Alara Ordo
Character
Location: The wilds of Roon
Sacrilege, there was no other way to describe it. Beskar'gam being pulled from the bodies of the fallen warriors and buried dead alike. Each one as unique as those who wore it. Now, as if the desecration of Mandalore wasn't enough, the honored dead couldn't even find peace in their final resting places, not while the hands of greedy pirates worked relentlessly to take what was not theirs. With the children of Mandalore scattered to the solar winds, there was no one to stand between the grave robbers the precise beskar. Good times for pirates can only last for so long, as greed can form a dangerous snare.
Sturdy, ugly and defensible. No other description could really fit the structure that sat in the middle of the large mudflats. Gunmetal gray and several stories tall, it sat on durasteel plates that rested on duracrete columns, to keep it all from sinking into the mud. Even without her macrobinoculars, Alara could see how defensible the structure was. Between the wide mudflats, the turrets and heavy cannons trained on the mudflats themselves and then the three story climb just to get to the first platform. Fun stuff. There was a silver lining though, as well armed and armored as the building was, it lacked any real forces to man everything. That and the pirates who called this place home seemed very complacent. Alara paused her binoculars on a guard fast asleep at his post. Definitely not worried about being attacked.
The roar of engines caught her attention. Lowering her binoculars, she watched as a small freighter passed overhead as it closed in on the outpost. For a week she had watched these freighters arrive at this outpost, two or three every day. She watched as the vessel sank out of sight as it landed in the structures central hangar. What was so important about this pirate outpost that would draw so many ships? One word, beskar. An entire hoard of it was being held behind those walls, all stolen from the bodies of deceased Mandalorians. Each freighter bringing in crates of it, but never taking any offworld. Exactly what they were doing with it, Alara was unsure. Normally pirates would just sell it as quickly as possible not stockpile for weeks. The way didn't really matter, what mattered was getting to that structure and getting the beskar back into Mandalorian hands.
Sacrilege, there was no other way to describe it. Beskar'gam being pulled from the bodies of the fallen warriors and buried dead alike. Each one as unique as those who wore it. Now, as if the desecration of Mandalore wasn't enough, the honored dead couldn't even find peace in their final resting places, not while the hands of greedy pirates worked relentlessly to take what was not theirs. With the children of Mandalore scattered to the solar winds, there was no one to stand between the grave robbers the precise beskar. Good times for pirates can only last for so long, as greed can form a dangerous snare.
Sturdy, ugly and defensible. No other description could really fit the structure that sat in the middle of the large mudflats. Gunmetal gray and several stories tall, it sat on durasteel plates that rested on duracrete columns, to keep it all from sinking into the mud. Even without her macrobinoculars, Alara could see how defensible the structure was. Between the wide mudflats, the turrets and heavy cannons trained on the mudflats themselves and then the three story climb just to get to the first platform. Fun stuff. There was a silver lining though, as well armed and armored as the building was, it lacked any real forces to man everything. That and the pirates who called this place home seemed very complacent. Alara paused her binoculars on a guard fast asleep at his post. Definitely not worried about being attacked.
The roar of engines caught her attention. Lowering her binoculars, she watched as a small freighter passed overhead as it closed in on the outpost. For a week she had watched these freighters arrive at this outpost, two or three every day. She watched as the vessel sank out of sight as it landed in the structures central hangar. What was so important about this pirate outpost that would draw so many ships? One word, beskar. An entire hoard of it was being held behind those walls, all stolen from the bodies of deceased Mandalorians. Each freighter bringing in crates of it, but never taking any offworld. Exactly what they were doing with it, Alara was unsure. Normally pirates would just sell it as quickly as possible not stockpile for weeks. The way didn't really matter, what mattered was getting to that structure and getting the beskar back into Mandalorian hands.
