Private The Drakeling & The Wyvern

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

"Hurry it up with that shipment!"

The brigands were hurrying through the landing bay, slipping crates of spice into their ship as some guards stood on guard. They had to be careful, getting these smuggled drugs off Kaddak and to a more... drug friendly planet. The local Karjr had a strict anti-drug policy, and they knew she was likely hunting them as they worked. Not exactly ready to be unalived today, they were hurrying to the landing platform to escape the planet. The harsh winds blew as the small crew loaded crate after crate of illegal goods into their ship. As the guards peered into the dark hallways they had come from, the workers continued to hurry.

One lad fell, dropping a smaller crate of death sticks onto the landing pad's metal floor.

"Be careful!" One of the others barked. One brigand guarding looked back at the infighting for a moment, then looked back to the hallway leading into the building.

Then, they all heard it. The growing rumble of an engine purring. Just thinking that it was another ship below deck, the group continued on with their work. Though, some guards turned and switched positions to guard the ship. The rumbling of the engine grew louder, and soon all the workers paused and looked up... as a ship ascended from below them to in front of their landing pad. Worst of all, it was the unmistakable identity of a basilisk droid. And atop the droid's head, a Mandalorian warrior stood with her blaster rifle ready.

One of the leading brigands waved his hand towards the ship, shouting, "She's here! Hurry up!"

The Mandalorian stood there, watching the bandits scurry and panic as they knew they were caught. Without question, the guards lifted their blasters to attack. The Mandalorian spoke one word, "Cab."

The basilisk opened fire, shooting the ship and causing a massive explosion. Many bandits and guards died, and the remaining looked up in terror. Knowing that this Karjr was ready to slaughter, the unarmed drug dealers retreated into the dark building as the guards opened fire, also attempting a slower retreat.

The Karjr jumped off the basilisk, landing on the metallic wreckage of the ship with all the confidence in the world. Blaster bolts just bounced off her armor as she made a second jump, landing on the ground. She lifted her rifle and took several shots at the criminals. She shot each and every one first try. As the wind blew across the landing bay, the fires of the ship wafering in the breeze, she slung the blaster on her back and pulled out two pistols, entering the shadows of the building.

The echoes of footsteps pounded across the metal floor as the man darted through the long mechanical room, panting. The sounds of his frightened fleeing resounded through the room as he ducked behind a wall. He breathed heavily, hoping he had lost her... only to hear slower but doom heralding footsteps enter the room in echoes.

"No..."

The voice of the Mandalorian was confident and patronizing, "Found you."

The footsteps grew closer, echoes louder with each step. He lifted his hand and pulled it over his mouth, trembling. Why had he signed up for this?! Was the quick money for his own death stick fix worth this? When he had said he would do anything for his fix, he had not thought that it would go this far...

Then, the silhouette of that dreaded armor stood before him. He cried out as she lifted her pistol towards him and-

The brigand sighed as slipped into the night, into the dark alleyways of Kaddak. Was he... the only survivor? He had heard of the ruthlessness of the Enclave's warden over Kaddak, but this...

He shook his head, looking down at the single death stick he had salvaged. This would not be enough to buy him the ticket off of Kaddak he had wanted. Was it all over? The sound of a jetpack whirling caused him to yelp. He looked up to see that very Mandalorian, coated in the green blood of the team's Duros, descending upon a balcony at the end of the alleyway. He cried out, turning and running as he hoped to just evade her fire. He heard her jump to the ground as he neared the other end of the alleyway, to make a break into the streets, only for another beskar'gam laden foe to stand in his path. He skidded to a halt. He excepted his fate and closed his eyes. Wherever he went, it had to be better than this planet.

Meanwhile, the hunter paused in her tracks. another vod? She lowered the vambrace she had raised towards the bandit and watched for the figure's next action.

Kragr Krayt

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Tag: Gwyneira Vizsla

Kragr had been hunting some criminals for a few systems by now, leading him to an Enclave-ruled planet, Kaddak. It still hasn't been long since Kragr had found his way into Enclave space. In fact, Shai Maji , his foundling daughter, had been the one who to drag the giant stubborn Mandalorian back from the deep outer rim solar systems. It still made Kragr laugh, how his daughter had, with a stubborn fury, only rivalled by his own, managed to kick his ass back to civilisation.

And now that he was back, he hated to admit it, but there were many benefits to being back. For one, the alcohol just tasted better than it did out there only when he was lucky to find an inn. Then there of course was less downtime between fighting and given the fact that Kragr was terrible at sitting still, he appreciated the extra work he could take.

With that said, a politician had contacted Kragr to take a bounty that was very hush-hush and under the table. Something about the politician not wanting it to be known that he hired a bounty hunter. Truthfully, Kragr didn't care for whatever reason this man hired him. What Kragr cared about, was getting paid and the job didn't involve anything immoral in his eyes.

Lucky for both of them, it was criminals dealing with drugs and getting it out to the public, but it got into the hands of children. There was one thing that Kragr hated more than Sith, it was the endangerment of children.

Unfortunately, these types of criminals proved to be particularly slippery and had managed to escape him each time. Well, their days were numbered as he had managed to track them down to Kaddak, where apparently, a large shipment of death sticks and other illegal drugs were packaged and exported out.

Kragr knew of the laws on Kaddak and he found it almost moronically impressive that they found it a good idea to set up a base of operation on a planet, actively trying to stop the drug trade on the planet.

Nevertheless, having just found his way into a dark alleyway, one of the people he had been hunting ran straight into him. How curious, that was a new one.

With one sweep motion, Kragr grabbed the man by the throat with his Crushgaunt gauntlet, raising him high into the air. The criminal's eyes went wide, releasing a loud pained grunt. Heaving and gasping for the little air that could enter his lungs. The man looked at the emotionless t-visor of red and black, "going somewhere? You slippery chakaar" spoke the giant of a man with a tone of smugness.

Noticing the other bounty hunter or Mandalorian, it was a bit hard to tell sometimes these days with everyone wearing armour in this profession. Turning his head to look at the smaller armoured individual spotting a combination of pink and black-clad beskar'gam telling him that it was most likely also a Mandalorian like himself.

"If you let me get some information out of this chakaar, I'll let you have him all to yourself Mando'ad," said the giant of a man, reaching a little over 2 meters in height. Keeping his sight on the stranger, waiting for her answer.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

The Mandalorian blinked beneath her buy'ce, watching the behemoth vod lift the bandit high in the air. The female crossed her arms, nodding to him.

<"All your's, vod.">

She smirked, <"Hoth, if he doesn't do what you want, feel free to kark him up for me. I was just going to slaughter him like the animal he is anyways.">

She shrugged, buy'ce tilting in another nod, <"Of course, if you feel kind enough to let him go for doing what you want... not my cup of tea, but sure.">

In this dialogue, she hoped to intimidate and entice the bandit at the same time, to do whatever his captor wanted... before she shot his brains out either way. She turned and leaned against the alley wall, acting too casual in such a violent situation.

<"I am Gwyneira Krayt. Clan Krayt, House Vizsla. Who might you be?">

Despite her casual demeanor, she still dipped her head in respects. She hoped she was seen as an equal Mandalorian, one who passed through fire and her Verd'goten. But she also gave the respect she desired to others. How could she expect respect if she gave none.

So, she watched what this beast was going to do. She had to admit, even compared to her buir, Kranak Vizsla , this man was his own fortress of might and stature. Tall and proud. She was... envious. She was so short! Even Eliz Krayt was taller than her now!

As she mused about her new companion, her family, and how tiny she was, she watched the newcomer. Whether he chose to tear this criminal apart or not...

Kragr Krayt

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Tag: Gwyneira Vizsla

Nodding to what the smaller Mandalorian said, he refocused his eyes on the young man in his iron tight grip, holding the young man up with one hand. "Tell me, where do you keep all your little drug storage facility?" Asked the giant Mandalorian with a calm tone, staring at the man in his grip with the cold emotionless t-visor.

"T-t-they'll K-k-killll me, i-i-if I tel-l-l you" choked the young man, having a hard time breathing.

When the woman spoke again, it caught Kragr's attention he kept his focus on the young man.

"Kragr Krayt" introduced the large man as himself.

Kragr grabs one of the young man's arms and completely shatters it from the elbow, rendering the lower arm useless. The alleyway was filled with an indescribable pained cry as tears ran down the cheek of the man staring terrified at Kragr. He almost wished the other one had just shot him, at least he would have died quickly.

"I ask you again. Where is your friend's storage facility?" Asked Kragr, now a deep icy tone filled his voice.

Pulling out a small datapad, "its... in... there..." whimpered the young man painfully.

Taking the lit datapad, meaning it had been unlocked for Kragr. Probably in hope of not getting tortured.

Turning his head to Gwyneira.

"Fancy a little walk?" Asked Kragr the woman and with one small pressure, Gwyneira heard the neck pop as Kragr had simply crushed the young man's entire neck and throat with his gauntlet. Haning limbless, Kragr dropped the dead man and looked at the datapad.

"At least the kid kept his word, coordinates are in here" explained Kragr and punched them into his vambrace and threw the datapad to the smaller woman.

"You can come or not, up to you," said Kragr walking past Gwyn and out of the alleyway to head back to the main road that would lead to the spaceport.