Playing in the Sand (Mandalorian Dominion of Aargonar)

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Command Bridge
Objectives: Finish up, and proceed to suit up and get ready

Finished with the review of the schematics, Catherine glanced up and felt the gaze of a young man ([member="James Rorke"]) two tables away. She gave him a jovial smile, as she did a small stretch of her muscles. Taking a final sip of her Stimcaf, she left the mug down on the table. It was almost time, she needed to get ready. She made her way past his table, glancing at him before heading to the lockers to retrieve and change into her beskar'gam.


Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Hangar Bay
Objectives: Meet-up with the rest

Fully suited and ready, helmet under arm, she proceeded to the hangar bay of the Ash'amur. As she entered the hangar, she was treated to a bustling scene. The busy hangar alive with activity, as technicians, pilots and warriors got ready for the third & fourth wave. There, she walked leisurely to her allocated transport, waiting patiently for the rest of the ship's passengers to arrive before they could leave.

(Anyone who wants to join in in the transport alongside me is free to do so.)

 

[Primordus]

Miles put his knife back into his holder on his thigh, and got up off the wall. With the girl leaving and everyone getting ready in the hangar bay, Miles decided it was time for him and his son to get ready to descend onto the planet. Miles walked towards the door when he called out for his son. "You coming boy?" Then he left and went down into the hallway, noticing more of the young grunts getting ready as well as the experienced ones. He went into the change room and put on his own beskar'gam, he chuckled to himself when he realized his son didn't have one yet. He headed down and went to his own personal transport and lay down in it taking a small nap.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Halik had one goal in mind on the planet of Aargonar. It is because of it that he moved so quickly as he foresaw that many others would desire a similar goal fulfilled. Others could achieve it of course. Many of his prey existed but he intended to be the first find one. More importantly the first to slay one of the dragons. Far too many would be occupied with the installations being set up. As Halik sped over the land on his speeder he could nothelp but muse on their wasted effort. He could see dots in the sky which marked the ships hanging in the sky not yet descended.

Halik stopped his speeder near a massive pit which had many spiked teeth coming out of it. Many of his fellow warriors were around similar such pits trying to take down a sarlaac. Except the key difference was that they were likely engaged in combat with the beasts. The sarlaac stood around was dead but only just. When in orbit he had been doing scans looking for sarlaacs which died while they waited to land. This had been one of them. It was exceptionally large. As he stood there he wondered if it had just died of old age. Yet he needed to investigate. So he began walking down the side of the pit approaching the maw of the creature to climb into it.

 

[James Rorke]

Location:


James watched as the girl left, slightly checking her out, but then his father grabbed his attention. "Coming Sir." He looked down at his tea and disappointing had to quickly chug his drink, lessening the taste of his drink. He went down the stairs and stepped into a puddle of stimcaf, some moron must've spilt their cup. James went to put on his battlesuit, which was more suited to stealth missions. He was a bit disappointed that the Beskar'gam his father was making him still wasn't ready, but he wouldn't rush his father. He went down into the hangar bay and looked around, examining all the transports and people getting ready as they were descending into the planet. He noticed the girl that he saw earlier on the bridge, so he went over to introduce himself. "Hey there."

[member="Catherine Maxwell"]

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Hangar Bay
Objective: Still waiting on others (anyone is free to join if they so wish)

[member="James Rorke"]

Catherine was playing around with her datapad, waiting around for the shuttle to fill when she heard a voice from behind. Turning around, she saw the young man from the bridge earlier. She gave him a sheepish smile as he greeted her with a "Hey there." She responded in kind, "Why, hello there, you're that guy from the bridge earlier, aren't you?" "Will you be taking this ship down the surface as well?" She gestured to the transport shuttle docked next to them, fueling and getting ready for the next descent.

 

[James Rorke]

Location: Hangar Bay
Objective: Waiting for orders to begin descent.

The girl obviously had not seen him come up to her as she was a bit surprised by seeing him. "Looks like it." The ship was still being filled up with gas, so they could have a conversation. He quickly checked her out, she was a few inches smaller than him and she had an actual bekar'gam. "So do you belong to any of the major clans of Mandalore or are you a first generation member?" He scratched the back of his head casually thinking of conversation topics.

[member="Catherine Maxwell"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kalizka"]

Beneath the mask, Ember's eyebrows rose. He unclipped his belt canteen and passed it to the... Neti? Ho'din? He wasn't current on animate sentient plants. "You're the first person who's ever recognized that about my armor. You must be well-traveled and then some." He gestured off across the dunes, past @Ginnie Verd. "Out the way that Verd kid's dancing, about twenty klicks, is the scar I'm bound for. I was about to hop back in my speeder; I've got room, and I wouldn't mind some advice on how to heal this place."

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Ash'amur Class Dreadnaught: Hangar Bay, then to the surface of Aargonar Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]

Was this the first time she had seen his face, even through the T of the visor she could see he was worn, was it the battle or was it life that had given him the lines beside his eyes, the small creases on his brow.

Battle was a way of life for a mandalorian not a time went by when they were not somewhere stretching out their hand against someone.

The Galaxy looked upon the mandalorians with a hint of fear and respect. Fear that one day their warriors would step upon a world not ready to deal with them, and respect in knowing their warriors were skilled, their family ties strong, and their loyalty to one another unquestioned.

Arla looked at Naimes again as he greeted her, she wondered once again was she being watched and was Naimes just another identifier for babysitter. This would mean there was still question on her abilities. She could hear Naimes talking, as she was lost a little in her own thoughts nodding hopefully she was not agreeing to anything that would be against better judgment later.

A good time, it would certainly be interesting to see what a man of Naimes age considered a good time. She smiled again, entertaining herself with bits of silly thought.

Arla often felt like the Tin Man from the ancient holo series she had watched, wondering if her armor creaked as she walked, she knew it wouldn't rust but it could creak.

Patrol, to watch, and alert should anything rear its head and make trouble for them. Arla at this time walked beside Naimes as they moved toward the Transport that would take them to the surface, as they got closer she moved slightly ahead of him to lead them in.

She reviewed the information they had been provided about the planet, she had never heard of this place and was unaware of the dragons that roamed beneath the surface, would they see one today?

Up the ramp into the transport Arla walked inside she found a seat where she could look around and count off should there be others that joined them. She looked at the terrain holo feed it looked like home, it looked like Tatooine and for a moment she felt a twinge of homesickness.

Rock arches, caves, stones spires that aimed for the sky she made note of Vondar Canyon and then an interesting tidbit about Gouka dragons, so unlike the krayts of home. These were attracted to the noise of engines so it would be best that the transport make haste in dropping them off, she would not want her very first battle to be with a beast that could actually eat a sarlacc. But what would that be like, could they do it? Could they bring down such a creature?

The engines warmed, and then increased in speed the door was closing and then they were sealed inside heading towards the next battle ground. They entered the atmosphere with ease until they broke through the temporary shaking of the transport caused no one any alarm, it was not the first time for many of them, and it would not be the last time. Arla paid it no mind she had grown accustomed to the sounds of the transports. Silence for a few moments preparing.

Arla double checked again, rifle, pistol, knife, grenades. She brought the adhesive ones again, and two of the fragmentation grenades. Just in case.

Arla could feel the turn of the transport, the slowing down of the engines, but then there was no landing as the door opened, they were hovering Arla got up and went to the door looking out she could see nothing, "pilot, set us down"

"Rally master a dragon was seen in this area a time ago reacting to another transport it was suggested to have your team jump"

Arla looked out again what was it about four feet, ok, she could do that, "Naimes, time to go Vod see you on the ground" Arla without hesitation jumped and hit the igniter on her jet pack easing her to the surface in the blinding sand of the transport induced storm. She moved forward scanning the area detecting nothing. She knew the path they were to take, she waited for Naimes to join her.

 

[Rena Kryze]

Location: Ash'amur, Totally Lost
Objective: Not even mad, bro

Sometimes you just had to be totally lost to be totally in tune with what was happening. Enter the new kid, the total scrub, who had never been on a ship like this before. How could you expect her to be? The new kid, ladies and gentlemen. Gotta screw up sometime.

Turns out the first time she was being showcased to the galaxy, the Universal Controlling Power decided to be a dick and laugh at her expense. Poor little Rena.

So there was Rena, wandering the halls of the Ash'amur, trying to find her way somewhere, to people - whether she ended up at the command deck, in the hangar, whatever. This thing was pretty big. Maybe someone would be nice enough to help her out and point her in the direction of a decent conversation or the way to the thing that needed killing. Right now, they let the Initiate wander the ship, which was never a great idea.

Cue "oh my god are you stupid". Have fun, universe.

 

[Hidia]

Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Hangar Bay
Objectives: Enter the shuttle

Hidia walked into the hanger bay of the ship, deep in thought. She had joined not long ago, come from the One Sith. She had not been there long when her master had vanished one day after a training session. For a while, she had drifted, returning to her recluse ways. Then another man had picked her up for training. But she had grown dissatisfied with the Sith. She had little to nothing in common with them, she did not agree with their ideals, whatever they were, she never could figure that out. As it turned out, her master had agreed with her. He had told her of the Mandalorions and their ways. Together, they had left the One Sith and joined with the Mandalorions.

Now she was here, on a world who's name she had had forgotten already. Not that it was that important to her. She had been told they were making some sort of base here. She was here to assist with that. How, she was not sure, but she was sure that someone else would give her the instructions. She walked into the shuttle, lightsaber visible on her hip as she nodded to the rest of the people inside and sat in the back of the shuttle alone.

[member="James Rorke"]
[member="Catherine Maxwell"]

 

[Drake Itera]

Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Hangar Bay
Objective: Link up with other mandalorians

Having woke up only a couple of minutes ago Drake Itera was almost running into the hangar bay as the blast doors opened infront of him slowly, causing him to stop for a mere second or else face the risk of running straight into it. His helmet bobbled slightly as he ran causing him to reach up and begin to readjust it. Drake was well aware he had rushed to get ready, it had been a long time since he'd actually served on a ship.

Usually he was more organised than this as he finished sealing up his suit and looked around for his unit, he'd only recently been accepted into the mandalorians and despite being a bounty hunter for almost ten years it hadn't prepared him for being part of a military unit. The whole experience felt completely different as he wandered aimlessly trying to work out who exactly he was to find.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Location: Aargonar surface
Allies: Mandalorians; [member="Arla Balor"]

​

...the lines beside his eyes betrayed the amount of experience that Naimes had. He'd literally forgotten more than some of the youth could remember though this hardly seemed to bother him. There had been a time when the Soldier was fraught with worry over many different things but those days had passed and now he was assured of his place, he knew his purpose, when the time came for to act and, possibly, to die he would not hesitate because he knew that he had lived a full life. Onboard the transport Naimes remained quiet while he changed into his armor allowing Arla the time she needed to study the area they were tasked with patrolling...

...the Beskar'gam fit over him securely, as the transport slowed he finished donning the amor, ensuring that he looked the part of a warrior. Outfitted with a jet pack as well Naimes would ensure everything was in operational order while he had time....

...the Transport slowed soon after, the engines burning quietly to steady the ship in place, a side door opened to reveal the outside world of vast deserts and a blazing hot sun that burned brightly above. Before Naimes couldn't say a word Arla was already jumping out of the transport ship towards the ground and activating her own jet pack and he would follow suit. Rushing towards the doors Naimes would leap out of the transport and float down to the ground below, heck it was only four feet down so you'd imagine that must have looked interesting....

...the moment he was out of the Transport he'd activated his jet pack allowing him to coast down towards the desert sands of Aargonar easily. Moments later Naimes would join Arla on the ground in the blinding sand storm that the engines of the transport created which began to die off moments later as the ship veered away. Activating the ultraviolet optics of his helm Naimes would rely on that spectrum of vision to assist in his scan of the area as he approached Arla from behind and to her left...

..."Initial scan complete. No hostiles present."...was his official report as he came up to stand beside Arla while his helms optics returned to a normal visual spectrum. Turning his head Naimes would regard the Rally Master briefly while telling her what she had already been informed by the pilot..."Reports indicate a Dragon in the area. Suggest we scout the perimeter and identify its lair. We can prioritize engagement afterwards."...his hands would clench tighter around the -Kath Hound- Shotgun he'd brought with him though Naimes was noticeably under armed this sojourn. Besides the Shotgun he has his Fett Kal Trenchknife sheathed over his right hip and a Charging Rhyno Revolver holstered on his left hip. Nothing much more than that...

...stalking ahead Naimes would begin to move out across the desert assuming that Arla would join him, he also seemed to know the path they should take, while making small talk..."Don't like heights Rally Master?"...he thought he might have seen her hesitate slightly before she jumped the short distance out of the transports...​

 

[Arla Ordo]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Aargonar surface[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She stopped and then looked over at him, “Arla” She shook her head, “Please call me Arla, calling me Rally Master while correct I don’t know. I want us to try to be friends Naimes if it’s possible. I don’t have but a few, and it seems someone is intent upon making sure you’re around me to…” she thought about it, oh dar’yaim she wasn’t going to fib or smooth it over right now, “well either watch and assess, keep me out of trouble, or train me. I just have figured out if its Azrael doing it”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]A sore spot one she would not touch right now. No make that not ever.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She moved along considering what he had asked, “Afraid of heights, no not really its just unnatural to jump from a perfectly operational transport into the blinding sands of a desert storm wondering if there isn’t a dragon waiting with it’s maw open to swallow me up.” She laughed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Find the lair “Do they have lairs, I thought they just tunneled” but then she had to remember the cave of the krayt dragon skeletons she had found. Everything went somewhere. “Yes locating a potential threat to us all, priority. So” she tried looking around, “Let’s find a dragon”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She had been too young on Tatooine to know to be afraid of the dragons, instead she had just felt compassion. That was before she knew she was supposed to be a warrior.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Aside from the sounds of engines drawing them, my information doesn’t say much about habits” Arla wanted a way to track them, “is there a way to track them?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She much rather track than be bait.[/SIZE]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"]

Kalizka accepted the canteen with a greatful nod and took a drink. The liquid was warm already from the sun and heat but it was a great gift in this place. There was a time he had lived with a people that had given water as a sign of friendship. Kalizka decided he would take this as such whether it was the intent or not.

"A friend of a friend from a very long time ago was exiled rather than join Keetael, he was too bookish, or so it seemed." Kalizka looked at the daughter of Ordo as she played, "I'd be glad to help if I can, thank you."

Kalizka waited another moment before he would follow to the speeder.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Hangar Bay

She looked up at the young man who introduced himself as James, as he asked about clans. She replied "No, I don't belong to any clan as of yet, though, I hope to join one soon. How about yourself?" As soon as she said that, a young red-headed woman walked up and headed into the shuttle. Catherine noted the lightsaber that was hanging off her belt. A force user. Now that was interesting.

It didn't seem like anyone else would be joining them, so both Catherine and James headed into the shuttle as well. The red-headed woman was seated all the way at the back of the shuttle. They proceeded to occupy the seats just before her. Catherine turned back and smiled "Su'cuy Vod! I'm Catherine, you are?"

[member="James Rorke"] | [member="Hidia"]

 

[Hidia]

Location: Ash'amur Dreadnaught Hangar Bay

When Hidia had left the One Sith, one of the things she had decided to attempt was to improve her ability to say more then 3 words to someone without getting extremely unconformable. This was a task made considerably easier when she did not need to worry about half of the people around her stabbing her in the back or ripping her head off for any minor infraction. That said, the key word was 'attempt'. She had not made much progress on that front yet, and so she looked somewhat unconformable as she turned to face the newcomers directly, her multicolored eyes, one red and one green, now fully visible to them.

Another obstacle was the fact that these people had a tendency to mix their own language with the usual basic. Hidia had hardly had much time to learn much of the Mandalorian language yet, but she was fairly sure vod was the word for 'person' or 'clan member' or something of the like. She would nod at the one who spoke.

"The name is Hidia."

After a moment, remembering she was trying to be somewhat more social now, she would stammer.

"Nice to, er, meet you."

[member="Catherine Maxwell"]
[member="James Rorke"]

 

[James Rorke]

Location: Hangar Bay

James followed Catherine into the ship to talk with the red-headed girl, quickly answering her question. "Well I'm in a "minor" clan, my dad thinks that he will be able to make us a real one soon enough." He then fell back into the seat beside Catherine, near the red headed girl. As he examined her, he noticed her unique multicolour eyes, one being red. Must be cybernetic. He also noticed that she had a saber around her belt and James wondered if she was a full Mandolorian yet. "Well Hidia, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name's James Rorke." She stuttered a bit in her speech, poor thing must be shy. James gave a comforting smile to try to ease her anxiety. "So are you a first-generation Mandolorian?"

[member="Hidia"]
[member="Catherine Maxwell"]

 

[Hidia]

Hidia's only grew more unconformable, as she had little idea what exactly the guy meant by 'first generation Mandalorian'. Left with little recourse but to admit she had no idea what he was talking about, she figured she would just explain how she had come here.

"I, er, don't quite know what that means. I'm new here, just joined up."

Hidia saw both of them looking at her lightsaber, and figured she'd may as well just get this over with. She was aware that the Mandalorions and the One Sith were basically mortal enemy's, and was unsure how these two would react to find out she was a former member, but there would be little way to avoid it.

"I, erm, used to be part of the One Sith. Never really fit in with them, came here on the advise of my second master, Isley Verd."

[member="James Rorke"]
[member="Catherine Maxwell"]

 

[Kaveh Garshasp]

The roar of her jetpack filled the cave as the young woman landed to the side of Jendri. Taking off her helmet and swinging the short brown hair out of her face she saluted the man in dark armor with a closed fist across her chest.

"Preparations are complete Jendri...A line to the Mandnalorian flagship awaits." Letting her hand fall to the said she looked nervously to the left, peeling her eyes from the back of his helmet. They had worked so hard...But was it enough?

"Is it really time?"
[member="Kyr Jendri"]

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Halik slowly descended into the mouth of the Sarlaac. The sound of his jetpack echoed within the throat of the beast. As he slowly moved farther down the beast he looked around for any holes going through it. The tunneling gouka dragon would pierce through the side of the creature likely a few times consuming its flesh as it burned holes through it. The key to finding the creature would be in finding the holes going through its fallen prey which had died just an hour before.

The closed nature of his armor's respiratory system pleased him as he could only imagine the beast gave off a bad smell. From the creatures which would have been being digested, to the natural smells which lingered in the throat, and the decaying flesh, it would be quite the terrible smell indeed. As he descended he only imagined it would grow worse over time.

He almost passed through an opening in the creature. Sarlaacs were hardly thin beasts, and Halik's initial hope to find a hole through the creature's throat almost seemed lost. Below him he could see the bottom of the maw, and to be honest, Halik had no intent of entering the stomach. He did pass by the smallest of section which was clearly burned up. However, the fissure in the throat was only about two feet long and a foot tall in its widest part.

It was time to get cutting.