Return what is ours!

[Marius]

Prologue:​

Spoiler

With the planet of Gromas secured to the Mandalorian reign, three Mandalorians find a track from the phrik thieves on Gromas that leads towards Nar Shadaa, hinting of a possible hideout of the band of thieves who were 'exporting' the valuable material of phrik away from Gromas before the Mandalorians' intervention halted the criminals' operation. These three Mandalorians - [member="Gray Raxis"] , [member="Kaeda Vevut"] , [member="Marius"] - are off to an adventure to where the track leads - the notorious Nar Shadaa.

Spoiler

Despite the moon's colorful residents from all over the galaxy, three Mandalorians hand by hand would indeed take the eyes of most crime lords operating on Nar Shadaa. Would their armor and combat capabilities be enough to save them from the peril they were getting into?​

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Location: Somewhere on the streets of Nar Shadaa

Equipment: Standard non-beskar Mandalorian armor made mainly of durasteel and alum, His well maintained beskad sheathed on his back, old blaster pistol on his hip, a generic vibrodagger, one wrist blaster part of the armor's utilities.
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Ever since being on atmospherical level of Nar Shadaa, Marius was in awe at the metropolis that the whole moon was. He had never been on such a highly urbanized planet and the man felt a certain amount of cultural shock even when they had disembarked from their ship and had their feet on the ground. Such a bustling activity of people was way beyond any masses of sentients he had seen before. Still looking around like a newborn baby Marius observed the sentients that kept passing by, noticing that not a few of the residents were giving more than just a glance towards the trio of Mandalorians.

Somehow escaping the clutches of the cultural shock, Marius looked at both of his partners. Both, unlike him, seemed quite unimpressed by Nar Shadaa, or if they were nothing of their body language hinted such. They seemed quite focused on their objective here and the Teresman had to do the same.

Tightening the utility belt that went diagonally around his torso, he concentrated on his surroundings more for possible threats rather than looking starstruck at the metropolis. That was all he could, monitor for threatening behavior. Marius, otherwise, was useless. He did not even posses the basic knowledge of the galaxy that he was now in, what remains of tracking down the thieves of phrik in such a crowded urbanized environment.

"Now what?" Marius asked the obvious question to his partners, his bad skills and accent in Basic went hand-to-hand with his emotionless tone. Glancing at his partners for an answer and then turning back again to monitor the surroundings as best as he could.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree sat inside the Pink Palace, it was a slow and quiet day for her. Everyone was busy of course but her mind was on what to do about the crime lords that had been demanding credits from her to keep her people and her business safe.

If she didn't pay them, they'd return and destroy the rooms again, she feared they'd do worse, that they might hurt the staff, and that the Zeltron couldn't handle. So..what to do. Mercenaries, maybe.

They'd work for credits, and would the credits be better spent protecting her staff, than in the pocket of a crime lord who would be back demanding payment again, and again.

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Marius"]
Filius Stellarum was standing on top of one of Nar Shaddaa's tall skyscrapers. He felt on top of the world. Overlord was gone, fallen to his rifle. For once in his life, Filius was not haunted by his past. His family had been avenged, the creature who had made him what he was was rotting in whatever pit dead Hutts went to. Filius was truly free to do as he pleased.

With great pride, Filius sat down, letting his legs hang out into space. He accessed the holonet uplink in his cybernetics and navigated to the central hub where mercenaries and assassins offered their services. Though Filius was no longer required to be an assassin, it was all he knew how to do. It would suffice for now. If anything it would make him money.

Quickly, Filius began setting up a file that would be accessible to the general public. He filled in the required slots, surprised that a criminal board would have so many administrative requirements. When he was finished, the post said this:

JOB WANTED
Skilled sniper and infiltrator looking for work. Capable of providing assassination, escort, overwatch, and security services. Capable of working in a team. Flexible in regards to pay and timing. Direct contact only.

His post complete, Filius sat back and enjoyed the Nar Shaddaa skyline.

 

[Kaeda Vevut]

[member="Marius"] [member="gray raxis"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Filius Stellarum"]

"Now what?"

"Well, we tracked the thieves back to here. They're holed up with some criminal gang here, I'll bet a lot on that. We just have to figure out who..." She responded. She paced for a few moments, trying to think of how to roost the information out.

"We could try putting it out there that we have a prisoner who is close to spilling...if we do it right, they should come to us..." She turned to her comrades. "What do you think, we could spread it through the bars, then wait until they come a knockin?"

 

[Marius]

When Kaeda mentioned of bars, Marius acknowledged his sickness from travelling in hyperspace. He seemed like he would never get used to it. The Teresman made a grimace under his helm and nodded to his female Mandalorian partner.
"Good idea. Know locals, find locals." Marius stated plainly then quickly added. "A drink would be good after hyperlight, hyperspace." He corrected himself.

Without even awaiting any response from both his Mandalorian partners he ventured forth. The moment he did that, the Teresman noticed that even more eyes seemed to spawn out of everywhere to observe them. It was the bloody armor, Marius shook his head at the fact that this armor was taking everyones' eyes. Hopefully it would be good enough to prevent blaster fire equal to all these eyes.

"Clan Raxis buys." Marius looked back at both Mandalorians implying they shoud be treating him. "Clan Raxis hospitality." His tone though had remained plain and emotionless as if he had not tried to joke around. Teresmen were never good at socializing with foreigners.

The bar that he randomly picked was no bar at all, it shone pink but in Teresman culture pink was simply a color and never did it have any marketing applications so the Teresman Mandalorian just entered the Pink Pleasure Palace with such a step that people would think he was entering his own home. No manners at all.

At what he saw Marius stopped on the threshold and looked back at his Mandalorian partners, then he simply nodded as he entered further in straight towards the bar. He seemed totally to ignore the rest of the place but the bar. As the Mandalorian sat there quite barbarically one might say, he looked at the barwomen. Red skinned or pink skinned, Marius was not really sure. He had never seen such skin on humans before, moreover the Teresman felt a sort of urge to talk to them.

"Corellian Ale." He simply ordered, his accent hinting that Basic was not his native language. Surprisingly something made him continue to interact with the barwomen. "Work is good?"

Then he remembered the Mandalorians' purpose here and spoke to the barwomen through his helmet's mic. Foolishly, something urged him to tell them his mission.

"We're looking for thieves. Where can we find them?" The Teresman asked naively as if these were the only thieves on this planet.

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[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Filius Stellarum"] [member="Kaeda Vevut"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Marius"] [member="Kaeda Vevut"] [member="Kaeda Vevut"]

Bree was coming across the bar behind Tia when she heard a gruff voice asking about thieves. She stopped, "Evening everyone, thieves you say, well this is Nar Shaddaa there are many thieves. Are you looking for someone with a name, or just any random group?"

She made sure they were all served as she stood there, looking, waiting. Sizing them up. She believed there were only three, or were there more and she had not yet caught a glimpse of them.

She smiled as her gaze came back to them.