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Set Them Ablaze | Clan Claiborne
Mon Gazza, Spice Mines
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Spice ruled the galaxy.
Not in any contractual way. Rather, the vice of spice's consumption had the lower class people by the throat, crushed under the thumb of the syndicates who mined them for mass distribution to every shady corner across the galaxy. For this reason, Mon Gazza was booming with activity. Mining specifically. The Pykes were swimming in spice, and the mines of Mon Gazza were the crown jewel of their criminal empire.
But what if someone didn't care about what enemies they made? Given the wide spread appeal of spice, having thousands of metric tons all sitting in one place is sure to draw a band of lunatics unconcerned with angering the powerhouses hidden beneath the shadows of the underworld. Of course, the rational folk of the galaxy didn't much care for this kind of trouble. They remained divided, unwilling to risk war with the Pyke syndicate for the potential financial gain that may come with raiding the mines. Not all people fell into this camp, however. On one particularly uneventful day, as operators of the Pyke syndicate oversaw the production of their enterprise, a shadow appeared in the upper atmosphere of the planet. A globe shaped shadow. The air became thick with the scent of motor oil and plasma, and before long hundreds of smaller shadows spilled out from the newly arrived vessel.
Drop ships. Wild hoots and hollers began to echo out from these vessels, carried by the wind to the ears of the mine's operators. These were no regular cheers. This was the sound of mad men and women, three-hundred strong, Tihaar pungent in their breath. This was Clan Claiborne. They couldn't give a womp rat's ass about who they were upsetting. The clan was a collective, a wind hive mind with a craving for chaos and conflict. Only one goal was running through their minds, as a wave of itchy trigger fingers and explosive intent spread throughout the disgraced clan.
Mon Gazza was burning, and they were going to have a hell of a time.
"Thrilling, isn't it?"
Zel was practically overflowing with excitement. These Claiborne guys, while wild and unpredictable, were just what he needed for the documentation of galactic affairs. So easily did he get dragged away by the larger affairs of the galaxy that he so often missed wild moments such as this. This was history, and he was here to record it, now as the official scribe of a Mandalorian Clan. It was truly a thrilling time to be alive indeed.
"A raid of intensive proportions on one of the largest crime syndicates in the galaxy," he mused, "All recorded first hand live. Surely there can be no claim of such a thing elsewhere..."
This would give his "History of the Galaxy" documentary far more weight.
"Whatever ye say, bub," one of the other Claiborne members shrugged, a man in ragged beskar armor. "Just glad t'have some smarts on this here gig. We're bouta give these Pyke fellers hell in a hand basket." He turned, raising his voice. "Ain't dat right, boys? Lets get our cetare on the ground'n and give their asses some axel grease!"
Erratic whooping followed, with many clan members hanging out the open doors of their dropship to fire whatever gun they had on hand off into the air, be it slugthrower or blaster rifle. Such a wild perspective, Zel pondered, given their far less desirable nature. To write history from all perspectives, one had to get their hands dirty and meet people on their level. This was surely it, a step further than any other historian in the galaxy. He was a pioneer charting new ground, and this would only further his magnum opus. And besides, it had been a while since he had let loose. At the very least, this was gonna be fun. With his pistol and junk saber in hand, Zel leapt out of his drop ship.
A horde would follow him.
OOC Info: This is a chaotic thread introducing a new Mandalorian clan, a band of hill billy lunatics looking to spread some chaos. This is open to people looking to join up with the raid on the spice mine, defend goods on the behalf of the Pyke syndicate, or just sneak in to get some loot for yourself in the chaos. And yes, chaos. Don't be afraid to blow things up, just leave your fleets at home please. Thanks in advance.
