and rail gun into the bridge with all they had.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Orbit of Gromas 16 "The Blood Moon" aboard The Rogue
Post Count: 6/20

[member="James Justice"] [member="Andras Garon"]

"Roger Lost Angel, moving now!"

Jack ripped the yoke right, rolling them across the bow of the first enemy fighter. He was behind James to the right. The engines cut to half, letting them drop far behind the Lost Angel as she pounded the bridge of the Frigate. Dak opened up, depressing the triggers. The Rogue's Raptor shield cutter ripped through the shields of the fighter, tearing into the systems and frying circuits.

The pilot had lost control and began to veer off, completely helpless. Dak was going for the kill but Jack stopped him, laying a hand across the gunners yoke.

"Save it, get ready for the next shot!"

The Rogue ripped left, rolling back across the battle space, wing over wing until they were directly behind the second fighter. He got smart and tried to peel off, but was no match for Jacks speedy vessel. In a matter of moments they had caught up with him. Dak fired again, the Shieldcutter streaking white hot ion barrages across the void.

They struck, tearing apart the shields and a cluster missile raced in, exploding off her bow. The engines were slagged and the right wing was blown clear off. Debris floated back towards them as the fighter veered, barrel rolling off into orbit. They were both doomed.

"Clear, making my attack run!"

 

[James Justice]

Post: 5/20
Objective: help [member="Jack Raxis"] and "do dis mando thing mate"
Location: the Lost Angel

As Jack literally saved James' life, the spacer let himself give a releived exhale, "Thanks, mate, thanks."

Someday, James had a feeling his luck would run out and these risky maneuvers would come to haunt him. Either way, he was ready to blow this bridge to kingdom-come.

James pulled both of his reverse thrusters and his afterburners fall into floating-like attack, his two remaining weapons railing in a shattering, repeating attack. Like a humming bird drinking from the nectar of a flower, the Angel hung over the bridge's front, battering it relentlessly. Of course the emergency blast shields of thick durasteel had come down already, covering the transparasteel veiwports. And there were the reserve sheilds that took most of the beating that James dished out.

At last, with a green jolt of energy, the shields gave way, leaving the bridge ready to be bitten into tomorrow. James swerved and began high-tailing it out of the blast zone, "It's all yours, mate, take it."

 

[RC 212]

Location: Orbit of Gromas 16 "The Blood Moon" aboard The Rogue
Post Count: 7/20

[member="James Justice"] [member="Andras Garon"]

Jack was a bit jealous that James was having all the fun. As the Spacer Captain radioed in he cracked up laughing over the comms.

"No problem Ner'Vod, next time save some death and destruction for the rest of us!"

They circled back, approaching the bridge as James was pulling away. Jack pulled back the engines to a stall, leaving them hanging in place. They were angled upwards, close to hull and out of the meager point defences firing lanes. A perfect position to finish her off.

"Load remaining torpedoes, rapid fire sequence!"

"Aye skip, loading now!"

The ship rumbled as the magazines rotated quickly, automated system’s veritably stuffing the flex launchers with what little torpedoes they had left. Jack estimated about ten total. It was going to be a serious fire works display.

"Target acquired, locked and loaded."

"Let her have it kid!"

And he did, depressing his thumbs once more on the yoke. The deck rocked violently like a ship tossed upon rogue waves as the torpedoes ripped from the tubes. Ten streaks tore towards the bridge in rapid fire sequence, each exploding one after the other. They were getting pounded harder than a Beskar plate on a Kandossii Clan anvil.

Jack pulled up and away, flipping them tail over nose again to escape the ever growing inferno. The orange fireball expanded, vaporizing plates, melting others to slag. A mini-sun flared behind them, debris whizzing outwards in all directions. There was nothing left, the massive hit had weakened her so bad the Privateer Frigates structural supports wrenched and twisted.

Then they failed, and she ripped in two, each half falling at blazing speeds into orbit. Estimated ten minutes till they burned up, hit terminal velocity and were gone.

"Nice work Vode! Rogue squadron, give me sit rep!"

"Fighters clear, coming back into formation."

Jack grinned. They had fed those pirate pretty well.

"Roger that. All vessels standby to receive coordinates. We're making a microjump back to the Fleet. Refuel, rearm and meet me in the ready room when you get there. We can go over the combat footage, and get some lessons in."

Jack turned, flipping the nav computer to life as the other systems powered down to compensate for the Silkworm Hyperdrive spinning up. Within seconds the pilots had their coordinates, a mix of Jaks dead reckoning and speedy computer calculations.

"Ready for jump?"

 

[James Justice]

Post: 6/20
Objective: help [member="Jack Raxis"] and "do dis mando thing mate"
Location: the Lost Angel

James spun around when he was clear and watched the brilliant explosion. It wouldn't be a lie to say that he got a bit giddy and laughed more than a little at the massive fireball. Was he having a mid-life crisis? Probably. But the spacer was ok with that. Most men when they had theirs just dyed their hair, bought a new speeder, and a new set of clothes. Nah, James joined the Mandolorians, blew several ships into tomorrow, and enjoyed the show on the way.

He could live with that.

The co-ordinates came in and he marked them down as fast as he could, "Got it, moving in."

He looked out the viewport at the Angel's wing and sighed, rubbing the dashboard lovingly "Ah babe, you got battered, daddy will take better care of ye in the future."

A second later he was marching into the ready room, a bottle of ale in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Orbit of Gromas 16 "The Blood Moon" aboard The Fleet
Post Count: 8/20

James Justicehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9552-james-justice/

Jack landed The Rogue in the hangar with ease. She was sporting several spots, but nothing a fine polish couldn't take off. As he exited he nodded to the Deck chiefs. Capable engineers from Clan Kandossii, and good at what they did.

"Suc'cuy ner Vod. How goes it?"

"Good, I'ma need a refit and rearm on the old war wagon here. She's out of munitions and fuel cells are probably depleted."

The other Mando laughed, giving him a nod and they shook hands.

"We got you Aliit'Buir Raxis, go do your thing."

Jack was inside the ready room within minutes, having grabbed a cup of stimcaf and removed his helmet. Most of the pilots were there, all seated in neat rows while he watched as James lit up another smoke. Between the man's drinking and smoking, he was gonna be a dead man pretty darn soon. Jack only laughed, before hitting the lights. He slid a disc into the holoprojector and let the footage of the battle unfold.

They watched the manuevers, and the attack. All of it, then he hit pause, pointing to the vessel.

"You guys did great out there. Good manuevers, great firing solutions. I wanna bring your eyes in on this though. James and I got ambushed by another squadron on the way in. Not good but not bad."

He paused taking a sip of stim caf.

"In the future we're gonna assign two fighters to roving patrol along the edge of the battlespace. An extra set of eyes and ears to swoop in if trouble tries to flank us. Write it down, it's operating procedure."

Jack took a seat in the corner, Naval Aliit'Gam clanking as he sat.

"Cap'n Justic, anyhting for the Vod?"

 

[James Justice]

Post: 7/20
Objective: help [member="Jack Raxis"] and smoke, drink..... revel in victory
Location: the Fleet

James watched the film reels, wondering most of the time how the cameras got up in the first place---and how they didn't get shot down. He guessed it was a Mandalorian thing. He was good with that though.

From the back of the room he took a swig of his bottle of ale, chugging a few mouthfuls.

Cap'n Justice anything for the Vod?

James jumped slightly, feeling his alcohol jump up and burn his nostrils. Two golden streams of the fluid went down his face, James was glad it was too dark to be seen. He cleared his face with the back of his hand, buying a bit of time to process the question.

"Aye," he said with a playful tone, "Bring ye wives and daughters next time to celebrate afterward."

There was a general laugh. Laughs were good, especially after combat.

Then the spacer's face went serious, "Ye did good out there, vod. Some of ye, a lil green behind the ears but, good nonetheless. I want ye to remember a thing," he reeled back to the part where he had fought the fighters, caging them in with his fire, then blasting them in his wake. He paused the shot on the explosion.

"Someone tell me what I did wrong," he said.

There was silence. He waited.


"Sir, with all due respect, you didn't wait for back up," said a young pilot.

James nodded and pointed at him, "Ten hoes to the kid with the getssii to call me on me osik. I shoulda waited. Dun't be a hero. Dun't go charging in like that. I got lucky, I made a gamble. Dun't ever gamble like me. It ain't ye mommas and ye daddies cryin' and burryin' ye body over it."

He swallowed, to let the gravity of the situation sink in before continuing, "Ye did good work out there. Ye should be darn proud."

 

[Marius]

Location: Gromas 16
Objective: Assist Kaeda Vevut in tracking down the thieves of phrik.
Post Count: [1/20]
Gear: A simple old vibrosword, a sharpened dagger, an old blaster pistol.




Marius was still quite a fresh blood in the ranks of the Mandalorians yet he liked their similiarity with his own culture. What he disliked about the whole deal was that unlike his kin - the Teresmen, Mandalorians were obsessed with technology. The Teresman was still getting used to the heavy dependancy on gear and equipment, being comissioned a generic Mandalorian armor made of alum and durasteel, he looked as new as he could get amongst the Mandaorians. The reason of his poor equipment currently was that he was still being taught quirks about Mandalorian forging, although being a good smith himself, forging equipment out of Beskar was a whole new set of knowledge that Marius had to learn.

The 'barbarian', as people often labelled him and his kin due to their primitive way, looked uncomfortable in his armor but stood perfectly still while standing guard around the spaceship that had just landed next to the entrance of a mine. A woman, judging by her armor structure, left hurriedly towards the mouth of the mine, followed by a man. The two Mandalorians suddenly stopped as the woman's body language seemed to express distress. Naturally, Marius' senses heightened for any possible threat.

When he saw the pair moving towards a certain direction, Marius received a transmission on his integrated comlink within his helm.

"Join Kaeda Vevut in her search for thieves." The order was simple and precise, by a rally master he had seen only twice. Maybe Marius finally had the chance to get some action while wearing this Mandalorian armor.

With a few long strides towards the woman Marius noticed earlier, which his visor recognized as Kaeda Vevut, the Teresman spoke through his helmet's mic towards the pair.

"Hello. I come to aid you." Marius spoke with a very robust accent. One could immediately realize Basic was not his native tongue. The Teresman did not even bother to speak Mandalorian, he still only barely could make a few logical sentences with it. "Kaeda Vevut?" The man asked just to be sure this piece of technology was actually working right. He also nodded to the Mandalorian following her.

You can never trust technology.

--

[member="Kaeda Vevut"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Post: 1/20

The Mando'ade.... He hadn't worked or been amongst his people in ages it felt like. The knowledge of his parentage had sent him off the edge a bit, which was silly at his age. Running from things he couldn't escape or defeat, and had only the option to confront and weather. So he had heard of their missions to Gromas, and showed to see what he could do for his vode in their efforts. Not quite ready to fight or be out about himself, due to his rather hasty departure, he was wearing a battered set of durasteel 'gam with non-descript markings and paint job, battered beyond belief. But he directed crews from the Gotal'veman facilities to begin unloading equipment.

Since he wasn't ready to begin to the active life with the Clans yet, he would do something to benefit his vode by his armory - he would begin to set up minor phrik mines, sizable to his needs... Which at this point wasn't terribly large, given he had so many other alternatives. But phrik was impressively light and amazingly durable, and provided excellent companion or utter alternative to the armor made of beskar that the clans favored. Mining droids began to roll from Jo'henry vessels, overseers trundling out and over the land to indicated points from the overseers and engineers of the company.

Ground was broken from the start, by hand and by machine, and done slow and smart, some in the sides of hills and others straight down into the ground. There was a large deposit of phrik near here, and he was angling to establish ingress pathways to it first, and then develop staging areas and dens around it for processing and shifting and shipping or the ore to the surface. Once the chambers were hollowed, he had every intent to lay repulsor tracks to aid the carts and bins for shlepping the ore up to the surface for smelting, basic processing, and then crating. From this one site, the Phrikite ore would be sent out in crude ingots, ready to forge.

Of course, with any customized alloys, this operation might need to adjust.

 

[Kaeda Vevut]

Location: Gromas 16
Objective: Secure phrik shipment from thieves
Post Count: [3/20]
Gear: BA-834 Browncoat Crossbow, 2 Czerka Fighting Knives, Durasteel Sword, 10 Durasteel throwing knives, Energy Bow, The Force

" So Kaeda, you are looking good. You going to lure these thieves out with how sexy you are? I think you have a good chance of it working, a really good chance." He winked under his helmet, which she was sure not to see. He added after, " I've got your back sister, so lets find these thieves."

Kaeda paused in her tracking, sliding a bit in the sand as she stopped suddenly. The tracks were deep enough that she didn't worry about losing the spoor because of it. She took a slow blink, along with a deep breath as she turned to her clan mate. Her lips were turned up in a smirk, but in her eyes was a dangerous look that twisted the smirk into something sinister. When she spoke, it was with a light growl from the back of her throat.

"Gray." She took another deep breath as she held his eyes. Any further words were forestalled by the coming of another Vod, one she'd never seen, but who had her name ready upon his lips.

"Hello. I come to aid you." Marius spoke with a very robust accent. One could immediately realize Basic was not his native tongue. The Teresman did not even bother to speak Mandalorian, he still only barely could make a few logical sentences with it. "Kaeda Vevut?"

Kaeda took another heartbeat of staring down Gray, her finger pointing warningly at his chest before she turned to the newcomer. The primal energy within her was still present in her eyes, giving her visage a dangerous edge to it.

"I am Kaeda Vevut. Are you here to help catch our thieves?" She'd heard that someone would be coming to help them track down the thieves. Thanks to other Raxis elements in the system, Kaeda knew that there would be no escaping the planet unnoticed by them, so taking a minute for introductions wouldn't hurt them.

[member="gray raxis"] [member="marius"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

Objective:Mine Phrik/Fight Pirates
Phrikite Mines
[member="Anita Willamina"]

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...hah, Anika made him chuckle beneath the cover of his helm after he'd heard her comment. Aiming, Garrus would squeeze the trigger of his blaster rifle and send another burst of fire down range towards a group of pirates. Another target fell shortly thereafter and the thermal image his body produced dimmed slight signifying his death. Moving forward Garrus shoulder jerked backwards briefly as return fire caught him across one of the plates of his beskar'gam sending a small shockwave through him. The Armor would absorb the majority of the damage, the armorweave underlay would minimize the rest but the Warrior would still sport a bruise underneath it all. Frowning beneath his helm he came over his comms..."These guys are really starting to piss me off."...his tone seemed to indicate that Garrus was done fooling around...

...the Blaster Rifle lowered, Garrus raised his arm and took aim again but this time when he fired it was the Micro Grenade Launcher that activated. Lobbing a miniaturized grenade down the tunnel of the phrikite mine Garrus would turn his head to look back and position his body so that he could steel himself against any blow back. Despite being a miniaturized version the micro grenade still packed a punch. Detonating shortly after it had landed in the blast zone a loud explosion would rip through the mine sending debris, especially dust down the shaft where it would obstruct the vision of anyone unprepared. Thankfully the thermal vision Garrus helm provided him with meant that the dust was not an inconvenience. Several pirates who'd been close to the blast radius of the grenade were thrown by the concussion force of the explosion, others were caught by different kinds of debris...

..."I think that means I'm up again."...Garrus enjoyed ribbing Anita a bit, he had to get his licks in now seeing as how she was at least twice his size. Nothing wrong with that though, they made it work. The Blaster Rifle raised again and Garrus began firing more, wild fire ripped past the Mandalorian as he continued his steady advance on the opposing lines which by now had started to break in earnest...​

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[12/20]

 

[Marius]

Location: Gromas 16
Objective: Assist Kaeda Vevut in tracking down the thieves of phrik.
Post Count: [2/20]
Gear: A simple old vibrosword, a sharpened dagger, an old blaster pistol.

--

The pair of Mandalorians that Marius approached seemed to him as if they knew each other, not recently acquinted. The Teresman could not be sure nor did that information matter at all. He barely heard 'Gray', possibly the nickname or name of the other Mandalorian next to Kaeda. Of course, Marius could not be sure because the man was still trying to build some trust to metal can - helmet - that his head was in. He had been a few months in the ranks of the Mandalorians, bearing the rank of Initiate and as such the equipment issued to him was the most generic and low-class possible, until he learned to forge himself his own equipment. That was part of the Resol'nare, it reminded him of his kin's Way of Teres.

"I am Kaeda Vevut. Are you here to help catch our thieves?"

To that question, the tall man nodded and an awkward silent passed before he could find a word in Basic to confirm.

"Indeed." He simply said, totally unhindered by the awkward silence that had occured beforehand. Teresmen were not known of possesing any typical social skills as others had. Marius could not even grasp what an awkward silence is, as well.

He looked at both Kaeda and the man who was possibly named Gray, and noted the equipment the female Mandalorian carried. His visor going up and down as he examined her which was by any means a gaze that lacked any sort of manners. Again, manners was something not very familiar to Teresmen.

"You are warrior." Marius said plainly to Kaeda, seeing that she utilized weapons that were rarely utilized by sentients across the galaxy as far as Marius had noticed. She reminded him of the kin he had lost. But now he had new kin, one that required of him to abide by the Mandalorian culture but still allowed and did not judge him for retaining his culture by blood. "A warrior." Marius corrected his grammar, his tone still plain as always. "Let's go find the thieves."


--

[member="Kaeda Vevut"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Gromas 16
Objective: Secure Phrik shipment from thieves
Post: 2/20

Gray just kept smiling at Kaeda as she gave him that stare down. He knew she was threatening him, but that was nothing new for him. He got threatened by someone all the time. Pirates, slavers, criminals, random women in bars. He just had to keep smiling and hopefully she didn't stab him along the way.

Gray turned to the new arrival and nodded back to the man. He seemed to be a little unfamiliar with basic and had an accent to the few lines he spoke. He looked like a decent hand though from the way he carried himself, so Gray just smiled at him. He said to the man, " Hello there. What's your name?" He then turned his attention to Kaeda and said, " I think someone likes you, and can't really blame him. You are looking really good in that armor." He winked at her under his helmet again.

[member="Marius"] [member="Kaeda Vevut"]

 

[Kaeda Vevut]

Location: Gromas 16
Objective: Secure phrik shipment from thieves
Post Count: [4/20]
Gear: BA-834 Browncoat Crossbow, 2 Czerka Fighting Knives, Durasteel Sword, 10 Durasteel throwing knives, Energy Bow, The Force

Daggers. Gray's words were met by daggers from Kaeda's eyes. Wordlessly, she turned and let Gray and the new Vod (Marius) introduce themselves and become brotato chips or whatever. She returned to following the tracks on the ground.

It wasn't much longer that they had to go, the thieves camp was just over a ridge. Upon climbing to near the ridge, they heard voices coming from the other side. These voices were in various stages of panic, talking about fighter craft and ships blocking their pickup from making landfall. They had a slow, cumbersome dropship, but nothing that would survive combat with the force that was interdicting the planet currently.

Kaeda turned to the men and motioned for silence. Then she belly crawled up to the ridgeline and peered over. She saw fifteen men around an old dropship. The beskar ingots were probably in the crates that were stored in the cargo bay, visible due to the ramp being down. The fifteen were not spread out, but were instead clustered around the ramp listening to a comm device. Kaeda couldn't exactly hear what the device was telling them, but she could tell from the reactions that it wasn't good.

She slid back down her side of the slope and motioned for the men to come closer.

"You two stay by this ridge, give me two minutes, I'm going to flank them from the south." She spoke in a low voice that wouldn't be heard over the ridge. "When the two minutes are up, attack. I will do the same, and we should be able to take most of them down without much trouble." She grinned dangerously. "Then it'll just be cleanup."

She didn't wait for the men folks assent, she turned to the south and began to work her way around the landing area. She worked mostly for stealth, but wanted to be in position before the two minutes were up. As she moved, she checked her crossbow, saw that it was loaded with a bang bolt and nodded to herself. That should stir up some confusion.

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Marius"]

 

[Allison Willamina]

Allison was moving and had cleared the mine coming up top as she stood there and looked at the displays of her armor. The upgrades to the suit had been holding up and the upgrades to the rifle were there as she unleashed a blast of heated plasma from the projector into a pirates face. With mor eof her attention going to the transport they had while she rushed it leaping up into the air and slamming a fist through the hull of the ship before she pulled it down with the massive weight of her armor and size twisting to throw it against the ground spilling out with the crates that had phrik and other metals and ores in them. The massive mandalorian was towering over the others before she stomped on the chest of one with a grin on her face. "Fun times, my area is clear."