Private Recovery of Vod Goods

[Jaster Awaud]

Location - UTC Warehouse, Terminus City
Planet - Terminus, Outer Rim
Operation - Recover Hekler'Kok Industries Stolen Weapons


- Jaster was sitting on a crate that held the logo of the UTC and cleaning his sniper rifle. He was deep in thought with what had happened recently that he now exposed his House to the threat of the galaxy. It was un-mandalorian to hide from their enemies, but it had been difficult to trust the others Mandalorians after the disappearance of Mand'alor Yasha. After the first time he was exiled by Mand'alor the Rebuilder he promised himself to never follow another. Yet it was the young girl that proved real leadership but all it took was one bad decision to ruin the whole of the Empire. He was the womens Advisor, and friend, yet he was stagnant in the peace between the Sith and the Mandalorians. Empires were friendly and he had no other choice but to accept it for the peace they needed to rebuild the world of Mandalore.

- Their homeworld was now lost to them, the older generations made the mistake of trusting the greater powers. House Awaud survived by the skin of their teeth, and they were one of the weaker house that were still around. Clan Corek was one of the few allies that he had left, and when he needed help Noah was quick to offer the supplies to keep them going. Now it was his time to help a friend.

- The Fall of the Outer Planets Alliance had crumbled, and the absence of a central government allowed the shadow underground to grow unchecked. Token opposition was provided by smaller factions and previous allies of the OPA. However, some slipped through the cracks that was continuing to grow. With that growing conflict between the Planetary Government and the Criminal Cartels, several groups were able to get their hands on high tech weaponry. Hekler'Kok Industries had lost some valuable weapons and was unable to send a recovery force so far outside on Terminus. The chaos of the Alliances fall also stretched their mercenary forces thin. As such Clan Corek had asked that House Awaud to step in and recover the weapons. That was no small feat however, as House Awaud was still dealing with other conflicts and assisting with the building of the Union. Such Jaster thought to bring in other Mandalorians to get this job finished.

- Being the Alor of House Awaud, he sent out a request to other Mandalorian individuals to assist with the recovering of these items. The reward was substantial, and worth the work. Many of the assists at the desposal of House Awaud and the United Trade Conglomerate was deep, but Noak also put items to raise the worth of the pot.

- He had received word from a few Mandalorians that were interested in taking on the job. Jaster hoped that they would see the jobs available with the Union and think about taking up membership and convincing their clans to join as well. They were to join him here soon and then he would give them their briefing before getting the job finished and returning here and getting the weapons back to Clan Corek. He just had to wait here for them to arrive.

Talon Richwood | Aloy Vizsla | Shai Maji​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

T e r m i n u s , O n e M o n t h B e f o r e T h e E n c l a v e​

It was a strange thing, Making contact with other mandalorians after all this time. If it weren't for her chance run in aboard the Gemini, She would might have thought herself the last of her kind for a time. Well, maybe that would be a tad dramatic.
When she discovered the a contract put out my her vode through private channels, She couldn't help being intrigued, If not wary.
And so she made the trip to Terminus City, And now finds herself in a sketchy warehouse...

One might Hear Joti long before See her, As her loose rocket boots always made a distinct Jingling sound while walking, Heralding her arrival as she steps through the door. The dim light cascades over the cold and empty stare of her visor as she slowly scans the room, Both visually and digitally via a plethora of electronic utilities.
Seeing no obvious threats or traps, She taps her pronged staff against the ground once, Letting it rest there while she calls to her potential employer, (Or Captor), who looked mandalorian enough and was sitting atop a crate not far ahead.

"Su cuy'gar. Vod."

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Talon Richwood Jaster Awaud Shai Maji
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[Shai Maji]

This was a mission right up Shai's alley. After receiving an open offer to a heist job back home, she hopped onto that mission and held onto it. Now here she was, setting down her Wrangler on Terminus City's spaceport and suiting up. This was probably the first time she was going to wear her new armour outside of her training with Kragr, but at least she had grown used to it. Plus the confidence boost that came with wearing such a hulking suit of Beskar was not something she was going to be trading up anytime soon.

Walking through the streets, she had a parsec-long grin behind her T-visor as people eyed her and got out of the way. Not only did the suit make her look a few inches taller, but the muscle underneath helped as well. Joining Kragr's clan was definitely the best decision she had ever made in her life. Her HUD pointed out that she was getting close. Finally she arrived at a warehouse and entered, using her thermal vision to scan for lifeforms... less because she was expecting a threat and more to just use the thing for shits and giggles. A childish cackle escaped her as she switched to night vision and then back to thermals. Sure enough, she spotted two other people ahead of her. They looked like Mandos so she put on a serious face, switching back to normal vision. <"Ey yo wazzup!"> she spoke up with her broken Mando'a accent. At least she could speak it fluently, despite sounding like she just escaped from Nar Shaddaa's slums.

<"I saw a job offer to help some peeps out. Is this the right place?"> she asked them with a hand on her hip, standing tall with her shoulders squared. This was her first time helping Mandos as a Mando herself, so she was more than a little excited over this mission, despite trying to keep a serious expression as much as possible.

Aloy Vizsla Jaster Awaud Talon Richwood

 

[Talon Aegis]

The back alleys were quiet, in this location even throughout the busiest of days no one would enter due to the fear of being robbed. Even with this knowledge the Mandalorian continued his walk down the alley. The quiet clack of metal on stone could be heard from either end of the route, and Talon drew near to his destination.

Looking around he watched as paupers would quietly watch him as he passed by, not willing to ask for change. A kid was throwing out the garbage as Talon walked by. The assumed employee gave the Mandalorian a wave, with a returning nod from Talon. The UTC warehouse was coming closer as Talon exited the alley to pursue its location.

Talon quietly walked to where he presumed the meet up was. While he didn't directly get the call for this job, while working with another vod he learned about it deciding to take it up. Looking around as he neared the warehouse he looked back at the message given to him, it appeared this was the place where the mission would start. While going through the warehouse Talon pondered what he would be doing for the job, it said retrieve stolen supplies, but his vod never specified what.

Looking to the people inside, he quietly gave them all a nod, "<I assume this is the meetup?>"

Aloy Vizsla Jaster Awaud Shai Maji

 

[Jaster Awaud]

- Jaster was still in thought as the first of the contractors entered the room. This UTC warehouse was used to transport the raw material of Subterrel to their many buyers. It was a backwater hub of background operations that Jaster used to finance his various operations. The United Trade Conglomerate was a project when he was younger and now he never had to worry about the credits coming in. The company did not matter any more, it provided Credits, Ships for the Flotila, and work for the Vod that were not warriors. That was the thing that the younger generations often forgets, being Mandalorian did not mean you had to be a soldier. His people were Farmers, Artisans, and Engineers, and some of the best in the galaxy. Being Mandalorian meant to put their full effort into what they did, and protect the Family.

- He kept cleaning his weapon and then heard the voices of those that entered. Shaking his head he placed the sniper rifle against the crate and stood up. Jaster was a beast of a man, standing at Six Feet Five Inches and in his heavy beskar armor he just looked intimidating. However he bowed his head to the other Mandalorians there, "Su cuy'gar," He recovered from his bowed head and looked at those there. "I am Jaster Awaud, Alor of House Awaud, and I appreciate you answering the call for aid, this job is a little to much for me to handle alo-"

- A door opened off to the side and two Droids were dragging an unconscious Fallen, the alien was beaten up and being brought to a land speeder. Another three loader droids exited the same door carrying large crates, the symbol on the side did not belong to the UTC. Jaster looked over and just shrugged.

- He looked back at the other three. "My operation here are stretched thin since the OPA fell apart and criminals keep stealing and dealing my goods," Jaster finally took off his helmet and showed his Cyborg face, the left side of his face down to his chin was taken over by metallic plating. He scratched his human side and just carried the helmet under his arm. "The contract today is from Clan Corek, Hekler'Kok Industries had some weapons stolen from them and cant spare the men to retrieve their goods, their Alor and I go back so I offered to help, any of you got a problem with Clan Corek?"

Talon Richwood | Aloy Vizsla | Shai Maji ​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

She gives the new arrivals both a glance over her shoulder followed by a low nod before turning her attention back to this "Jaster" character, Whom she'd never met. The same could not be said for her Vod clad in dark beskar'gam however, Whom she knew to be Talon Richwood , The mandalorian from the Gemini... Just thinking about that place brought back nightmarish memories that she was still struggling with to this day. But Talon? The two of them had fought their way out together, And he'd always have her respect for that.

Then came the droids. She'd already placed her hand on one of the Modified NN-14s she carried, Lifting ever so slightly and glancing from the droids to Jaster and back. But based on his reaction, She decided they weren't a threat. Yet. So, She slowly relaxes her shoulders and pushes the pistol back into it's holster while she listens.

any of you got a problem with Clan Corek?

"No. Never heard of them..."
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It was blunt, But it was the truth. Or rather, The truth was that she'd been out of the loop for so long that she hadn't had a chance to hear of other mandalorians. She'd been alone all this time, Away from mandalorian space since The Red Coronation. Even now, she was Barely Mandalorian...

Talon Richwood Shai Maji Jaster Awaud​

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[Shai Maji]

The dude cleaning his rifle finally got up and introduced himself, taking off his helmet as well. They were soon joined by another Mando who greeted them with a nod. Shai merely glanced between them as she listend to the cyborg speak. Thankfully they were working with Basic.

They were interrupted by some droids dragging a dude to a speeder while others carried away some crates. She raised her hand slightly to point at them, her mouth opening to speak, but the dude just moved on with the conversation before she could even get a word in.

He gave a rundown of the situation and explained what the mission was again. He was short and sweet -figuratively- and asked about their thoughts on this Clan Corek. Shai glanced at the other Mando and pointed at her. "Yeah I'm with the sis there, never heard of 'em. That company name, though, I'm pretty familiar with." she admitted. 'Familiar' being the amount of times she sold that company's stuff on the black market quite illegally... but nobody needed to know that. After all, that was way before she even thought of becoming a Mando or even knew of their allegiance.

Resting her hands on her hips, she looked around her then back to the top dog of their group. "So what's the plan, bossman? Got any leads or something?" she asked him, reaching up to scratch at a spot underneath her helmet. She needed to find out how people deal with itches underneath their armour...

Aloy Vizsla Jaster Awaud Talon Richwood

 

[Talon Aegis]

Talon looked at the room quietly listening, when he saw Joti in there he didn't realize how much of the Gemini would come back to him. It was in the past and he would move on. He assumed she was managing fine with the former events, but he rather not ask or drawl upon the subject. Looking down at them he said, "<Personally, I do not know members of Clan Corek, but I have heard of them.>"

Moving over to a nearby crate he leaned onto it pulling his H1 out and loading the chambers with the massive rounds. Looking at Shai as she asked a question, he looked back to Jaster waiting for an answer. For the task Talon would decide which bullets he would need, or if he were to even use the weapon, it was a loud thing that could be heard for many hundreds of feet.

Shaking his head a grin forming on his face he thought back to when put a silencer on the weapon, nearly destroying it with shrapnel. Explaining that to his former partner made them both have a laugh. Then his head drew on his old partner, Talon forcing himself to get back to the situation, he need not care who he was tracking, it would just humanize them.

Pushing the mag back in he just decided to go with standard .50 cal. rounds, they were effective enough. Looking back up he watched the group, thinking about the mission ahead.

Aloy Vizsla Jaster Awaud Shai Maji

 

[Jaster Awaud]

- Jaster looked at them as they explained their position on working for Clan Corek. He smiled a little when two of them mentioned not knowing them and the other stating he new the name but not the members. Clan Corek was never within the circles of the Mandalorians and were mostly independent of the Resol'nare. Many believed them to be Un-Mandalorian, but they followed the code and did not follow the recent Mand'alors as of late. However, Noah Corek lead his family very well and were some of the most skilled mercs of the Core Worlds. Smiling a little he had to admit they also made some pretty reliable weapons.

- He nodded and looked to them, "Well as long as none of you have a problem with the Contract we can continue." Jaster brought out a Holo-Projection Disk and light up with a small visual of the city. "I am sure as you know, since the fall of the Outer Planets Alliance and their support organizations, the Hyperlanes have been unreliable with Pirate and many citizens now rely on Smugglers for goods and Criminals for protection."

- Another Speeder entered the hanger, but this looked more like a police speeder. Seemed like it was another busy day on the planet with another crack down. This time two Humans in UTC Private Police Uniforms pulled out a Faust who had his hands cuffed behind his back. They were escorting him into the same doors where the Fallen was taken out. They were yelling at each other and the Faust was commenting on his innocents. The two officers were just pushing the Alien forwards till they got past the door and they closed behind them.

- The Alor again sighed, "As you can see I am stretched pretty then with my own problems, theft of my Ryll supply is used to supply Spice on the planet, so my own forces are shutting down Chem Shops." He looked back to the map, and zoomed it in on what looked like a warehouse. "Information is spotty at best currently, but some Info Brokers have told me that a local crime lord got their hands on some prime Hekler'Kok weapons, enough to kick out most of the petty gangs in the area," He pointed at the warehouse on the Holo Projector. "Some of my scouts located the group and they are holding the weapons at this warehouse seven blocks from here at ground level, prime criminal territory, so dont expect help from local PD."

- He smiled a little and looked back at the group, "But also means that they wont respond if we make a little noise," He walked over to the crate he was sitting on and kicked it open. Within was a AT-24 Missile Launcher and he chuckled a little when looking back at the group, "A little gift from Clan Corek to get his weapons back, with a request to make sure the local gangs know that if they steal from a Mandalorian a similar fate awaits them."

- Jaster stood next to the missile launcher in the crate and crossed his arms. "Any Questions?"

Aloy Vizsla | Talon Richwood | Shai Maji ​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

"So... Just us versus some Aruetisse?"
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Oh yeah, This would be just fine. She chuckles and lifts her staff, Opening a small slide near the bottom and then sliding in a small cylinder before closing the slide and resting the staff over her shoulder, Putting her other hand on her hip.

"I'm sure we can send a message loud and clear. A few explosions, A few burnings, A few desintegrations, We'll have this chit clear in no time!"

That was Joti for you. Always eager to blast something and always ready to put on a confidant facade, Whether it was t gives courage to others or herself.
She turns to the others, Giving the group a quick once over, Satisfied with the various weaponry and Beskar'gam she sees, Especially Talon's Rifle, Which she suspects will pack a punch.

"I think they're starting to forget what it's like to fear Mandalorians... What do ya say Vod? Should we remind them like old times?!"
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She laughs. This reminded her of old times, Back before the coronation. Back when her clan would take her on mercenary contracts, Back when her people were warriors... After all these years, She'd finally found more mandalorians, And she could finally fight beside her Vod. Today was a good day.

Jaster Awaud Talon Richwood Shai Maji

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[Shai Maji]

Shai listened closely to what the dude had to say, giving a nod when he mentioned the fall of the OPA. It did make things easier for her own business... but it also made it trickier. Pirates were now all over the place ever since their borders crumbled. They were soon interrupted again, this time by some sort of private security that dragged a guy away. "Um... what's that-" she started, but fell quiet again as he continued to talk.

He summed up the important stuff they needed to know before pulling a very nice weapon from a crate. Shai gave a whistle as she looked at the launcher. "Yeah I got a question. Are we gonna get a turn with that thing?" she quipped with a smirk behind her helmet. "In all seriousness, though, it sounds pretty straight forward. Plus you guys look like you can handle yourselves. Some random opportunists shouldn't be that much of an issue, right?" she continued on a more serious note as she glanced at the three other Mandos.

She quickly checked her pistols again as well as her other kit. She was dying to see her gear in action for the first time. The lady slotted a cartridge into her staff, earning a curious look from the Shistavanen. Perhaps leaving all her big toys on the ship was a mistake for this mission. But that was alright. Between her hand cannon and the pistol her friend gave her, she was ready for anything. Not to mention the rather amusing amount of explosives she had in some pouches on her kit. She looked up at Jaster again and rested her hands on her hips. "Well let's get rolling then! Lead the way, boss." she quipped with excitement in her voice. She was going to be losing sleep after this fight... but it was for a good cause. Helping out other Mandos was her mission here and helping these guys get their guns back might just help her gain a few new contacts in the culture.

Jaster Awaud Aloy Vizsla Talon Richwood

 

[Talon Aegis]

Talon listened to Joti a chuckle coming out, "I'm ready to kick a bit of ass." Shaking his head he put the final bullet into his rifle spinning the heavy barrel shoving it into position, checking his pouch he pulled out a frag round placing it down next to him. Putting his H1 on his back he picked the bullet flipping it in his hand as he watched the rest of the group.

"I do feel that I can handle myself, I feel that messing with the Mandalorians, probably wasn't the smartest move." A grin on his face and nothing to lose Talon was ready to bring back the stolen items. Putting the bullet away he stood up. This was quietly waiting for more instructions, a calm demeanor around him. He always liked to say he was the calm before the storm, though it was more of a joke when someone called him the storm. No one ever laughed but him.

Standing there he looked to Jaster, "Ready when you are." He finally turned to Joti, "Glad to see you doing well vod." As he turned back and prepared for the mission that was about to ensue.

Shai Maji Aloy Vizsla Jaster Awaud

 

[Jaster Awaud]

- It would seem that these young Mandalorians were ready to put some hurt on the enemies of the Clans. Steal from a Mandalorian use to be unthinkable, but after the hurt that the Sith did to their culture, many believed them weak. Jaster was ready to make them think again.

- Things were different before, UTC cargo was considered off limits by many criminals. His contracts with the Sempra Hutt Cartel, and being a Mandalorian meant that death followed those that stole from him. However, the Silver taking control of Hutt Space and the downfall of many of the Hutt's along with the Sith destroying his homeworld. Well it gave many the balls to steal medical supplies and other components from his trade transports. He did not have the means to protect his trade routes in the OPA anymore. His focus was in the Unknown Region, where the most of his profits were made. He consider pulling out of the region, but now it was a point of pride to never pull out here. Criminals would not be allowed to push him around. Instead, he would hit back, and hit back HARD.

- Jaster laughed a little, "I see your a spirited bunch." He bent over and pulled the rocket launcher from the crate. Turning to Shai Maji he passed her the massive weapon. "You asked so you get first go, blow the front door when we arrive, Vod Shai, you will be riding with me." He nodded to her and brought his helmet to his head. Placing his finger to where his ear would be his voice did not come out but it was apparent he was talking. Jaster looked to the hanger entrance and two Queen Mason Airspeeders entered the hanger, they were police variants. "The local police allowed me to borrow some speeders, not that they had a choice, blaster to the chiefs head and all." He laughed under his helmet and looked over to Aloy Vizsla and Talon Richwood "Vod Joti and Talon, you two seem friendly, you two can ride together, follow me and you should be good," He started to walk away but stopped to turn back to them, "Dont play with the sirens too much."

- He smiled a little under his helmet and walked over to one of the speeders. There were droid that were piloting the speeders, and he talked to them before everyone loaded up.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

"You too vode"

Hehh. Jaster, You shoulda seen us when we first met" She chuckles, Giving Talon's shoulder plate a light punch on her way past. After folding her staff and magnetizing it to her back, She hops into the driver's seat, Starting the engine.

Pistols? Check. Disruptor staff? Check. Hissing Ghosts? Double check. Thermal detonators? Triple check. Everything seemed to be in working order, And the Aruetii weren't expecting the squad of heavily armed mandalorians to roll up, So they should be fine.

"Talon. You watch my back, I watch yours? Not that either of us really need it, This should be a cake walk" She laughs.
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Truth be told, She had no idea what to expect, And was well aware that this could go sideways. But, She'd rather keep up the confidant appearance and not cloud her mind with doubt right now.

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Talon Richwood Shai Maji Jaster Awaud

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[Shai Maji]

Shai blinked in surprise but quickly managed to catch the missile launcher as Jaster tossed it to her. With a happy noise she hugged it close, following after him with an enormous smile behind her T-visor. "This is gonna be great!" she squealed as she hopped into the passenger seat of the police speeder. She carefully placed the launcher next to her before clicking the seatbelt into place. A rather awkward endeavor given her bulky armour, but safety always came first with driving. "This is the first time I'm sitting on this side if a police speeder." she quipped as she looked around her. "Though I get the idea heavy armour wasn't in the requirements for the seat size." she continued as she shifted to get more comfortable.

Rolling down the window, she gave the other two Mandos a casual salute. "Don't fall behind! I'd hate to let you miss the fireworks!" she called out before rolling it back up. She settled in and took off her helmet, resting it on her knee as she ruffled out her mane a bit. "Jeez this thing gets stuffy after a while." she mumbled as she finally relaxed, caressing the missile launcher as if it were some sort of pet. Anticipation was brimming inside her the more she looked at the weapon. She couldn't even remember the last time she used something like this.

Deciding to occupy her mind with something else, she glanced at Jaster once more. "So... does that rule about the sirens also count for us?" she asked him with a mischievous smirk forming on her lips. She was acting more like a kid with each passing minute... and the emotions within were keeping up spectacularly. At least it would shift somewhat once the bolts started flying... hopefully. With so many new toys to try out on this particular day, Shai was going to struggle keeping a straight face.

Jaster Awaud Talon Richwood Aloy Vizsla

 

[Talon Aegis]

Talon's shoulder moved with the blow as he turned with it following Joti, quietly laughing at her statement. Pulling his pistol he dropped the old clip on the way, he slid a new one in. Sliding the pistol back onto his holster he had a grin giving a little salute to Shai. Talon went to the side of the car, sliding the H1 onto his back. "With her as the driver I'm sure we'll make it early."

Talon had his rifle on his back, and he laughed hopping on behind her, "I will protect you the best I can."

Pulling his rifle off his back he slid the bolt-action back, sliding the hammer on its side, he looked down the scope for a second. Turning it to 4x he was getting, ready to go, "Ready when you are." Chuckling to himself, he was ready to see the power of this weapon at this range.

Shai Maji Aloy Vizsla Jaster Awaud

 

[Jaster Awaud]

- Jaster was enjoying as the trio took to the concept of blasting people away like fish to water. It reminded him when he and his brothers were conquering worlds back when the Clans broke out after the Plague. His older brother was the meant to lead, born and bred to lead House Awaud to a new beginning. His younger brother a genius engineer and the baby of the brothers an ace pilot second to none within the family. To think he was the last of the main family and the last of the brothers to continue to live. His adopted daughter and son both killed at the hands of the Sith, and the only women he loved missing for well over 10 years. It seemed that Jaster was just constantly followed by death, and yet it just would not keep him. Like a mythical beast that could never die, he is forced to watch the people he cares about die before him. Maybe that was just how Mandalorians were meant to see life, they were warriors and that meant accepting that their loved ones may die in battle. But that was in the past now, and he had to move on and look to the next generation.

- He tapped the droid on the shoulder and turned to the speeder and looked to the young women holding the bazooka as if it was a lover. He smiled under his helmet, it was a good choice to give the weapon to her. Jaster started up the speeder and radioed to the others. "Roger that Vod Talon, keep close cuz we are gonna break some rules on the way." He got off the radio and looked to Shai Maji , "We are Mandalorians, we only follow the Resol'nare, rules are meant to be broken, and I hope the other two think the same way."

- The Alor put his foot to the floor and pushed the speeder to its limits. House Awaud was a Space Nomad family, flying was in their blood. For fighter pilots, Jake, Jaster's brother, was the cream of the crop but Jaster himself was the better racer. He handled the speeder with a softness and like Shai, he handled it like they were lovers. The Mandalorian used the neural uplink within his cybernetic brain linked to the visual data in his helmet to anticipate the traffic he was weaving between. To outside onlookers it looked like the police speeder was in a high speed chase against a ghost ship.

- Without looking away from the street he radioed to the other, "Ready up, we are approaching." Still looking at the view port ahead of him he spoke to Shai, "Why not roll down the window and nock on the door for me."

- The view before them was of a large warehouse with several individuals in light combat armor standing guard. It looked like some more criminals were camping around a fire with their weapons at their sides. They seemed to not have any anti-vehicle weapons and mostly small arms. It was likely they were not expecting a heavily armed force of Mandalorians to kick down their door.

Aloy Vizsla | Talon Richwood​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

"Hah! I wouldn't miss this chit for the world, Vod! We'll be there." She calls out to Shai Maji , Returning the salute with her own playful two fingered salute before climbing into the driver's seat of the police speeder, Turning to Talon Richwood and giving him a low nod.

"Less so protect, More so let em know if anyone's cheating" She chuckles "Jokes aside, Thank you. I'm not sure what would have happened back there... And it's good to run with someone I can trust for once."

At that, She presses down on the pedal, Hurtling the speeder out of the garage and into the streets ahead. Joti was no pilot, But she was something of a Jump Trooper. One could apply similar dynamics from racing after targets with a jetpack or rocket-boots to racing with a speeder, Something that had served her well in the past. Though this wasn't a race, And she never tried to pass the lead vehicle to prove talon right about arriving early. She was keeping up rather well though, And rarely would they ever lose sight of her.

Suddenly Jaster's voice crackles over the radio, Informing them that they'd be arriving soon. Hearing the good news, She draws one of her Blaster Pistols, Pointing it in the air outside the window beside her in preparation for their little drive by .

"We're coming in hot, Get ready."

Talon Richwood Shai Maji Jaster Awaud ​

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[Shai Maji]

A giant grin appeared on Shai's face at the Alor's comment on what rules to follow. Looking down at the control panel, she reached over and flipped the switch for the sirens and lights with overwhelming tension in the air. The speeder started to wail and a maniacal laugh escaped the Shistavanen as she slipped her helmet back on. For the rest of the ride she was watching the traffic zoom past and glancing behind them to check where the other speeder was. Reaching over, she picked up the speeder's radio and opened a channel with their vehicle. <"What's tha matter, ladies? Strugglin' ta keep up?"> she quipped with a snicker before sitting back, hoping that she pressed a button or two with them. This evening was just a blast so far... and was literally going to be one in the next few moments as well.

Jaster gave his order and Shai followed it immediately. She rolled down the window and got the launcher in position. It was a little awkward, but she managed. With a deep breath she painted her target and fired away, watching with bright eyes as the missile sailed ahead and impacted the door, blowing it apart in a spectacular light show. She brought the launcher back into the vehicle and placed it aside to draw her pistol. <"Let's do this!"> she called out as she got ready to fight. She only hoped that the speeder could take a few hits before they could get out... unless they were feeling adventurous. <"What if we hop out an' let tha speeders ram 'em?"> she suggested, hoping for an excuse to be able to use her jetpack. She was going to use it anyway... she just wanted to use it a few moment longer.

Jaster Awaud Aloy Vizsla Talon Richwood

 

[Talon Aegis]

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"No problem, if you weren't there, I would've probably died if you didn't pull me off that spike." This caused him to look down at this chest for a second, his armor had to be reforged after the events, the pain still remained, though it had become more bearable.

Talon pulled his poncho from over his front putting it behind his neck. Pulling his beskad off his back he slid it into the compartment between the door and the seat. With his pistol out, he said, "Well, I'm ready to give them hell." Thinking upon the instructions, he chuckled to himself for a second.

"Get me close enough to an enemy vehicle, I will board it." With this he started to spin his revolver barrel until it lay on an explosive round. This would probably do enough damage to destroy a speeder if needed, though he'd rather do the honorable thing and use a melee weapon. Sliding the pistol back onto his side, he only had one on him, the other remaining on his ship for when this one was destroyed or lost.

His H1 on his back he opened his window pulling his beskad onto him, "Vod, I'm going to get onto the roof soon, if you need anything, my direct comlink is open." This brought a grin to the Mandalorian's face, he was getting ready to pull himself on the roof and protect the car from up there. If he got what he wanted, then he would do hand-to-hand combat with someone up there.

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