The Hammar of Odan
Planetary Information: Odana
Terrain: Surface Seas,
Below Ground Tunnels and Stone Structures built by Odanians, Four Armed Beings.
History:
Was a place pirates, smugglers, and bounty hunters hid at during The Galatic Empire.
Pertinent Details:
Since the Galatic Times, major trade has been institued down in Underground Realm, and on the surface ships patrol.
There is Casinos and Clubs, and all manner of villainy below the surface.
Vod had been hired to keep the surface clear, many trade ships came and used submersibles to reach Odan's bustling bellow world. There was no way to get the Undercity save from the surface, and they had some trouble, some of those myth believeing peddlers and preachers of the Force, and other types that were more troublesome. Vod stood on the deck of his ship, it breaking through the seas as dark eyes watched, his gruff face, chistled jaw, and facial hair being hit with surf that sprayed on the deck,. In his right hand was his skull beskar helm, one that invoked fear in his enemes as he came to collect thier skulls. Nestled on his shoulder was his Beskar blade, a machete that he used to slit throats and carve up those who dared to think they could tame him. An alarm sounded as the pilot of the craft swerved, and he taking his helm made his way to inner bridge where he ws told,
"We have a ship that is trying to intercept one of cargo haulers.. eyes on it say its them."
The Mando sighed like a lion ready to beat lower one in a pride who was asserting themselves.
"Bring us around Captain.. I want to show them the price of isolence."
The Ship of Gray and Black with his thruster turned on keel, and made over the waves towards the distant hauler, on it was sealed metal haul work that contained containers of goods for those below surface. Vod heading to the bow of the ship got on the Tubolaster Canon that had the outer shielding removed at back, a seat that he got into and only front shielding with a hollowed out slit for him to see. He seeing the enemy vessel, began to charge the canon, and after a moment, he let fire a great bolt, the blue energy flew over and landing at the port side, a great geyser of water shot into the air, he then pressing the controls fired another, which clipped the stern, causing an explosion, a great trail of smoking rising from the tail as he then came closer. He fired another shot, this one killed the engines, it exploding as bodies flew over board and debris fell down on those on deck.
Harah stepping out of his canon, took his helm and sealed it to his face, the skull of chrome metal as sight as his ship came about to cut off these pirates. They came along side, harpoons firing, and blaster fire. He took his Westar pistol and fired into a Rodian's skull making them drop on the deck and fall overboard. He then fastening a jetpack on turned the thrusters on and flew over to enemy vessel, the smoke was bellowing, he landed on deck, drawing his machete, he cut the arm of pirate clean off and drew his blaster pistol barrel to their temple and fired. He then returning fire to other combatants, swung his blade to meet a vibroaxe, kicked the Trandoshan in the abdomen before letting bolt adorn his poorly armored chest. These pirates were idiots. He breached the bridge with an explosive, and began firing at each of them, slicing limbs asunder as he moved in and rook bud of his weapon to smash the head in of another Rodian, one of the crew was a holy man shouting, "The Force! The Force is with us!" He stabbed the tip of his machete into his eye, holding him a moment and said,
"The Sorcery will not help you holy man.."
The man then dropped as he carved him up and threw him overboard like chum to the Firaxen sharks and beasts of the sea. The deck ran red from the bloodshed, and the fighting haulted, as The Vod had vanquished this small band of sea thieves. They came weekly, seeking to intercept goods. The real hunt was the better outfitted ones, who had some real money and weaponry. They were rarer, but at least gave him some of challenge than these fools...
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