Restoration II: Electric Boogaloo [TU Dominion of Druckenwell]

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: 3A - Kill
Location: Druckenwall, outside Kalandra
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"]
1/20

//NEW PRIME DIRECTIVE.//​

//EXTERMINATE.//​

//REND THE FLESH.//​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTd5eQbyZsQ​

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A planet Abraxas had never been to before, yet the very reason he was there didn't make the experience anymore interesting or new. Awakened from his stasis-crypt like many a time prior to this, the monstrosity armed and armored himself clad in distributional execution and the faceless nature of his helmet. It was a primal fear to die by the hand of something human, yet be unable to see the face or the features of the attacker. The fear of victims was what intrigued Abraxas more than other emotions; however, the reaction was recorded enough to understand that not everyone expressed it the same way. A collection of screams, a gallery of the distorted features just as pain was wrought.

In short, Abraxas wasn't company anyone would wish to keep. Lest they desired to be the research for a deranged lab experiment with enough drugs in his system to put down a terentatek several times over.

There wasn't much else to go over, other than the final fact that the creation had a new toy to play with. A personal blade forged just for him, one that he intended to use quite often in the near future on the pirates that would be his very reason for being out of stasis. Already unstable in mind, this could push the creation even further over the edge of what is reality and what is delusion. His wrath could very well be his own undoing in time if he wasn't careful about his condition.

Another day, another murder.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two
Post: 2/20
Other People on this Objective: [member="Olom Grihk"]?, [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ross Jusik"], [member="Khaleel Malvern"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

"What the kark.."

Overdrive breathed, perfectly sculpted brows drawing together miles away.

"What?"

Bazza paused, about to enter the waters.

"I'm reading a lot of activity.. Which considering it's a secret underground volcano lair that no one has known about or been near for years.."

This was basically some bizarre happenstance going on here. The Techno Union with their all powerful, all knowing spy network had only recently unearthed this information again, the pirates who hadn't actually been on planet that long had stayed to their crime city and had nothing to do with this area and no reason or resources to dig for info on a facility like this, and yet somehow, regardless of the fact that she'd made sure to move before anyone else, somehow there were multiple points of entry and data spikes. Oh well. Whatever. Some people just didn't respect the flavour of a secret underground volcano lair.

"What're we doing lady?"

"Dive. I'm not seeing spikes near the service entry I'm sending you to."

"Right-o."

Tossing the dog, who had unwillingly been fitted with a rebreather at last over the edge, the two men followed suit, flipping off into the water. Say this for men who were in large part machine, they sank quickly. If not for the miniature DPV's they held, they may have actually had trouble aiming themselves. It was easy enough to keep them on track though, Overdrive simply overlaid a course in red on Bazzas vision. The bonuses of employing someone with sliceable cybernetic eyes, and one of the reasons she made sure hers were the absolute latest model. She did not want anyone doing the same to her.

It didn't take long for them to reach what she assumed had been a maintenance or supply shaft. The hatch was long since rusted shut and banged slightly out of shape, but she'd anticipated this. The whole abandoned secret lair that no one knew about or had touched for a really long time bit. Motioning the dog over, Retto pulled some gear from his harness, including a spanner and underwater welding tools and set to work. When he was satisfied he returned the tools to their place and nodded at Bazza, who put his considerable cybernetically enhanced physique to work.

There was no real noise underwater, so the slow opening of the hatch was almost anti-climactic. The room below was dark and water filled, taking out a glowstick, Retto cracked it, and dropped it in, the green glow lighting a perfectly plain, ordinary metal room. With an exchanged look and a shrug the two men and dog made their way in, pulling the hatch shut behind them. A moments searching found the control to drain the room. With a push, the water began draining out, replaced by breathable if somewhat stale air.

"Readings are good, I'd save the rebreathers."

"Never did like wearing them buggers, they cover up my charmin' smile."

With his permenant metallic grin, Bazza moved to the next door as the lastof the water drained away.

"This needs a bloody code Lady, hope you got it."

"Jack in."

"What with a Lady watchin'?"

"In ya moron."

"Ah right, that's me."

Stepping up, prosthetic arm extended, Retto removed a few wires and spliced them into the doors control panel. Overdrive, went to work immediately. There was only so much one could do from a door panel, but it was more than most thought. Given time she could get everything right from here, but if others were present she didn't have that kind of time. She needed to be at a more direct control panel.

Still, the door was opened easily enough, and through it she gained access to the basic security system. It would take a little work to get complete control of it of course, but she was already starting to gain access to the cameras that still worked as well as all the other doors. Which meant that on top of being able to close and lock them at will, she could see where they'd been opened and use that to extrapolate where her competition were, to both avoid and slow them.

Game on.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: B: Serving the self-interest
Location: Volcano Facility
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Jeong Hye"]
Enemies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[2/20]

Always on the move.

Dark circles were etched under the padawan’s eyes, and her normally glowing skin was a little pale from lack of sunshine. She and Walker hadn’t stopped, rested or even breathed fresh air in… well, she had no idea how long it had been. But they were now off to another location, something to protect, something to disassemble, a prize to steal.

He was always chasing something.

But eventually that momentum would falter, the pace unsustainable. And it would all come crashing down.

And Setzi was not sure she wanted to be nearby when it did.

However presently, she, Malvern and Starchaser were inside a facility, deep underwater in a submarine volcano. The exploration team had to use a hydrophone to find it, as underwater volcanos were notoriously difficult to detect. She did marvel at the sights when they entered the research building, the gas bubbles leaking out of the volcano, the immense craters on the sea bed and the volcano itself as it rose up from the same sea floor, a craggy dark mountain that would never see the sun.

She sat with Khaleel and Coren as they reminisced about Arda. Like the tropical planet itself, Coren was a breath of fresh air on this trip.

"Long morning, already?"

“Is it still morning?” Setzi countered. “It’s hard to tell hundreds of meters underwater. I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me it was night already,” she said with a warm smile.

 

[Freanne]

Objective: 3A
Allies: [member="Abraxas"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]
1/20


Lieutenant Roscoe had landed with a platoon of troops, all ready to help remove the pirate scum from a distance. She packing her usual gear, and all she had to do was wait for the order to strike, and that order would come from marek. She moved into position silently and under cover, each fire team as they moved was covered by two more. They worked by the numbers and they came home by the numbers, that was how they rolled. She also had personal thing with this planet, this is where her brothers died fighting the omega protectorates. She joined up to avenge them, after naboo she had that after the wan tum slaughter of omega troops. She remember feeling sick as she walked through the pile of dead, they lost battle that day. Though she had her fill of revenge, know was time the to come to peace.

To Marek, lt Roscoe and her platoon checking in, and awaiting orders. She sent them message to her Superior and waited for that order to strike.

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

[3/20]
Objective: 3 B
Location: The bridge of The Shadow's damnation (Space above Druckenwell)
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Anija Betna"] and [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: The Pirates [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Mirshko Betna"] and [member="Kuryr"]

Zrixtas nodded and then pointed towards the station that Draco had given the order to broadside. "Ensign scan the station and display it on the holo monitor I want the weak spots highlighted." Zrixtas ordered as the Ensign as he walked back to his seat. It felt good to actually be in charge for a change and as he sat down in the captains chair he looked on as the cruiser took it's position. "Get the fighter squadrons ready for launch I doubt the pirates will make this easy just because we have this ship." He then said to the elderly ship captain next to his seat, the man bowed and moved to the side towards the communication's and staging station.
When everything was ready and the station was put up on the holo viewer he looked over the station and then when the vulnerable points were highlighted he simply gestured for the weapons controllers to lock on to the spots. 'I've always wanted to say this' He thought as he pointed at the station. "Fire!"

 

[Kuryr]

Location: Warehouse on the edge of Kalandra (NOT NEXT TO ANYONE)
Objective: 3b (DOING STUFF NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT, NOPE NOT A PIRATE YET!!)
Allies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] (AND NO ONE ELSE)
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Nearby : [member="Arrbi Betna"][member="Mirshko Betna"]

adjusting his jumpsuit so that it fit a little better Kuryr sighed heavily. His large frame look completely out of place in the orange and white, there was going to be no mistaking him from any of the others. The rest of his little strike team was getting themselves ready for the big event to start, they all had slugthrower pistols tucked into hidden spots, ot in the case of Leslin, strapped to his chest. Kuryr tried not to laugh, it was obvious that Leslin thought he had the lucky blaster this week, so he was trying to gain as much luck from it as possible. Chuka was moving from man to man, ensuring that they looked the part of a maintenance crew, she was meticulous to a point that astonished even Kuryr. Adding her to his crew was the best thing he had ever done, she was by far the best slave he had ever purchased. Her freedom had been hard fought and she deserved every ounce of it now.

He glanced over at Bellatrix and nodded, she was a bit too pretty to be confused for a lowly tech crew member, but there was nothing he could do about it, she was part of his trusted inner circle, even if her status was still one of a slave. She was confident and capable and he was going to have a hard time keeping the leash on her for much longer. "Lauron, get the hoversled ready to begin loading the crates. As soon as the paint is dry enough to load the shuttle, I want the cargo going aboard." He said, pointing to the dozen or so stolen Armatech crates nearby. They had all of the equipment and weapons that would be needed to make the operation work, but he was still weary of how well this would go. He wasn't sure who or what would be waiting on those ships. He was hoping that the pirates in system got bold and decided to show themselves, the added chaos would help them through many of the problems that they could face.

He walked over to Bellatrix, just as Chuka was finishing her rough assessment of her uniform, " Boss are you sure you want to bring the flesh with you?" Chuka asked, not caring that Bellatrix was standing right next to her. " She could end up a liability for your team."

" Chuka, I told you, she's coming, your arguments won't change anything. She will be with me and I'll keep an eye on her." He replied with a frown. " Or do you not think I'm capable of controlling one slave on my team?" His question was more rhetorical in nature, Chuka wouldn't complain any further.

"You better do your job, flesh." She said baring her fangs and hissing loudly at Bellatrix as she walked away.

Kuryr sighed deeply, he didn't need this right before an important mission. Everyone needed to be focused on the job. " You will do fine little one. You have survived Chuka's training, I have never seen her train anyone so hard. I think she really does hate you, prove her wrong."

 

[Kuryr]

Double post

 

[Kuryr]

Triple post

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Outskirts of Kalandra; enroute to Techno Union facility [Nearby to Kuryr and co, but not in the same building. A few streets over. Can possibly be seen by Olom Grihk.]
Objective: Two
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]; Techno Union Forces, hopefully [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]; @Kuryr; Possibly [member="Olom Grihk"]
Post: [3/20]

[[OOC: I am NOT associated with the Pirates in any way shape or form. Please do not assume. My original location tag was in error and has been corrected, [member="Zrixtas"] ]]

Their trek through the city was... for the most part uneventful, save a few skirmishes with local Pirates and other riffraff. According to the map Arrbi had provided they were nearing the approximate location for the Techno Union base. Or at least where they had been told it would be. From the sound of things, this [member="Draco Vereen"] knew his stuff. Sighing, Mirshko turned her attention back to the task at hand.

This was really, only the second time Da had taken her along on missions, and she had to admit she was rather enjoying it. It did give her a chance to work on her blaster skills, for one. As the Protector squad moved through the city, she began using her scanners to check the surrounding area for more hostiles. Here and there, her scanners picked up lifesigns peppered through the surrounding buildings. Most of them were stationary, however.

There was one in particular that caught her interest. She got the distinct feeling of being watched. How that could be, she didn't know. the sense she got was vague at best - a tingling at the back of her neck more than anything. And it left her nervous. Frowning, she turned towards Arrbi. "Da, I want to check something out to our west. I shouldn't be long."

 

[Olom Grihk]

Location: On top of a small stack of cargo containers by the warehouse in question.

Objective: 2

Nearby: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

Post: 2/20


Olom looked, noticing the movements around him. His eyes were sharper than the average humanoid, aware of frequencies most humanoids could not see. They were moving about in slow patterns, but he would descend from his position to meet them soon enough, waiting for them to approach. He could sense the force about him, noting how it swirled and whirled. There were may weak sparks of energy--each having its own aura, but none of them necessarily strong or powerful. However, that could have been simple concealment. Still, multiple force-wielders in an area this concentrated meant trouble, regardless. Still, he could find the materials he was looking for. The question was which side to take in the ensuing conflict.


One group was already moving cargo, but they weren't doing so silently. The other group was close approaching. That was when he heard it, barely. His evolved auditory sense picked up a faint voice--a young one, if his knowledge of human pitch progression was accurate--and heard it say something. "Check....our west..." was all he could pick out over the noise of moving dock equipment and industrial yard work, and even that had taken some focus. They were moving closer. Good. It would be easier to find a conflict, and then emerge the hero.


He didn't want to probe surface emotions of any involved, that would garner attention. He instead focused on the most probable answers. A good hundred scenarios ran through his mind, like simulations on a computer. The most likely was that the young owner of the voice--he could never tell genders apart from a distance on humanoids--was sensitive to the force, and had detected an inkling of his presence, or that of the ship's crew. The young creature would advance in curiosity, like most younglings too naive to realize the danger. The larger humanoids around her would either try to stop or follow her. If she ran into the other group, he could try to "save" her, which might help him later. Or, he could instead simply attack the child's bodyguards, allying himself with the ship's crew. They seemed like the type to enjoy slaves, and he was sure bringing them a few would be profitable. Still, it left a bad taste in his mouth. Despite being a Sith, he was never fond of the concept of compulsory service through enslavement. Debt and war, certainly, but not enslavement. Slaves inevitably sought to escape or rebel. He had managed to do both himself. No, the best servants were those who believed they had chosen to serve you of their own accord. Like those Togorian terrorists he had made his lackeys while the other Sith were busy making statues of themselves with slave labor--slave labor that no longer was loyal to the same empire.



He wished he had the face to make a wry smile that didn't look like some sort of predatory fish sizing up prey. He instead maintained a dour, quiet solemnity. The sort of cold, soft hatred that festers within all men at some point. He calmly quieted his thoughts, letting the noise balance among the others.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Druckenwell Orbit, Bes'Drahr Battleship - Engineering Bay [Totally NOT on the Bridge ]
Objective: 3B - Make sure things aren't broken
Allies: @Zrixtas @Seanna Vel [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] and pirates
Post: [4/20]


Well, Ok. Glaring in Draco's direction was figurative at best from where she was in the main Engineering Bay. Right now though, she had more important concerns than her... distrust of one Draco Vereen. And that was putting it mildly. Sure, he'd apologized. But, she wasn't one to forget easily. Shaking her headat her train of thought, she swore softly and turned her head back to the schematics floating in front of her.

Leaning forward, she activated the same schematic on her console, and tied in the internal scans to help overlay the areas of concern. Instantly, several areas of the schematic flashed yellow, indicating areas where the systems weren't functioning as intended. Frowning again, she began muttering a string of commands to ANNE, who helpfully overlaid more data on it via Anija's uplink with the ship's systems. That extra little bit of data was...interesting.

She looked closer at the datastream and sighed. It appeared there was a short somewhere in the power flow before it reached the inertial dampners. Reaching out with one gloved hand, she used a motion with her fingers to expand that part of the schematic. When it solidified again, she cursed softly. Somehow, the power cables feeding into that system where being shunted off to another, and only one was tied directly into that system. As she realized this, she swore loudly. Well, at least the other issues didn't look as bad. But intertial dampners were important. That is... unless her vode enjoyed the thought of becoming nothing more than a smear on the bulkheads.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Warehouse on the outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Kuryr"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Nearby : [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[3/20]

With her large Cathar hands, Chukka grabbed Bellatrix and roughly jostled her around, mostly to make sure her weapons were well concealed. But at the sudden frisking, the half-Chiss moved back a couple steps and in a low voice, steeped in threat, said:

“Would you like for me to break the other wrist too?”

But instead of lashing out, Chukka only complained to Kuryr, as usual, about her performance. For once, her oft-times intimidating Pirate Master sounded sympathetic. Even though Bellatrix felt like charging after the menacing Cathar after she turned her back, she only gave a supplicating nod to Kuryr.

“I will do my best to please you,” she said. Now that she had, not only his ear but his praise, there was no reason to spoil it by broadcasting her anger and frustration at Chukka.

But as soon as the Taung Pirate was distracted and out of earshot, she curled her lip into a sneer and cursed at the Cathar in broken Cheunh.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two
Post: 3/20
Other People on this Objective: Olom Grihk?, Jaster of Clan Awaud, Ross Jusik, Khaleel Malvern, Coren Starchaser, Setzi Lunelle

"Is that blaster fire?"

"Mm, a lot of the cameras are no longer functional, but I'm getting sporadic visuals. Follow instructions and we should be fine. Looks like the group furthest in is trying to head for the central core."

"Isn't that where we need to go?"

"No, that is where an amateur would need to be. Central cores generally just have the most processing power and memory archiving. Get to a main terminal, spike it and I can access all that without needing to be near the core."

"Without needin' us near the core you mean."

"If you're not near the core, I'm really not near the core, but yes."

"Eh, works for us either way. I reckon I've lost enough flesh for one lifetime."

"So long as y'still have the important bits!"

"Ha! That's right Retto! I got the proof I'ma man right here!"

Bazza grabbed at his crotch as the two strutted down the corridor, lit only by the green glow of their lights, this being a long abandoned facility and all. No one leaves the lights on for decades. Kibi loped along after them on his prosthetic legs, tongue lolling.

"Lovely."

Jeong muttered, not transmitting that bit. With a roll of her eyes she set to work with what she had already. The BadDogs had their course and it would take them several minutes to get to the nearest major terminal and see if it was still operational. Until then she could and intended to slow down the others present. They wanted to head for the central core? Fine and dandy. She would close all the doors between them and there and set them on rotating codes. Have fun cracking that. It was possible, or they could use explosives of course, but it would slow them down, and that was really all that mattered.

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

[4/20]
Objective: 3 B
Location: The bridge of The Shadow's damnation (Space above Druckenwell)
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Anija Betna"] and [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: The Pirates, [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] and [member="Kuryr"]

He watched as the first of the salvo's and long range cannons began to fire at the station and he couldn't help but feel amused. 'Come now Flesh bags give me a challenge' He thought to himself as he clenched on of his fists around the armrest and then asked the Ensign to send another hail to [member="Draco Vereen"]'s ship. "Everything is as ordered Commanded Vereen you are free to engage at close range while I'll keep them distracted for you sir." He said respectfully before he gave a respectful nod to Draco as he then gestured to the ensign to cut the transmission.
"Sir there are a few strike craft incoming! They are carrying insertion pods Captain!" The elderly man suddenly burst out as he stood at the strike craft commanding and radar station. "Put it on the display screen!" Zrixtas commanded as he stood up and pointed at the elderly officer and then at the nervous Ensign who flinched. "Do IT!" He said increasing the volume of his vocal processor to a shout.
"R-Right away sir!" The ensign said as the holo projector came up with the ship in the middle and the approaching craft coming from the station. "Launch all fighters, command the droid ones to concentrate on the fighter crafts while the other pilot focus on the insertion pods I want none of them to reach this ship AM I CLEAR!" He commanded them and was quite surprised at the sudden show of discipline and military salutes as they all acknowledged his order.
'Huh? well this is surprising.' He thought as he then looked from the bridge crew and towards the holo projector. 'Something is wrong here...'

 

[Kuryr]

Location: Warehouse on outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3b, get to ship with repair crews and fight pirates
Allies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: Pirate bastards
Close by: @Arrbi Benta [member="Mirshko Betna"]

Kuryr knew that there was going to be a bit of a problem between Bellatrix and Chuka at some point. There would be a challenge to the pecking order and he was eager to see how it played out. Losing either woman wasn't an appealing idea, he hopes that whoever won left the other alive, of for nothing more that it hurt the Pact. Perhaps when this job was done he would allow them to fix their problem. The Blood Pact was a very loose collection of pirates and cutthroats, but his vanguard was the exception, they were his elite, and a spot of the vanguard was coveted by everyone aboard. Shares were better and the gear was the best available to the pirates. Bellatrix was well on her way to joining his elite cadre, if she could survive long enough to gain their trust. He had worked much of her training into her debt, as well as her rather expensive drug habit. He was using all of this to keep her firmly in his grasp, plans were in the works for a more permanent solution but until he figured out how to get it, he would have to keep her content and subservient.

The twins were beginning to supervise the cargo loading when he noticed that they had started shoving each other again. He gripped the side of the helmet tightly in his hand tightly ,his greenish knuckles turning white. " Just for one day, can you two stop this bickering and get things going?" He said as he approached the two of them. He was the only person they were so afraid of that they wouldn't argue with, and it he was glad for it, because he sometimes felt that the only way to solve the problem was to kill one of them.

"Sorry Boss"

Yeah, Kuryr, we're sorry."

They both began moving again, Leslin grabbing the crate while Lauron moves the hoversled into place. Kuryr nodded and walked off, he had spent enough time playing peace keeper on this job and it hadn't even started yet. He watched from a distance as several pirates packed the remaining crates up, they would be half empty, but it was less about bringing in a full load as making it seem like they had a full load. No crew in the galaxy would show up with only half of its supplies, he might have been a pirate but he knew how the systems worked. They still had quite few crates to get loaded with stuff, some of them were actual ship parts, while others were just filled with junk to make them weigh more. The illusion was the important part, that would be the part that got them through the next few hours.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two
Post: 4/20
Other People on this Objective: Olom Grihk?, Jaster of Clan Awaud, Ross Jusik, Khaleel Malvern, Coren Starchaser, Setzi Lunelle

A slight shudder shook the floor beneath the mens feet, barely perceptible.

"What the kark was that? Are they usin' explosives now? We're under the damned water! They could flood the place!"

"You have your rebreathers. Besides, it's just the volcano."

"Lady that don't make me feel any better."

"Rebreathers don't help with lava!"

"Please, it's still stable. It is active though, some activity is to be expected. Barring a catastrophic eruption the facility is built to last regardless. Unless you're an utter idiot you do not build a flimsy base in an active volcano."

"What."

"She say's we're fine."

"Right."

"Is this it then?"

The faintly glowing trail only Bazzas cybernetic eyes could see faded out, directly into a wall.

"Yes, there should be wall terminal behind that panel."

"Why?"

"I would assume, not being the architect, because this is an underwater volcano lair and it would be a target to enemies. In the event of a breach there are numerous bulkheads. They wouldn't want their terminals all stuck on the wrong side of one. This is likely an emergency terminal, which means it ought to have access to everything they thought was important."

"Well that's bloody convenient."

"Isn't it?"

"Much better'n bein' sent to the bloody core and whatever yahoos are slingin' their guns about there. Maybe we'll keep workin' for you Lady."

"How kind of you. Remove the panel."

"Never any small talk, a man'd start to think you don't care."

"What a shame that would be."

"When do we meet in person?"

"The day you both want to die instead of collect another pay check."

"..right. Removing the panel."

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Next to Mirshko
Objective: Two, I think
Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: I have zero idea at this point

Betna really, honestly had little idea what was going on outside of the basics. He was on Druckenweld, he was with his daughter, somewhere else was his wife, and they were shooting what looked to be pirates while making their way to some sort of hidden facility owned by the Techno Union. He heard that it was finder's keepers in the secret lab or base, which meant bonus pay of sorts for the Mandalorians on the planet. It was a win-win in Betna's book.

It had been pretty uneventful so far. A few skirmishes here, a few brawls there. Nothing truly challenging for the group, though they treated it no differently than a full out battle. Complacency got warriors killed.

When his daughter spoke up about investigating something nearby, Betna hesitated. He wanted to accompany his daughter and keep her safe, but knew that she was getting older. Soon, she'd pass her Verd'goten and become an adult in the Mandalorian society, which meant he couldn't coddle her and keep her safe. She had to learn how to survive without her buir there to help her. Feeling like he was making a terrible decision, but unable to fight out of the logic of the choice, Betna simply nodded.

"That's fine, but be quick. Very quick," he told his daughter after a moment. "And don't take any unnecessary risks. Your mother will kill me if anything happens to you."

He chuckled a bit at his own joke, but the two knew that Anija was very protective over the two of them. He called a handful of Protectors over and turned back to Mirshko.

"Take some help with you, though," he gestured to the four Mandalorians standing beside them. "They'll keep you safe if anything happens and help you if you need something, alright, Mir'ika?"

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Outskirts of Kalandra; enroute to Techno Union facility [Nearby to Kuryr and co, but not in the same building. A few streets over. Can possibly be seen by Olom Grihk.]
Objective: Two
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]; Techno Union Forces, Mandalorian Protectors
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Kuryr"] | Possibly [member="Olom Grihk"]
Post: [5/20]

There was that strange feeling again of being watched. Frowning, Mirshko tried to pinpoint it... but she didn't have much luck. She was still receiving training in how to use her Force Skills. And with how busy Mom was lately, that training was sporadic at best. She frowned slightly. Whatever it was, it seemed to be coming from the direction of the warehouse a few streets over. She could just see it's bulk peeking over the roofs of the squat buildings closer to them.

She could feel a sense of... protectiveness from him.. at least a hint of it. His body language spoke of it as she saw him move a step or two closer in reflex. it was the same action she'd seen from Muad several times recently. And she well understood the reasoning for his decision to send a squad or Protectors with her. She was still young, and was well known for getting herself into trouble on occasion. Still the thought of having the other Protectors tag along caused her to sigh slightly.

She knew Da meant well. And so, she accepted it. One of those parent things. She reached up and gripped his hand a moment, looking up into his visor. "I'll be careful, Da. I promise.." she said solemnly before checking her blaster once more and heading off in the direction of the warehouse. She knew how to move silently. Manda knew she did, with as many times as she'd avoided trouble at home. Mostly she got into mischief. Nothing overly serious.

But this... was different. Biting her lip, Mirshko guided her squad forward towards the warehouse, moving cautiously as she did so. The feeling of being watched intensified, though she still couldn't pinpoint the source. It made her skin crawl. Frowning, she inched forward towards the warehouse. When she was close enough to see, she crouched and surveyed the area, doing her best to blend in with her surroundings. Not that she could visually. And in the Force, her presence only dimmed slightly.

What she saw made her gasp and trade looks with her Protector escorts. A shuttle rested next to the warehouse, with a crisp Armatech logo painted on the side.. She'd seen it before, as an imprint on her mother's new beskar'gam. There were several people and they looked to be busy loading crates into the shuttle. It was strange. What was an ArmaTech crew doing on the surface. From what she knew, most if not all of Armatech crews were in orbit helping to test the ships/ That's where mom was, at least.

Quickly, she turned and issued orders to the four men with her. She was hoping that they could draw the pirates off long enough for her to sneak closer and take a look. One, she sent back o report to Da. In the meantime, she could hear faint sounds of scuffling around her as her escorts took out some of the warehouse guards. Those they could see at any rate. It didn't take long for a path to clear. Mirshko crept towards towards the shuttle, careful to keep it between her and whoever these people were.

With quiet movements, she pried the lid off one of the crates and set it down slowly. Inside, rested an assortment of tools and parts. She frowned, and replaced the lid on the crate. If this was in fact an Armatech group, they would have been a bit more obvious. She squinted at the shuttle and the paint job. The paint looked fresh. Something wasn't adding up. As she squatted next to the crate, trying to make sense of it, a shuffling and harried words reached her ears from the other side of the shuttle.

Cursing under her breath, she moved forwards a little and silently puled the lid off another crate. This one was empty. She knew she didn't have time to meet up with her escorts. Carefully, she dropped down into the crate and pulled the ;id closed over top of herself. Her pulse rated. She didn't know what she was doing. But she knew she wouldn't have been able to make it back to the outer wall without being seen. She just hoped they'd leave the crate alone and she could return to Da after.

Once she had settled, she coded a quick message and sent it to Arrbi. <Found a crew of what looks to be Armatech people loading gear onto a shuttle a few warehouses down from your location. I had to hide to avoid detection. Hopefully, they will leave and I can meet up with you soon. ~M> With a stab of a finger, she sent it.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location:Hyperspace
Objective: 3 B
Allies: Draco Vereen @Anija Betna [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemy: Kuryr

Giving a another nod towards Draco in this short time she learn a lot from these people, "Draco, this planet has seen many bad things, I can still feel all the souls lost upon the planet." it was past coming to hunt me once again that what it would be for the rest of her life. Even so she would learn from this trip more then she could hope for to put the past to rest. It wasn't always like this but soon very soon it would be like this always for her. In her way she was breed for something more then she was shaping up to be.

Even so she saw what being done on the screen in to the point on of Draco man that was manning the weapons system waved her over. Even then she knew just by his own action he was cheeking herself out. In it all she was already cheeking this one out also, to see what he was up to asking her over. It really to just how her how some of the inter workings of the ships would do when in battle or something more.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Location: Still on top of the cargo undisturbed.
Objective: I've honestly lost track, but maybe 2
Nearby: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] @Kuryr @Bellatrix Celvina




Olom calmly, quietly watched as the smaller one set off with a few men as protection. He recognized the armor of the guards--Mandalorian. He remember the last time he had fought Mandalorians, when he had invaded Yaga Prime and single handedly killed a dozen of them. These four did not seem as poorly trained. Still, Mandalorians had certain tendencies in their code of honor--predictable behaviors, which could be exploited, similar to many Jedi and Sith. Still she seemed to be spying on the ship.



The ship that was painted way too nicely to be a cargo trawler on this wrecked world. A nice, interesting ship. A ship that could easily be used to relocate assets. A shame he wasn't smuggling. Not because he was opposed to the form, but because he had nothing of value to smuggle. More's the pity. The child moved, ordering the men to approach and distract the would-be interlopers. And then...the child went into a box. Likely a tactical misstep, but not an uneventful one. He focused, not on any presence around him, but the flow of time, of possible futures and permutations from this unlikely coincidence of a child in a box next to smugglers dressed like laborers grabbing boxes.


The diminutive lord of evil snickered slightly. He could have stopped this, cutting open the box and dramatically saving the girl in heroic fashion. Then again, he also could have cared for the welfare of an apparently suicidally curious Mandalorian child. But neither of those ideas seemed helpful. He levitated a small holo-recorder up and took a few quick "shots" of the ship, slowly and silently, having no interest in provoking a reaction. Not yet, anyhow. He slowly brought the holo-recorder back to his hand, pocketing it in his robes and sighing. Hmmm, what next? He should have brought popcorn. Or fried Monkey-lizard pancreas. He did enjoy crunchy textures, as texture was the only pleasure in food to a species without taste.