First Reply Munitions And Strength

[Rakkon Yomaget]

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Hod Yomaget positioned himself on the corroded balcony of a decrepit Sith manufacturing facility situated on the Neo-Crusader Planet of Phaseera. The wind howled around the largely deserted edifice, which was adorned with various Sith insignias. Above, thick, acrid smoke ascended into the atmosphere, while below, a scene of frenetic activity unfolded, marked by a sense of urgency and desperation.

Once a stronghold of dark influence, Phaseera now was a growing munitions hub for the Mandalorian Crusade in their fight against the galaxy's superpowers namely the Galactic Alliance who stood as a beacon of hope and freedom for so many member-worlds although the defeat by the Dark Empire and the Sith Order were likely still deeply imbedded within the hearts of its citizens.

The Mandalorian Supplymaster tightened the straps of his armor, which was a composite of beksar plating and venerable crusader textiles, shimmering in contrast to the decaying structures of Sith power and influence.

He observed the Crusade's forces executing their tasks with remarkable precision as they transported crates filled with munitions, detonators, thermal grenades, and blaster packs further into the facility, where these supplies would be allocated for distribution throughout the galaxy.

Even here, far from the watchful eyes of the Jedi, he felt the strain of looming threats all around him. The shipment he'd managed to acquire would not only enhance his troops' capabilities but would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention.

"More crates on the left!" Yomaget barked, his voice amplified through his helmet's comm-link as he surveyed the scene before the sound of low rumbles caught his attention.

The large transports slowly descended down onto the many awaiting landing platforms as reinforcements had arrived along with stolen supplies from the Trade Federation of Planets vehicle depo on Skako. These supplies included several TF-300 Heavy Repulsortanks and a single TF-144 Terrain Transport which would greatly bolster the fighting strength of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

"What the frell was that?"

Dagos had to yell to even hear himself over the screaming klaxon in the cockpit.

No fething response.

"Ah frak!" Dagos singed his fingers as he worked furiously connecting and reconnecting wires in the torn-apart console of his ship.

Well…Joran's ship but Dag was the one piloting, no, captaining her. She was a YT-2000 from antiquity, named The Old Girl and she had been gifted to Dagos employer Joran Del-Finn by legendary Jedi Master Caltain Vanagor, the very same Caltain Vanagor that had once called Dagos Padawan.

The alarm did not cease.

"Hello! Update, now!" Dagos yelled again.

A pit droid entered the cockpit from the rear of the ship. This was the one Joran named Bang. Dagos could tell from the crescent-shaped dent on its head. The droid beeped and booped. The young Korunai pilot listened intently, struggling to hear over the still ringing alarm, and struggling with his limited understanding of droid speech.

"Slower. Simpler." Dagos told the droid who beeped and bapped some more.

"Chit,"

So, the hyperdrive was leaking coolant…maybe? Dagos still wasn't great at understanding the droids, main thrusters were also shot, apparently, and…

"Wait, what? That's broken too? What the frell isn't busted on this hunk of junk?" Dagos asked himself more than anyone else though that didn't stop the droid from helpfully pointing out that the lights were still on and life support appeared to be in order. Dagos swore some more and smacked the console display a few times but that didn't make anything appear.

"I need this fething display fixed," Dagos complained. "I don't even know where the frell we are."

The ship had been traveling back to Naboo which Dagos had been calling home for the last while when it had been suddenly and unexpectedly ripped from hyperspace with half its systems to chit but the Force blessed luck not to have come out in an asteroid field or the center of a star or any other number of cosmic calamity.

A new set of droid beeps distinct from Clang, wait no, Bang. The alarm was gone and his display was back.
"BD, that was totally wizard!" Dagos practically cheered. Emerging triumphantly from beneath the console was a black and gold BD droid, BD-NRG, who had been Dagos' companion and friend ever since the little droid saved Dag from painful death and probable consumption at the jaws and claws of a Brynadul monster during a rescue mission on an asteroid back when he was still a Jedi. Dagos didn't have the trouble understanding BD like he did the pit droids, there must be some difference in dialect or something.

"Nearest planet is…Phaseera. Huh, never heard of it. What about you?" he asked the droids who both chirped in the negative. Dagos sent Bang back to join the other pit droid Clang to get back to repairs. The little BD droid alerted the young smuggle to the energy readings coming from the world.

"Think they're friendly?" Dagos asked BD-NRG who seemed dubious of the prospect. "Let's have a look,"

Dag took the safety off his blaster, a wide grin spread across his face, he, the droids, and The Old Girl made their way down to land in the jungle.

Rakkon Yomaget