Vilaz Munin
Aliit Alor
Two Days Earlier
With the given word of the General of the Underground the many rebels affiliated with this Rebel Faction that had come today for this meeting stood up from their seats and began filling out the cantina. Some that didn't know how to maneuver a ship whether it be in combat or simply piloting it tagged along with Merrill while others did the same, but with other skilled pilots had their own personal vessel. And some went by themselves as they walked to the designated bay where they had stationed their space crafts that took them to wherever their hearts desired whether it be smuggling, adventuring, hunting, or relaxing. The Cin'ciri Talyc took the Rally Master for mostly Bounty Hunting for that had been his favorite hobby and career as there was tension between him and his targets to earn his paycheck that was the only was, besides mercenary contracts, to help him survive in the galaxy as nomad that needed credits to pay for the bartender. Of course, he owned a house on Concord Dawn within Mandalorian space, but he was always away from that particular territory in this universe as he went to find and follow his own path unless it was time to patrol the borders of the Mando'ade and enforce the laws on those who break them whether it be vod or aruetiise.
At the eighth bay of the Underground Base was a Tegaanalir Class Patrol Craft that stood out from the other crafts that it neighbored other ships belonging to the pilots that here at the Rebellion Actual with its armaments, the name, the company that manufactured the craft, its miscellaneous equipment, and many more factors that made it unique and different to the others vessels, just like how Vilaz differed from these Rebels. The familiar his escaped from the landing pad as it opened before the Mandalorian revealing the interior of the ship. The Warrior walked and the beskar boots could be heard as he walked upon the durasteel landing pad with his new scattergun from Jorus, crossbow, and WESTARs. Suddenly, a Vornskr that also resided in Vilaz's "house" greeted its master and received a pet on the head from the hands of the Rally Master were in crushgaunts. The ship became alive when the engine of the ship was started with the two living beings in cockpit. It began hovering the surface of the bay and moved onto the void of endless space as it exit out of the space station and followed the lead of Jorus and other ships that did the same. Sure enough, the coordinates were sent to him and the other Rebels participating in this operation.
"Hope I ain't in no dog fight," the Mandalorian said to himself as he began inserting the coordinates to the hyperdrive. One thing about Vilaz was that he was a tough fighter when it came to firearms and close quarters combat whether it be on the surface or boarding an unknown ship and eliminating any kind of hostiles aboard it. But the one thing he did not excel in was dogfighting in space or in the atmosphere. A pilot, yes, but a pilot trained for aerial combat, no. Didn't mean he wasn't capable at an amateur level, but he wasn't an Ace. Meaning he was putting his own life in a gamble if he was to engage with any enemy pilots. He did not inform anyone of this 'problem' he had, not even to the vode, as he wanted to maintain that tough image of himself that made him appear a Warrior of the ground and skies. Full of pride he was and that could lead him to his downfall on any day.
The familiar sudden jolt of velocity pushed Vilaz in his seat as the ship entered hyperspace through its hyperdrive. As he and the others flew through many light years due to the vessels' velocity of space there was nothing to be do now except wait.
Present Day
From hyperspace many freighters and a RebelX exited out to be greeted by colorful red nebula that was a part of the domain of the Fringe as they had, too, entered Fringe Space. Beautiful it was along with the other many features of space that made it colorful and alive, and not drab and space of nothing but darkness. However, as beautiful it may look to those looking at it, it was dangerous to anyone who dared to venture through it with a attitude of carefree would pay the consequences thanks to the Rebel General informing all Underground personnel who was here, at the moment. Thankfully, no one would have to go out on a limb and fly into it with hope of not being harmed by the nebula as Merrill had sent everyone a route to safely pass through the Flames Nebula. A sense of relief passed through the Redneck, but what he did not wanted to hear from the mouth of Jorus was the fact they were going to engage Fringe Starfighters escorting this supertransport. Now he was having second thoights of not wanting to tag along with another pilot. But he wasn't going to give in or give up, for those weren't the characteristics of a Mandalorian Warrior.
He continued to fly his vessel as he accelerated into the nebula following Merrill and the route that he had from him. Adapt he would in this type of scenario, for that was how the Mando'ade survived the centuries and eons that passed through galaxy. And everyone had that trait because of how they could adapt to their surroundings which is how a species or a group of people could survive and raise their numbers through reproduction to continue on that legacy. Merely, it was survival of the fittest.
"You best brace your ass, Dalso," he told his pet Vornskr knowing it wouldn't understand through the Basic language of the Mandalorian, bit would soon react with the roughness they were going to experience with the chances high of Vilaz engaging with hostile starfighters. No signs of fear or anxiety could be noted from Vilaz as he contained and incarcerated any fear that would come to him. Besides, it was his older brother how to be a man and that one odbthe characteristics of being a man was to be fearless. And he did follow and listen to his brother as Verne shaped some of his personality making Vilaz the man he was today. And instead of fear being spread on the Rally Master Vilaz would send fear into these fringers and that could easily be handled since one doesn't want to cross roads with a Mandalorian and intervene in his path.
[member="Alena"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
With the given word of the General of the Underground the many rebels affiliated with this Rebel Faction that had come today for this meeting stood up from their seats and began filling out the cantina. Some that didn't know how to maneuver a ship whether it be in combat or simply piloting it tagged along with Merrill while others did the same, but with other skilled pilots had their own personal vessel. And some went by themselves as they walked to the designated bay where they had stationed their space crafts that took them to wherever their hearts desired whether it be smuggling, adventuring, hunting, or relaxing. The Cin'ciri Talyc took the Rally Master for mostly Bounty Hunting for that had been his favorite hobby and career as there was tension between him and his targets to earn his paycheck that was the only was, besides mercenary contracts, to help him survive in the galaxy as nomad that needed credits to pay for the bartender. Of course, he owned a house on Concord Dawn within Mandalorian space, but he was always away from that particular territory in this universe as he went to find and follow his own path unless it was time to patrol the borders of the Mando'ade and enforce the laws on those who break them whether it be vod or aruetiise.
At the eighth bay of the Underground Base was a Tegaanalir Class Patrol Craft that stood out from the other crafts that it neighbored other ships belonging to the pilots that here at the Rebellion Actual with its armaments, the name, the company that manufactured the craft, its miscellaneous equipment, and many more factors that made it unique and different to the others vessels, just like how Vilaz differed from these Rebels. The familiar his escaped from the landing pad as it opened before the Mandalorian revealing the interior of the ship. The Warrior walked and the beskar boots could be heard as he walked upon the durasteel landing pad with his new scattergun from Jorus, crossbow, and WESTARs. Suddenly, a Vornskr that also resided in Vilaz's "house" greeted its master and received a pet on the head from the hands of the Rally Master were in crushgaunts. The ship became alive when the engine of the ship was started with the two living beings in cockpit. It began hovering the surface of the bay and moved onto the void of endless space as it exit out of the space station and followed the lead of Jorus and other ships that did the same. Sure enough, the coordinates were sent to him and the other Rebels participating in this operation.
"Hope I ain't in no dog fight," the Mandalorian said to himself as he began inserting the coordinates to the hyperdrive. One thing about Vilaz was that he was a tough fighter when it came to firearms and close quarters combat whether it be on the surface or boarding an unknown ship and eliminating any kind of hostiles aboard it. But the one thing he did not excel in was dogfighting in space or in the atmosphere. A pilot, yes, but a pilot trained for aerial combat, no. Didn't mean he wasn't capable at an amateur level, but he wasn't an Ace. Meaning he was putting his own life in a gamble if he was to engage with any enemy pilots. He did not inform anyone of this 'problem' he had, not even to the vode, as he wanted to maintain that tough image of himself that made him appear a Warrior of the ground and skies. Full of pride he was and that could lead him to his downfall on any day.
The familiar sudden jolt of velocity pushed Vilaz in his seat as the ship entered hyperspace through its hyperdrive. As he and the others flew through many light years due to the vessels' velocity of space there was nothing to be do now except wait.
Present Day
From hyperspace many freighters and a RebelX exited out to be greeted by colorful red nebula that was a part of the domain of the Fringe as they had, too, entered Fringe Space. Beautiful it was along with the other many features of space that made it colorful and alive, and not drab and space of nothing but darkness. However, as beautiful it may look to those looking at it, it was dangerous to anyone who dared to venture through it with a attitude of carefree would pay the consequences thanks to the Rebel General informing all Underground personnel who was here, at the moment. Thankfully, no one would have to go out on a limb and fly into it with hope of not being harmed by the nebula as Merrill had sent everyone a route to safely pass through the Flames Nebula. A sense of relief passed through the Redneck, but what he did not wanted to hear from the mouth of Jorus was the fact they were going to engage Fringe Starfighters escorting this supertransport. Now he was having second thoights of not wanting to tag along with another pilot. But he wasn't going to give in or give up, for those weren't the characteristics of a Mandalorian Warrior.
He continued to fly his vessel as he accelerated into the nebula following Merrill and the route that he had from him. Adapt he would in this type of scenario, for that was how the Mando'ade survived the centuries and eons that passed through galaxy. And everyone had that trait because of how they could adapt to their surroundings which is how a species or a group of people could survive and raise their numbers through reproduction to continue on that legacy. Merely, it was survival of the fittest.
"You best brace your ass, Dalso," he told his pet Vornskr knowing it wouldn't understand through the Basic language of the Mandalorian, bit would soon react with the roughness they were going to experience with the chances high of Vilaz engaging with hostile starfighters. No signs of fear or anxiety could be noted from Vilaz as he contained and incarcerated any fear that would come to him. Besides, it was his older brother how to be a man and that one odbthe characteristics of being a man was to be fearless. And he did follow and listen to his brother as Verne shaped some of his personality making Vilaz the man he was today. And instead of fear being spread on the Rally Master Vilaz would send fear into these fringers and that could easily be handled since one doesn't want to cross roads with a Mandalorian and intervene in his path.
[member="Alena"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
