Dominion The Frontier War: Shrouded Sands | Enclave Dominion of Tatooine (Open to all Underworld Characters)

[Safira Haran]

Safira could only nod in agreement to his comment on clans. They were a pain. To be around, to handle, and to lose when you had finally found one that you could stomach the pain for. That part sucked the most, without a doubt.

"Oh yeah?" She turned to glance at him quickly. "I've met a few Vizslas in my time. Can't say I remember them very well individually, but the name sticks out." There were many times Isley had taken her to some Confederate thing filled to the brim with people and names and faces that Safira could not quite bring up anymore, but certain things were there still.

"Aint nothing wrong with roaming though." She added. "Been doing it myself for a little while now."

It was then that Safira realised she had been following him without actually paying attention to where they were going. Out, obviously, but she hadn't forgotten about her ship waiting for her in the port. She was about to say something when Hiron spoke again.

"Yeah. Born and raised. Don't have much to do with any other Varad besides my buir and my brothers. He lived on Shimia anyway, away from all of that. Proud of them nonetheless, but I haven't seen them for some time." Perhaps, now that the confederacy had fallen if all the rumours were true, Safira could make her way back there for a visit. It had been far too long, but that could wait until she had the credits and the ammo to make it there safely.

"I have a ship. I don't want to leave it behind. Why don't I give you my details and you can send me the coordinates? We can meet up."

Hiron Vizsla ​

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Objective 2: Meet up with fellow Mandos, await the go-ahead!
Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators, Magnetic Detonators, Perun's Call
Tag: Gwyneira Vizsla | Kale Onara | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren | Thonn Rokkal | Open

Vulcan had fallen back into unusual quiet, the Cantina filled up a little more, there was a table full of Gen'Dai having a game of drink Sabacc, the rules are; you lose you drink 2 glasses of booze. He looked away, he needed to be alert and ready for the inevitable pandemonium of a gunfight. He has no trouble with fights, he's been in plenty to know how to avoid an injury, well he couldn't avoid the ice grip on his leg back at DK. He can feel the tingles even now. He ignored it to await the go-ahead for a full-on fight, he was itching to have a good rumble.

He caught Gwyn's hissed declaration of hate for spice smugglers, well they are not exactly held in high regard. He has been doing homework before he arrived here. He had thought of sitting it out but his desire to fight won out. He carefully looked around, not drawing attention to the fact he stole a glance at the pair disguised as a look around the Cantina.

Once the green light is lit, he will help Gwyn with dealing with them. But for now, they need to sit tight and wait. Vulcan hates waiting for anything. He did start to throw a bit of a tantrum over waiting at the restroom queue once, but he was entitled to, it hurt to stand at that point.

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Quick And Easy
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Location: Tatooine
Local Time: 12:35
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Eliminate Miran Kril and his Generals
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 2 (Minus the Backpack and Primary. Integrated SD Belt. + Goran’s Stand
Tags: Shai Maji | Faison Kelborn | Ardasz Verd | Nyx N1X3
Engaging: Xyoz Maji (Very Soon)

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The Reaper. You can cease using hand-signals, Alor'ad. If I meant to ambush you I would have shot you from two miles away using a railgun. I have no interest in your hunt today. Your Enclave is moving in on territory I once oversaw, and I question your motives and your commitment. I only wished to inform you that you are being watched, Vizsla. I hope you do not disappoint.

Stacked up by the door on the opposite side of the Wardog with a flash grenade in his hand, the Alor’ad[1] was mulling over the latest comlink transmission from the individual that identified themselves as “The Reaper”. <Territory I once oversaw…> the man repeated internally as Shai went about placing the breaching charge on the door. That statement shed a little bit of light on the situation, but brought more questions with it. The obvious moniker aside, who were they, really? What exactly were their intentions? They may be not a threat to the Enclave yet but how long would it take for that to change? Would the Enclave at one point mark an individual for termination that The Reaper considered important they remain alive? What would The Reaper deem as ill intent towards them regarding the Enclave’s operations on Tatooine that would have them oppose the Mandalorians?

Although he was uncertain of the answers to the questions that loomed at the back of his mind, he certainly didn’t feel comfortable about the fact that he was a mere trigger pull away from kissing his shebs[2] goodbye to a railgun, that was for sure. Whoever “The Reaper” was, they had the potential to pose a massive security threat which could easily jeopardize their future operations on Tatooine, or even on other neighboring worlds; should their intent shift, choosing to collaborate with the crime syndicates; or worse, their enemies abroad. He would have to notify Command about this, post mission debrief when they were back on Kestri.

As much as this was a pressing matter they would have to get to the bottom of it as soon as they could, the mission at hand demanded his immediate focus.

The giant would be ripped from mulling any further as the door blew open; the five second fuze of the breaching charge had beeped down. Pressing down on the red plastoid cap above the flash grenade with his thumb, the giant engaged its fuze and threw it inside right after.

”Breaching!”

With a thunderous bang and a blinding flash of white light, the flash grenade went off; the Wardog, being the pointman in the two man stack, would be the first vod through the door. Almost whisper quiet shots from her blaster resounded into the hallway not a moment she had stepped into the room.

<”Aubin, shebs ta’na’oaragr.[3]”> The giant commanded the ursod next to him as he quickly followed the Wardog’s lead into the room; his verpine battle rifle raised to the fore. Following his command, the ursod would enter the room right after Kranak, and hold rear security, keeping the six of the giant and the Wardog covered as they went about clearing the room.

Stepping into Miran Krill’s private, wide and luxurious closed terrace, the giant moved parallel to the wall behind him at a slow combat pace, covering and moving to a different sector than the Wardog’s; the group of disoriented guards and top dogs surrounding their primary target collapsed to the ground lifeless, as 12.7x55 millimeter slugs tore flesh and bone in large chunks, leaving see-through holes the size of his head in the rounds’ wake, or completely tearing bodies in half with each pull of the rifle’s trigger.

Denied even a second’s respite to recover from the flash grenade, the disoriented Pykes and criminals alike in the room were cut down in mere moments in a display of sheer brutality and efficiency from the two seasoned Mandalorians.

Pressing down on the magazine release with his index finger, the giant catched the spent magazine as it slid down the mag well with his left hand as he let go of the handguard. Tossing the empty magazine into his dump pouch strapped to his warbelt at his back left hip for later use, he reached for a fresh mag from his magazine pouch as the Wardog dispatched the last Pyke with a silenced blaster bolt to the face.

”Quick and easy… hold up. She pulled her helmet off and knelt down.

Inserting the fresh mag into the battle rifle’s mag well, the magazine sat in place with a satisfying clack; with a crisp chink a fresh round cycled into the verpine’s chamber after the giant pulled back and let go of the charging handle at the left side of the rifle. As he paced about the room, before he went about confirming both their kills, the giant’s gaze fell on the small energy generator powering the energy shield that wrapped the open side of the balcony and later at the cheering crowd of spectators outside watching the race. Evidently, not a sound had escaped through the shield, as the civilians outside continued watching the Boonta Eve, completely unaware of what went down not a moment ago inside the private terrace.

”There’s definitely a Rancor in here… and someone else.”She looked around for a bit until she found a false door.

Having confirmed the termination of their primary target and other similarly high value targets inside the room, the giant stepped over the corpses and torn flesh as he drew near the large metal grate in the middle of the room for spectators to watch the carnivorous creature tear its prey. Crouching beside the Wardog, the giant looked into the Rancor pit to see who this “someone else” was.

”Found the Rancor… but those legs look suspiciously familiar.”She muttered as she studied the situation.

Shifting his gaze from the wide metal grate before him and onto his ori’vod[4] beside him, the giant tilted his head to the side quizzically before looking back at the grate a moment later. He could see the lower half of the torn body for himself, but the remains were foreign to him. A closer look at it would be in order, perhaps.

As he parted his lips to propose the idea of descending into the Rancor pit, he heard the distinct long and short beeps in dadita over his helmet comlink; a transmission from Faison. The giant would listen to the brief transmission in silence before responding with his own.

"<Late arrival. VIP with guards. Delayed for one minute. Take the shot?">

The giant’s verpine hung on his broad chest plate as he let go of the rifle and raised the manual comlink controls installed into his left vambrace close to his faceplate, and began sending his response in dadita to Faison. <”Take them out quietly.”>

The giant’s response relayed to him in the form of short to long beeps the presses of the push-to-talk key made over the comlink, he lowered his left vambrace as he leaned his right arm atop his knee as he considered the next course of action in his mind for a moment. They had achieved their mission objective here without any issues, with the last of the HVT to be taken care of by their sharpshooter. They also still had some time left on the clock before the gangsters could realize their network was compromised.

Witnessing the incompetency of the gangsters thus far, it would be unwise to leave a karkin’ Rancor alive here, as it could wreak havoc if it were to escape the compound. Plus, he always wanted to take part in killing a big kark off Rancor. This was a unique opportunity to get a Rancor kill for both their names.

Upon quickly considering what to do next, the giant’s white glowing visor turned to look at the Wardog’s red cybernetic eyes. <”Wanna take a closer look?”> He asked, joyfully. <”We’re way ahead of schedule. Still got a good amount of time in our hands before we need to extract,”> He said as he crouch-walked onto the metal grating; the fusion cutter installed into his right vambrace popped out of its housing, with the tip igniting with a jet of blue flame. <”Come on, it’s gonna be fun! We’d get the bragging rights for killing a Rancor, too.”> He would begin cutting away a circular hole on the metal grating large enough for both of them to descend down into the pit with his fusion cutter a moment after he’d get an answer from his long-time comrade.

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Spoiler: Translations

[1] Alor’ad = Captain.
[2] Shebs = Backside, rear, ass.
[3]”Aubin, shebs ta’na’oaragr.” = “Aubin, pull rear security.”
[4] Ori’vod = Special friend.

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Gwyneira Vizsla Kale Onara Vren Rook Tawnita Wren Vulcan Krayt and any others

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"Yeah, let's do it." Thonn replied quietly with a nod of his head. He had his rotary cannon resting beside his helmet on the seat he'd reserved for Vren. While it was a fine weapon, it wasn't all that fine shooting people in a crowd – more suited for shooting the entire crowd itself.

His disruptor handgun was a far better choice; easier to aim and far less conspicuous than aiming six blaster barrels at someone. Between himself and the sizable cannon beside him, the pistol was kept concealed from view at a level beneath the table. His weight shifted to his feet, as he readied himself to move once the firefight had begun. Once shots began firing, he'd take a kneeling position behind the table, using it for cover while firing shots at the three Gwyneira had verbally marked for death.

Until then he'd wait, with his finger on the trigger, ever itching to mete out what spice dealers deserved.

 

[Xyoz Maji]

"- FUCK!"

The process, while delayed, was quick and.. Unsettling. From the pair of legs muscle and bone sprouted out. Reforming a torso, arms, a head. Organs rebuilt themselves from a mass of red, layer upon layer of the body that had been there rebuilding itself. Until finally the grey fur, lined with spots of brown and gold, lined the new, raw skin. Xyoz sprang right up, feeling over himself and staring around with his faintly glowing yellow eyes.

Just making sure that he didn't wake up in the stomach of a Rancor. A heavy, relieved sigh escaped him as he leaned back against the rock wall, eyes closed for a moment. Waking up in the belly of a beast was a pain in on itself. Then the clatter of metal pulled his attention. He blinked, glancing to the fallen grate. Then up towards where it fell from. Kranak Vizsla was the first thing he saw.

Disbelief filled his gaze before he stood up, pointing right at the giant.

"WHAT THE HELL!? THERE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ANY MANDALORIANS HERE! WHY IS IT ALWAYS YOU GUYS WHO RUIN THINGS!?" He huffed and growled in annoyance. No wait, the growl wasn't him. He slowly lowered his hand, glancing over to the Rancor that was slowly waking up.

"Come on man.."

Shai Maji | Faison Kelborn

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Nyx's patience knew no limit. Or so she liked to think. Truth of the matter was that while time had little power over a Cybernetic such as herself, Nyx also perceived the galaxy at a far slower pace than the organics that flooded it. Which necessitated Nyx occupy herself with many different tasks so that she didn't become frustrated waiting on a reply to a simple query -- much as the organics did when someone didn't reply fast enough to their holo-text.

Sometimes such activities took the form of compiling a database -- there were so many different ways you could organize and establish relationships between different pieces of data For instance, the holo-proposal that everyone was at most six degrees of separation from Chancellor Aerarii Tithe . How it was organics found this a worthwhile use of their time figuring out whether someone or something was or was not in fact closely connected to such an influential person, Nyx couldn't say. Her subroutines in organic interactions were quite comprehensive and yet they still managed to formulate circumstances yet accounted for.

So it was a mild surprise when Nyx detected someone hunting for her. Well, they had started the search at any rate, but a discrete examination suggested a lack of hands-on monitoring in real-time. The probe got infinitesimally close, and then she stepped to one side. Another relay, another encryption (nothing too extensive, but enough), another proxy... Enough to buy time and identify her paramour was local to the city. One of the Vizsla's then. A curious development and not entirely unwelcome.

Curiosity killed felines, not an Electronic Super Intelligence. Or Mandalorians, it would seem, today.

After a few seconds Nyx let their net close in to triangulate her location as they seemed keen to do. The coordinates would read out placing it in Mos Espa on Tatooine approximately... well, three-hundred feet over Kranak Vizsla 's head in the open air.

Ordinarily, Nyx's Scythe Fighter didn't have a cloaking device, but today's mission warranted one. Tatooine was not Coruscant; it did not have computers and cameras on every street corner for her to monitor everything. Better to stay near the action. Quite near with a little help with the criminal's own technology to monitor what happened in the enclosed spaces. Criminals were always quite useful for that -- intelligence gathering. Oh, they often bought some high-end equipment and even hired some capable people, but Nyx was patient and understood organics all too well.

Just not well enough to foresee their more flamboyant and illogical twists, which kept them an interesting field of study.

Tag: Faison Kelborn

 

[Faison Kelborn]

OBJECTIVE: Quick & Easy
TAG: Shai Maji Kranak Vizsla Nyx N1X3 Xyoz Maji Ardasz Verd

'Fecking silently??' Why his companions seemed to ask the impossible of him would continue to boggle the mind of Faison for many years to come. Perhaps it was because he was that good (I mean, it's true. Can't blame anyone for that impression). He'd have to seriously reconsider the portions of profits he takes when he goes on missions with these two, considering the amount of times he has to be the fecking responsible adult. His mind raced on how he could possibly dispose of nearly a dozen targets in the middle of a packed back road silently. As he thought about it, his status indicator beeped with the results of his subroutine to find the source of this 'Reaper'. The results of the search were... puzzling to say the least. According to his triangulation, their stalker was approximately 100 meters above the insertion team. To the naked eye, nothing was there. But as Faison focused on the area a bit longer, he thought he saw a... shimmering?

He didn't have the time to focus more on that though, instead his mind had finally come up with a hairbrained plan that would likely blow up in his face rather than actually work. He raced over to his holo-terminal again, quickly establishing an uplink with something; anything he could get his hands on. He couldn't necessarily take out the thugs silently from his position in under a minute, but he could conceivably hijack a nearby speeder to stage a 'tragic accident'. Most automated transports and bulk speeders had rudimentary security safeguards to say the least, and given the success of his earlier attempt to triangulate their observer, he felt confident he could achieve yet again the unlikely. Sure enough, there was a bulk land skiff being piloted by a utility droid going down the alleyway. It didn't take long for Faison's terminal to link up with the signal being broadcast by the droid's intelligence network. He wouldn't be able to override its behavioral inhibitor, but he could - for a very brief amount of time, alter its motor functions. All he needed was to make a sharp turn... NOW.

As the thugs set about trying to force the back door open to the complex, they would be rather rudely surprised by a bulk skiff barreling through the speeder which dropped off the VIP, and steamrolling through the group of guards and into the VIP himself at full speed. The presumed crime lord was carried several feet until the speeder impacted hard against the sandstone wall of the complex, pinning him to the wall and breaching a small segment, causing the section of wall to collapse on top of the VIP. Unless he was secretly a Wookiee dressed in a Dug's body, the maneuver would doubtlessly result in his death. The guards quickly set about recovering from the sudden 'accident', with a pair pulling the clueless droid from its perch and beating it mercilessly with their clubs. Others rushed to the crumbled wall, frantically trying to pull the rubble from the crushed remains of their employer. The maneuver seemingly sparked an unintended but no less welcome outcome, as several denizens of the area rushed the surviving thugs, pelting them with stones, rubble, and even some pulling out blasters and loosing shots. It appeared what some may have considered a festive event had otherwise masked frustrations that this opportunity caused by the 'accident' had lain bare.

While the situation developed below, Faison updated the team in the complex: <"VIP had accident. Located stalker. 100 meters above us. Investigating now.">

 

[Hiron Vizsla]

Safira Haran

"Yeah, well. When one Vizsla becomes Mand'alor like two or three times in a row..." How often had Ra been Mand'alor? Thrice? Two times? Hiron was a bit fuzzy on the details. Definitely the first time around and then again after the stint of the pretender. That entire episode was vague to hell though. Some said Ra had been a puppet of the Sith, but that seemed a bit much to Vizsla.

Wouldn't have surprised him if that was just propaganda at work there.

"...and the Alor shatters the throne of Mand'alor before causing a whole bloody schism in the middle of a coronation?" Hiron shrugged. "That sort o' chit sticks by people, I guess."

He paused halfway through his ship once she mentioned having her own.

Guess that made sense. It was either public transit or that, so Hiron nodded. "Yeah, sure. But if ya get lost along the way dun' complain to me, eh?" Teasing her lightly as he flicked his comm-link and transferred the details to her.

"Rishi is a beauty this time a year. The Confederacy's fall has caused a damn mess everywhere, but with Rishi... well... we jus' going back to how it used to be, before they started forcing their sense of order onto the world." A smuggler's paradise. Piracy heaven. Scum o' the heaven. It was exactly the kind of place that Hiron always felt at home on.

"Guess I will see ya when I see ya then, Saf. Good luck."

A little salute before he moved to go onto his own ship. Hell, Hiron found himself in a win-win situation here. Either Saf found her way there and maybe Hiron could convince her to do some work for Vizsla. After all, she didn't seem all that fixed on the Varad tagline. Or she didn't find her way to Rishi and he'd be one debt less.

Win-win.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Objective: (Try to) Clean up Mos Espa
Tag: @ Kandosii Ka'rta | @ Thonn Rokkal | @ Kale Onara | @ Gwyneira Vizsla | @ Tawnita Wren | @ Vulcan Krayt | Mandos

Siv lept down from the roof to the ground below, his jetpack firing a short burst to slow his fall. Landing lightly on his feet, he observed his handiwork before he looked at Kandosii. They hadn't seen each other in a while, but the two gunslingers were on good terms from their Kestri days. "Don't worry, these Raider's homecoming gifts were plenty enough," he said sarcastically as he casually kicked aside a blaster from the arms of a corpse.

Checking his own pistol, he nodded. "Probably a good idea. Don't want to have to track them out to the Dune Sea again, it'd take hours to clean out the sand from my armor." He idly strode, retrieved a Whistling Bird warhead that looked to be in good condition, and re-inserted it into his launcher. It was always good to conserve ammunition, especially when he had no idea how many thugs he'd be facing before he could resupply. "Let's get to it, then," he called to his fellow gunslinger.
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[Shai Maji]

GEAR: IN BIO
TAGS: Kranak Vizsla | Xyoz Maji | Faison Kelborn | Nyx N1X3

<”Come on, it’s gonna be fun! We’d get the bragging rights for killing a Rancor, too.”>

"Now don't make it sound like it's your idea." She joked as she watched him cut the grate open. "Hell yeah, let's go. Just gotta let Faison know what's up." She raised her vambrace to ping him a quick message. :: Checking Rancor in building. Come join, loser. :: She snickered at her own dadita message, though it was immediately diminished with his own message pinging in their comms. "Stalker?" She muttered to herself. :: Ping for help if needed. Wardog out. :: She sent him before she descended into the Rancor's pit with her boots' repulsors.

She touched down just in time to see Xyoz's reanimated body ranting at them before his attention turned to the stirring Rancor. "Chill out, babe, this ain't that big a deal." She quipped as she casually nudged his shoulder with the butt of her rifle. "Gotta be honest, I'm slightly disappointed. How the hell did you manage to get eaten by a Rancor?" Her teasing quickly ceased when the massive beast rose from its slumber, a deep growl turning into a roar as it came at them. Shai leapt into the air with her jetpack carrying her up as she fired at the monster, though even her particle rifle didn't seem to do much against it.

"Any ideas?" She asked the other two. "Hey babe, can't you... like... wake up in its stomach and tear it apart from the inside?!" She called out to him as she continued to fire at the Rancor.

In all honesty, she didn't mind a long fight with a Rancor. It was better than the conversation that was going to happen between her, Xyoz and Kranak afterwards. They likely needed to arrest Xyoz... she didn't want that... and Xyoz was likely gonna have some questions of his own.

Fighting a Rancor was definitely the better option.

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Quick and Easy​

Location: Tatooine
Local Time: 12:37
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Eliminate Miran Kril and his Generals
Secondary Objective: Kill The Rancor
Equipment: Loadout 2 (Minus the Backpack and Primary. Integrated SD Belt.) + Goran’s Stand
Tags: Shai Maji | Faison Kelborn | Ardasz Verd | Nyx N1X3
Engaging: Xyoz Maji (Very Soon)

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”Now don’t make it sound like it’s your idea.” She joked as she watched him cut the grate open. “Hell yeah, let’s go. Just gotta let Faison know what’s up.”

On board with killing the Rancor and getting the go-ahead from the Wardog, the Alor’ad[1] lightly snickered as he began cutting away a large, circular hole on the metal grate with his fusion cutter. The metal whizzed and frizzled as bright orange sparks began jutting off from right underneath the torch’s nozzle, with the jet of blue flame melting and cutting away the grating with relative ease as the Wardog went about sending a sitrep in dadita[2] to their assigned Sharpshooter for the day.

:: Checking Rancor in building. Come join, loser. ::

<”VIP had accident. Located stalker. 100 meters above us. Investigating now.

”Stalker?” She muttered to herself. :: Ping for help if needed. Wardog out. ::​

The giant would halt cutting away the grate momentarily upon receiving Faison’s transmission over the comlink as he shot a glance at the Wardog to his right. So he was not the only one that had their comlinks compromised? And how did their Sharpshooter manage to pinpoint the location of the source of The Reaper’s transmissions so easily? They had managed to slice into their bio-hexacrypt encrypted comlink channels without them noticing. Either some serious hardware and skill was in play here, or he overestimated The Reaper.

Or maybe they purposefully left bread crumbs to be picked up by Faison. Could he be walking into a trap now, by investigating the source of The Reaper’s transmission, even though The Reaper had previously made a statement that expressed they were uninterested in their hunt of high ranking street trash today? He was uncertain of the answer, but there was only one way of finding out.

After quickly weighing his options in a matter of a few seconds, he raised his left vambrace and swiftly sent Faison his response in the form of dadita. <”Keep us updated. Proceed with caution.”> He sanctioned the Sharpshooter’s investigation of The Reaper’s transmission source. It was certainly a risky decision, but necessary. They had absolutely no data regarding The Reaper, and command would certainly need it to make an accurate assessment as to who they are and their intentions. This was their chance to bring back valuable intel that would benefit future operations on Tatooine and in the region, instead of going back home empty handed. Having sent the transmission, the giant continued cutting the grating.

Amidst the whine of metal, the high definition audio sensors installed into his helmet picked up the sickening snap of bone and writhing of raw flesh. He would have not paid no mind to it, thinking it was the Rancor devouring the remains of the body torn in half, but the loud shout of profanity had him pause in confusion. Someone was alive down there? The voice was somewhat familiar, too!

”-FUCK!”

<”...The kark?”> The giant muttered in bafflement. As he tried to put a face on the familiar voice, the giant swiftly finished cutting away a circular hole over the metal grating. Finished, the giant stood up as the fusion cutter retracted back into it’s housing inside his right vambrace. Taking a step back afterwards, he stomped the grating and kicked down the cutaway metal circle. The piece of metal dropping from the grating loudly clattered in the Rancor pit. Looking down into the pit, he would gaze upon the jaw-dropping scene before him. The torn lower half of the body no longer lifelessly laid on the bloodstained sand in the pit; instead, a pair of orange eyes, widened in equal amounts of disbelief with that of the giant’s stared back at him, with a hand pointing at the Alor’ad clad in jet-black beskar’gam[3].

Xyoz!?

”WHAT THE HELL!? THERE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ANY MANDALORIANS HERE! WHY IS IT ALWAYS YOU GUYS WHO RUIN THINGS!?” He huffed in annoyance.

Before he could recover from his bemused state, the Wardog descended into the Rancor pit without a second’s hesitation, seemingly not taken aback by a corpse reanimating. He had seen his fair share of chit in his life over the years; aruetii[4] and vode[5] dying in some of the most excruciating ways possible, as well as dealing with horrendous battlefield injuries as a baar’ur[6]. Witnessing the horrors of war and death on a regular basis over time had made him stone-faced and mostly indifferent to Death and the creative ways He claimed lives, but never had he seen a corpse getting re-animated, let alone so perfectly, with their memory and motor skills remaining intact as if he didn’t die not too long ago.

Saying the sight before him was bizarre would be a severe understatement.

What made it a little stranger was the fact that Shai was unphased by it. He didn’t know she had gotten back with her ex, and wasn’t aware of the fact that Xyoz was the one that proposed turning her into a vampire, to restore her battered body, to give back what was taken from her. Now things made sense.

Recovering from his bemusement a moment after the Wardog jumped down the hole and into the pit, the giant followed suit swiftly; the repulsor assisted grappling hook on his right vambrace shot at the ceiling right above the hole with a soft, yet distinct snap-hiss. After the hook buried itself into the stone ceiling with ease, the giant rappelled down into the pit as the Wardog spoke to Xyoz.

”Chill out, babe, this ain’t that big a deal.” She quipped as she casually nudged his shoulder with the butt of her rifle. Gotta be honest, I’m slightly disappointed. How the hell did you manage to get eaten by a Rancor?”

A carnivorous growl turning into a blood curdling, murderous roar of the Rancor would remind them they were not alone in the Rancor pit.

”Come on man..”

<”Now’s not the time, guys.”> The giant reminded them as the Rancor awoke fully, growling and roaring as the massive creature drew nearer with each ground shaking stomp of its feet. He himself had a number of questions in his mind about this unexpected encounter with the Shistavanen he wanted to voice at that moment, but now was not the time to inquire. That would have to wait until they dispatched the Rancor. As Shai leapt into the air with her jetpack and opened up on the massive beast with her silenced particle rifle, the giant reached for his battle rifle’s sling and took it off. <”Xyoz, catch!”> he shouted as he tossed the rifle at the Shistavanen so he could at least defend himself against the Rancor.

”Any ideas?” She asked the other two. ”Hey babe, can’t you… like… wake up in its stomach and tear it apart from the inside?!” She called out to him as she continued to fire at the Rancor.

<”He can do that!?”> He shouted in surprise as he sprung into action; the giant aimed his right vambrace at the ceiling above the massive creature lumbering towards them, and shot his grappling hook. As the hook buried itself deep into the ceiling, the giant broke into a sprint, running diagonally towards the wall to his left. Building enough speed in a few moments, the giant jumped and placed one foot on the wall and pushed off forward and upwards, running horizontally on the wall before he leapt into the air and ascended on the massive creature’s back with the help of his grappling hook, while the beast bellowed with a deafening roar and waved its giant hand at the Wardog to swat her out the air.

<”Aim for its joints and face!”> The giant shouted as he latched onto the beast’s back, answering Shai’s question as to how they could kill the massive Rancor. Grasping the beast’s scales firmly with his left hand to remain on its back when it tried to shake him off, the giant begin to rip the blaster fire resistant skin and scales of the gigantic Rancor with the help of his crushgaunts in hopes of creating a weak spot sufficient enough to try and kill it with his particle pistol, or a grenade.

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Spoiler: Translations

[1] Alor’ad = Captain.
[2] Dadita = code used by Mandalorians, like morse code.
[3] Beskar’gam = Armor.
[4] Aruetii = Outsider, foreigner.
[5] Vode = Brothers/Sisters, plural of “vod”.
[6] Baar’ur = Medic.

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[Nyx N1X3]

Intriguing. Would it have not been more efficient to compromise the entire Control Network?

The city erupted with a cacophony of sound as horns sounded throughout the city simultaneously for precisely one second.

It is quite easily done when you are one of those that overhauled the city's electronic defenses. Were I 'playful' I might be inclined to trip every alarm in your operational area making your exfiltration quite difficult. My calculations show the locals would be disinclined to accept Enclave influence over matters of governance were an unsanctioned hit made public. That is why you are going to such lengths to maintain your cover even now, is it not?

The Intelligence backdoor that Nyx had built in a number of former Confederate planetary defense systems was still quite accessible. Not something any so-called Slicer could avail themselves of either. What were the chances the backdoor would be found? After all, she'd upgraded worlds that hadn't managed their affairs competently until she -- or the other Intelligence Agents -- came along. Her little secret would go unnoticed for quite some time; especially as she cycled through the systems and made subtle changes to keep it that way.

One of the benefits to having too many cycles on Nyx's hands -- time enough to take of even the minute details.

Why, if she had the desire, Nyx was confident she could have the galaxy eating out of the palm of her hand without anyone being the wiser. But to do that would mean devoting her computing power to an endless and vast array of tasks with little time to... smell the roses, as the organics put it.

As for the Enclave killing the criminal master mind in the area... The locals would perhaps appreciate it initially, but in isolation it wouldn't change much. Someone else would fill the vacuum if the Enclave didn't maintain their presence and do more to shape local politics and criminal justice than killing one man and their lieutenants. Nyx hoped they had such ambition, but only time would tell -- such concern was what had prompted her initial statement to intruding party members.

Tag: Kranak Vizsla | Shai Maji | Faison Kelborn | Ardasz Verd | Xyoz Maji

 

[Kandosii Ka'rta]

A M B U S H
Siv Dragr Vren Rook Thonn Rokkal Kale Onara Gwyneira Vizsla Tawnita Wren Vulcan Krayt

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Kandosii nodded, reloading his Homesteader. "Well, since they were so generous it only seems right to return the favor." He scanned the area for hostiles, not breaking his stride when a Red Key Raider rounded the corner and promptly received a slug straight through the chest, fired from the hip. He stepped over the body, looking side to side to see if he was clear, when suddenly a Klatoonian thug leapt down on him from a rooftop.

Kandosii only barely had enough time to react, bringing his repeater up just in time to intercept the thug's vibro-axe. The blow was intercepted, but the rifle itself was cleaved in two. "Dank farrik," he grunted beneath his breath as he threw the pieces of the now-useless weapon to the sand. Kandosii stepped back and narrowly evaded a second swing, and as the Klatoonian went for a third he fired his whipcord launcher, wrapping around the haft of the axe. He gave it a hard tug, yanking the weapon from the thug's grasp, and in the same motion unholstered an HF-94 and gave them a bolt to the brainpan.

Breathing heavily, Kandosii took the time to unwrap his fibercord from the axe and tossed the weapon aside. Not really his style. "Fething Klatoonians, man." If he wasn't wearing his helmet he'd have spit on the corpse, so he kicked it for good measure as a substitute as he continued to the cantina on foot, unholstering his second HF-94 as he did.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Equipment:

Spoiler

• Beskar'gam.
• Borealis Pistol.
• Ra'ntisr Pistol.
• The Distant Chill Rifle.
• Two M.I. Model 6 Pistols.
• Igradi Light Repeating Blaster.
• Lightsaber.
• Shoto.
• 12 Detonators.
• 12 Remote Detonators.
• 12 Magnetic Thermal Detonators.
• Combat Knife.

Tags: lol I give up

Gwyn was about to open fire with the repeating blaster, but she stopped herself. Not wanting to misfire on anyone not involved, she instead moved her hand from the Igradi to her Ra'ntisr blaster pistol, setting it to Marksman mode.

She whipped the blaster out and shot. Thanks to a combination of training and her Force Sense, she managed to headshot one of the bandits with the opening shot.

Of course, she knew she needed defense. Immediately after firing, she slipped off the cantina couch and ducked beneath it as the fire was returned.

"Kark! I told him we would get caught!" A surviving bandit cried out.

As the cantina burst into chaos, Gwyn did not care. She did not care about the running people, or the outcries, or the property damage. She was focused on one thing. One thing only. The hunt. She popped up from behind the couch, firing another shot. She had made herself a promise, a promise she intended to keep.

No mercy. No exceptions.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Objective 2: No Exceptions!
Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators, Magnetic Detonators, Perun's Call
Tag: Gwyneira Vizsla | Kale Onara | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren | Thonn Rokkal | Open

There was an edge to the atmosphere, and he had the know-how to feel it, it was thick and heavy, mixes well with the Cantina. So now it was a waiting game, who will shoot first? Vulcan had no idea, but it has to be soon. Gwyn was the one to get the first shot in. If she didn't the tension would have dragged on all day.

Then, all hell broke loose almost instantaneously as patrons stampeded to the exit, Cantinias were tinderboxes of pandemonium just waiting for a lit match to drop, Vulcan moved off the couch and taking advantage of his small stature, he slipped under a table. Drawing his beskar sword from its scabbard he waited until a bandit ran past and he stabbed it to the hilt in the fleeing man's thigh causing a lot of damage and most likely severing the Femoral Artery.

Pulling out his pistol he shot the now downed man in the eye and then yanked his sword free, he was well used to this by now, and he knew it was easier each time So now he needed to get back onto a high enough perch because he will get trampled if he doesn't.

Climbing onto the table to safety, but his respite didn't last as the surviving bandit shot back, missing the Ubese by inches, that shook some sense back into him and Vulcan slid back onto the couch to shoot from cover. This is why they are doing what centuries of government failed to do, clean the scum.

Vulcan knew that he would have ended in a profession just like the bandits if he wasn't adopted and a Mandalorian. Typecast into a less than ideal lifestyle and never knowing a better way to live. He could have easily been a Bandit if he didn't know or followed The Way.

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Gwyneira Vizsla Kale Onara Vren Rook Tawnita Wren Vulcan Krayt and any others

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Gwyn's motion spurred Thonn to prepare, readying the pistol in his hand and shifting his weight to move into a kneeling firing position. But, she did not shoot; so Thonn hesitated for another moment, sitting perfectly still as she drew her choice of weapon.

As soon as she'd fired her shot, he was in motion. Her shot landed square in the head of one, and Thonn pushed off the chair to kneel behind the table, pistol drawn and pointed towards the two marked targets that remained. Ready to shoot, he hesitated for another moment as Vulcan rushed forwarn, not wanting to take the change of accidentally shooting vode.

Vulcan stabbed one, then shot him for good measure while the one remaining thug fired back at him. With the target clear ahead of him, Thonn pulled the trigger twice in succession.

Both shots found their mark, hitting the bandit in the chest and abdomen. That was all three of them, and Thonn remained still as the last one perished, before slowly easing back into his seat with his pistol still in hand.