Chaotic Mess
Location: Wild Space near GA space
Equipment: Armour, pistols, rifle, vibrodaggers
Ship: Milwr Bach
Tag:
Valery Noble
This was likely their most risky mission. Targeting some rich Galactic Alliance nobility was a bold move. Especially since the ship was travelling with some Jedi and a few soldiers, but that meant the loot just had to be even better.
"Right boys, this is some big shot GA member. Some guy with more wealth and power than he deserves. I think it's time we remind these types that the Wild Space ain't safe for them." Rhys called out on the comms to his crew as he grabbed his Mandalorian helmet. He knew that the Enclave would not be impressed if they heard that he was operating this way near the enemy's territory but it was better than committing piracy in the Enclave space. He figured they would be less likely to tell him off for it.
Because is robbing the enemy actually robbing?
Walking away from the cockpit, the Milwr Bach had been able to quickly and efficiently disable the noble's ship, a ship that was clearly not designed for combat unlike Rhys's. The Milwr Bach performed beautifully and she was able to dock with the noble's ship. Making sure Rhys and his crew would get the chance to break their way inside. Spotting his crew gearing up, Fyre was ensuring his bowcaster was prepped with a large cleaver sheathed to his back. The Wookiee was dangerous in close quarters as he was at range. Rhys had learnt that many times from their brawls and training sessions. The large Wookiee stood nearing 8' if not over 8' and made Rhys feel short whenever he stood too close. Hysssk was another towering figure, but only at roughly 7'2 or something, he did feel less imposing at times. Dex and Flick were more similar heights to Rhys and with body types that made him feel less self conscious.
"Dex, you got the equipment ready for hijacking the comms and keeping an all clear signal till we finish?" Rhys asked as he slid the Mandalorian helm over his handsome face.
Dex jumped, clearly on edge, "y-yeah boss. I got you covered there." The Rodian answered swiftly once he recovered.
"Good, Fyre, you cover him. If this Jedi aboard goes after Dex, better he's got you covering him than Hysssk." Rhys ordered, Fyre cheered in appreciation to be chosen over the Trandoshan for a combat reason. Hysssk was clearly not pleased but kept silent. Which was fortunate, he needed Hysssk with him as supportive fire if the Jedi decided to not play ball and let them raid the ship.
Flick picked up his two vibroswords, long blades that were sheathed and then selected his heavy rifle. Something that shot fast, hard and a lot of rounds. But the gun didn't look massive in the arms of the heavy Zeltron. Flick was Rhys's first mate and the first person he recruited after seeing the other Zeltron punch a guy to death during a deathmatch, ignoring his cuts and bolt injuries. It was like the man was immune to pain and it was impressive. Hysssk had several different guns strapped to him with a load of shields and clawed gauntlets. Hysssk loved weapons more than anything and he was dangerous with just about any weapon in his hand. Rhys was always impressed with him.
Stepping forward to the entrance of the docking area. "In out, taking everything we can. If we can get the Force Suppression cuffs on the Jedi, perfect, otherwise, keep them distracted more than engage one on one. Jedi ain't an easy group to take down. Even with Mandalorian training." Rhys mentioned, not wanting his crew killed by the Jedi. And not wanting them to try killing the Jedi. They were pirates yes, but they didn't kill if they could help it. It was the thing Rhys wanted, he loved stealing and robbing but he wasn't seeking death.
Entering the noble's ship, Rhys took his pistols out, holding them in a threatening manner as he entered the main room of the ship. "Good evening everyone, we are your pirate hosts, and I am the Dread Captain Marwol Aeth! I am here to relieve you of your wealth, for I fear it must be weighing you down!" Rhys chuckled deeply, his pheromones were a calm aura that emanated throughout the room, ensuring that those around him were not going to act out and cause an issue. Rhys wanted this mission to be smooth and still needed to figure out how the Jedi would play this.
"My associates here will be taking your fortune, please be so kind to offer all you have and we will be kind in not murdering you!" Rhys laughed deeply, encouraging the nobility to laugh at his joke with his pheromones.
Equipment: Armour, pistols, rifle, vibrodaggers
Ship: Milwr Bach
Tag:
![Valery Noble](/data/avatars/s/22/22999.jpg?1735669247)
This was likely their most risky mission. Targeting some rich Galactic Alliance nobility was a bold move. Especially since the ship was travelling with some Jedi and a few soldiers, but that meant the loot just had to be even better.
"Right boys, this is some big shot GA member. Some guy with more wealth and power than he deserves. I think it's time we remind these types that the Wild Space ain't safe for them." Rhys called out on the comms to his crew as he grabbed his Mandalorian helmet. He knew that the Enclave would not be impressed if they heard that he was operating this way near the enemy's territory but it was better than committing piracy in the Enclave space. He figured they would be less likely to tell him off for it.
Because is robbing the enemy actually robbing?
Walking away from the cockpit, the Milwr Bach had been able to quickly and efficiently disable the noble's ship, a ship that was clearly not designed for combat unlike Rhys's. The Milwr Bach performed beautifully and she was able to dock with the noble's ship. Making sure Rhys and his crew would get the chance to break their way inside. Spotting his crew gearing up, Fyre was ensuring his bowcaster was prepped with a large cleaver sheathed to his back. The Wookiee was dangerous in close quarters as he was at range. Rhys had learnt that many times from their brawls and training sessions. The large Wookiee stood nearing 8' if not over 8' and made Rhys feel short whenever he stood too close. Hysssk was another towering figure, but only at roughly 7'2 or something, he did feel less imposing at times. Dex and Flick were more similar heights to Rhys and with body types that made him feel less self conscious.
"Dex, you got the equipment ready for hijacking the comms and keeping an all clear signal till we finish?" Rhys asked as he slid the Mandalorian helm over his handsome face.
Dex jumped, clearly on edge, "y-yeah boss. I got you covered there." The Rodian answered swiftly once he recovered.
"Good, Fyre, you cover him. If this Jedi aboard goes after Dex, better he's got you covering him than Hysssk." Rhys ordered, Fyre cheered in appreciation to be chosen over the Trandoshan for a combat reason. Hysssk was clearly not pleased but kept silent. Which was fortunate, he needed Hysssk with him as supportive fire if the Jedi decided to not play ball and let them raid the ship.
Flick picked up his two vibroswords, long blades that were sheathed and then selected his heavy rifle. Something that shot fast, hard and a lot of rounds. But the gun didn't look massive in the arms of the heavy Zeltron. Flick was Rhys's first mate and the first person he recruited after seeing the other Zeltron punch a guy to death during a deathmatch, ignoring his cuts and bolt injuries. It was like the man was immune to pain and it was impressive. Hysssk had several different guns strapped to him with a load of shields and clawed gauntlets. Hysssk loved weapons more than anything and he was dangerous with just about any weapon in his hand. Rhys was always impressed with him.
Stepping forward to the entrance of the docking area. "In out, taking everything we can. If we can get the Force Suppression cuffs on the Jedi, perfect, otherwise, keep them distracted more than engage one on one. Jedi ain't an easy group to take down. Even with Mandalorian training." Rhys mentioned, not wanting his crew killed by the Jedi. And not wanting them to try killing the Jedi. They were pirates yes, but they didn't kill if they could help it. It was the thing Rhys wanted, he loved stealing and robbing but he wasn't seeking death.
Entering the noble's ship, Rhys took his pistols out, holding them in a threatening manner as he entered the main room of the ship. "Good evening everyone, we are your pirate hosts, and I am the Dread Captain Marwol Aeth! I am here to relieve you of your wealth, for I fear it must be weighing you down!" Rhys chuckled deeply, his pheromones were a calm aura that emanated throughout the room, ensuring that those around him were not going to act out and cause an issue. Rhys wanted this mission to be smooth and still needed to figure out how the Jedi would play this.
"My associates here will be taking your fortune, please be so kind to offer all you have and we will be kind in not murdering you!" Rhys laughed deeply, encouraging the nobility to laugh at his joke with his pheromones.