They would all spot another ship coming in to land. A seriously old model from the looks of it. A
beloz. Such a model is quite literally 800 years old or more, though it looks to be in pristine condition under the current owner. The landing gear detracts as the freighter come into the clearing. None of them would have met the ship's owner, as he's yet to visit the enclave itself due to other pressing matters. The ship lands without issue, and the ramp extends outwards, a few lights on the ship turning on to lighten the darkness of the surrounding jungle. No one exits the ship, but they'd hear a commotion from inside.
The sound of metal hitting metal can easily be heard echoing from within, then a long catlike hiss of surprise. "MADLAD, WHAT THE HELL?!"
The dark intimidating sounding voice also echoes from within the ship, speaking in response. "We are here, Talohn. Get your ass out of bed."
"Wait, fuck. Already?" The non droid voice says in disbelief. After that little sidetrack, a whole bunch of stuff can be heard. Metal scraping, a lightsaber turning on? A few hammers dinging, along with a metric ton of the ever familiar sound that is ammo being loaded into guns.
Finally, the two emerge from their ship. Talohn, for once, felt like the odd one out, the outcast. He had yet to earn his armor, and was hoping this is how he would pull it off. He was dressed in more basic merc gear. That being a blast vest, with an armorweave longcoat, brown pants with durasteel protection places, along with durasteel elbow and shoulderpads. it's the best protection he's got. Slung over his shoulder is a the automatic squad configuration of the
TDW H.A.R.M, along with the
E-17 blaster carbine. In a holster on his back hip is a model of shotgun known as
The Mule. Finally, he's got two pistols gunslinger style, the one on his thigh being a brand new
Kusak heavy blaster, and on the front of his belt is a
Pit Viper handcannon. He's also stored an
M-10 wolverine in his coat. The final touches are the flamethrower on his right wrist, and a mandalorian wrist shield generator on his left, and a lightsaber hanging from his belt. Overall, he's armed to the teeth despite his load looking decently light. He also looks young, a warrior's prime age really. late twenties at least, and likely at home in the jungle due to being a cathar.
Secondly, there's the droid, seemingly named
Madlad. Quite the specimen of a droid. Well built with durasteel and reminiscent of older models such as HK units or commando droids, but even more flexible and made with current tech. The droid has an
8-M slugthrower slung over it's shoulder, along with the ever scarier
M-107 Anti material rifle. Along with those two armaments, it has a Pit viper handcannon on it's thigh, the holster attached to it's belt. It also has a M-10 wolverine in a holster that is on the front of it's chest. Along with internal weaponry that might be revealed later, the droid seems to have detractable claws on it's fingertips, shock emitters on it's palms, a flamethrower on it's right wrist, and a mandalorian wrist shield on it's left. There are also holes in it's palms, for slicing jacks to exit. Overall, they're ready to go.
One Talohn stands before the rest, he chuckles nervously. "Uh, hey. Name's Talohn Atar...new recruit for clan Verd. This party open for any more?" He questions. Some of them may have heard that name, Talohn Atar, the mercenary who got some fame after facing down a sith, supposedly winning, and coming out of it to tell the tale. Whether it's true or not isn't exactly certain, but it did help his reputation, and his performance as a merc in general seems to be exceptional. While Talohn speaks, the droid does not. But it raises it's hand in greeting.
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