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Sahan Dragr

Gwyneira Vizsla · Jun 28, 2023

An outpost of the Karjr. White Scar Post. Despite being Karjr herself, technically, Gwyneira Krayt had never been here. In the last twenty years, in fact, she had seldom come to Kestri at all. Sometimes trade deals or Enclave emergencies brought her here, but Gwyn had seldom stuck around for long. Why was that? The answer was quite simple - she had two children. Wanting to give them the most stable upbringing possible, she moved to another system and stepped down from Karjr duties. She had grown a lot as a Forgemaster while raising her children, and she still trained plenty. She never was complacent either, standing with her brethren in the Enclave when their borders were invaded. She still took bounties against criminals as well, to satisfy her more adventurous side.

But now, her daughters were grown up. They had both blossomed into wonderful Mandalorians in their own rights, and their mother was proud of them. But now, without the attention she needed to give to being a home keeping mother, she was able to return to her old duties once more.

That was, if the Karjr's leader would have her back.

Her retirement had been sudden for sure; as sudden as her unexpected pregnancy. She had always assisted her people as a smith and defender, but she had a feeling that many vod would be cross with her choices to focus mostly on being a mother first. She had zero regrets, but she could already see that many would not understand. But she genuinely was heartbroken at Tor Valum's fallen state, and she wanted to help her adopted homeworld build up to something glorious again.

But as she flew closer to White Scar aboard her old faithful Tauntaun, she could sense that things were not quite right. Through the Force, she sensed an eerie haunting. It was not something sinister like the Dark Side, but it was enough to raise alarm. Alas, even her brilliant Force Sense was clouded here. She had a feeling that the Force itself had something to do with this.

Gwyneira already had her beskar'gam on and at the ready, but now she was bringing weapons too. She always brought extra weaponry with her in case needed, and this was one of those times. After she landed her ship, she grabbed her buy'ce from the co-pilot seat and ran to her older quarters. She stuck her Twin pistols in her cybernetic leg's hidden compartment, and her Borealis pistol in her left waist holster. An M.I. pistol was slotted in her right waist holster; her Ra'ntisr in her left shoulder holster, and her Scathe slugthrower pistol in her right shoulder holster. She could never be too careful.

She pulled the Distant Chill from its place on the wall and swung it over her back. She snuck one more item into her leg's hidden compartment and exited her ship, locking it behind her.

Kestri was just as beautifully cold as ever. As Gwyn made way towards the outpost's tavern, she took in everything she could of her surroundings. Strangely, everything seemed fairly quiet. No signs of battle or hidden murder. She reached with her senses, but sensed no intruding forces either. It was most bizarre then, that she still felt danger in the air. She was so absorbed in her guarding and observation, she did not take a moment to admire the Mandalorian architecture like she usually would have.

As she approached the tavern, she spotted several more Karjr outside. Good. People to fill her in on whatever was going on. But did they even know there was danger? Even in the crowd though, she saw a beskar'gam she had been hoping to see.

Siv Dragr . He was the leader of the Karjr, and the individual she had been hoping to talk to about her future in this organization. She approached him, offering a polite bow of the head.

<"Su cuy'gar, al'verde. It is an honor to see you again. I was hoping to speak to you, but-"> She motioned to the group of Karjr at the tavern, <"If you don't already know, there's something wrong in the air. I think there's intruders.">

Even now, she was always a bit shy to admit her Force abilities, no matter how strong she was now. She knew that the Karjr's leader knew of her Force sensitivity however. If he caught her drift, he would tell it was something she sensed.

Sahan Dragr · Jun 28, 2023

White Scar Post, Kestri

SHIP: Xandu-Class Starfighter
ARMOR: Gar'gathr
WEAPONS: M.I. Augmented Beskad | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
ITEMS: Gas Canisters (12) | Slugs (500)

Sahan Dragr woke with a start, up and to his feet. "'Bout time you woke up. You've been here all night since you conked out last night." There was a woman sweeping the floor. "I was just about to wake you to get you to move, so perfect timing."

Now he remembered. "Oh, right. I was fine, even after winning that drinking contest - if you're gonna do something, might as well be the best, right? - but I may have gone a little overboard trying that ryll. Sure was an experience though."

The woman shook her head. "At least it wasn't glitterstim. I don't think you'd be able to get up now, if it had been."

Sahan just grinned. "Sounds like a challenge!"

"Amazing you aren't holding your head doubled over in a hangover. Your scarf is hanging over there. Your buir just arrived."

Sahan grabbed the brown cortosis-weave scarf. "I feel perfectly fine. Takes more than that to take a Dragr down. Wonder what the old man is doing here." He made his way downstairs to the common area of the tavern. Sure enough,

Siv Dragr was there. "Yo, Buir!" He gave a salute that was an odd blend of both lazy and respectful. "Something up?"

Gwyneira Krayt said:
<"Su cuy'gar, al'verde. It is an honor to see you again. I was hoping to speak to you, but-"> She motioned to the group of Karjr at the tavern, <"If you don't already know, there's something wrong in the air. I think there's intruders.">

Before the older Dragr could reply, a woman came up to speak to him. She was an older woman, but Sahan still couldn't help admiring how good she looked. "Krayt? Don't think I've seen you around before. Though, that really isn't surprising. I'm Sahan Dragr. By the look on his face, I think the old man does know something, though he hasn't said anything about it yet."

Siv Dragr

Gwyneira Vizsla

Drel Rook

Drel Rook · Jun 28, 2023

Drel was never surprised when Mandalorians socialised. They were truly a predictable people. He supposed you had to be when everyone was armoured like a tank and had enough firepower and training to equip a small militia.

So here he was, arm wrestling a fellow Karjr at White Scar Post. Sure technically using his left hand, which had been replaced a Ripperdoc class cybernetic was cheating. With the rest of his body augmented with a Verd Enhancement Package, Drel was going to use what he had. He was toying with the other drunk, Mandalorian. At the mention of trouble he simply pushed the other guy’s hand to the table. “Maybe next time.” He said to the inebriated Mandalorian who had challenged him to an arm wrestle.
Drel Rook was after a little more excitement.

Standing up from the table, he grabbed his helmet and approached the grown crowd. “Is there trouble?”

Siv Dragr · Jun 29, 2023

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Siv turned part to the side, a single eyebrow-raising halfway as he saw who walked in after him. Gwyneira Krayt, a face he hadn't seen in a long time. "Haven't seen your face in a long time," he said as much. Since she was a teenager actually. She'd definitely grown, but twenty years would do that to anyone, he reasoned.

He turned to his adopted son, who with immaculate timing -- ignoring the fact that he'd quite obviously just stumbled out of bed -- had appeared in the tavern too. "Sahan," he said with a straight, no-nonsense voice. "Get your armor on and get to the landing pad. Go now," he nodded back upstairs before turning his body back to Gwyn. "My son," he said by way of explanation in a lower tone. "Adopted," he added in case she sought a further explanation.

"But yes, we lost contact with an observational platform in orbit. Security systems are out too, and I can't hail their crew. Logs say it's just some droids up there so it could be a malfunction, who knows. But I thought I'd take the kid to check it out though, and you and any other Karjr are welcome to come along," he explained, raising his voice to clearly address the couple of other Karjr milling around. Some acknowledged him with a head nod, others with a shrug, but most look disinterested. Not that Siv was particularly surprised; an op that was seeming to mount up to what would be a routine maintenance inspection wasn't the kind of thrill most Karjr sought. "Not a ton of room anyways," Siv muttered to himself.

"You want to come see the new ship?" He asked as he walked back towards the doors towards his parked dropship on the landing pad.

Lily Decoria · Jun 29, 2023

Location: Enclave Outpost
Equipment: Training saber
Attire: Jedi Outfit
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Drel Rook

Lily had been charged with a mission to test her skills in stealth. To provide a little more insights on where abilities might lay and whether she could work as a Jedi Shadow or was better working as a Guardian. It was also a mission to provide some insight on how the Mandalorian Enclave's general stance was. There were rumours of discourse and aggressive but whether it was just a rebel branch or a shift in the whole faction had yet to be determined. At least that was the impressions that Lily got from her debrief on her mission but it was clear that she wasn't to engage. Assess, gain intel and then retreat and report back to the Council for them to give a better understanding of the situation.

There wasn't much worry in Lily, she had been on other missions that were outside the Alliance space and she had been able to handle things fine. Her talents with the Force were steadily improving after the outburst with her Master caused her to touch the Dark Side. Lily was finally learning how to release control and allow things to flow naturally. It was not a concept she enjoyed but seeing what happened when you didn't allow that, it was the far better alternative. This was reflecting in her combat abilities as well now, she was progressing further in shorter time frames now. It was a step towards her earning her own crystal and becoming a true Jedi.

Hopefully this would be the mission that would solidify it for her Master.

Approaching the base, Lily made sure to secure it and using tips she had learnt from her aunt on hacking and infiltrating tech, she was able to give an all clear communication. She didn't want people coming here and investigating her presence, especially any Mandalorians with some degree of talent. She chewed on her bottom lip as she attempted to access locked files and infiltrate the network to see if she gain any intel on the ongoings of the Mandalorians. They were a proud, supposedly honourable warrior bunch, though their visions on fighting and warriors were very different to Lily's and her people's. That much she had always known.

Especially since there were not many Echani who enjoyed the actions of the Mandalorians when they attacked Eshan and then brought even more war when the Jedi fought for their freedom. Thankfully things were peaceful back home but Mandalorians seeking war like that again, it was a scary thought.

Jocun Jones · Jun 29, 2023

White Scar Post, Kestri

A figure cloaked in earthy hues leaned back long in a chair with their boots kicked up atop a table. Slowly they reached up to gradually push back the wide-brim hat that'd been obscuring their face. "Sure, partner." Jacun's voice rose from the side with a lazily smile quickly on her lips. "Just happens you lost contact on an observational platform, and the security systems went out." The smile grew, her cheeks pushed up beneath the crimson eye that peeked out from under the brim of her hat. "Not like these here parts are known for being the roughshod of the galaxy."

With a slight tip further back, Jocun dropped her boots to the floor. She shoved the hat back atop her head proper-like as she rocked out of the chair. "Perhaps I'll come with. In case there are any droids that'd like to report corrupt bits in their buffers." The rifle propped up nearby was swept up as she stepped forward.

Things sure had gotten a whole lot harder these last few decades with the Enclave not being a dominant law enforcement force. Sheriff Jocun Jones certainly never ran out of scum or villains to take to task. Someone had to keep Order in these here parts, and the Mandalorians had looked like they'd been in need of help all this time. Nice that she'd dropped in just in time for this party to get assembled.

"Who don't want to see a new ship?" Jocun briefly glanced to the side as if she'd see someone raise their hand. A new ship was always welcome. Better than a half-assembled pile of junk that barely stayed in the sky by far.

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Gwyneira Vizsla · Jun 30, 2023

After all these years, the words "new ship" still got Gwyn all giddy. But she had even more room to join. She could never turn down the arisen concern of her homeworld's safety. And, she needed to talk to Siv about the Karjr. His son struck her as a rather amusing kid. He was far more carefree than either Elise or Mevia, but that bedhead reminded her of Mevia. She had never been a morning person.

The next Mandalorian to join was quick to the point, just like Mevia. Gwyn let the others explain as she tried to tell if she could recognize his beskar'gam and Force Signature. She could not.

<"Of course I will come with you. I would love to see your new ship!"> She paused for a second, then lifted a balled fist to her mouth and cleared her throat, <"And I wanted to discuss something with you. When you have the time.">

Another Karjr joined the group and offered to join. She seemed technology savvy like Gwyn was. The hybrid Arkanian smiled beneath her visor and bantered towards her, <"The only thing better than a new ship is upgrading an old one. I am so excited!">

Siv Dragr

Sahan Dragr

Jocun Jones

Drel Rook

Sahan Dragr · Jun 30, 2023

SHIP: KSTR-31 Beringr-class Interceptor
ARMOR: Gar'gathr w/Rocket Pack
WEAPONS: M.I. Augmented Beskad | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
ITEMS: Gas Canisters (12) | Slugs (100) | Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (25) | AXC (10)

Siv Dragr said:
"Sahan," he said with a straight, no-nonsense voice. "Get your armor on and get to the landing pad. Go now,"

The look on his buir's face and the tone of his voice told Sahan that now was not the time to fool around, it was time to get serious. He instantly snapped to attention and gave his adoptive father a salute. "Elek oya!" He sprinted away, regulating his breathing so as to keep a good pace and not tire himself.

He dashed into his room and donned his beskar'gam as quickly as he could. He strapped his rocket pack around his waist, attached his Striking Falcon to his back, his beskad to his left hip, and his pistol in its holster on the right. He checked the pouches of his belt to make sure his gear was in order and, just for good measure, grabbed his shatter rifle, which he hung around him on a strap. He jammed his helmet on his head, hearing that familiar sound as the seals kicked. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and headed out the door.

He took to the sky, heading for the landing pad where the old man's Stathas was parked. Flying was much faster and less tiring than running, not to mention he simply loved it. It was honestly one of his favorite things to do, and he'd really taken a shine to aerial training. With this speed, he'd catch up to the others in no time. He might even be able to get there first, depending on how long it took them.

Drel Rook · Jul 2, 2023

Drel smirked before putting on his helmet. “Always down for an adventure.” The Karjr said. Working as a bounty Hunter often meant working alone. A thing Drel preferred to do since being rebuilt with more hardware and computing power than some old starships. As such, he hadn’t worked with these individuals before.

Times were changing. The Enclave wasn’t what it used to be. It was time to start working with other Mandalorians if they were to return to their former glory.

Siv Dragr · Jul 5, 2023

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Siv nodded to Gwyn as the Mandalorians walked back out onto the landing pad. The circular pad of duracrete was protected by a ray shield that worked some of the time, enough so that there were only irregular snow drifts across the area. White Scar Posts' location meant that arctic storms constantly buffeted it; measures such as these made the place liveable.

"We'll be able to talk better in the ship," Siv shouted over the wind as he drew near his dropship. He could hear the familiar thrum of his son's jetpack rocketing overhead slowly growing. "Sahan, get to the engineering bay and check on the ship’s reactor. I want to make sure this storm isn’t straining any components," he said to him over comms. He assumed that Gwyn wanted to talk in private, and he’s be able to speak more freely without worrying about what he said in front of his son. Beckoning the other Mandalorians to follow them, he walked up the ramp of the dropship and clambered into the cockpit.

Compared to his much older CVT-48 Outlander-class Starfighter, the Stathas dropship was a veritable yacht. The cockpit alone had more room than the entire starfighter; though still operated by one pilot, there was ample seating for the other Mandalorians. Further in the interior was a multipurpose common room furnished with a kitchen, private sleeping bays, an armory, a holding cell, and a small engineering bay. There were many apartments in Tor Valum with less space. "Make yourselves comfortable," Siv grunted to no one in particular as he began powering on the systems. Fresh from the flight to the outpost, the ship's generators and thrusters were still warm, and in moments they were in the air fighting against the storm.

Siv motioned for Gwyn to take a seat next to him. With his helmet off, set aside on the dashboard, his eyes were focused as he fought to maintain smooth control of the starship as icy, hundred-kilometer-an-hour winds buffeted it from all sides. "So," he said conversationally, "you had something you wanted to ask me about?" Moments later they broke through, the storm fading behind them as they climbed higher and higher out of Kestri's atmosphere.

Gwyneira Vizsla · Jul 5, 2023

This ship... was amazing.

Like her own Tauntaun, this ship had worthy living conditions and boasted beauty in its design. As the group walked through the halls, Gwyn made mental notes of the sleek interior design. As the group approached the bridge, Gwyn leaned against the wall, pressing her hand against the hull and mapped out the entire ship, engine and all, using the Force.

It was a brief movement unlikely even noticed. Gwyn made sure to lock it all in her memory and moved towards Siv Dragr. He told her to sit next to her and she obliged. Soon enough, the small group was in the atmosphere and flying towards their destination.

"So, you had something you wanted to ask me about?"

Gwyn removed her buy'ce. Compared to her youth, her hair was in a far more mature looking style. No dye, and it was well kept. It was an indication of better mental health, as she obviously had the energy to take care of herself - she no longer looked like a twig either. Her amber cybernetic eyes greatly contrasted her pale Arkanian skin as she looked down with doubts. She spoke.

"I know I stepped down from the Karjr adruptly." She started, "I had my reasons, but it probably still shocked some people. Maybe you were one of them?"

She sighed, remembering the chaotic and wrecked person she was then. The Quartermaster's death marked the beginning of a dark age for the Enclave, and Gwyn unexpectedly had become pregnant.

"Elise is twenty now, hard to believe, I know. She's training so hard, and she has a good heart. My adopted daughter, Mevia, is eighteen and has already passed her Verd'goten."

Her eyes shone with obvious pride in her eyes as she smiled warmly, "But they're grown up now. I poured everything I had into raising them as an attentive parent and mentor. It was something I did not have growing up."

She looked over to Siv with a nervous disposition, "But with the kids all grown up, I have more time again. I do miss being a Karjr, and I think I could handle both Karjr duties and being a Forgemaster. That is..."

She looked away, "If the Karjr would have me back..."

Drel Rook · Jul 5, 2023

Drel had followed the group out and up to the ship. The cold outside nipped at him. Chilling him to the bone. He wasn’t a fan of the cold, though much preferred it to the heat. If it was too hot, there wasn’t much to do once you were already naked. If it were too cold, you could just keep adding layers.

As he made his way up to the ship, he went and took a seat near the cockpit. Not because he was trying to ease drop or anything, it’s just he was told to get comfortable, and wanted to be able to hear

Siv Dragr when they arrived. He did not expect the seeming team leader of this operation to call in

Gwyneira Vizsla and have a heart to heart, with him fully in ear shot.

Drel felt a little guilty. Like he shouldn’t be listening to the conversation, but there wasn’t much else to do. It was too late to stand up and move deeper into the ship, so he just sat silently and fiddled with his Vambraces, pretending not to hear them. This felt like a big moment for them, and he didn’t want to interrupt.

Lily Decoria · Jul 5, 2023

Location: Enclave Outpost
Equipment: Training saber
Attire: Jedi Outfit
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Lily tapped away at the console, decrypting the files onto the drive that she had was taking time and Lily could feel her anxiety building. She didn't want to linger around too long since the chance of being caught or being discovered would increase. However, it was tough to break into the information that she needed, she chewed on her bottom lip in concern as she attempted to figure out a few different avenues.

"Come on Lily, you can do this, just get in and out.... Still got that distress beacon for Master Briana as well." Lily whispered to herself as well, reassuring herself as she continued to attempt to break down the walls of cybersecurity. It was impressive the blockades that the Mandalorians held but she was getting through and able to extract some information on the plans and get insight onto what the Mandalorians were planning.

She sighed as it was getting tedious and things were not simple, "just a little longer and then we can be good." Lily reassured herself again, there wasn't much more that she needed to do, get the information back to the council. Just as long as she wasn't captured, then the mission would be a success.

Sahan Dragr · Jul 5, 2023

SHIP: "Du'us'ara" - Modified KSTR-31 Beringr-Class Interceptor
ARMOR: Gar'gathr w/Rocket Pack
WEAPONS: M.I. Augmented Beskad | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | "O'dteyase" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
ITEMS: Gas Canisters (12) | Slugs (100) | Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag) | RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)| AXC (10)

Siv Dragr said:
<Sahan, get to the engineering bay and check on the ship’s reactor. I want to make sure this storm isn’t straining any components.>

<On it!> Sahan rocketed past and ran aboard the ship. Checking the engineering bay computer systems, he saw everything seemed to be in order, but he preferred to check for himself. Never know when a sensor might give a false reading. He opened up the maintenance hatch and ducked inside, using his gravpack to maneuver quickly instead of crawling. He made his way to the reactor, running his hand over all the parts. He wasn't the greatest engineer, not by far, but he seemed to be able to sense the condition of the parts, though he wasn't entirely sure how.

<Good to go, Buir. Chamber, driver, relay inverter, all in working condition. Though I still say you should upgrade from the stock versions.> His adoptive father was rather old-school in that regard. <Debris extractor and cooling modules are still in great condition as well. Obviously, no ice build-up, since the engines are still warm.>

He ducked back through the maintenance shaft back into the engineering bay. He strode forward, past the holding cell and freezing chamber, past the private areas. Technically, the ship had enough room for both of them, but Sahan was a grown man and often staid in his own room at the White Scar Post. The old man still had some scars from his past that he couldn't quite get over, and Sahan knew he needed his privacy when dealing with it. Sahan himself couldn't imagine it. Sure, he'd lost his own parents, but he'd been too young to remember them. He'd still been able to grow up with a place to belong. He had no desire to get in touch with his Kiffar heritage; he was and would always be Mandalorian.

Sitting down in the passenger area - he could see his dad conversing with the woman from earlier and he didn't want to interrupt - he nodded toward the other two. He eyed the woman,

Jocun Jones "I don't think I recognize you. Love the hat. What brings you out here?"

Siv Dragr · Jul 7, 2023

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As Kestri fell further behind the dropship, the roar of the storm faded until all that the Mandalorians could hear was the ambient thrum of the ship's thrusters. Siv kept his eyes forward, watching the starfield and making sure his navigation points all matched. He listened thoughtfully, though, as Gwyn spoke, something that a twenty-year younger version of himself might not have done.

After letting Gwyn speak, and considering what she had to say, Siv finally responded. "I adopted Sahan nearly two decades ago. He was a baby orphaned from the Vurelji'yr Vong Breach, if you know anything about that," he began. "Didn't think I had it in myself to be a parent, raise a kid. Still don't know if I do," he grimaced as he thought back over the many years of raising Sahan. It definitely hadn't been a smooth journey. "I stepped back from the Karjr, took less risky missions and less often, spent more time building White Scar Post and raising Sahan. Sometimes it was boring, nothing compared to the thrills of the frontier. Learned a lot more about myself though, and I'm sure you did too, raising your daughters. Maybe they and Sahan should meet."

He exhaled. He knew that what Gwyn had come to him for was not parenting advice; few in their right mind would. "I know you want me to say whether or not you should rejoin the Karjr. Truth be told, I'm not sure if you ever officially leave. I haven't ran an op in what must have been two years by now, but here I am. And they're so overburdened with unclaimed patrol details, bounties, and operations that I doubt they'd refuse you even if they wanted to." He glanced at the Mandalorian. "Not much more advice I could give. I'm not in charge if you're wondering. Vren took over the operation when Volo stepped down, although I doubt the old man loves the job. If for whatever reason he sent you home packing, I could try and reason with him for you. And if not," he sighed, shrugging. "Always room for more hands around White Scar. I've never been a big fan of the bureaucratic paperwork anyways."

A red flashing signal on his nav-com drew his attention away from the conversation for a second. They were reaching the approach for the observation platform. An irregular glimmer of metal in the distance out of the viewport confirmed they were close to their destination. "What I'm trying to say is," Siv concluded, "do what you want to do. You want to come back, do it. You want something, take it. Don't let anyone hold you back. Like what we're doing right now," he finished as he shifted a thumb over to toggle on the ship's intercom. "Look alive, Mandos," he announced over the comms. "We're here."

His lips tightened as he wrestled with the controls to line the dropship up on the finicky docking approach with the observation platform. The hangar was small, or at least smaller than most that Siv was used to. It was built to comfortably house two Enclave dropships, and 'comfortable' to the Mandalorian engineers who had designed the platform really meant 'barely.' Siv's brow creased as he noticed that the starship in place of the standard rotation's dropship was obviously not of Mandalorian design. They weren't alone here.

As the ship touched down, he donned his helmet and walked into the central multipurpose room of his ship. "I need someone to lock down that starship in the hangar to prevent escape, and if they can get a manifest of where that thing has been. I need another to get to the comms and reconnect the platform to ARTUS's network. The rest are with me, to find who's on this station and capture them. No lethals unless absolutely necessary -- we need them alive." He looked around. "Any volunteers?"

Gwyneira Vizsla · Jul 9, 2023

Siv's words hit home for Gwyn. Being a mother had been "less exciting" than missions and fighting for sure. But, she had learned a lot from it. She had been so uncertain when she found out she was pregnant with Elise; then wracked with doubts again when Eliz brought a young Mevia home. And yet, despite the more mundane lifestyle, it had been the best two decades she could have ever experienced. And here Siv was, upfront and telling her that he himself had been a parent and struggled at it. It was assuring, to say the least. And his words of reaching out and taking her Karjr title again made her smile. It was always the Mandalorian attitude, and she never had truly lost it since learning her first lessons as a Foundling long ago. She nodded to Siv just as he announced the group's location. As everyone got up and scuttled off the ship, Gwyn spoke to Siv before they moved.

"Siv, thank you."

As the group left, Gwyn took a look around the dead, cramped hanger. The stranger ship definitely raised some red flags, but when the request was made to lock down the ship and search for anything useful, the engineer smirked in confidence, "I know my way around any ship. I'll lock it down and search for anything useful. Should be easy enough."

She kept her buy'ce tucked between her waist and arm, awaiting anyone else's input.

Jocun Jones

Jocun Jones · Jul 9, 2023

Jocun followed along and kept her thoughts to herself along the way. Obviously some of them had history, and wanted to work something out. Wasn't her business long as it had nothing to do with the events at hand.

Aboard the ship, however, a man (

Sahan Dragr ) strode up and complimented her hat. Jones smiled as she slowly reached up to give it a tug and then push back into place. "Sheriff Jocun Jones. I tend to the colonies. Try to bring as much law and order as a single person can out here. I can say I'm looking forward to the Mandalorians getting serious again; I could use the help." A playful wink followed suit. Of course, if the Mandalorians made their influence known again it would be Jones helping them rather than the other way around; but you couldn't begrudge an old Sheriff laying claim to their stomping grounds, could you?

"What really kicks my spurs is why the Mandalorians have taken a renewed interest in galactic affairs? And whether they play on expanding that influence or keeping it in close? Might not hurt for the People to be aware. Frighten the pirates. Reassure the locals just trying to make a livin'. That sort of thing."

When Siv came back to give them the brief, Jones looked up from under the brim of her hat. Gwyn took securing the ship, which left the comms. Tech work wasn't her strongest suit; this group probably had someone more equipped. Though if she were wrong, Jones would reconsider.

As for taking them alive that was something she could do. Even when her rifle was full of quite-lethal projectiles. Now, the captives might wish they were dead when Siv came to talk to them, but they'd still be alive. She'd interrogated people like that before. Worked out splendid like. Long as you didn't let them bleed out.

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Sahan Dragr · Jul 12, 2023