The Ore-dinary Hunt [Mandalorian Dominion of Gallos]

[Vilaz Munin]

A feared culture for centuries old had the natural habit of overshadowing worlds with their presence, a foreshadowing of the events of conquering and securing dominance over countless worlds wherever these people walked when in many numbers. And since the day when the ancient and now extinct Taung formed this famous culture that bounded genders of variant species they remained true to their ways as of their ancestors and the founders of the Mandalorians and continued to expand across the many stars of the Galaxy through the arts of war. A famous name these fearless warriors made for themselves both fallen and alive, and future generations were highly expected of those in the Manda and in the realm of the living to continue making their culture respected amongst strangers.

Though, as the years passed by for the Mandalorians they became known for other things than just conquering the Galaxy. Their skill set that they learned from their vode who were teachers and mentors for one another, and perhaps others outside the Mando'ade, sold their skills to factions ,governments, and individuals for a profit that later many other Mandalorians followed and did. Two dangerous, professional jobs these warriors utilized their skills for their contractors were bounty hunting and mercenary work. And these types of jobs also made the Mandalorians more feared as Mandalorians such as the famous Boba Fett and Jango Fett excelled at, making their pay much more than the ordinary bounty hunter as these types of Mandalorians had skills unparalleled compared to others. It didn't matter how dangerous the target was or how much its head was worth, but they always pursued whatever bounty was on the bounty board.

And one dangerous fugitive of the law, known as Horthek Jaravos, was hiding in an isolated Gallos close to the borders of the Primeval. A perfect place for a dangerous criminal and his comrades to hide due to the current conditions of the world and the mining facilities that refined the a priceless and valuable metal that was resistant to lightsabers. This overlooked planet that was affected by the events of the Gulag Plague with a lack of order and civilization with only wildlife roaming the planes of Gallos without worrying no beast hunter as their population was extremely high. By reading the little information about the individual he and his fellow raiders were well equipped with advanced weaponry and disruptor rifles. Extreme cautions anyone would take as this wanted could outwrestled a Wookie and was at a height of 2.5 meters. And by heeding the words of a broker with recent news of the criminal it appeared he took refuge to tropical rainforest world of Gallos.

At the compartment outside of the cockpit of the Cin'ciri Talyc, flying in weightless space towards the wild world of Gallos, were four Mandalorians dressed in their beskar'gam waiting patiently to have their boots on the ground. "Alright, ner'vode, we got ourselves a biggie that should be more pricy than karkin' 50k," the Redneck began to his brothers with no buy'ce concealing his. A hologram was pulled out from his utility belt and a holographic image of a Yinchori, "This fether is Horthek Jaravos. Two dot five meters, tough to beat the crap outta a wookie, loves disruptor rifles and his raiders that are cold blooded reptiles such as Trandoshans and Barabels, and has bunch of advanced and rare weaponry. Now, my ship is filled with weapons from the Mandalorian armory, but y'all probably have better toys of your own. Now this rock. Gallos, isn't just filled with nice shady trees and animals of all kind. This world has some mines that refine and extract Cortosis which is probably filled with these di'kuts. I'm a beskar man, but I prefer to get more goodies than let others get some." The Rally Master looked at his vode from left to right as he knew these warriors. [member=Ijaat Akun], [member=Arrbi Betna], and [member=Atin Kandossii] were familiar and known names throughout the ranks of the Mandalorians.

Skilled they were, and highly skilled for a job like this. He didn't doubt their abilities, at all despite if he had seen them in combat or not. "Now, who's ready to get some " was his only question he addressed to his fellow brothers and hunters.

[member=Anija Ordo] [member=Serock Hoath] [member=Grozurra] [member=Olivia Dem'adas] [member=Nolan Detta] [member=Siobhan Kerrigan]

Spoiler

Hunt down Bounty

Secure Cortosis mining facility

Deforestation for future LZ to bring in imports and colonization

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Leather cracked as the man shifted his weight, trying to get a better position to drink from his flasket and still be moderately comfortable- shuttle wasn’t exactly small, but when ya got four-five mandalorians all huddled together with their armor, guns and attitude… something’s gonna break sooner or later.

Hoath didn’t have no beskar’gam, helmets or other fancy stuff, hadn’t ever been his gig, instead he prefered to trust his leather trench coat, a few knives and a shotgun.

Didn’t really need more than that, but that was personal preference. He wouldn’t blame the other guys from doing their own gig, freedom of choice, it was a beauty sometimes. It would take a while ‘fore they got on the surface proper, would need to focus on getting the LZ cleared out first; they would probably get assailed by all manners of crap while at it.

Nature had a thing for reclaiming shet when ya leave for a while.

Then they got the cortosis mines to set up slash dig out again, followed by some shutta to capture. Hoath would probably go for the cortosis, narrow tunnels, a shotgun and your instinct, seemed like the most interesting part of the game.

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

Everybody wants Cortosis. That chite is capable of disabling- as in turning off- lightsabers. Who wouldn't want some? Even Mandalorians with their beskar'gam had uses for it. Some of them liked putting it as a underlayer of their armor or placing it on the hilts of their beskads. Others found it nifty for their gauntlets or 'casual wear'. Understandable, really. These days you never knew when a Sith or other dark sider could show up. And some of the 'Jedi' types were a little questionable at time. So, really, it made sense that everybody wanted Cortosis.

The thing was that not everyone could actually get it.

When the call went out for Mandalorians to gather on Gallos they flocked towards the world. One of them, a somber seeming woman, seemed out of place inside the otherwise cheerful shuttle. Her helmet remained on, her comm volume turned down, and her gaze locked on the exit. Kadala hadn't gone out with her vod since the Raptures... and her simultaneous realization of her potential in the force. This would be her first time in the field knowing that she had access to powers beyond her understanding.

Inside she hoped she wouldn't need to ever use them.

"ETA at mines in five minutes. Prep for landing." With that said there was no escaping this escapade, this adventure. Of course... her chances of worming her way out of another activity had vanished long ago. You need to get out, her cousin had said. Kad, you're going to go crazy if you stay by youself any longer, her friends had added. I already am had been her response. That hadn't sat well with them. And so here she was, clad in simple durasteel armor, one hand clasped firmly on her blaster, the other holding on to a rail. They would be landing soon. Soon she'd get a taste of excitement again...

Was she ready for that?

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Gallos - Loading Dock
Allies: [member="Serock Hoath"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] |
Objective: Load surveying equipment and prep mine recovery team.
Post Count: 1/20 posts

Ijaat stood in gleaming silver and white power armor, recently repainted and refurbished from a few scuffles, though certain scars had been left to sit on the armor like marks or badges of honor, ones he was proud to have survived. It was an odd habit, to be sure, this one of him letting certain marks stay and removing or repairing others. But it was one he had had since he was given his first set of armor. The first blow that bit the durasteel and left a mark from his instructors blade was left there. And so he had trained his sons and passed on the tendency. You left them there to remind you both that you were mortal and could be killed, and that you were Mandalorian, and to do so was no easy task.

"Oi!! Watch how you handle that crate, it's not a bloody sabaac table. You break that and the credits come out of your hide! And WHY are you carrying karking EXPLOSIVES on top of sensitive equipment?!"

Ijaat barked an order to a rather careless but young set of Mandalorians carrying a crate between them, with a rather expensive set of surveyance equipment in a gleaming durasteel crate, and had somehow thought it was a brilliant idea to stack a crate or thermal charges on top of it, without much in the way of bracing, holding, or anything to keep them in check or held in place. Shaking his head, the commando walked over and lifted the charge tubes off the one crate and extremely gently loaded them into the hauler in place, moving inside the craft with a whine of servos on his armor as he began to check the crafts contents for the vitals drilling, surveying, smelting, and analysis equipment they would need for conducting a sweep and reading of the mine.

It would be tricky with cortosis, but it should work. Hydraulic jacks, though he bore his power-hammer for his own uses. Lethane monitors, rebreathers. Shielding and environmentally sealed suits were also offered for most of the team, as well as sundry other tools like redundant pistons for when the cortosis dust clogged the hydraulic jacks and even repulsorlift loaders and carriers for the transport of suitable ore for further testing and work. There was also various cutters and construction tools and raw timbers and durasteel braces for helping redevelop the tunnels and mineshafts. Tedious, but it would pay off in the end when it was done right.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Location: Command Deck, SDS Eminence - Entering Gallos Space
Objective: Show off.
Post Count: 1/20

Time slowly passed in war time. It was as if Death was controlling the flow in order to prolong the consequences of constant chaos in this galaxy. Jedi. Sith. And everything in between. Always pulling a trigger or whipping out a lightsaber. In such a time, you are either the butcher or the meat. There was no in between. This was a truth that was realized by much of the galaxy. And among those who know this, a small few have banded together to capitalize on it.

The Vanguard.

A group of harshly trained mercenaries with only one thing on their mind, one thing that ties the bonds that keeps them together: Glory. A single, one syllable word that has driven civilizations to rise and fall. One word that has turned ordinary men into war heros, generals, even kings. A word used by the men and women of the Vanguard to remind them why they fight.

And this was their chance to finally show the galaxy what they are.

The SDS Eminence was finally complete and had been deployed to Gallos, where the Mandalorians were currently initiating a dominion of the planet. The Vanguard, under the order of their Harbinger, [member="Isley Verd"], a known Rally Master of the Mandos, was deployed to lend a hand. And, as an old friend of the Harbinger, Jonas was put at the head of this mission.

Jonas stood at the command deck of the Eminence, examining the men and women operating the various computers that kept the star destroyer running at peak capacity. They were not soldiers like The Vanguard, but their work was appreciated. They did it well. Jonas took his eyes off of them and tapped into his holocommunicator, reaching out to the members of the Vanguard who would be taking this mission on.

"Attention, Vanguard. Today, you all are given the chance to prove yourself to the Harbinger. The Mandalorians have claimed this planet in the name of Mandalore. We are here simply to give them an extremely heavy hand. In 5 minutes, the ships leave the hangars. You have until then to prepare. Over and out."

Jonas departed from the command deck, leaving the XO to take charge of the ship in his absence. Jonas walked down the corridor towards the hangar bay, already prepped for battle.

[ [member="Adela Verd"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Deneve"] | [member="Devon Gramus"] | [member="Erith Hallawin"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Oddball"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Paislee Armandé"] | [member="Reclaimer"] | [member="Tusk"] ]

 

[Oddball]

[member="Jonas Vile"]

The Tracker for the Vanguard Oddball sat in the hanger of the SDE star destroyer, he wore his old dread guard armor and finished cleaning his submachine gun loaded with a clip of the nasty .38 special. The force dead Fett clone had seen a lot in his days as a soldier, the glory days of the Confederacy, the fall of Druckenwell, the rise and stagnation of the Ession Reformation, a lot of good men and women who had died.

But this was the start of something new, this was the start of a job where he could do what he knew best. No politics, no diplomatic missions, just fight. The original first generation Dread a Guard stood up and cocked a round into the chamber of his weapon. All along his body he had various tools to help him achieve his goals, and perched on his shoulder was a large robotic bird.

"Let's get to it old girl." Oddball said to the drone and smiled loading up onto one of the ships. Now it was time to wait until glory.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: SDS Eminence - Entering Gallos Space
Objective: Regret Life Choices
Post: 1/20

The Vanguard, a group of highly trained mercenaries...

...and Chiasa.​

It was really best not to ask how this had happened. It was immensely complicated, and entirely [member="Isley Verd"]s fault. The end result was the same. Somehow she found herself part of a group dedicated to the glory of war. That was a bloody laugh. Still, she needed the experience. She basically had to get a lifetimes worth of training as a warrior and cram it down into.. Well.. There wasn't a set time line, but she probably didn't have that long.

Apparently the Shot Caller armour was supposed to be light at 'only' 24 pounds. Even after wearing it for the last week and feeling like a bit of a twit about it, it still felt heavy. The Twi'lek hardly even wore clothes let alone armour. The shield grenades made her feel a bit happier. Particle and Ray, two of each. Just had to remember which was which and make sure she threw it the right distance and at the right time or else either could take her hand off. Lovely.

And was she squinting again? She was. Damned and double damn. Stop that. She blinked once and then composed her face again. Since she couldn't wear the bloody helmet, she'd acquired a set of ARCs and the Little Beak Bird Watcher to go with them. They made her eyes itchy but at least she didn't get vertigo from all the information anymore. That was something.

Her weapon? An Outlaw Shotgun. Apparently you were supposed to dual weild them, but the Twi'lek had found that 8 pounds got bloody heavy after a while. It was currently loaded with standard 40 caliber slugs, but she also had on her person, both the Stunner and Pack o Punch shells. You never knew. And attached to her belt at the back because old habits died hard and it was bloody useful.. A can of rancor grade mace.

Also the Force. Whatever.

Hopefully no Mandalorians decided to take any potshots at her. There likely weren't that many tiger-striped Twi'leks in the Galaxy. Still, Isley probably would have marked her as a friendly on their HUDs right?

Oh god. Going to die. She wanted Xalus. Or Emberli. This was a terrible idea.

[member="Oddball"] [member="Jonas Vile"]

 

[Dorano1]

Adela Verd, wayward Mandalorian who barely paid lip service to the name (or as much service as her father deemed appropriate), had been pacing the hangar for the past five minutes when [member="Jonas Vile"] made his announcement. She had been ready for the past half an hour - full armor, besk'ad hanging from one hip, blaster pistol from the other.

"Attention, Vanguard. Today, you all are given the chance to prove yourself to the Harbinger. The Mandalorians have claimed this planet in the name of Mandalore. We are here simply to give them an extremely heavy hand. In 5 minutes, the ships leave the hangars. You have until then to prepare. Over and out."

Adela's lips pulled back to show her teeth in a fierce grin. "Harbinger." She murmured, still getting used to the feel of the word on her tongue. At the last minute, she remembered to keep her ramblings internalized. Harbinger, Isley, father...many names, one face. Hard to tell which is which.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: SDS Eminence, Hangar
Objective: Prepare to Deploy
Allies: The Vanguard, The Mandalorians
Post Count: 1/20

Gallos.

Yet another world that had been selected for Conquest by the United Clans of Mandalore. However, unlike the typical methods of expansion, the operation occurring this day was on an immensely smaller scale. As opposed to dispatching a full-fledged militant invasion, the upper echelon of leaders had decided to go for a standard occupation of the planet. Establishing a strong presence on the world was just as effective as burning down the opposition's military might.

Alongside the mandate to occupy came the opportunity to hunt. A notable mark had holed himself up on Gallos, and the Mandalorians that ventured there now had the distinct opportunity to cash in on his bounty. He was heavily-armed and dangerous, which was exactly how the Clans liked their adversaries. As such, a solid congregation of Mando'ade arrived from Hyperspace above the world...only to be joined by a brand new vessel.

Boldly leaping forth from the depths of space and time was the SDE Eminence: hearth and home to the Vanguard. Now that the opportunity presented itself, the organization had decided that aiding the Mandalorians in their hunt was an excellent way to begin their battles across the stars. Today, their Harbinger had seen fit to turn over command of their portion of the operation to [member="Jonas Vile"], a good comrade he had known for many years now. This was an exceptional opportunity for Vile, and the Vanguard members who accompanied him, for they could begin to prove themselves worthy of the title "Blooded."

As for the Harbinger? He was playing the role of observer. Garbed in a discreet suit of Durasteel, Isley awaited the commencement of the operation from within the Hangar of the Eminence. However, whilst Jonas set about getting the troops ready for launch, the Mandalorian took it upon himself to give his kinsfolk the heads up that they were here to help. After all, they didn't want to be perceived as enemies and blown outta the very heavens. "Oya! [member="Vilaz Munin"], this is Rally Master Isley Verd. I'm aboard the SDS Eminence and have come to assist along the Vanguard. Please relay information about our target to Jonas Vile, he will be leading our part of the operation." he said.

Short and to the point as always.

With that said, the Harbinger sauntered his way over to one of the youngest members of the organization. Although she would not recognize him in the armor he wore, she would recognize his presence in the Force; which he made no effort to hide. Coming to a halt, Isley simply reached out and placed his hand upon her shoulder. "I've been waiting for the day I could see you fight, cyar'ika. Make me proud down there."

Spoiler: Objectives

• Objective A - Hunt Horthek Jaravos
• Objective B - Secure the Cortosis Mines
• Objective C - Clear a LZ for a Mando Garrison

[ [member="Adela Verd"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Deneve"] | [member="Devon Gramus"] | [member="Erith Hallawin"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Jareth Oldron"] | [member="Jonas Vile"] | [member="Liona Mikael"] | [member="Mazarr"] | [member="Oddball"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Paislee Armandé"] | [member="Rahm Jakorr"] | [member="Reclaimer"] | [member="Tusk"] | [member="Xalus"] ]

 

[Dorano1]

1/20

Adela felt her father's approach, even if she didn't recognize him with her eyes. She turned to beam at him from behind her helmet - he couldn't see it, but he would be able to feel the positive emotions through the Force. Yes, there was some nervousness there, but perhaps not as much as their should have, ideally, been. Adela had a sort of separation from danger that she didn't used to have - it rarely felt entirely real to her. It didn't stop her from getting royally pissed about it and using that to beat the osik out of whatever was in her way.

"I will." She promised. And she would.

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Anija Betna]

OOC note [To ALL]:

Spoiler

Please remember to number all you posts as follows: [#/20]. Per the new 1/5th rule for Dominions. Check Staff announcements if you need more info.

Location: Shevla Prudii - Cloaked in low orbit
Objectives: Overwatch, Scouting, Exfiltration
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Serock Hoath"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Atin Kandossii"]
Post: [1/20]

Well, here we go again... Anija thought to herself, chuckling slightly as she watched Gallos pass by below. Another planet, Another expansion for the Mandalorians. But this... this was a bit different. She had been quite surprised when Vilaz had brought up the prospect of taking Gallos in the name of the Mandalorians. And, not in the normal fashion either. There was news of a fugitive who had taken to hiding on Gallos. And well, that was just one piece. There was also rumors of Cortosis mines on the surface.

That alone had piqued her interest. As an engineer, she was always looking for new sources of material to work with. Beskar and Stygium she knew. Cortosis, she knew how it worked, in theory. but she'd never personally worked with it. To that end, she'd done what she could to provide Ijaat with the finest mining equipment Mandal Hypernautics and her subsidiaries had to offer. And they were already heading to the surface.

Anija herself sat in the cockpit of Arrbi's Pathfinder. She'd wanted to bring a larger vessel, but as most of their crew was here to claim a bounty, she figured a smaller vessel was better. besides that, It had a holding call. And a stygium cloak. Shaking her head slightly, she remembered the state of the vessel when she'd first laid eyes on it prior to their mining trip to Aeten II. It had come a long way since then. primarily a bachelor's ship at the time, Anija had slowly worked to clean and tidy the small vessel. Arrbi had done a few upgrades of the years. And it showed. The small vessel was free of much of the clutter which it had been home to before. And now, it was serving a larger role.

Now, it was to function as as exfiltration ship. She knew Vilaz had a ship of his own. But, she also knew the Pathfinder was equipped with a holding cell. She wasn't sure if Vilaz' ship had on or not. Regardless, she had her assignment, and she was going to complete it the best way she could. As the Pathfinder floated in the black above Gallos, she tuned to the frequency the Protectors were using. She could still here the chatter from the main frequency, but the volume was turned down now that she had switched to the Protectors channel. <I'll hang back, and run scans for your group as needed, Vilaz. Just let me know.>

 

[Liona Mikael]

[ Location: Gallos - Loading Dock ]
[ Objections: Not dying, smuggling a crate of cortosis off-planet ]
[ Allies: Herself, technically the Vanguard ]
[ Post: 1 / 20 ]

She'd docked on Gallos an hour before all the commotion started, under the guise of a routine machinery oil delivery. Did Liona look the part? Eh... with less proper armor perhaps, but they'd had worse come through the dock before. Why was she here? Some karking miscreant on the Holonet wanted her to find some of the karking cortosis stuff. That stuff was supposed to be able to disable lightsabers of all things. The informant wanted just one crate of the stuff, as quietly as possible.

Things had been quiet for a while. She'd even located a store house she could bust into in the night and work her magic.

Then the Vanguard and Mandalorians showed up. The smuggler ground her teeth, busying herself with maintenance on her ship, and glared at the commotion across the way. She... vaguely was aware she may have, kind of sort of, joined the Vanguard a few days prior. She recognized absolutely no one though, and wasn't quite sure where the Vanguard ended and the Mandas started. Blue eyes glanced at a very shiny man barking orders about explosives.

Liona sighed heavily, pressing her wrench to her forehead.

What had she gotten herself into this time?

[ [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] ]

 

[Rahm Jakorr]

Location: SDS Eminence, Hangar
Objective: Prove his worth, stay alive.
Allies: The Vanguard, The Mandalorians
Post Count: 1/20

Rahm sat atop a supply crate amidst the hustle and bustle of hangar, giving his gear a final once over. Weapons stowed? Rahm checked his holsters, giving each tug to rest whether they were secured properly. Check. Armor? The Balmorran tightened the straps of his armor before examining his helmet, rolling the bucket in his hands. Nothing seemed amiss. Check. Satisfied that all was in order, Rahm set his helmet beside him on the crate and surveyed the activity around him. It had been a long time since the Balmorran had been on a ship half as nice as the Eminence, and damn if this wasn't the finest. Rahm surveyed the crowd around him and allowed himself a small smile. It's good to serve with proper soldiers again. Rahm's thoughts were interrupted by an announcement over the ship's audio system:

"Attention, Vanguard. Today, you all are given the chance to prove yourself to the Harbinger. The Mandalorians have claimed this planet in the name of Mandalore. We are here simply to give them an extremely heavy hand. In 5 minutes, the ships leave the hangars. You have until then to prepare. Over and out."

Rahm's smile disappeared as he mentally prepped himself for battle, he would need to prove himself to his new comrades, young and old. The Balmorran rose from his seat and donned his helmet, blinking as the HUD activated and synchronized with his false eye. The inner-workings of the helmet chimed softly when the synchronization completed itself. Right then. Time for work.

Rahm fell in with his comrades, ready for the battle ahead.

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[ [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Adela Verd"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Deneve"] | [member="Devon Gramus"] | [member="Erith Hallawin"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Jareth Oldron"] | [member="Jonas Vile"] | [member="Liona Mikael"] | [member="Mazarr"] | [member="Oddball"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Paislee Armandé"] | [member="Reclaimer"] | [member="Tusk"] | [member="Xalus"] ]

 

[Xalus]

Location: Aboard the SDS, Eminence
Objective: Do what Xalus does.
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Jonas Vile"]
Foes: Gravity, the Mirror, Carbs
Post: [1/20]

Like a good neighbor, Xalus is there.​

​

Always there, always watching, always judging. That was simply how this old dog in the game of fighting for money rolled. Be it hunting that old bugger who's always causing your family trouble, that slimy politician, or simply enforcing your word as if it were actually law to him. People always paid good money for other people to do things for them; especially when such jobs involved the pulling of triggers. While that was all well for Xalus, he preferred to be a bit more destructive in his methods.

Grenades, weaponized gasses, explosive rounds, the whole nine yards.

Be that as it may, he wasn't here to do such things. If he was, his insurance guy was going to have another aneurysm. Rather, his attention was solely focused on his orange-skinned companion. Surprisingly, not much of that light colored flesh was available to public eye. He was thankful for that fact. It was never encouraged to roll into battle wearing a flashy cocktail dress and heels, so armor was always beneficial when it came to not dying.

"Hold still," his raspy voice came. The massive hulk in armor stood quietly behind Chiasa, fastening something to the back of her utility belt. Hopefully she wouldn't need it at all, but it was better to be safe than sorry. "There." It was a simple little gadget, barely big enough to inside of your average human's hand.

"If you don't see me, I'll still be there." He didn't like playing in groups. It was never like the coolest of the schoolyard boys to share his toys. So he wouldn't.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Gallos - Loading Dock
Objective: Assist
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] etc
[Posts 1/20]

Aedan was not here. To be honest Kezeroth was unsure where he was but he did not need him to function correctly. The mandalorians were prepping for a large bounty and Kezeroth wanted in, He didnt care if he didn't get anything he wanted to show the mandalorians that he was accepted their cause and would fight for them. He was their Ally and that was all that mattered. Approaching [member="Ijaat Akun"] Kezeroth eyed all his equipment as he glanced over his own which consisted of his Armor, A Concussion Rifle and his large power hammer Bone crusher. He liked to rely on little, He found that having too much gear only made combat a bore. " Thats somethings id pay to see... Hehe." commenting on the threat Ijaat made to the recruits. " Its your lucky day. I will be accompanying you" he smirked and shrugged to loosen his gear some. It looks like they need a heavy lifter any how.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Location: Hangar - SDS Eminence
Objective: Begin the Hunt
Post Count: 2/20

Jonas entered the hangar and the sight of the Vanguard troopers preparing brought a smile to him. On the inside at least. On the outside? He appeared serious. As if he was not looking for any funny business. And he wasn't. It was time for battle. Games and celebration come later.

Jonas hopped aboard a drop ship, along with several other of the Vanguard. Time was slowly winding down. Then, the alarm went off.

"Time to get to work." Djonas muttered to himself as he placed his mask on his head.

The dropships would begin departing the hangar. All 12 of them flying from the SDS Eminence for the planet of Gallos. Jonas held his wan-shen tightly in his grip as he concentrated on honing his mind.

The hunt begins now.

[ [member="Adela Verd"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Deneve"] | [member="Devon Gramus"] | [member="Erith Hallawin"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Jareth Oldron"] | [member="Jonas Vile"] | [member="Liona Mikael"] | [member="Mazarr"] | [member="Oddball"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Paislee Armandé"] | [member="Rahm Jakorr"] | [member="Reclaimer"] | [member="Tusk"] | [member="Xalus"] ]

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: The Ranch (a shuttle) in orbit
ALLIES: Mandalorians
OBJECTIVES: find a fugitive, mine some rock, burn out a landing zone
#1/20


Sitting in the back of the shuttle the man fiddled with his knife. The coms were chattering loudly with dozens of channels being open and hundreds of allies speaking one to another. He let his head drift back against the bulk head and his lids close. He was outfitted in his standard sith night ops armor which marked his as different then most of the vode. See he was a warrior but most of his training came from the sith masters who groomed him into a perfect killing weapon.

Unknown to them he was already a killing weapon.

So he had moved and mowed through the ranks. But things changed, things that sith were not really supposed to ever have. Attachment in the form of love. So the man known as the Mad Knight became a drifter, a wanderer, yet still an agent of chaos, until he found a home with the mando’ade. Here he fights as the perfect killing weapon for a purpose, a cause, a people.

“Ten minutes to touchdown.” The pilot spoke over the intercom and Muad Dib stood to get ready.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Personal Ship
Allies: Mandalorians and the Vanguard
Objectives: Hunt Bounty
Posts: [2/20]

The operations for the claiming and taking of Gallos were already underway as the supercommando, [member=Ijaat Akun], was leading teams of Mandalorians, giving them orders as he was responsible for securing the mines and altering the environment for a good landing zone with the equipment he and his team had on the surface of Gallos. This type of ore had similar properties to beskar and phrik, but it wasn't that easy to mine unlike the other lightsaber resistant metals. It was hazardous without the proper training and equipment to mine this precious metal from its veins. One touch and it would cost the life of anyone if it was still pure and their bare hands. And that wasn't it. Filtering equipment was mandatory to wear at all times for miners refining the material, otherwise the particles would accumulate to those now utilizing filters that would lead to sickness and, later, death. How ironic it was to use something that served great purpose for anyone, yet it could harm and kill you. But trusting Ijaat and his skills was something the Rally Master didn't doubt at all. He wanted a well done mission with no allied casualties. At least.

Sensors began to pick up an IFF tag from an unknown vessel that just entered the system from hyperspace. Who knew if it was friendly, hostile, or neutral. But by the size of the starship it was something to be concerned of for the moment. Anyone who dared to interrupt or delay the expansions of the Mandalorians would be answered by not politics and debating with a peace treaty at the end. Direct action was how the Mando'ade responded to their adversaries and those who attacked Mandalorian soil or prevented them to accomplish their goals. Just as the Rally Master was about to send a transmission directing to the commander of the ship a fellow vod began to communicate towards the Redneck regarding of the forces that just, very recently, appeared. “Oya, vod. Glad ya came to assist us with your friends. Had lil' thoughts of blowing y'all up. And I will give info to Jonas," and closed the link between him and Isley as he was about to open a channel between him and Jonas.

“Howdy, Jonas. This is Rally Master Vilaz Munin of the Mandalorians. There are three main objectives for y'all to help us out. There is a bounty on this planet who is heavily armed with rare and advanced technology with his fellow raiders, that are Trandoshans and Barabel, by the name of Horthek Jaravos. He is two point five meters tall, can beat up a Wookie, loves disruptor rifles and good with 'em, and is very difficult to capture. The two other ones go hand to hand in a way. We need to secure the Cortosis mines that probably have insurgents within them and cut down some trees for a landing zone. Help us with these objectives and y'all will get some sweet rewards."

During this time the Tegaanalir-class Patrol Craft continued its course towards the planet Gallos as he and his team of Bounty Hunters that were all vode, along with the help of the vanguard, were responsible of neutralizing and capturing Jaravos, and deliver him to the contractor in exchange of credits. Credits that didn't weigh in balance by how dangerous the target was, but it was better than nothing. “Arrbi, Grozurra, Atin enjoy yourself until Anija gives us coordinates of our friend," this wasn't exactly a world that flourished with people at every corner and complexes that was the current landscape of the planet. This world was overrun with animals and wildlife with a minority of people, but Gallos had backwards technology rather than advanced and modern tech. A good hideaway when trying to escape from a pursuit. “We could get a scan, Anija, to pinpoint the location of those raiders and Jaravos," the Mandalorian requested to the Field Marshal. Until they had a precise location of their prey they could do nothing but wait for Anija to give them any news.

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Jonas Vile"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Rahm Jakorr"] [member="Liona Mikael"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Adela Verd"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Kadala Skirata"] [member="Serock Hoath"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: SDS Eminence - Hangar moving to drop ship, enroute to surface
Objective: OthankgodXalus, transfer to planet, get orders
Post: 2/20

When [member="Xalus"] materialized, as he was wont to do, he could be very quiet for someone so big, she almost whimpered in relief. She didn't of course, there were appearances to be kept up, but she felt her chances for survival sky-rocketing. She obligingly stood as indicated until he was done adding.. what? Twisting she peered to see. One of his shields, the good ones.

"Thanks Big Boy."

Whether for his shield or for his intent to be nearby or both was hard to say. The smile she offered him did not have all it's usual cockiness behind it all the same. She was well and truly out of her element and she knew it. But she needed this. She needed to learn this. She had to be able to fight in every way.

It was about this time that [member="Jonas Vile"] strode by and entered one of the dropships.

"Guess we're on.."

For a fraction of a second there was hesitation in her body language. That one brief moment between flight and fight where a being made up their mind. And then she choose fight. How could she do less? She had a lot to fight for. A lot to lose. And she refused to. Shoulders squared, chin rose. With at the very least the appearance of confidence and capability, she boarded the drop ship after Jonas.

Mask firmly in place, the Twi'lek continued to look calm and composed as the drop ship launched. Her lovely ARC's decided it would be a good time to make sure she knew that her heart beat was rising. Yes, thank you for that. It was much harder to remain calm when you had a HUD that kept telling you you weren't. Technology was the worst. Armour was the worst. She almost wished they could just get down to it. At least in a fight she didn't think so much. Granted the last few had not turned out particularly well for her..

She switched to the Little Beaks view of the drop ship, focusing on acclimatizing to having two points of view again. Distracting herself.

 

[Dorano1]

On Board the Vanguard Gunships
[ 3/20 ]

Adela was aboard the dropships, of course, because where else would she be? Skydiving? No, thank you, this wasn't Halo. (All right, that's technically spacediving, but details). Behind her helmet, Adela was grinning viciously, and she was wound tighter than a spring. The gunships raced towards the planet surface. Adela's grin widened, her hand dropped to the hilt of her besk'ad.