The Ore-dinary Hunt [Mandalorian Dominion of Gallos]

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 1/20

Cadan stepped out from behind Flannigan. "Yes Admiral."

He wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor looked like it was kept in the best condition, with only a few cuts and scrapes on it. Wrapping itself around his armor was a brown trench coat, the coat itself was once a fine piece of fabric, but now it was almost as run down as an old slave. The coat was severely burnt and carried multiple bullet holes and stains. Strapped to his right thigh was a DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could be seen sketched into the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. Sitting on the seat beside him was a Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool, the strap of the weapon was held around Cadan shoulders and under his arm.

Cadan looked towards Thraxis and Tiali. "You two come with me." He then started towards the AA turrets to inspect and to make sure all were operational. Cadan would make some minor adjustments to a few turrets, making sure they were firing the best they could. Recalibrating one here, reloading another there. All together, he managed to keep them all in check.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would groan, forcing himself to follow along with [member="Cadan Tazi"], his hands on his Blasters, readying himself for whatever was heading their way, though he left his left arm free, allowing him to take and drink from his flask as he likes, though his eyes bounced back and froth, keeping an eye on his surroundings, he didn't want to take any chances, though the trees that veiled the camp helped them to feel safe, away from prying eyes, it also meant that he could pry though the dense forests with his own.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Quinn]

Location: By [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]'s Side.​

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Objective: Contain Sanity.​

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Allies: The Jackals & Himself.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4v1zuIYNoFw​

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Quinn begins to shift by Flannigan's side, his eyes moving from side to side as his form begins to slowly change from his female form to that of a male, the hair a slick black and eyes changing to a soft brown, his clothes simply an under shirt with a vest and baggy jeans, with running shoes. On his hip was a device, most commonly called by those who used it for a living as 'The Tool' and illegal in many sections of the galaxy.

Though the morphing seemed natural, his eyes darting left to right would be seem as an odd entity and odd things weren't something Quinn exactly enjoyed himself, for a moment he would stare at the wall and immediately after mumble something incoherent before looking towards his captain again, his form changed completely and his brows knotted together into a frown.

"Why?"

 

[Break]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 1/20

Break did as ordered staying with the leader Jackal until the ship landed he wasn't sure what sort of things to expect when it came to these kinds of things but he figured he might as well try and enjoy this kind of attack. He usually didn't like to go in loud, he mostly liked to stick to the shadows but he might as well get used to this kind of work.
On his right hand was his plasma canon.
In his left was a vibro-katana. And to his enemies unfortunate luck he had a repulsion hand on his left arm as well. In his bag sat 6 semtex grenades and 30 canisters of plasma.
"[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] , sir what kind of resistance are you expecting?"

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali wanders behind Cadan adjusting one of his vibroblades. casing on his forearm. He would ensure that he had all of his equipment, checking his two LL-30 pistols and ensuring his jetpack and DC-15X sniper was on his back.

Clearning his throat to get Cadan's attention after being told to go with him. "Ahh excuse me, I would like to know how much I'm getting paid. I'm not doing this from the goodness of my heart." His tone seemed disappointed, on the edge of annoyed.


[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 2/20

A smile would cross Cadan's face, although it could not be seen from under his helmet. Cadan would turn to face Tiali. "Hunter, we are paying you enough to make sure you don't remove that mans head from his body. If we weren't getting paid enough ourselves, don't you think we wouldn't have done it?" He let the question dangle in the air between them.

Cadan would raise his left wirst to his mouth, and then open up a comm link to Flannigan. "Admiral, all the AA turrets are secrure and operating to the best they can. What do you want me to do?" He closed the comm and awaited the reply, all the while waiting for a response from both Tiali and Flannigan.

[member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 2/20

He'd move back and forth, the long arks that his leg's made as he paced to the adjacent ground. [member="Cadan Tazi"], address snapped him out of his fitful trance prompting him to growl into the open com, tho his word's were kind they had a bitter twist and salt that only an old salty space captain could have. "Very good, now keep them firing I don't want anything happening." he awaited [member="Vilaz Munin"], and his forces next move.

| [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] |​

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: In orbit over Gallos
Objective: Setup operations for the Glory of Capitalism
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Venussia Sasko"]
Post Count: [1/20]

It was the Glory of the Credit Chit that had brought Eridium Industrial and the Saiba Group to the system of Gallos. The Mandalorians were busy reestablishing order onto this world, bringing it back towards the fold of the Mandalorian Collective and if there was one thing that Darell Irani could respect it was order, and the proper working of things.

In order one could find the opportunities to settle long term working relationships, in order it was that a man could earn credits without having to worry about being blasted to hell and back. No, Darell was entirely fine with the Mandalorians taking back control for now.

Vilaz Munin was a known quantity to him, they had worked together on separate occasions with the most prominent one being the situation on Zenith Prime. That business had earned Munin a personalized ship, one which was being developed by Saiba Group even now.

When it was done Vilaz would be very pleased.

It was also with Vilaz that Darell came to the conclusion that the Mandalorians might need a little help, mostly with infrastructure this time around. He remembered the old conversations Ovmar had held with the then-Mandalore, Gilamar, he too had told him that what the Mandalorians were in the need of companies which could build them proper infrastructure.

So here he was, ready to give them what they needed.

Already the little corporate flotilla had exchanged codes with the Mandos, just to be sure that no mistakes happened, with that little detail done Eridium would start to disembark.

First order of business was the construction of a standard and temporary station which would serve as a meeting base.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Gallos
Objective: Help secure mines and set up operations for fake money
Posts: 1/20


As with many worlds Gallos had been hit hard by Akala's madness. Hopefully said mad goddess would now have the decency to stay dead instead of returning for a third time to pull of her chaotic shenanigans. As with many planets this one had been thrown into a state of disorder and now the Mandalorian Clans had returned to once again assume direct control. As it turned out Firemane Industries had been attracted to this world as well and offered a hand in lending aid. The corporation was still growing strong, but events had caused it to shift its focus away from what had been Protectorate space to the Levantine Sanctum and now the domain of the Mandalorian Clans.


The main reason it was attracted to Gallos was simple and probably also the reason why the Mandalorians bothered with the planet in the first place: Cortosis. To be sure, it not the strongest metal around, being fairly weak and brittle in comparison to say phrik or even beskar. Until recently Firemane had maintained a cortosis mining outpost in the gasuous layers of Bespin. Alas, mining that was no longer feasible. For one, the Lords of the Fringe had taken possession of the planet during the time of chaos caused by Akala and then the outpost had been blown up.


Little did Siobhan Kerrigan know that the one behind the outpost's destruction had been two genocidal droids because her writer thought it would be fun to raid and wreck her property. After all, while Siobhan had a tendency to break the 4th wall a lot, even her powers of meta had its limitations. However, the power of the almighty, Force-blessed credit was not lost to her either.


Anyhow, from the skies a small flotilla of Firemane dropships and gunships had descended and swooped down onto the planet. Clearance had been received from the Mandalorians, with whom the company had a long-standing, friendly relationship. With the landing zone already secured by the warriors of Mandalore, squads of heavily armed Firemane soldiers had fanned out to help secure one of the mines. At their side were Eldorai Angelii, force-using warriors specialising in elemental powers. They would provide aid to the Mandalorians when it came to clearing the area while engineers set up a temporary command outpost, enabling Siobhan to direct operations, for the Countess had found the time to come herself.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Location: In orbit over Gallos
Objective: Try not to fall asleep at business meetings.
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Post Count: [1/20]

If running late counted as exercise, then Venussia Sasko would be in tiptop shape. The young and ambitious CEO was currently hurrying to meet her boss-with-benefits, Darell Irani where he stood on the bridge of their corporate flotilla. They were scheduled to discuss Eridium Industrial's newest ventures on the world of Gallos. Word in the galaxy was that Gallos would soon be under Mandalorian control, which was just fine by her. Venussia had never met a Mandalorian she didn't like. Especially the drunk ones, which were pretty much all Mandalorians from her observations. I mean, even their McYoda’s let you supersize vodkas. Mandalorians were awesome.

Her dress was slinky, her heels were high, and her bitchy resting face was ever-present as Ven joined Mr. Irani where he was presumably exchanging security clearances codes with his Mandalorian contact, Mr. Munin. Or maybe he was just playing Words With Friends. It was hard to tell from where she was standing.

“Hey boss,” she said in her usual flat tone. “So who’s getting a corporate beatdown today?”

Deep down, Sasko was a highly competitive woman.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Ship
Objective: Hunt bounty
Allies: Mando'ade
Post Count: [5/20]

As the minutes passed by that later turned into hours the Mandalorian continued to dodge and avoid the warheads that continued to pursue its only target that was concentrating on: Vilaz. He had been through similar experiences from the many battle scenarios he had fought in. But the one thing the Rally Master lacked in was his piloting skills. But to be less vague about the subject he was poor in he wasn't even an adept to the skills of a dog fighter. No matter how much time he invested in becoming an amateur of this skill he could never get the hang of it. And what an unlikely spot he was in. He wonder how we would survive this little scene.

Nonetheless, he would approach his objective. One way or another. The Redneck then maneuvered his ship in a huge semi circle with the missiles still on his tail. What the Warrior was trying to attempt was to fire upon the ground of where the the henchmen of Horthek was stationed at to fend off any enemies that sought to collect the bounty on the primary target they were to protect. Suddenly his repeating laser cannons rained down at the hostiles guarding the tunnels that would lead further to what the Bounty Hunters were seeking for. Death would follow after the barrage from Vilaz's retaliation and very few of the hired guns began fleeing for their lives. While he had taken care of the hostiles on the land Vilaz still had to get the missiles off of him.

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NPCs for [member=Anija Ordo]

The fighters indeed had found and traced the signature of Anija's location and sent out to eliminate this threat. After scanning for an adequate amount of time it didn't take long enough for the scum to find the Mandalorian pilot. And while the Field Marshal was a skilled ace so were these hostile pilots that were two Barabels and two Trandoshans flying advanced starfighters, stolen from various governments they had caused chaos and havoc. In attack attack formation they flew as they were closing the displacement between them and Anija. Once in range they would unleash fury on the Mandalorian.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Break"] [member="Quinn"] [member="Thraxis"] [member=Arrbi Betna] [member=Kezeroth the Malevolent] [Nolan Detta] [member=Grozurra] [member=Taenor Arrocco] [member=Venussia Sasko]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 3/20

He addressed [member="Break"] "Hell I assume, we're getting payed alot so it must be trouble." His eye's adjusted, and there was a look of concern as a pillar of fiery smoke and dust grew, still boiling up from where [member="Vilaz Munin"], had fired off, and it was being violently agitated. A series of new flashes broke out, lifting and spreading the incandescent burst of light across the thin sky, and then a great gush of flame rose. A column of pure hydrogen must have rushed up into the vacuum created by the explosion; the next blast of flame, in a lateral sheet, came at nearly ten feet above the ground, and great rags of fire, changing from red to violet and back through the spectrum to red again, went soaring away to dissipate in the atmosphere.

"I was correct, prepare yourself I don't want to have to dig out your can from the ground." he than moved back and there was a line of static as he got his open com adjusted to [member="Cadan Tazi"]. "Get out of there, they're coming on too hard you won't last. Move back and regroup we'll hit em once they land."

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[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Pavor Clauditis"] [member="Bass Terrik"] [member="Quinn"] [member="Avery Akanbar"] [member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Zane Hara"] [member="Break"] [member="Orn'komad "][member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Ship
Objective: Hunt bounty
Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Post Count: [1/20]

Catherine was in her MMG-84S gunship. She was following the sight of [member="Vilaz Munin"], but she was still too far away to do anything. Near enough to see, but far enough to actually not do anything to help. She was gradually gaining onto him, but as his distance increased, so did the need to catch up. She would need to increase her speed if she wanted to provide any help at all to the Rally Master. Several warheads were still on his tail, and he was struggling to get them off. They were like heat-seeking parasites that clung on to you no matter what you did. Gunning her engines to the maximum, she increased her speed, providing the much needed advantage to catch up to a striking distance of her fellow Mando'ade. She could see him somersaulting in the air, as he tried his best to weave in and out of the missiles path.

The moment to strike finally arrived as she closed in on them. She struggled with her controls, trying to get a lock-on the missiles hunting down her comrade. When the warheads was finally firmly in her sights, she decided that it would be now or never. She let the bolts fly, opening fire with her heavy blaster chaingun, along with a few shots of her auto blasters for good measure. The missiles exploded a short distance behind the Rally Master, sending shocks and vibrations along his way. Catherine then hailed him. "I've got your six vod! Oya!"

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 3/20

Cadan began to prepare for the coming battle. He had heard the shots from the ships and he saw that the missile attack had failed.He ran up to where Flannigan was, luckily he survived the attack. "What's your orders Mcnash?" Cadan drew a cigar from his top pocket and went to place it in his mouth, only to be stopped by his helmet. A slight curse could be heard echoing through his helmet.

"Is Horthek secure?" The last part wasn't a question that he needed to ask, more so just to keep Flannigan on task. Even though Flannigan would be the one keeping Cadan on task.

[member="Catherine Colburn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

The glowing embers leaped and twirled in a firery dance, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading to earth like gleeful fire fiends. Tiali launches forward off the ground speeding to Thraxis to Pick him up by his coat, he continues flying swinging left to right as ships fired upon their previous position.

"You owe me one Thraxis." he drops Thraxis to the ground near the side of Flannigan and Caden.

Tiali Hovers using his Jetpack "Where now Flanny?"

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis eyes would be open, he had no real idea as to what was going on, all he knew was that one minute he was on the ground, the next, he was soaring like the birds, though with some added assistance, his eyes sprinting back and forth as he scoured the ground, looking for signs of any enemy movement.

"So, how much do I owe you?" he would inquire, curious as to what [member="Tiali Orazio"] wanted, "Do you want creds? Or do you want a twilek? Because, I can get you both." he would continue his inquiry half-jokingly.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Trandosian and Barbel Camp.
Objective: Protect and Aid Horthek Jaravos and co.
Allies: Jackals, Horthek Jaravos and co.
Post Count: 4/20

Only just hearing Thraxis speaking to Tialia, Cadan would turn to him. "I will take the Twi'lek!" He raised his arm. Then looked back to the remenats of the attack, sighing to himself. He began to run down and check the wounded, ordering the ones that could still fight to ready themselves, and the ones that were too weak to fight, he would bring into small area to rest and recover.

He looked to a few 'medical' personal and ordered them to help the wounded. Before running bag to Thraxis and Tiali.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Ship
Objective: Hunt Bounty
Allies: Mando'ade
Post Count: 6/20

No matter what maneuver he poorly executed the missiles were still behind him chasing its prey until it had consumed it with fire and a chemical explosion that would most likely lead to death or serious personal injuries that would take more time than falling dead in a mere second. No doubt a more skilled and experienced ace such as Anija or Betna would have performed a method that would have shook off the heat seeking warheads in a short amount of time with no help. But that could not be said for the Redneck who was very desperate to fly safe without worrying about being demolished and desolated from the very sky he was flying in. Perhaps if he were to be a passenger or better yet a gunner he would be eased. It would also not have him resist against the wanting of vomiting due to all the maneuvers he was making and him being in the air to long. Never enjoyed flying.

He always preferred having his feet on the ground where he knew where he was. The Rally Master could coordinate, devise plans, and know what he was facing and shooting at at all times. Vilaz had conquered many lives and helped dominate worlds with the vode by facing his adversaries with his own buy'ce to whatever face his enemies wore. And it was where he focused his almost all of his time on..

Then his walls vibrated and noticed on his scanners the missiles were no longer in existence. But there was more. He picked up the IFF tag of another ship in his area and could hear the voice of a woman in the comm link. “'Preciate it, vod. I'm about to vomit up in here." Now with the missiles destroyed long before they could hit the Warrior he began to redirect his attention towards the landing zone which was still being occupied by several hostiles. There would be no quarter for them. At least, not from the Bounty Hunter. He positioned his vessel somewhere near the entrance to the mines where Horthek was cowering in. As the freighter began descending to the ground of Gallos the familiar thud rocked the ship knowing he had landed on terrain. A hiss was heard as the the pad opened and an ironclad Mandalorian ran with his unique crossbow, crushgaunts, two WESTAR 34 pistols, a Fett-Kal knife, two thermal detonators, and a repulsor pack. His dual pistols were in his hands and was in the air flying towards the entrance to the mine tunnels.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Catherine Colburn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Venussia Sasko"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Break"] [member="Quinn"] [member="Thraxis"] [member=Anija Ordo] [member=Arrbi Betna] [member=Nolan Detta] [member=Serock Hoath] [member=Grozurra] [member=Taenor Arrocco]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Hovering
Objective: Wrangling

Gallos was notable for a variety of reasons -- its proximity to the Primeval front, its cortosis, its harried and worried citizens. Of the latter, Alec had accumulated a shipload, because she was a dang good recruiter. But Gallos was also notable for its chrysalide rancors.

Take the biggest apex predator you can imagine, give it semi-sentience, then alchemize the feth out of it so that the changes will breed true. Teeth and claws to shred durasteel and punch through particle shields. Endurance to tackle elite war droids the same size as they are. All kinds of reasons to avoid chrysalides.

"All righty," she said to her Arcona first officer, as the Garden of Unending Delights drifted over the jungle. "Let's start with coma gas and Conner nets, and go from there.

 

[Mel'sivlal Huedain]

Location: Somewhat near Horthek’s mines
Objective: Track down bounty
Allies: Mandalorians
Post Count: 1/20

Shiv limped away from the crashed transport, throwing mental curses at whoever was firing those missiles.

His ship had not been as lucky as Vilaz Munin's and Anija Ordo's, the missiles had torn through the cockpit killing the pilot instantly. The ship had spiraled into the ground, crashing head first and killing everyone in the vessel save one; Shiv. He had been, as usual, near the back of the vessel even though the others had stayed at the front. He didn’t fancy the idea of socializing with people right before you went into battle, seemed it could only end badly. If they’d survive the day, then maybe he’d share a toast with them. But that was not the case, as the entire front end of the ship had been crushed by the force of the crash. Shiv however, was less damaged as the back end was relatively undamaged due to the front acting as a shock absorber.

Shiv was hurt however, his body was wracked by the crash and a large piece of metal had crashed into his helmet. But he’d been through worse, and even though his vision was obscured by the blood in his visor he was able to get out of the wreck.
Shiv sat down and removed his helmet, it wasn’t too damaged, only a few furrows from a battle long past. His head however was in worse condition he realized as he put his gauntleted hand to his head and touched exposed flesh and blood. He muttered static drenched curses and put his helmet back on. His only hope was that this battle would be finished before he fell unconscious.
Fighting through the pain, Shiv stood upright and surveyed the area. The crash wasn’t all bad; it had gotten him closer to the target’s “Den.” In fact, he saw his Rally Master, [member="Vilaz Munin"] jetting towards the entrance.

He activated his comlink and opened a channel to Vilaz. “Mel’sivlal… supplying backup.” He said, trying to keep an even tone despite the pain.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]