Private Hunters in the Night

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R
​

Tag: Vaux Gred | Aloy Vizsla | Nix Avyena | Kranak Vizsla | Jiriad Galaar | Vren Rook

The Wheel.

Siv had personally visited the trade station once or twice in his career. It sat right in the middle of heavily-disputed territory, discreetly operating as the Sith Empire, Silver Jedi Order, and New Imperial Order waged war all around it. Only in the fact that the station had long ago lost any sort of strategic importance it may have had was it able to obscure itself from ongoing conflicts, operating more or less as a neutral space station in which merchants and smugglers could pick up jobs and cargo.

That sort of lawlessness, however, meant that it was often the operating base or recuperating rendezvous for some more unsavory characters. And by chance, an unsavory character that Siv had been tracking had decided to try and lie low in the wheel.

When confronted by standard Confederate Law Enforcement, the criminal gangs that knew better would flee rather than engage in a prolonged fight. Should they not retreat, they'd likely be overwhelmed by force and their operations destroyed, thus most would elect to flee from Confederacy territory, lie low for a month or two, then slip back in and return to whatever criminal activity they had. This plan was only accomplished by the fact that standard law enforcement had no jurisdiction outside the Confederacy itself -- once a criminal was gone, it was no longer in their hands.

The Karjr -- Siv -- had no such weaknesses.

The Gurista Angels may have thought that they would be safe in the Wheel. But as Siv's new CVT-48 Outlander-class Starfighter dropped from hyperspace, making a straight beeline for Dock 31 of the station, they were about to find out that their safety would not be the case. Siv had even taken the liberty of broadcasting their location on Enclave channels in case any other opportunistic Marshal would want to take a crack at a fistful more of credits. Would it be overkill? Maybe, but one could never be quite sure.

 

[Vaux Gred]

The Tal'galaar slide out of hyperspace quickly, and would run towards one of the landing bays. The red painted TwiTail would finally land, with Vaux noticing the Outlander landed there. She soon opened the cockpit and hope out as VK, her astromech, would exit the astromech socket. Vaux then saw Siv. It had been a while, so it was nice to see a familiar face.

"Su cuy'gar, boss. So, we're hunting some criminals that fled CIS space? Should be fun." She quickly checked her cartridge pistol, loading in some blaster rounds before looking back.

Siv Dragr

 

[Nix Avyena]

Tags: Siv Dragr Vaux Gred

There was a crackling sound as sparks splashed off of her chest-plate. The helmet's visor kicked in automatically, screening her eyes from the full extent of the blast, but even through the polarising filters enough light seeped through to cast black spots throughout her vision. She recoiled backward as far as she could and a jolt of pain shot up from her arm as it was recoiled into the hard surface behind her.

Nix blinked away the spots and pulled herself out from under her ship's landing gear. She inspected the burned out welding-coil for a moment before handing it off to the awaiting pit-droid, which scampered away with it through the smoky haze of the hangar. The landing gear wasn't fixed, but it would hold for now, and it would work if she needed to make a quick exit. That didn't seem a likely necessity, given the likely forces these criminals were going to be able to muster, but fixing the gear herself meant there was no risk of getting stuck on the station under fire while some hapless droid tried to repair the hydraulics.

She had arrived on The Wheel less than an hour earlier, responding to the Enclave broadcast that had been put out. The station certainly had the feel of your typical lawless outpost, and if the comms were to be believed there was a good prize here to be won by any Karjr willing to take the risk. And, Nix reflected, judging from the Outlander-class starfighter which was currently pulling through the hangar-bay's ray shields, it seemed she wasn't the only one who had answered the call.

"Mar'e," Nix whispered beneath her helmet before brushing away the metal filings from her Beskar'gam and approaching the landing fighter. As she got closer, she could make out the figures of two Mandalorians standing near the ship. "Su cuy'gar," she began. "Nix Avyena. Where do we begin?"

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Kranak Vizsla | Siv Dragr | Vaux Gred | Nix Avyena |

Enter the Marshal​

A modified Beskad class patrol ship exits hyperspace in a flash of blue and low roar of pulsating ionic engines, Immediately making it's way towards Dock 31 where the scanners were picking up a familiar transponder unit.
When the oddly shaped vessel finally landed, A small lift tube descended and opened up with a hydraulic hiss and gray vapor that obscured everything inside, Yet anyone who'd met it's owner would recognize her by voice alone;

<"Siv kriffin' Dragr"> A familiar voice laughs through the vapor, Carrying with it the distinct Rural accent of Aloy Vizsla, Alor of House Vizsla and self styled Marshal of the Confederacy.

The laughter dies down as a single clawed limb of durasteel and wiring clanks against the deck, Followed by the much softer step of her one organic leg, And the subtle jingling of the blue and white besker'gam, The distinct jingle and her red scarf giving her the look of an outer rim gunslinger as she sauntered over to the group.

<"Decided ice fishing ain't your style, Dragr? Mine neither, I'm ready to blast some fools"> She chuckles, Giving the rest a quick once over and nodding once to @vaux whom she recognized from a number of encounters by now.

<"Seriously though, Good to see you made it alright, And good to be working with you again">

 

[Kandosii Ka'rta]

Kandosii's Akaanir-class gunship soon approached Dock 31, coming to land near the other Mandos who he'd be hunting with. Until very recently, Kandosii had been a clanless drifter, traveling the galaxy and bounty hunting to make a living, even before Mandalore had been invaded by the Sith. That conquering only gave Kandosii more reason to stay away, but eventually he came to a point where scraping by to survive wasn't bearable anymore. He heard word of the Confederacy-aligned Enclave, Mandalorians who delivered justice to the darkest corners of CIS space. Now here he was, finally a part of something greater than himself. He finally had purpose.

Once his gunship had touched down, the new Karjr descended down the boarding ramp, BR-6B shatter rifle resting on his shoulder and a scoped IB-94 resting comfortably in its quickdraw holster. He hadn't been able to obtain a full set of beskar'gam yet, so he covered his body with a calf-length oilcoat over his breastplate. Like Aloy he looked the part of an Outer Rim gunslinger, albeit a substantially poorer one. He hadn't proven himself yet, so he hoped this job would be a good start.

"Now it's a party." Kandosii said with a chuckle, spoken with a noticeable Outer Rim drawl. "Su cuy'gar, vode. Not much chance for them left, is there?"

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Nix Avyena Vaux Gred Siv Dragr ​

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: The Wheel, Cantina
Local Time: 16:21
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Rest & Relaxation
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Backpack)
Tags: Siv Dragr | Vaux Gred | Nix Avyena | Aloy Vizsla | Kandosii Ka'rta

The crowded cantina reeked of tobacco and alcohol; some of the tables were still left dirty from the previous patrons. The staff was overworked. They roamed around performing their duties in a haste. One of which fulfilled Kranak’s order. He had ordered a Corellian Ale as he relaxed in the cantina. The big Mandalorian was sitting at a table by the corner, with his head resting on his left hand as he browsed his custom datapad for another bounty or a mercenary contract. There were a couple of jobs that interested him. The bounty on the remnants of The One Sith back in Coruscant, Level 808 was still on the bounty board. He could go back there and kill some sithspawns and acolytes. It would certainly be interesting. The last time he went there, he had met with a Sith Lord. Her name was Ashin Varanin, he remembered. She had chosen to not put up a fight and decided to come in quietly, but had eluded him in the sewers, disappearing into thin air after breaking free from her cuffs. But that was months ago. He wondered where she was now, and what she was doing. He still wasn’t sure why she did not fight him. That was an unusual behaviour for a Sith, he thought. He shrugged at the thought. Maybe one day he’d meet her again and ask her.

His train of thought was disturbed as he sensed somebody approaching him. Looking up from his datapad, he saw a waitress approaching him. He expressed his gratitude to the young -and overworked- waitress with a moderate tip. She smiled at him as she poured the ale into a large beer glass for him before she left with the tip. The big guy removed his helmet -like the rest of his armor at the time; it was dirty and had small to large spots of dried red blood on the faceplate- to take a large sip from the ale. The ale had a bitter -but pleasant- taste to it. The big guy liked it. Kranak would drink on rare occasions; mostly in celebrations or at times of relaxation.

He thought of what to do next as he drank his ale. He leaned against the wall behind him, raising his feet and resting them on the table. He hadn't gone hunting in a while. That would’ve been a nice change. Going to Kashyyyk would be great. He was tired of the large hive cities he ventured in the last couple of months, in pursuit of his contracts and bounties. But he felt like completing one more contract before he went. He took his feet off the table and reached for his datapad with his right hand, changing his posture. He would continue to browse for his next bounty or his next mercenary contract using his custom datapad, occasionally taking sips from his ale as he browsed the contract board.

 

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R

Tag: Vaux Gred | Aloy Vizsla | Nix Avyena | Kranak Vizsla | Jiriad Galaar | Vren Rook

The Outlander touched down, gasses hissing from exhaust vents as its landing gear deployed. The docking bay was communal, so it was a hubub of beings from all across the galaxy. Siv could only be grateful that the fighter had active security measures; he couldn't imagine that starship theft was an uncommon occurrence in such a setting.

His head turned as a familiar voice spoke behind him, and he turned to see Vaux Gred, and an astromech droid that he assumed belonged to the warrior-woman. "Su cuy'gar," he responded in the traditional Mando'a greeting, the native words sounding strange on his tongue. These days it seemed to him that he rarely spoke the Mandalorian tongue anymore; ever since he'd left Mandalore, he'd had little reason to use it. However, his days with the Enclave were slowly helping him remember the finer niceties of the language, ensuring that his Mando'a at least sounded fluent. "It's a job. At the least, it'll get us paid," he added.

Another Mandalorian walked up and introduced herself as Nix Avyena. "Siv Dragr," he replied in kind. "Looks like we'll be having more company," he said, nodding his head past them both, "so let's wait for them to get here before I explain the plan."

Aloy was the next to make her appearance, the Vizsla as theatrical and. . . exuberant as ever. Siv acknowledged her with a stare, a characteristic move on his part of the rapport and back-and-forth that they engaged in with each mission they undertook together. And he was hardly going to grace her jab with a response of his own, and rather'd hold his dignified silence. Luckily it looked like they wouldn't have to wait long, as the last Mandalorian that had messaged the broadcasted rendezvous saddled up, offering another repeat of the traditional Hello.

"Alright," Siv said now that all were gathered, placing his hands on his hips and looking slowly across the small group. "We've been contracted to eliminate the ringleader of a gang called the Gurista Angels along with whatever sort of enforcement they have. You'll be able to identify them by their symbol," he added, pulling out a small handheld holoprojector that burst to life, a blue projection beaming of a skull with two prominent horns. "Remember, there isn't any difference to the Confederacy whether they're alive or dead -- just make sure that you don't die, and we'll be fine. First point of interest we should stop at will be the Wheel's cantina; if anything else, we should be able to get information there."

He curled his fingers back, turning off the holoprojector and stowing it back away. He looked around at the group expectantly. "So, if there aren't any questions. . . let's go and earn our creds."
​

​

​

​

​

​

​

​

 

[Kandosii Ka'rta]

Kandosii took a moment to commit the Angels' symbol to memory as it was shown to them. After Siv put away the holoprojector, he took a moment to look at the other Mandalorians around him, and a sense of belonging came over him. Yeah, this is where he should be. Too much time wandering the fringes, and you forget what it's like being with your own people.

Kandosii put the battle rifle's sling around his body, letting it rest by his side. A cantina wouldn't be the best place for a weapon like that normally, but he...well, he hadn't exactly read the retailer's notice that the weapon didn't come with a scope. But at least he could use it at closer ranges, right? And besides, in a crowded cantina a blaster pistol was a safer bet, less chance of overpenetrating and injuring an innocent. "Oya, I'm ready."

 

[Vaux Gred]

Vaux looked at the others, nodding the Aloy in recognition as she smirked. Looked like whoever they were were hunting would be dead soon enough. She looked at all the others there, standing out with her flight gear as opposed to beskar'gam. She then listened carefully as VK rolled over near an out of the way terminal.

"So, we go in, crack a few skulls, and get some credits? Seems fair enough, but what if no one talks? I'm not one for... speaking sense into some di'kut (idiot)." Vaux looked between the others before eventually making her way into the Wheel. VK, meanwhile, began to access the stations cameras and information on those on the station. She would hear a whistle in her comms, as would the others, of updates from VK on anything he managed to find.