Searching for Gurlanin (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Ord Mantell/Qiilura)

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"] ?

Mia continues to bark and growl at the newcomer, and although I ordered her against it, I cannot help but being proud of my ad’ika. The pup is forming to be a proud pack member. I snap my jaws, letting out a chittering growl.

“You stink of the One-Skins’ magics. Who has been taking you? I am Ambrose Cadera, of Mandalore, and I would liberate our kin. Our Warden speaks of off-worlders imprisoning them away from our lands. If you know where our kind have been hiding, tell me. If you do not, get out of our way.” Mia’s snaps and growls filter through my fur. I bristle with this new presence… something about the way he smells is familiar. A distant memory of darker days.

Vano and her squad were farther behind than Deius would have liked. Yet, the sounds of battle quickened the Mandalorians’ pace, blood rushing as they made silently closer to Deius Koman’na’s position.

The two bounty hunters who rushed for cover hit the ground and rolled. Not knowing how many attackers there were, the hunters acted with the rash intention of enemies, who refused to work where they lived. This wasn’t their forest. They didn’t care if it all burnt down as long as they got their credits.

So that was exactly what one of them did. He triggered the flamethrower on his wrist, and set the forest ablaze in an arc, attempting to smoke Deius out.

“Koman’na, on your six.” Vano whispered through the comm, rushing to the base of the tree nearest to Deius. “How many?”

Two of her squadmates leapt away from a sudden burst of flame. They fired toward the bounty hunters’ cover position, trained and ready to take Koman’na’s orders.

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius Koman'na
Location: Qiilura, Forest area
Objective One: Find the missing villages
Allies: ME/ [member="Ambrose Cadera"] | [member="Akita Silasrune"] | [member="Mia"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]
Action: Prepare a plan of Attack on Enemy Combatants

Blaster fire continued to pepper across his cover, and Deius muttered a few obscenities to properly reflect his current situation. His hand quickly reached for second, and last, grenade but paused momentarily and grimly noted that his HUD showed a rather dispersed group of targets. Pointless if I can't hit more than one target. Deius eased his blaster rifle and fired a few returned shots to keep his targets honest and second guess any strong pushes.

Heat pushed Deius lower to the ground and his entire vision lit up brightly as fire busted into the battle and much of trees surrounding the young Mandalorian caught fire. Really? Deius wondered how much the galaxy hated him, but as the thought progressed a friendly voice interrupted his rather dark thoughts.

Vano asked quietly how many targets, and for specific orders. "Six targets, one injured. All heavily armed and armored." Deius replied quickly, but now his hesitation grew with the next issue. He never dealt with command before, any type of command really, and even if Deius had an idea with how to take out these targets. Doing so with leading others? Deius pursed his lips and nodded to himself.

"You and I climb upwards and our other comrades slowly pull them in and keep their eyes ground level." Deius explained quickly, he wasn't about to brawl his way out of this situation and certainly wasn't going to ask anyone to ran straight into the flames of battle. "-If we can't immediately take them all out with our attack we pull back." He added.

Heroes die all the time, while Legends are remembered because foremost they survived.

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Location: Inside a town that is currently being shot up
Objective: Don't die and kill all the slavers
Allies: Mandalorian warriors
Resources: H.M.N. Emerald

As the carnage ensues and Mandalorian warriors being their massacre of the slaver village there seems to be a loud rumble off in the distance. Quoron holds up his binoculars to see an incoming pack of slaver light armor and other vehicles. He gets another report from the Emerald.

~Commander, we are picking up incoming signatures from various unidentified ships entering the system. Our reinforcements will arrive shortly but we will hold out best we can.~

The slavers were woefully outgunned against the Mandalorian warriors but with the arrival of warships and armor that all could change depending on how generous high command was with the reinforcements.

As the troops were going door to door and wiping out the rest of the slavers Quoron was organizing a defensive position of the town, with his heavy troops toward the inside and lighter troops toward the outside. While he looked around his troops and saw that they would not be equipped to handle an armored attack he radioed the Emerald with a call for help.

~Send in the gunships, we will not be able to hold out against an armored attack. Launch the missile boats and charge all guns to prepare for combat, I am sorry I can not be on the bridge for this engagement. Good luck men. OYA!~​

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies:

Vano rushed to Deius’ side, clapping him on the back as the youth seemed to momentarily take stock. Did he know what to do? Vano prepared to, at a moment’s breath, take command if needed. Having no issue with leading her squad, the Mandalorian nodded and hand-signalled to the others.

They rushed off, unfased by the flames. What did a Mandalorian have to worry about, smoke? No. Heat? Eventually. But, odds were this battle would not be one of attrition.

The assaulting bounty hunters lit the forest up, firing rapid blaster bolts in vast arcs, which had the Mandalorians diving for cover. Two of the squad returned fire, pressing the bounty hunters back.

Vano climbed up with Deius, and readied her pistol.

“I have a shot on two of them, but it would break our position’s cover.”

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius Koman'na
Location: Qiilura, Forest area
Objective One: Find the missing villages
Allies: ME/ [member="Ambrose Cadera"] | [member="Akita Silasrune"] | [member="Mia"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]
Action: Attack on Enemy Combatants, Continue hit and run tactics

Blaster fire and brief spouts of flame quickened Deius's step significantly, focused on his goal to get a good flank on these mercenaries. Graceful movements Deius spirited himself upwards onto a tree, his hands quickly pulled him upwards and his rifle swung back down to his arms. The young Mandalorian thanked himself for taking rather light armor, he could not imagine his exhaustion if he wore his much heavier set of armor.

Deius had very little issue finding most of the enemy mercenaries, but even with Vano beside him to assist with some extra firepower it would nearly impossible to eliminate them all before they could return fire on their own position. "We each choose one target and drop before they notice," Deius instructed. This was going to be a battle of movement, and not of overwhelming firepower or numbers. When you have neither, gotta make it up with something like mobility.

He raised a single hand to indicate when to fire, Five, four, three- Deius put one of the Mercenry readying for another blast of his flame wrist thrower. "One." And his shot sailed through and across between the exposed neck and the armor that didn't quite cover all of it. Deius paid no mind where the body dropped as he already threw himself downward to the ground and away from his firing position.

A slight "Hump" and Deius quickly picked himself back up and started to continue a circle movement around the rest of the Mercenaries. Maybe we should keep one of them alive. If the risks were minimal perhaps, for the moment he focused on elimination of the threat.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies:
EnemiesDeius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Ambrose Cadera"]?

He arched his back abit from the snap as he pointed out his scent and asked his origins he decided to respond by taking a more passive stance before speaking as he prowled around them in a slow circle keeping his eye on them as he spoke.

I have wandered the galaxy a long time, Traversed from one skin faction to another, Learning what I can from each I have touched much in the magical arts to help my growth.

His posture tensed for a moment when Ambrose introduced himself, Mandalorians looking for his kin? he continued talking to them.

I do not know where our kin are being held but if you wish, We could set our hostility aside and find out kin before its too late.

Then they can sort out who kills who

 

[Livia Maddox]

Location: Orbit, Ord Mantell
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies:

“You ordered some Mandalorians, Sir.” Livia’s clipped voice cascaded over Aedan’s Comm. Tuulu’s group reached Aedan’s ship with expediency, the Mandalorians chomping at their buy’ce to make haste toward their brethren.

“Mr. Tunner, continue scanning for the Gurlanin and give me updates on any ships, which answer the transport’s signals. Ms. Garuth, bring us around and put us in line to pursue the trajectory the transport was pushing before Warden Miles put an end to their journey. Oh, and Mr. Puji, would you be so kind as to procure me another cup of tea? Thank you.”

Captain Livia Maddox sat in her Command chair upon the deck of the destroyer she controlled for the Blood Fleet. While the crew hopped to, grumbles of the new ‘lady captain’ began to shift. She was harder than beskar, some said. A ‘proper navy officer’ in a den of pirates-come-protectors.

Would’ve been worth a mutiny, if not for Aedan Miles’ faith in the prim Naboo… course Puji the Rodian discovering Aedan and Livia snogging might’ve had an inkling to do with both Captain Maddox’s slight ease in her ‘protocols’, and in the crew seeing her for what she was.

Yet, the inbound ancient Venerator-Class star destroyer incoming with an escort of corvettes and cruisers didn’t have a clue.

“Captain. Coming out of hyperspace!”

“Form up Fleet Group Akaan! Crew to battlestations!” Livia leaned forward on her chair, motioning for her Comm officer to send the captured transport’s codes onward.

“Pinging… they… they’re receiving and sending something back.” Livia raised her hand to quiet the command deck. “Send them our regards, Mr. Tunner. Gunners to positions. Nobody fires until my command.”

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies:

The gurlanin before me smells wrongly familiar. I’ve smelled his blood before, I’m certain of it. But where? In my centuries, one person could flow in any number of streams, yet I chitter in the air and my hackles lower.

“One of my squads is en route to a transport, where signs of our people reside. Can you not feel it? They cannot all be gone.” I continue sensing outward, nudging Mia to do the same. Still, I do not trust this aberration of a gurlanin.

Scuff marks on the dirt carry my eyes forward and into the jungle. Broken leaves, a padded foot, a hard step. There was struggle. Fleeing paws. I chuff and four gurlanin form from the undergrowth, veering off in an arrow as I take the point and rush the jungle’s hidden pathways.

“There. Can you sense it? Toward the Mountains.”

Vano nodded for Deius, slipping her rifle to her mag-web with a soft, secure ‘kachunk’. She trade it for a beskad and a pistol, one weapon in each hand.

Waiting for the count, Vano chose her target. A mercenary with a heavy repeater, who continued spewing fire on her squad. While the squad distracted with repartees of their own, Deius counted to one.

Vano leapt from the tree without a sound, hitting the back of the bounty hunter with her beskad embedded in the space between his shoulder blade and collarbone. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Pistol lifted, Vano shot three firm bolts at her next target, yanking out her beskad and rolling behind a fire-charred log.

“They’re everywhere!” The mercenaries broke into a panic. Mandalorians were never the bad end of this kind of joke.

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius Koman'na
Location: Qiilura, Forest area
Objective One: Find the missing villages
Allies: ME/ [member="Ambrose Cadera"] | [member="Akita Silasrune"] | [member="Mia"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]
Action: Attack on Enemy Combatants. Directly

Numbers now favored Deius and his fellow kin, and with no losses to their own things seemed to go quite well, I intend to keep this way. Eyes scanned for his next target but he threw himself to the ground as a spray of undisciplined blaster fire spewed over at his direction. The young Mandalorian dug deep and crawled as quickly as he was able, even more blaster fire but now directed else where.

Careful hand rested over his wrist launcher and patted as Deius struggled for his next idea, while he never intended to get close enough to use his cable wire, he needed to quickly end this scuffle with these mercenaries. Deius crawled and sat up behind a tree and continued to hear more blaster fire and shouts, with a quick movement Deius removed his helmet and quietly thumbed for one the controls in the helmet.

Loud noises in a middle of a firefight offered no real distraction, even less it would only give weight to a firefight not going well. Rifle barrel and Helmet peaked above a broke tree log, and the Mercenaries's HUD no doubt picked up a continuous signal. How they had found their original target and would have captured him if it weren't for the fact they didn't take into account this Mandalorian had friends.

As two of the mercenaries kept their repeaters and blasters trained over the rest of the pack, one lined up his shot towards the Mandalorian helmet and pulled his rifle's trigger. A satisfying clink, well aimed for certain but the mercenary felt only sudden pain in his neck and the taste of blood in his mouth.

Deius stared directly with his eyes, unmasked face, his hands jammed the vibroblade deeper into the Mercenary's neck until the body began to slump towards the ground. Deius raised his wrist and launched his cable to entangle one of the last two but before he the chance to take a shot at the other, the last Mercenary turned around and with no hesitation blaster fire shot directly for Deius.

Dropped low and arms covered his head, Deius felt the impact smash in his chest piece before he finally landed to the ground and tasted dirt. Heat rose and pain shot through his body as he bit down on the dirt to quench his scream of pain. Blaster pistol- where- did I- drop it.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The bunker hadn't been touched in years. The light on his helmet illuminated the room and the thick cloud of dust that hung there with a white light. His life sign scanner didn't pick up anything but there were signs of struggle all around. Blaster scorch marks marred the walls and holodisplays hooked up to terminals were busted and strewn about. Whatever trail he thought he would find here were long cold. He cursed and slammed his fist into a wall. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The old Mandalorian searched for a solid hour before he returned to the surface. A tingle ran down his neck as he climbed the ladder. The old man's warrior senses told him something was wrong, someone was there that shouldn't have been. He continued up anyways, confident that he would be able to handle anything or anyone who decided to try and surprise him. With a grunt he pulled himself up over the lip of the hatch and stood. A bright flash from a pair of floodlights nearly blinded. He threw his arm up to protect his eyes while his visor attempted to adjust to the sudden brightness.[/SIZE]


"By the order of the Mantel Group come out with your hands up. Surrender and you will not be harmed. You are surrounded."

A robotic voice called out from beyond the the junked shack. He could hear the repulsorlifts of several airspeeders hovering around him. The Mantel Group was a local company that held about as much power as any government could hope to have on a frontier junk world. They managed much of the planet's salvage and disposal industries and even had shipyards both in orbit and planetside somewhere near the Scraplands.

If they were involved now, nothing good could come of this, but he had few options now. Gilamar walked to the door of the shack and stepped from behind the threshold. Droids of an unknown make or model stood in formation around him, their singular photoreceptor glowing bright orange and their blaster rifles trained on him. The floodlights from the transports converged on him. A Rodian in combat armor stepped forward and smirked before firing off a stun blast. The circle of blue energy washed over the old Mandalorian. He grunted loudly and crumpled to the floor in a heap.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Ambrose Cadera"]?
Enemies:

Then lead the way before we loose the scent. He didn't trust them but they where the only ones who can help right now and going alone would be bad. For now he slowly eased his posture to a passive posture and move to his left to join the formation as he kept his senses on alert as he used his gifts to enhance his eyes to track and prepare for any hunters who may come for them. He kept up with Ambrose as he followed the tracks and stopped and asked him about the mountains he let his senses go forth to feel for any of his kin in that area.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Mooks

Vano rounded and fired into the last of the mercenaries. Her slugthrower pistol hit home, chewing up the less armoured back of the man who shot Deius.

“Koman’na!” Rushing to Deius’ Side, the Mandalorian cradled her arm around his shoulders to check the damage on his chest. Yanking a vial from her thigh pocket, Vano placed it over Deius’ nose.

“Inhale. It’s Sovereign Specific. It’ll heal you.” Nodding to her squad, the lieutenant waited until Deius was out of immediate danger.

“Vano. One’s alive.” Another of the squad came over with a sloped body under his arm. He dropped him unceremoniously to the ground.

The mercenary gurgled, laughing with a cough. “Burn t’forrst down... all them goofy trees. Shut up, you tree!”

“Som! Ekat, get these fires out! Koman’na, can you stand?”

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius Koman'na
Location: Qiilura, Forest area
Objective One: Find the missing villages
Allies: ME/ [member="Ambrose Cadera"] | [member="Akita Silasrune"] | [member="Mia"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]
Action: Attack on Enemy Combatants. Directly

Dirt and mud caked his chest piece, the heat greatly dulled but it took the majority of his strength to cry out in pain as new sensations flashed through his body. My chest doesn't like moving, or breathing for that matter. Deius though couldn't focus on Vano lifting his top half upwards and regardless if commanded or not he breathed in the drug provided to him and only slightly calmed down.

While not a pain killer, it still gave his body a boost to get as much bodily repair done as possible, Deius for his part nodded once to Vano in thanks. He knew the next day would certainly feel a lot worse, and because of that Deius tried his best to focus on that thought alone. This is the lighter pain, the easier pain. Granted he would certainly consider wearing heavier armor for the next mission, for now though he thanked Manda for providing him with enough protection.

Hands went for his latches for his chest piece, the pain amplified as his chest muscles tightened and contracted, Vano quickly assisted with the removal of his damaged chest piece. "Yeah, standing is something-" Deius muttered, almost a mumble as he attempted to speak through clenched teeth. "-Possible." He added with pain well set in his voice.

Deius carefully placed his feet beneath him, and with support from Vano, he pushed himself upwards and nodded in approval. "Yeah, I can stand." He breathed out in slight relief. He patted Vano on the shoulder, with gratitude and appreciation. "You did good, great even."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Outbound to captured freighter
Allies: [member="Ambrose Cadera"] [member="Livia Maddox"]
Enemies: Slavers and other scum.
Objective 2

Aedan Miles gripped the edge of his command thrones arms violently his eyes storming as he processed everything he had heard. Slavers were near Mando Empire territory and they were going to be hunted down as soon as he had the time. But now he had to find out what was going on as his ship burst out of hyperspace the undisputed Pirate King stood turning to leave the bridge his cloak swirling around him violently as he stalked his way to the hangar his anger all but palpable around him by an aura expanded by the force. Around his neck hung a ring that he would be donning soon his men were trained to resist the effects to an extent but he didn't want to push it. As he entered the hangar he made his way to a shuttle a small personal guard joining him aboard it as they took off across his comms came reports about ships leaving hyperspace back near the planet a snarl left his lips as he spoke pointedly into his comms to the captain of the force left behind. "Maddox disable those ships and take prisoner who you can. Any who resist are to be put down savagely. Send in the Red Fang when the time comes to board inform them they are dealing with Slavers they will take care of the rest." It was no secret among Aedan's forces the most violent and volatile when it came to slavers where the large and often peaceful Cragmaloids having been hunted themselves they were rather brutal in their dealings with slavers. Around him he could hear the angry mutters and sounds of his own guard as they heard this he knew any prisoners still on that ship alive would soon be begging him to allow them to tell him what he wanted to know. They would rather face the Pirate King rather than the almost berserk Red Fang.

 

[Livia Maddox]

Location: Orbit, Ord Mantell
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: Slavers

“Aye, Sir.” Livia gripped the arm of her command chair harder as she heard the malice in Aedan’s voice. A battle loomed, brutal and unyielding. Good. It was about time. “You heard his Highness! Step to! Bring our cruisers about. Release half our fighter squadrons. Go!”

A chorus of aye’s filled the comms as Livia shut down the channel. Gunners took aim.

While Aedan kept his ring on the chain, Livia’s rested on her finger. The corusca gem surrounded by black metal shimmered in the light of the bridge, a beacon of healing and calm. None of the crew asked about the ring. Didn’t mean they hated it. Much.

The incoming Venator-Class chimed again, asking for a name.

“On comm.” she waited for her comms officer to nod. “Slaver fleet. This is Captain Livia Maddox of the Mandalorian Blood Fleet. We have taken Qiilura as part of the Mandalorian Empire. Power down your weapons and prepare to be boarded for inspection.”

A blast rocked the belly of Livia’s ship. She smirked and looked to the crew. “Anyone fancy a fry up? I think we received our proper invitation.”

“Ready, Ma’am”

“Fire.”

The skies above Qiilura radiated with cannon fire, as Tuulu and the Yalilyr came to report to Aedan Miles.

“Warden. Who do we kill first?”

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

When he came to he had been stripped of his armor down to the bodyglove. He was restrained with binders and locked to a chair in a stale permacrete room, a single light hanging from the center of the ceiling. Gil groaned, the effects of the stun bolt slowly beginning to wear off of his old bones. The door hissed open to reveal a droid similar to one that had attacked him. Its photoreceptor blinked once and flashed yellow before entering the room and standing in the corner of the room. A female Devaronian followed. She had a regal appearance, one that shouted to the Galaxy that she thought she was important. Her expensive earrings and dress told him that she at least held a decent amount of credits.

"Is that aurodium? And let me guess...Dress is by Kada Jahr? Expensive taste," Gilamar mused. The woman smirked and stepped towards the elder Mandalorian and regarded him for a moment. A slender, red-brown hand reached out and gingerly gripped Gilamar's bearded chin. Her recently manicured nails scratched him slightly as she twisted and turned his head to look him over. She let go of his chin and took the seat at the other end of the table before she gave a command to the droid in what Gil could only assume to be Devaronese.

"You have a good eye...But no. Its from some Couruscanti designer...I couldn't be bothered to remember her name," his hostess spoke at last.

The droid's photoreceptor flashed green in acknowledgement and seconds later a second droid entered with a platter. This one was different, slightly more armored and painted blue police colors. Two ear-like flaps sat on either side of its head and pointed towards the ceiling. Instead of a single photoreceptor, this one had two...No, a single large photoreceptor that only illuminated a few panels to create the illusion of two photoreceptors. A bottle of wine sat on the platter it carried, along with a pair of glasses. She nodded towards her prisoner and the droid set down the platter before clanking over and unlocking his binders. The droid then opened the wine and poured a single glass, which the woman took.

"Wine?" She asked Gil who was still rubbing his wrists.

"I would love some," he muttered. Not that he felt he had much choice in the matter. "What is all this?" A glint flashed across the Devaroian's eyes.

"Right to business...I knew Mandalorians were direct but..." She took a breath as the wine was poured for her guest. She took a sip of her wine and motioned for Gil to do the same as the second droid plodded out of the room, leaving them alone once again save for the combat droid in the corner.

"I have a few questions...About that hut you entered. I'm sure you know the land you were on was privately owned." Ah. That's what this was about. Gil's gaze fell on the droid standing at attention in the corner and let them wander back to the woman in front of him. Did she have anything to do with Azrael's disappearance? He took a sip of the wine.

He would find out soon enough...

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan laughed as he turned towards the Gurlanin's his eyes shining violently as he pulled a pitch black ring from the chain on his neck holding it up before he started to slide it onto his finger his eyes flaring as the rest of him seemed to be clocked in an aura of dread and darkness. "See to your people. I am going to talk to the survivors once I am done they are yours to do with as you please. Seeing as how they are slavers may I suggest death and a slow on at that." He strode from the shuttle as it entered the hangar his men parting as he passed them making his way to a corner of the hangar where a series of men sat grouped together in various states of injury some of them missing from the elbow down on their dominant arms. He chuckled as he strode forward the rings power feeding off of his own rage and anger as it took the fear of those before him some had heard about what happened to slavers captured by Aedan as such seeing the form of the Infamous Pirate King striding towards them they saw instead of a man a demon cloaked in black mismatched eyes glowing angrily from under his black hair. As he reached them he spoke quietly not a sound in the hangar now as his words traveled clearly to all present. "First one to tell me what I want to know dies quickly. The rest die very VERY slowly at the hands of those they have enslaved. I will give you half a minute to decide."

[member="Livia Maddox"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Azrael had caused quite the stir before he'd left. It seemed like he was on a one way mission and burned many things in his path...

Including the group of families that laid claim to Ord Mantell's salvage, shipbuilding, and droid manufacturing business. Together they made up the Mantell Group and they were not happy. Mostly because Azrael had slipped through their fingers, but also because now it seemed like the Mandalorians were sticking their noses into the goings on of Ord Mantell.

Gil had informed the woman that the Mandalorians were coming, whether she liked it or not. They were already a few systems away. The rejuvenated industry here was of interest to the Mando'ade and with tensions rising between the Mandalorians and their Sith neighbors he assured them that their previous dealings with the Mandalorians would surely bring the ire of the Empire.

He managed to convince the Mantell Group to at least come to Mandalore and meet with Yasha Cadera. A step in the right direction for now. If their droids were half as competent as they looked, Ord Mantell's droid foundries and shipyards would be an asset they couldn't afford to lose.

 

[Livia Maddox]

Location: Orbit, Ord Mantell
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: Slavers

The aura of fear from the Ring of Deimos-Chabaar was as immediate as contact with Aedan’s skin. Tuulu gritted his teeth, squad with their armaments at the ready for Aedan’s orders. However, the second in command of Yasha’s personal guard unclipped his gun belt and let it hit the ground. The gurlanin shuddered, armour giving way to a lupine gurlanin, growling and gnashing his jaws.

“We will feast on every single slaver’s bones down to the marrow.” Fear and terror were the cloaks of Aedan Miles, and fear was the bulwark of the gurlanin Hunters of Mandalore. Three of the other squad members transformed as well, padding through and from the shuttle. They rushed the gurlanin and scant other slaves huddled in the corner away from the captured slavers, licking wounds and transformed into a series of objects, and the galaxy’s creatures. But not Tuulu.

Tuulu crouched behind the demon and slacked his jaws. He was hungry today.

“Ah..”

“No!”

“Shut it…”

“I’m not that brave.” A slaver clutching her severed stump of an arm tried to push up from her knees. The collective shushed and pushed her back, and a flash in the eyes of a grizzled veteran slaver. Neither pleasant, nor unmarked by his life, the man nonetheless threw himself over the woman, protecting her from harm. A hand slid onto her cheek, thumb brushing upon a bruise. She’d followed him till the end.

“She talks. She dies quickly. Lo’Isa… tell the everything.” He bit through the pain of his lost pride, and the haunting terror making demons of men. She looked as if at first she’d be silent, but turned her face up to Aedan Miles, and spoke.

“We’re working for elements in Sith and Jen’ari space. Gurlanin are shapeshifters, right? They’re the best spies in the galaxy and the price is high. We were to deliver them… to Stygeon Prime. From there, a Lady of Secrets was supposed to… take them somewhere else. We tracked some into an old network of caves beneath the southern mountains on Qiilura. Caved in the entrance so they couldn’t get out. The rest are on our ships, there’s a Venator-Class coming our of hyperspace, it’s there to take them on.”

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Qiilura, Forest
Objective: 1 Find the Missing Gurlanin
Allies: @Deius Koman’na [member="Mia"] [member="Akita Silasrune"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Rapax"]
Enemies: Mooks

“Mia. Come.”

I race off through the thicket, my daughter and the pack behind me, this new gurlanin making my mind fester with doubt. Who was he? Why did his scent make my anger rise? The tracks of our people appear tangled with the usurpers, the one-skins and their heavy armaments.

Drag marks. A growl grows from my throat, echoed upon by Tuulu and his gurlanin squad who ventured up to the ship with Aedan Miles.

Then, I stumble. My paws skid to a stop. The southern mountains. I don’t need to tell Mia what Tuulu witnessed on Aedan’s ship… but this new gurlanin does not yet have the trust and telepathic openness of the pack.

“Slavers. They’ve locked our people beneath an avalanche. Run!” My paws smash at the ground, speed increasing until I throw myself off the nearest cliff. My body transforms into a leonid beast with wings. Flying is faster than a run.