Raxis Treasure Hunt #1: The Bounty on Jack

[Alana Sunrider]

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Kei Garnik"]
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Onna hefted the sword, feeling its weight. The blade was held in two hands, extended straight forward. It was a training exercise, one to push herself and her strength. Then an alarm dinged and she frowned, slipping the shield back into its sheath. It felt more comfortable there at her hip than it did in her hands. What was that alarm? She had never heard it before. Reaching the command console, she slipped into the chair and hit the button. An alert popped up.

Warden Distress System
Warden- Jack Raxis

Jack! She leaned forward and pulled up the coordinates, running through the numbers. She copied them into the ship's computer and punched the hyperdrive. The Ambrian Adventurer jumped forward, pushing her back into the seat. The stars turned into streaks and then blue swirls of hyperspace. It would be a trip for now, with nothing more that could be done.

She stood up again and pulled the sword from its sheath again. She lifted it up, holding it out straight. Then as the ship raced through hyper-space, she ran through the training exercises. Guards, attacks, and parries one after the other, stringing them together. Beads of sweat formed along her brow, dropping down her neck. Fighting was hard, melee was harder. She gritted her teeth and continued. It stretched on for hours, but then she stopped, dropping back in the command seat, wiping the seat off her forehead.

She leaned back, and dozed off, only coming awake at another alarm. Time to revert from hyperspace. She pulled back on the controls and the ship slowed, streaks turning into dots as she dropped back into real space.

A ship hung there, not one she was familiar with, but a ship, and it looked like the one that had sent the signal. She held up her necklace, dangling the chip in front of her. Hopefully it still worked as her Warden identifier. He would remember the ship too. She hadn't changed it any, that was for certain. She activated the comm.

"This is Onna Sunrider of the Ambrian Adventurer."

 

[Davon Karr]

“Well, we found Draz,” Brou remarked sarcastically. She was knelt over what was left of the rodian. What was left was still warm.

“Quite,” Davon snapped back. The old man clearly didn't see the funny side of the situation. They'd heard the firefight as they'd approached the docking bay and had witnessed the freighter takeoff. “Guess that's the lead exhausted?”

“If I stopped hunting at the first corpse do you think if get anywhere?” she snapped back.

“I suppose not,” Davon replied. Internally he was thinking that he much preferred her older sister, Jess. Brou was rather…curt. But he could respect how she approached her business with a professional attitude.

“And here come the authorities.”

Davon stood up and turned as a group of uniformed - and well armed - men approached. This was Nar Shaddaa and the authorities weren't renowned for responding to incidents quickly.

He copied his great granddaughter in keeping his hands out to the side. Perhaps raising them would have suggested guilt.

“Brou Karr, licensed bounty hunter. “This man was killed by my quarry.”

“Have you tampered with the crime scene?” came the reply. Davon noted that weapons were not trained on them, but neither were they holstered.

“Not at all, but I would like to review the security camera data. The gunman left for hyperspace it seems.”

“I'm sorry, but even for a registered hunter, that isn't easy,” replied the officer. Relief was evident on his face. If the shooter was off world it was back to a problem for bounty hunters.

“Davon…” Brou said, nodding towards the officer.

“What?” Davon replied, unsure what she was suggesting. Brou rolled her eyes and the officer pointedly looked away.

She leaned in and whispered tersely: “You're paying, so pay the man.”

“What for?”

“This is Nar Shaddaa. He wants paying for access to the data.”

“Oh right. Erm…how much?”

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tahn Vizsla"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Valashu Elahad"]
[member="Pike Alavar"]
[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="Pollux"]
[member="Davon Karr"]
[member="Kei Garnik"]

OOC; Sorry guys, was moving aprtments.

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Aboard the Kessels Pride w/Kei​

"What you heard ain't too far from the truth."

As they were still in hyperspace they had some time to chat. And Jack was determined to make use of that time. Kei was smart, and he was family, but right now Jack trusted no one. There were a series of failsafes built into his nav computer that allowed him to immediately make chain get aways. Most of the pre planned destinations were blackholes, solar nebulae or otherwise. A scrambler would toss out hyperspace coordinates to anyone trying to lock on his computer.

If they locked onto his coordinates, the false ones would be the ones they jumped to. Right into said anomalies.

Good trick for a seasoned smuggler.

"I've been exiled from the Clan and hated by my family because I stood up for myself, and my people. I have a higher moral standard than most. This Ra Vizsla, brought the Clans together and untied them in pointless bloodlust. They've become nothing more than savage war criminals rather than honourable warriors."

Jack paused, checking the console and keying in a new command.

"What occurred at the battle of Kashyyk was I challenged Vizsla by myself, after Clan Raxis turned it's back on me. I may have spoken out of turn and said something about the clan defying him till the death. Regardless Gray was tried and his hand removed because of his failure to stop me. In reality I haven't been a part of Clan Raxis for a very long time. His trial was a farce, he was a scapegoat and they all blame me."

Jack took another sip and then furrowed his brows.

"If someone turned your family into a murderous rage and set them loose upon innocent folks wouldn't you stand up for the innocent? Stand between them and the tides of hate? That's what I did. Stardust hates me because she's bought into the Clans murder propaganda. I have something for you to read."

Jack passed over a data chip. It contained a file on the Deathwatch

"When I founded Clan Raxis it was in the image of Jaster Mereel and his supercommando Codex. A set of laws and regulations that brought the clans from murderous savages, to honorable warriors and mercenaries. Now Vizsla has thrown those rules out, declaring that by the Resol'nare the Clans are obligated to follow him into darkness or suffer death. Even if it is against the true Mandalorian way. In short he's brought them right back to the ages of the Deathwatch."

A message popped onto Jacks Datapad. Onna was close by. He sent a message back.

//Classified: Warden Raxis>> To <<Warden Sunrider>>>

<<: Meet me on the same spacelane we first took down pirates on together>>>
<<See you there>>
<End/>

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei grinned, relaxing lightly. He'd thrown away entire relationships to come save Jack's life, and he got paid in good information. Jack, as expected, had been the one to form Clan Raxis as honorable warriors. What was spoken next was completely new, useful information. Ra Vizsla was a name, a name he'd never heard before, but it sounded slightly important. Apparently he was heading up the Mandalorians.

Kei thought slightly, his face turning from the grin to something serious. Why would people mess with what worked, last Kei had heard, the Mandalorians were warriors.

Now they had become blood thirsty.

His face was lost as he took the rest of the information, the battle of Kashyyk was where everything went down it seemed, where Jack had apparently stabbed his brothers in the back. Kei thought about this lightly, crossing his arms, eyes closed. He'd been listening to Noriko, meditate on what you didn't understand and it would all become clear. Everything would become so much easier to understand if you thought about it.

Both Stardust and Jack were right, that was the issue. Jack had stabbed his brothers in the back, he'd attempted to start a war and then run away instead of facing the backlash. Yet, in a way his motivation, his reasons were sound. He wanted to save the Mandalorians, he wanted to fix the Mandalorians and make them honorable again. Neither of them were wrong, and that's where the issues began.

Kei opened his eyes lightly, wrapping his fingers around the datachip, pocketing it. He'd heard basic stories about the Deathwatch, in many ways it perfectly mirrored Ra Vizsla's approach to running the Mandolorians. It was stupid, the Mandolorians were not raised to be bloody thirsty animals, they were being manipulated and twisted, it was the manipulation and twisting that lead to this family civil war.

So [member="Ra Vizsla"] was responsible for all this, right?

Kei was confused though, because Ra wasn't really responsible at all. Jack had been the one to stab him in the back on Kashyyk, Jack had been the one to run away and leave Gray to clean up. [member="Stardust Raxis"] and [member="Gray Raxis"] both had a right to be angry at that, right? They'd been betrayed and stabbed in the back by Jack, Kei knew for a fact he wouldn't take it sitting down. He couldn't expect Stardust and Gray too.

Kei realized he'd been silent for well over five minutes, he'd been mulling things over, thinking. He sipped his caf, shrugging, turning, staring back out at the streaks around them, countless stars flying by. All of them meant something to someone, all of them meant that a planet somewhere had heat. Kei shrugged again, peaceful.

Until he looked down.

The Nav Computer was reading different, apparently time had increased, and Kei turned to Jack lightly. If Jack was planning to kill Kei he'd chosen the best way to do it. The Nav Computer had five minutes until they reached their destination, Jack must of changed it. No way had it gone from five minutes to an hour, that was stupid. Kei's hands instantly reached for his blaster, fingers wrapping around it.

Just to be safe as he spoke. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jack, it's just that he wasn't ready to die, not yet.

"Alright Jack, time to explain. I'm not a spy for Stardust or whatever, I'm not here to kill you and cash in on that bounty on your skull, although the money would be beautiful. I'm not here to have you killed, so why Jack? Where is the Nav Computer taking us? Why did you change it?"

[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Davon Karr"]
[member="Onna Sunrider"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kei Garnik"]

Jack smirked, sipping his caf again.

"The Nav computer is taking us to a hideaway spot somewhere on the Mara Corridor. The last destination I was rather unsure about. I have a hunch we may have been followed. My bounty is too big not to have alternative plans."

Keis fingers were grasping his gun handle, and Jacks eyes were tracking it. The distrusts was still rather strong among the two. In good will he decided to break the stalemate, and reached for his own weapons. With both hands he unsheathed his Verpine Shatter guns and laid them on the console, between the both of them.

The only thing left on his person was his Besk'ad, which he was unwilling to give up.

"Enough with the distrust Kei. Are you in or are you out? If you don't want any part of this I'll drop you off somewhere and you can forget we ever met up."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei hated ultimatums. He was normally the one dishing them out, he hated being given them. He thought about it for a few moments, slowly placing his own blaster next to those of Jack. The only "weapon" on his person were the three crystal's he'd gained on Hoth, he wasn't giving those to anyone. They weren't technically a weapon anyway, not really. They could be forged into a great weapon, but they were not a weapon.

Right?

Kei coughed slowly, sipping his caf. He trusted Jack, he just had a right to be on edge. He had a right to be on edge because he'd trusted enough people in his lifetime and been stabbed in the back, and Jack seemed good at the "stabbed in the back" bit of that. Jack was alright though, Kei had no reason not to trust him, he just had reason to be weary.

"I trust you Jack, you know that. Forgive me for getting a bit antsy when I find out someone has reprogramed our location under my nose, I'm not a fan of taking chances anymore. I'll say sorry, but I want my gun back"

He smiled, always the gun nut at heart.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Davon Karr]

"So what did he do anyway?" Brou asked. After the awkwardness down on the hangar bay floor she was now leant over the console in the control centre, loading up the recordings.

"That matters to you?" Davon asked. He had left the work to his great granddaughter. This was her trade, not his.

She gave him a look over her shoulder, almost pained.

He'd raised enough children to have a degree of empathy with all his family. "Sorry, of course it does."

"Yes," she replied, returning to her work. "There's his ship. I heard he didn't heed the call to war?"

"Not that. Personally, I though Ra was rather forgiving to let them stay out of the fight. No... Without warning he attacked our forces in the rear as we launched out first strike up the beeches of Kachirho."

Brou had stopped playing the recording. Clearly she was taken aback at the nature of the betrayal.

"His Alor lost a hand for his betrayal. So now he runs."

"Bow he runs," Brou repeated. There was a hardness to her voice that hadn't been there before. She ran through the recording, from the shoot off to the take off. "He's quick. Well we have an ID on the ship, but we need to talk to these men."

She panned the holographic view to a group observing from a distance.

"Why?"

"Are you sure you don't need optical correction? Watch. They plant a tracker. We need to find them before they leave and beat us to the traitor."

Odd. To her Jack had simply been a professional target. It didn't sound that way any more.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] @Stardust

Of the trackers, there was no sign. They didn't appear the kind of people to be easily tracked. Perhaps they had lost the stomach for the chase, or perhaps they were already on the tail of their quarry. Brou would be upset at losing the bounty, but Davon merely wanted Jack brought before the council.

"Pursestrings!"

Davon turned and scowled. His military minded descendants tended to call him 'sir' or at least by name. "Could we perhaps swap that, 'moneybags' and 'credit store' for Davon?"

"Oh, you're using that look!"

"What look?"

"The one dad says you use when you want to get your way!"

"Worked on your father as well. We raised him from the age of five."

"Yeah but he's always been soft."

"And you seem to take after your mother."

"I wonder," Brou mused. "How does dad describe mother to you and..." she faltered.

"To myself and Stahl," Davon finished softly. Only six months since his partner had died on Agamar. Those wounds would never quite heal. "Wild was one word and I won't say any more because it'll end up back with your mother I'm sure."

"I miss him," she sighed. "And I regret never meeting grandmother. The things they say about her..."

"Are almost all true. I was in charge of the relief force when she held off two platoons with four men. They had six shots left between them when we moved up to reinforce their position. Stormtroopers had been too cautious to attack again to find out they were almost dry. Mind, your grandmother would have taken a squad of troopers out with a rusty spoon."

"Huh." Brou turned away, considering this. She turned back rapidly, clearly recalling what she had been about to say. "There's a message on the net. That tracker, someone is claiming to have the frequency and is willing to sell it. You want to open the..."

"Ill pay. Get in touch with the loyal Raxis members. Tell them the hunt is about to begin."

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Jack Raxis"]

"Repeat that."

"They are gone."

"The kark they are. I was promised pay for this gig and I am getting it."

"Boss man got a better option elsewhere, Raxis ain't paying all that much in comparison." Alavar scowled, brows furrowed in thought as she ran through her options. She was in the middle of nowhere - Hutt Space had never been kind to her - with half a dozen hired guns who were passingly trustworthy and now her employer had ran off.

"Alright, what he do with the tracker?"

"Told me to tell ya ya can keep it, do what you want - take it as an apology."

Pike huffed, but that did soften the blow a bit. Enough that she probably wouldn't go greks to the wall on him and burn down everything he loved for karking this up for her.

"Fine." The mercenary disconnected after that, before sighing heavily and leaning back against her crampy seat. The interceptor was crap; some Black Sun nonsense from back in the day, but it did the trick for now. Point was, she needed a new employer if she was gonna get any real cash out of this.

Who wanted Raxis? Mandalorians... yeah, that was what that [member="Pollux"] fella had mentioned. A plan was forming, and soon after that Pike made use of her connections within the Mandalorian Clans -- courtesy of her partner [member="Kalad Shysa"], who was the... what? Alarod or something of his Clan.

It took the better part of an hour, but eventually she got patched through with a Mandalorian in her neighborhood.

"Teacup here. Got data on one Jack Raxis and his movements. Barter for cash, goods and a paid contract to hunt him down."

Message sent.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Pike Alavar"]

"So, what's the news?" Davon asked.

"We've cut a deal. They planted a device and the tracker wants to join the chase as long as they're paid."

Davon canted his head to one side and watched his great granddaughter curiously. "What's the catch?"

"So, a tracker that small doesn't give the strongest signal. Now space is really, really empty. So you get a rough lock and chances are there is only one system in the region. So even though you can't get a perfect track, you head there. We've got a rough lock and there's no system..."

"So they're in deep space?" Davon asked.

"Or an unmarked station or to a capital ship. But my ship is small, basic. We need something fast, with exceptional scanners," Brou explained. She had that face on that suggested she felt she was talking to an infant.

"I'll see what I can pull. Contact the tracker and give them some coordinates in the region. I'll get us a ship."

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It wasnt long before Brou's small shuttle met up with the Roche class corvette a few parsecs from Nar Shaddaa space.

"That's new," Brou remarked from behind her tinted visor.

"Just as you ordered. I'm afraid it's hardly luxury inside. Let's get to the coordinates and see if your contact turns up or if I've called in a military vessel for a wild bantha chase."

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Davon Karr"]

"You izzzz zuuuure about thizz?"

"Kark you want from me, Drev?"

"Mandalorianzzz can be'zzzz... fickle."

Pike groaned, but then shook her head. They were three; Drev, Trandoshan tracker who was like a gorram akk dog when he picked up on a trail. Then you had Vharka, male twi'lek, he was already getting on the chubby side, but word had it he once walked into a Huttese compound with only a vibro-knife and a few words... then walked out with the head of the Hutt. Nobody knew for sure how real that story was, but you don't mess with a chubby dude who got himself a sharp knife like that.

"Already told ya, it's either this or we ain't getting paid."

Their little, rinky dink ship dropped out of hyperspace a click away from the Roche corvette. Pike whistled at that beauty, Drev licked his canines and Vharka... well, Vharka was getting some shut-eye, so he wasn't all that into the scene. A tight beam connected with the Roche, transferring pre-determined codes and their names - last thing Alavar wanted was to get dropped in the middle of nowhere, 'cause they were a surprise.

"Roche-class, this is Teacup. Requesting permission to come on board." She exchanged a look with Drev, before shrugging.

"Here goes nothing, pal."

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

"What moron decided not to put AG on this damn thing?" Davon bemoaned. "We've got an initial dampener that stops us getting crushed by the few hundred G it can put down in thrust, but do they put the other one to cover us on the zero to one window?"

"I think someone got carried away copying a ship from a show sir!"

"What?"

"Never mind. I've just informed that vessel that they can dock."

"Then we can have the gravity back?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Get us to hyperspace as soon as they're secure and invite them aboard."

"Understood. We'll be within the region of the target within a few hours and we can start scanning to get a lock."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tahn Vizsla"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Valashu Elahad"]
[member="Pike Alavar"]
[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="Pollux"]
[member="Davon Karr"]
[member="Kei Garnik"]

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A Few Days later​

Mara Corridor on board the Kessels Pride​

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Jack awoke from the darkness. There was sweat on his brow as he lifted his scarred and muscular body from his bed. His cabin was a small space, barely big enough for a bed and an armor rack. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the fog. In space their was really no sunlight, but his circadian thyme had gone long ago. It could have been day or night, he wasn't sure.

He slipped on his shirt and jacket, followed by his gun belt clipping across his hips. Black boots slid on next and left, making his way down to the galley.

As he was making his caf he was reminiscing.

He'd been hunted before, but never so ardently. For a man that claimed a Jedi background he was wildy in the wrong about a great many things. His earliest memories of the Jedi were just stories, before he'd left Mandalore and come into contact with the Zeison Sha.

*Crack*

"Ahh damn!"

The cups fell on his hand as he opened the cupboard.

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Where was he? Zeison Sha yes.​

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Pour the water in, turn the caf pot on and....​

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Where's Kei? Why is it so quiet?​

He grabbed the intercom on the wall chiming it.

"Kei are you around? It's time to eat dude."

Most of what he had was ration bars, so it was hardly a feast of grandeur. Still as a ships captain it was his job to treat his guests to hospitality. He checked his chronometer. They had a few hours until they reverted from hyperspace to the burnt out husk of what used to be a pirate ship. When he'd taken it down long ago he'd pulled it off the main drag, making a nice hideaway spot for cases such as these.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Jack Raxis"]

"I expected..."

"More." Vharka finished the sentence for Drev, while playing with his vibro-knife. They were speeding through hyperspace - docked about half a day ago and were traveling ever since. Ain't easy, that. Traveling lip on lip with guys, unsavory ones, you didn't really know all that well in the first place.

But they kept it together for the most part.

"Whatcha mean." Alavar asked, while leaning against the viewport.

They had taken up space on the habitation deck, in the kitchen. Most of the other Mandalorians gave 'em some space - could be it was less giving them space and more not wanting to interact with them too much. Pike didn't blame 'em, Drev smelled like he hadn't had a shower in over a week.

"Them. They got a legendary rep in the Galaxy... they seem normal to me tho."

Pike snorted, but didn't turn around. Just a shrug followed by her experience. "We all bleed, Drev, but these are soldiers forged in war- when the random merc breaks... these ones fight on."

A grin tugged now, reflecting lazily against the viewport.

"Don't hurt they pack 'emselves in that iron of theirs either."

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

Davon sauntered into the galley. He was fully clad in his forest green armour, his helm tucked under one arm. He placed it on the surface as he started to make himself a mug of caf. It was almost comical to see the fully armed old dog, armed to the teeth and as broad as two men, conducting such a domestic task.

Brou was the expert on bounty hunting, but this lot looked a hardened, tightly-knit crew of hunters to Davon. He preferred the discipline of soldiers, but he had enough sense to estimate that the crew of the little vessel would hold their own if they ended up boarding an enemy vessel.

Turning the face them, he perched his rear on the kitchen counter and held up his steaming mug with both hands. Nothing like a good caf to sharpen the senses before a brawl.

“We’re going to be reverting to realspace in a few minutes. It’s a big region of space to search but we’re coming out early so as not to send them running if they are here,” Davon said. That would explain why he was fully geared up. “You’ve all been treated well by the crew?”

Unfortunately they were about to arrive where Raxis had been and would need to pick up the new trail towards the Mara corridor.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Jack Raxis"]

Say whatcha want 'bout Drev and Vharka, but they kept their cool once the Mandalorian strutted in.

He was old. Like... old old. Old enough that if they ever had a few drinks, Pike would probably ask him how Korriban was before the Sith Lords came along. Weary lines etched into his face like it was a gorram mountainside wall, constantly being eroded by the hallowing winds and rains.

This only raised her caution.

People in their trade... if you grew old; you were either a coward or exceptionally good.

"They fine." Pike replied. Her companions kept their silence- it was routine by now. Let Pike do the talking and at the end of the day they got paid, no need to make it more complicated than that.

"They keep to theirs, we keep to us... works fine for me."

The merc nodded at his elaboration. She had been expecting this; the Helix Syndicate was aight, but it was no Arceneau Trade, no Exchange, they couldn't afford the good stuff. Neither could Pike, though, so she wasn't gonna make judgements about their pocket reserves.

"We will be ready." She added finally, before turning around and watching out the viewport again. Davon had his coffee and she had the starlight of hyperspace to calm her down before a good battle.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Davon Karr"]

On Board the shattered Pirate Vessel​

Mara Corridor​

They had arrived somewhat behind schedule, but still within a reasonable time. Kei was nowhere to be seen and Jack wondered if he had ditched the vessel. With a grunt he took the controls, flying the Kessels Pride nice and smooth into the yawning maw of the burnt out husk. Some parts still had life support.

His plan was to hole up and chill. Plus he'd never truly gotten to explore the vessel.

After the docking claw extended he was in the hangar all suited up and heading for the airlock. The airlock whooshed with slight hiss. Jack grinned. Even if this was his last day of freedom, which he had a nagging feeling it was, it was going to be a good day. With his shotgun riding on his shoulder he strode off into the halls, engulfing himself in darkness....

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

Davon had the doors to the bridge in his sight, a pair of guards flanking the entrance, when his earpiece crackled.

"Davon, we've got nothing here."

The old man shook his head and continued walking past the guards. He stepped into the small bridge and cast his eyes over the young officers working their stations.

The Captain sat at her station, looking annoyed that no one had answered her call.

"Nothing?" Davon asked.

She turned her chair back to face him. "Oh, you're here. Right."

"They're nearby though?"

"No, that's the problem. The tracker has a signal lag. Now we're here we know they're not in the vicinity. We've got the signal again, direction of the Mara Corridor. We need to get to light speed right away or we risk losing them."

"Damnit. Tell our mercenary friends we don't need their help just yet."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Never got a notice about being mentioned on this, wonder why

Kei woke up slowly, he hadn't ditched, that wasn't in his style. He'd crashed cause he was tired, he hadn't ditched. He grunted, flickering his eyes a few times, gun and a boot discarded against the wall. He could say he tried to get undressed, he just couldn't be bothered to finish. He stood up slowly, coughing into his hand, reaching for this discarded boot. He slid the boot on, fingers wrapping around the blaster, connecting it to his side. He walked out into the corridor of the Kessel's Pride, grunting. He had Jack on a direct com, and figured it was time to use it to apologize for missing his meal.

"Damn it Jack, can't a guy sleep alone? Where are you?"

He was vaugely aware of the ship docking with something, though what it was he couldn't say. He gazed a glance out the viewport as he passed it, space. So whatever they'd docked with was the other side of the ship. He grunted again, walking into the kitchen area of the Pride, grabbing himself a ration bar and a bottle of water. Breakfast, or the best they'd get in whereever the hell they were.

[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Davon Karr"]
[member="Pike Alavar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Kei Garnik"] | [member="Jack Raxis"]

"We lost 'em again." Another Mandalorian had walked in, minutes after Davon left.

That was probably why he had been called away in the first place. Pike sighed slightly, before turning away from the viewport and leaned against it instead. She looked up and down the new fella, wasn't much to see what with all the iron and armor, but at least it gave her a few moments to calm down and not start cursing up and down the kitchen area.

"I see." The I see was dangerous, Drev and Vharka knew this - felt it and stayed really, really quiet, because at the end of the day Alavar wouldn't take it out on the Mandalorians.

One, they were paying.
Two, too much firepower, probably.

But it was mostly the first thing.

"What now?"

She listened silently, before nodding.

"Very well." The Mandalorian left them alone again and the twi'lek looked at her with a question in his eyes. Didn't speak though, didn't want to risk the calm for the storm.

"We going hunting, boys. Rest up- it will be awhile."