Taming the Tigers (Mandalorian Dominion of Togoria: Open)

[Polarius]

Polarius smiled and jumped into the air, his wings causing him to glide for a few seconds before he finally Propelled himself a bit higher and further, he found himself soaring over the two walking though he was high enough up that he would remain unseen. After a minute he landed and waited for [member="Aedan Miles"] and @Sy' Q. Lant, bowing his head to the terrified dock workers as he stood by the ship. "I really need a way to make myself look smaller..."

 

[Ariella Garon]

Giving her a nod of understand, just wanting for [member="Mia Monroe"] give her some kind of order to her next place. Coming to another point as she just stay alert to the on going around them. It wasn't like she didn't want to be more involved. It seem that others knew each other knew how each other work together as oiled team. Would she be like this someday when she had more advance training skills.

 

[Darth Banshee]

The corporal came back, into the drop ship, with new`s Hey all the boss, is coming up, so you all look your best. He was being sarcastic, they where battle ready, not looking to be on a parade ground. How ever the idea that [member="Aedan Miles"], might becoming on board did make Sabrina panic a little. She head out the drop ship, as she did the corporal asked Hay where you going, we might be called on to drop, at any moment. She new by his tone, he was kidding, and was just taking the verda.
She just stuck her finger up at him, and said Swivel, which made the corporal laugh at her, as she head out. Sabrina head to far end of the ship, away from the docking area, and towards, an escape pod. If he should start coming towards her, she had a getaway plan, already ready if need. She decide after this, no more undercover work until, she can hide her force sensitivity.

 

[Briika Munin]

"Su'cuy, Kab'ika," the blonde medic smiled back at her boyfriend as he joined her and [member="Kad Tor"], then offered to share the cold ale in her gloved hand with [member="Kable Detta"].

"How goes things?" Bree asked.

 

[Sy' Lanat]

Sy was struck dumb by the huge dragon that came to the ground nearby, his next reaction was one of pure fear. He said only one thing, "Blast!" Which was him more falling into his own habits rather than being scared to speak. He tried to strike Aedan Miles as hard as he possibly could (which was truly pretty weak, but still enough to surprise one if caught off guard) and wrenched himself free. He moved two steps away from Aedan before firing a shot at Polarius, it went about a meter above the dragon's head. He then tried to run back away from the dragon.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan calmly spun around as he lifted his pistols and fired off a quick series of stun bolts at the mans back. His aim was accented by the force tracking along the man's projected path and firing 5 stun bolts into places he would be. After firing off all his shots Aedan strode forward calmly and made his way where hopefully the man would be laying face down. ​"That was intelligent now wasn't it." @Sy' Q. Lant

 

[Sy' Lanat]

Sy felt pain as the stun shot hit his back, he fell as the first hit him. He laid on the ground, not moving, not being able to move. He felt anger rise up within him, but also peace. He knew he was safe, mostly. Instead of fighting the stun shots effects, he succumbed to them, letting himself almost completely black out there on the ground.

 

[Nyxie]

Tuhros was just humbly flying along, slowly getting accustomed to the tranquility that was solitary high flying. Then suddenly, zwoosh, a single tiny bolt of light had grazed his/her left jawbone and left a tiny burn! That was certainly going to scar, however light it was. It might even leave a tiny slit under his/her jaw in her small, fragile human form. That would be a disaster, as s/he heavily relied on her girl-body's cute and peaceful demeanor. It was barely a scratch, but Tuhros was pressed to investigate.
Following the general direction of the bolt's travel, Xyhn-Tuhros quickly soared to a point where s/he could finally see... another dragon ([member="Polarius"]). That was quite the odd sight, seeing another dragon on a world such as this. They were of a species of their own, but it would still be an awkward acquaintance. After circling above a few times, Tuhros finally settled down with a heavy, swooping thud onto the earth below. In a hailstorm of ice and light, the dragon's form completely melted away and left in its wake a young girl instead. She quickly and discretely slipped on her blouse and pants, a sort of troublesome task to constantly deal with; a sheen of ice formed from the moisture of the air withheld her bareness until she was complete.
An apathetic, monotonic girl's voice spoke out. "Dragon. Creature. Who are you that makes my acquaintance?"

 

[Turnbull Fett]

@[member="Turnbull Fett"]
Will allowed himself a sigh of relief. "Roger, Ka'ra Yaim," he replied, "It's good to hear a friendly voice out there. I'm willing to pay, just point me in the right direction."
The Wroonian mentally calculated how much it would cost to fill his dear ship up. He shook his head. He could probably afford it but in the event that the numbers didn't quite add up he could barter with supplies. He might even get a job though that was doubtful. With the reputation they have and the seer numbers of them, it looks like the Mandos are gearing up for a fight. It may not be the wisest idea to stay but it could lead to an excellent adventure. Let's see how it goes!

"Port side docking bay seven. Follow the green running lights in and we'll have a maintenance crew standing by. When you land, exit the ship and meet the crew leader at the base of your landing ramp. His name is Chief Moder. Exit your ship unarmed please. We won't board or search you, but we will be passively scanning to make sure you're not bringing us any surprises. And you're in luck, Intangible," the female voice added lightly, "it's Pie Night."

Meanwhile, Turnbull Fett and eleven other pilots exited the flight hanger, heading out in formation and visible to [member="Will Chain"] from his viewport should he be looking past the gigantic star destroyer.

"Let's head down and give our brothers and sisters a little air show," said Fett after the squadron had all checked in.

"Copy that, Galaar Leader," replied Galaar Two, otherwise known as Bibi Trann.

 

[Kad Tor]

"What's going on Kable," Kad asked as he took a healthy gulp of his ale.

Briika hadn't seen him gulp that much at once. He usually was not that way around her. After all he was her little Kad'ika.

[member="Briika Tor"] [member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Juggerduck]

The Red Legion was making itself known on Togoria, or at least one of it's larger members was. Ploog walked down the middle of a Togorian street, covered by at least eight Togorian children and followed by another half dozen, all calling and cheering and asking if they could touch his armor, or hold his massive hammer, or have his increadibly large gun, or touch his trunk, or his other trunk, or his third trunk, or if his tusks ever hurt and if they were real. Ploog trudged along, holding up as well as could be expected under the circumstances, asnwering all the questions as best he could while trying to keep the little creatures from injuring themselves or others. He was a Legionnaire, dammit, and sometimes this was the job, apparently, dammit.

 

[Will Chain]

"Port side docking bay seven. Follow the green running lights in and we'll have a maintenance crew standing by. When you land, exit the ship and meet the crew leader at the base of your landing ramp. His name is Chief Moder. Exit your ship unarmed please. We won't board or search you, but we will be passively scanning to make sure you're not bringing us any surprises. And you're in luck, Intangible," the female voice added lightly, "it's Pie Night."

Meanwhile, Turnbull Fett and eleven other pilots exited the flight hanger, heading out in formation and visible to [member="Will Chain"] from his viewport should he be looking past the gigantic star destroyer.

"Let's head down and give our brothers and sisters a little air show," said Fett after the squadron had all checked in.

"Copy that, Galaar Leader," replied Galaar Two, otherwise known as Bibi Trann.

[member="Turnbull Fett"]

"Roger that, Ka'ra Yaim. I do love a good pie. Intangible out," Will said with a smile before he cut the com. He guided his light freighter toward the designated port and saw several ships fly out of another hangar. I wonder what they're up to, he thought but he banished it. He was here to refuel, not fight. Unless they hired him of course. He wasn't much of a fighter anyway but he was always up for a good adventure. He followed the green landing lights and slowed down until he came to a final stop where the crew was waiting for him. There was barely a thud as he touched down.

Switches were flicked, dials were turned, and levers were reset as Will shut her down in less than a minute. The last thing he did was activate the anti theft and counter intrusion measures in the ship before he began walking back to the ramp. He had no reason to fear these Mandalorian, not at the moment anyway, but it never hurt to be prepared. Once he reached the ramp, he activated the control to lower it. As it went down a look of realization hit his face and he quickly took out his vibrorapier and put it in a hidden cupboard before the ramp touched down. He waltz down with his hands casually up to show he was unarmed. He stopped a little bit in front of the Chief, giving them a once over before he said, "Just a data pad, com, hydrospanner, and some other parts on my person. If there is anything else we need to address before we begin business let it be known now."

As Will spoke the ramp began to go up by itself, locking itself before anyone could enter.

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik walked the crowd as the celebration wore on. His eyes ever vigilant, his hunter instincts firing on all cylinders. He could smell the air and taste it's contents. He saw faces, happy, sad, angry, worried. All who attended could be a potential threat. That was the risk you take when occupying another world. He looked over the crowd and witnessed a fellow Legionnaire being climbed by children like a tree. Marrik smirked but paid no mind. The giant was alright.


[member="Ploog"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan walked into the bar nearby and saw his brother, future sister-in-law, and brother-in-law at the bar drinking and chatting. He waded through the crowd giving those who wished, high fives, the finger guns and yahoos. A few females danced around him and he playfully danced along, but always moving towards his vod.

He slid in behind [member="Kad Tor"], "I'll take a small ale please...So what's up guys. Some shindig huh?" As he spoke he gave a little shuffle to accentuate the 'party' vibe.


[member="Kable Detta"] [member="Briika Tor"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles looked down at the man before him before he activated his com and contacted @Ploog. "Legionnaire this is Aedan Miles report to the starport immediately I have a task for you to do simple prisoner transfer up to the ships in space."

 

[Juggerduck]

Thank Harbin, sighed Ploog. "All right, all of you. Ploog must go now. Legonnaire work. Very important. Everyone gets offa Ploog now." He knelt on the ground to the disappointed groans of the Togorian children who'd latched on to him. "Ploog promises to come back and visit before he leaves, assuming Ploog doesn't get killed by some unseen enemy bent on keeping the Mandalorians from completing their peaceful takeover of your beautiful planet."

"If you die, can i have your tusks?" asked a Togorian boy.

"Nuh-unh," replied Ploog, standing once more. "'Cause if Ploog gives you his tusks, then Ebah here will want Ploog's armor, and Keef will want Ploog's gun, and Meeka will want Ploog's belt packs, and then Ploog will have a pack of crazy Togorian children swarming over my bloody remains, and ain't no one wants that. If Ploog dies, you children are to build a statue in Ploog's honor and say nice things about Ploog forever."

"'Kay," said Ebah.

The children waived goodbye as the mighty Cragmoloid headed towards the starport.

A short time and a great many open-mouthed stares later, the Legionnaire arrived. "Ploog reporting for prisoner transfer as ordered," he said to @Aedan Miles.

 

[Garrus Garon]

...it seems as though Garrus had been largely oblivious to what was going on all around him while the others rushed to apprehend a man who appeared to be a Chiss. Watching he would have taken another drink from the tankard he'd helped himself to at the makeshift bar only pausing to remark..."You do me a great service."...when Kable Detta had mentioned he had a keg waiting for him back on Keldabe. Free drink wasn't something that Garrus would ever pass up and from the sounds of things the Detta Brothers had been doing very well for themselves. That was, of course, moments ago before Mia and Aedan had apprehended the Chiss causing Garrus attention to shift back towards Strider...

..."Wouldn't be a party without someone lurking would it?"...he had to offer a bit of a laugh at his own comment before adding..."On the other hand if he intended to make a threat on your life that would be completely understandable."...don't mistake Garrus mirthful comments for anything other than that however as the Warrior was ready to wade into a battle if it was required. At the moment it appeared everyone else had the situation on hand though. He'd set down the tankard he was drinking from and move closer to Strider so that he could stay close to the Field Marshall, his Brother, and defend him incase anything got of hand or there was another man lurking. Regardless things seemed to be calming down again...

...Garrus would look out across the room, noting Nolan Detta, Kable Detta and Briika Tor before he looked back towards his Brother..."Quite the group. You should consider making them a personal entourage for yourself."...anyways Garrus was casually turn his attention towards the exit to the area. He'd considered taking a walk around the Old Fortress this meeting had been held in...​

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[member="Nolan Detta "][member="Briika Tor"][member="Kable Detta"][member="Strider Garon"]​

 

[Aedan Miles]

While he waited for Ploog Aedan would pull out a set of restraints and crouch down snapping them onto @Sy' Q. Lant's hands before he pulled him to rest against the shuttle that would ferry him up to the ships above. Turning lightly as he noticed the girl he had heard rumors about this being but he knew that he wasn't the one it was here to talk to so he turned as he waited for a short time until he saw the Cragmoloid he waited for waving him over as he gestured to the stunned and restrained man. "Ploog I need you to escort this man up to the ship and have him put in a holding cell you can choose to stay if you wish but there are enough personnel that even if this man escapes he won't go far. So feel free to return planet side after your job is done." He nods his head to [member="Ploog"] lightly yes this soldier was taller then him and far bigger but he knew he could trust him.

 

[Ak'lya]

The Child of Myrkr slowly walked into the local cantina. He was here because his people needed him. He didn't know the planet, just that it was joining them, and he knew no one here. They were his kin, but the technology, the weapons, the ships.... they were strange to him. He wasn't used to all of this. Back home, there were no ships, no blasters, just him and Talon. As the thought crossed his mind, he lowered the nutrition pack from his shoulders and opened it, smiling under his helmet. Putting it back on, he sat near the others, removing his helmet for the first time.
[member="Garrus Garon"] @Nolan Detta [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Briika Tor"]

 

[Juggerduck]

"Come with Ploog," said the Cragmoloid Legionnare to @Sy' Q. Lant, "and don't tell Ploog your story; Ploog doesn't want to hear it. Ploog has been through enough in one day." Ploog waited until the ship was ready for departure; it was the one he'd come down in, and the only one large enough to accomodate his enormous frame.

As the shuttle rose, Ploog sat across from his prisoner and kept his hands on his restraint webbing, ready to release it and gore the man to death if he tried to make a break for it, whistling a friendly tune as the ship ascended.