The Violent Sort of Vacation [TSE]

[Keira Cerdulan]

[SIZE=11pt]Cademimu V was trash, whatever glory it once held was nothing now, it was a place where hope and dreams were drowned under it’s impressive cityscape. For it was not but another Shadowport now, where scum and villainy left and transported their wares:[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]At current standing, one of those wares was military grade weapons. Weapons that were going to the enemies of the Empire.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Little more needed to be said, the insolent scum needed to be removed. And as such a team was assembled and sent to the surface of the planet in an unmarked shuttle, weaving in with the great amount of traffic that seemed to flow from this miniature Nar Shadda.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Of course, one of the more particular bits of this mission was one of it’s members was an Armada member: Keira Cerdulan, the young and recently promoted leader of Mastiff Squadron. More important than all of this of course, a native of Cademimu V who would be invaluable to navigating the planet with ease and not tipping off the allies of these trashy gunrunners.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Currently, the shuttle made neared the final ends of it’s trip to the planet: just about to enter the atmosphere of the world. The somewhat ramshackle team of Commandos to pseudo-Commandos all stuffed into the back compartment to a moderate, fine, or simply nonexistent level of comfort. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Cerdulan herself seemed more reserved, she hated this planet, and going back made her feel sick: even if it was for only a short while. As such, she simply remained...uncharacteristically reserved.[/SIZE]​

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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Cademimu V, Shuttle​

Objective: Retrieve wares, eliminate criminals​

With: [member="Keira Cerdulan"] | Other participants.​

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Anden sat on one of the many chairs provided by the shuttle. Keeping himself rather lax, wearing his armor. Different in color however, just to bring the 'disguise' and 'undercover' vibe. He wasn't sure if they were supposed to be immediately identifed as a member of the Empire's military or go with a disguise to blend in with the mini Shaddaa. Likely the latter. He'd tap his left fingers onto the right foregard of his armor, waiting for the shuttle to land, and the light to be green.