We Good Few (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Yaga Minor)

[Titan]

Edit, weird double post see lower post.

 

[Miss Blonde]

It was the little things people always missed, those fleeting images that the brain fails to pick up and remember upon seeing it. But for those lucky few there was something off as they were escorted out of the room, certain guards where they were posted along the halls were gone. Facilities staff were missing and slowly where the other mandos sat in the lobby people who had left to other rooms simply never returned. The tension in the air could be felt by even the dullest warrior, something was going to go down, and more than likely it was going to involve violence.

"Stay wit meh." the man said letting his accent draw out more.

As they approached the lobby the man lifted up a data pad and texted a few words on it while they proceeded, everything seemed to be going well enough. But that knife edge tension soon snapped when the sound of a muffled scream echoed out from behind a closed door to their right and was soon followed up by the two thumping noises, one of impact, and the other of dead weight hitting the ground. But due to the ysalamir field around the building a force user wouldn't be able to sense any disturbance through the force, they were just noises now.

On the fringes of the lobby the man paused and stood there as the commotion was loud enough to be heard by their present company. There was an awkward silence and soon the man looked over to the mandalorians trailing him.

"Construction, don't go inta that room. Please, hava seat in the lobby." The man said firmly before turning towards the sound of the commotion and stepping inside carefully without revealing what was inside and closing the door behind him.

Inside the meeting room Deneva and Winter were the only ones left, everyone else has been escorted out. The Prime Minister and his administration sat back down and would start the talks over once more.

"Your majesty, such an honor. And to you daughter of Mand'alor I thank you for your words of enlightenment. Our people have enjoyed our freedom and do not wish to ruled by another foreign power again. However we are open to the idea of hosting Mandalorian operation and embassies on our world in exchange for this vital service. Forty percent of our yards would be given exclusive Empire contracts to build your ships and we would allow you to use our planet as a staging point. However we will not pay taxes nor will you have any say in our government. These are the terms we offer out of respect for your people." The Prime Minister made his piece and would let the show get on the road.


[member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Saverok"]

 

[Titan]

Objective: Obtain permission to shoot stuff
Location: Meeting Chamber
Allies: Team 1;
Post Count: 3 / 27
Tel followed the man to the lobby, readying his knife in case of a fight, when they arrived at the lobby, Tel walked to his ship to set down his mini gun and then picked up his Tn-2 off the wall. Then walked back inside, just in time to hear [member="Saverok"] talking. " Cuun ke'gyce cuyir at olktura va diktusayir. Teh cuun ori sol'yc lyekr onto ibic me'suum Yagai ganar cuyir tense, sur'ar sto bat mhi ui e ashi. gider e'yar'u tengaanar mirdir jurkad bal nynir. Cuyir koor ti a e'ne opponet. Solus Ni garentee malyasa'yr hiibir sruciyr be Yagai bal Ka'nuturiad or'parguur. Taylir a lkad'la sur'haai dayn. Ni dont emuurir omtagr be meg liser banar! " Said the alien. "Ni bu'la'ya, a mhi ne'waadas at cuyir ti'darnase. O' ba'hak mhi cuyir raryagr verd, cad olyay naysol be etid at akaanir. Ni ganar gota sacitr bat ner likr par do ta'raysholan apiece meh eo copaanir solus. Be'u bed a be'ida be carbine bal ram'ser sacitr." Replied Tel, gesturing towards his ship with his hand while talking. "Mhi malyasa'yr va cuyir hiibir de suprise"

"Still think that 40% of their shipyards would of been good." Tel says to [member="Khia Wral"], "I mean, I know Zief is a good negotiator but I think he went too far." «I have business to conduct, and things I wish to shoot, if I wasted my time coming here someone will pay dearly. I wonder what the others are thinking?» "Er cuyir katkrabagr. Ni urmankalar demagolka kapr cuyir olar." He suddenly says reconnecting the clip of his rifle to the rifle, before switching it out with his Ordo-tactical rifle.

Amanda's translations:
#1:
I agree, but we need to be cautious. Even though we are skilled warriors, there are too many of them to fight. I have machine guns on my ship for 2 thousand apiece if anyone wants one. Along with a couple of carbine and sniper rifles.
#2:
Something is wrong. I believe the monsters may be here.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Objective: Shoot first, Ask later
Location: Conference Halls/Conference Lobby
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Khia Wral"]
ST: [member="Miss Blonde"]
Post Count: 2/27

Oron's narrowed gaze looked to [member="Saverok"] as he exploded in the conference room, voicing expressions of violence and wretchedness. For the most part, Oron agreed with him. His views were akin to most of his kin, and it was for reasons such as these that he remained silent, even when [member="Queen Sovereign"] echoed his sentiments. The Prime Minister felt the opposite however, his distaste equivalent to the screeching of tires, shattering glass and scraping metal. His retort, although polite, shut down the meeting and called for the delegation to be escorted out of the room. Rolling his shoulders, Oron's pushed himself off the wall, compliant to the Insectoid's request, although his gaze became wary as he looked over Winter in her requested solitude.

She'll be fine. Oron assured himself.

Filing behind the others, he walked behind his Vod following the Minister's replacement guard into the lobby. He seemed polite, although it could have been a ploy simply because he was dealing with a group of beings that both outnumbered him and wielded more fire power. But there was something off about him. The stench of deceit was strong in his demeanor. His back ridiculously straight, smile much too wide, eyes far too gentle. In essence, it nauseated him as he paused outside the door. His crimson, gelid gaze moved over his family then. They all seemed to be overlooking the Guard, and the rally call of Severok and the sudden appearance of [member="Keira Ticon"] seemed to draw their attention even moreso.

He swiveled then.

The halls are unnaturally vacant. This area was bustling when he arrived, but now the guards were gone, the droids were missing, even the other various rooms in the hallway seemed to have quited themselves. Oron flashed another look to the Guard. No gloves? The other guards were in full uniform. And how does someone with such a thick, Corellian accent get into the company of the Prime Minister's protection? On Yaga Minor of all places? Then the Guard lifted a datapad and began to input something, still holding on to that fake, nonchalant posture. He's definitely trained...professional.

"Er cuyir katkrabagr. Ni urmankalar demagolka kapr cuyir olar."

"Something is extremely wrong about all of this, Tel." Oron replied to the young man.

Then a trio of sounds were birthed to breach the silence. A muffled scream, followed by a pair of thuds. The guard, still holding his composure assured them that his team were involved with construction work, after which he suggested they stay put before he stepped away to go into the room. Oron having been nearest the door, watched the Guard as he passed and his eyes moved to his hands. The undeniable flecks of dried blood were present. Oron could spot them a mile away, they were even painted on his own hands, although hidden by his crushgaunts. The door closed, and Oron followed, kicking down the door seconds after it shut. A woman was on the ground, dead, and an Insectoid native was next to her, caught in a ceaseless hydraulic, twitching like a dying beast, bestowed with the most painful of deaths by a means Oron couldn't immediately identify. He assumed his brethren would follow him inside, to see why he kicked down the door, but the Mandalorian was already moving. His Kebii'Aden already drawn and extended, with the intention of incapacitating the Pretender Guard with the 2m spear.

 

[Deneve Verd]

"Given the history between the two of our people. This deal is both accepted and appreciated. Perhaps in the distant future when trust is earned., those of my comrades and those in power here can perhaps sit down once more and modify the agreement should they feel it would be beneficial to both parties.."


Speaking both surely and respectfully, she would lean forward so that her hands rested upon the table before her, chocolate hues sliding over each and every person gathered there. Deneve saw the need for acting with a brain in situations like these instead of acting like bullies whom saw nothing besides violence.
It was then that her gaze slid to the woman that had come with her father's people. A respectful smile soon dancing across her features. Once the polite gesture was given, she would lean back and wait for those gathered to process her words and come to a decision.


[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Thresco]

Objective: Cademimu Run
Location: Warehouse XIII
Allies: Smuggler Team
Count: 1/27


After reaching the planet he had been hired to visit, Thresco had made sure to let Torgost fly the ship. For an Artificial Intelligence, it flew very human like, though that might have been because some of the driving software behind it came from that of a bus-driver droid and a vulture droid. Luckily for the Mandalorian, Torgost had learned a great deal from watching and experiencing as Thresco flew the ship himself, which was why he was confident that the AI would be able to find a place for the ship to be set down properly. It had never been his style to put his ship close to where his meetings were, as a small band of Trandoshans had once awaited his return after some bad negotiations in his very own cargo hold. At the time, they had all come to feel the sharp end of his lightsabers as none of them had expected a smuggler such as himself to be capable of wielding or even possessing such mighty weapons. Opening the large cargo door, the human male watched from behind his emotionless skeletal mask as Torgost locked in on the coordinates of the building. Jumping out in mid air, he slowly descended with the use of his jetpack.

Upon entering the building fashionably late, he heard that the conversation had already started, using the equipment inside of his helmet to pick up on everything that was being said while he steadily made his approach. From behind the cold iron mask, his visor watched closely as the other men were discussing the mission. Truth be told, he had very little to gain from using forty percent of their shipyards, though that was merely what the Mandalorian part would gain from a job well done. Working both for the Mandalorians and the ministry of Yaga, his only true goal was the capturing of one of the creatures that was supposedly responsible for killing people in outer space. He did not really care if the trade ships were being attacked and stopped from entering orbit, as that would just increase demand for those with his particular smuggling skills to get the goods from and to the planet. That said, if he could make a good sum of money and receive some valuable contacts from a job well done, he would be able to

He did not know anyone on this planet, so there was no personal attachment forcing him to help these people whatsoever, not was there any attachment to his former home world and the people living on it. From the looks of it, the majority of them was nothing more than muscle, all brawn and no brain. They were the typical soldiers that fought for a cause with a singular goal, executing the will of their leader without question, all the while getting as bloody as they could. In more ways than one, Thresco Jorr was just as much a Mandalorian as the rest, though his past had seen him changed, pushed from the course that most would go down, joining the army and fight for the Mandalore. He however had seen the cruelty of the Sith first hand as they eradicated his clan, all while receiving no aid from the other Mandalorians. In a way, it had left him bitter towards his own kin, as well as to the Sith that deemed themselves superior due to their dark alignment. Remaining close to the wall as he carefully let Torgost observe and profile those in the room, a momentary clash of opinions managed to clear the room right out. Having no intention of being sent out after wasting fuel, time and effort on getting there, he felt that it was about time for Thresco to be heard, for his goals to be made clear.

"You must be Sirota. The name is Lichbane, I came here because I heard you were looking for someone with the appropriate skills to catch one of your... ahem... Demons.. My reasons for being here are related to nothing but business, not the means to "reclaim" a planet or a sector for the great Mandalore. I am merely here to listen to your terms and conditions so I can start doing my job, and more importantly... Get paid. So how much are these creatures or pirates or whatever worth to you? Give me a price and i'll eagerly get to it.".

Still leaning against the wall as he spoke, his helmet managed to pick up and register things said in the other rooms to by hacking into the comm systems. While generally unseen until he decided that he wanted to get caught in the act, it allowed him to remain aware of what went on in the rest of the building. Pulling up the schematics to the building with his HUD, his sensors and radar scanning every inch of the building created a pretty solid sketch of the layout, including two nearby ships that would undoubtedly be used for this peculiar mission. Usually, people hired him to fight creatures because they wanted them dead, not because they wanted them caught and brought in alive. Obviously, capturing a creature was generally a lot harder than straight up killing it and retrieving the corpse, a lot less dangerous too. Hopefully, the pay was going to be worth the hassle, otherwise he'd just need to make some additional money by visiting the floating debris and leftovers of the Demon attacks.

"If they don't come up with a decent price, I'll see to those stranded ships. Ought to be parts and cargo left to salvage..".

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Find out what the hell is happenin'
Location: Parliament halls.
Allies: Team 1; [member="Queen Sovereign"]; [member="Tel Ordo"]; [member="Saverok"]; [member="Oron Verd"]; [member="Miss Blonde"]; [member="Deneve Verd"]; [member="Keira Ticon"]
Post Count: 3 / 27

His dreck..?

Now. Zef doesn't easily get angry. Actually, it's damn difficult. Especially when he is almost fifty years old. You don't expect fifty year old men to get angry. Even if Zef did not expect to get angry and he felt the spirit of youth overtake him.

"Now look here, ya damn vermin." Zef started acting like a man when a few other Mandalorians grasped him and pulled him to leave the meeting chamber without any more trouble. He heard the words of Isley's daughter when she arrived and the fact that the Prime Minister retained the appearance of the mysterious white-haired woman. "Hey, Deneve and you white-hair,whatever the hell your name is, don't take his damn deal. Get us damn more from that son of a b*tch."

The doors shut.

Around him the rest of the Mandalorian troupe already following the Corellian who led them out, Zef would've hurried after them if it wasn't for a familiar figure beside him.

"Well, look who is here. My favorite bathrobe." Zef smirked beneath his helmet. "Why don't you go to that bug inside and use your damn powers on his empty head ?"

"I am going with that scruffy looking fellow from our beloved planet of Corellia." Zef gestured at the Corellian worker who was leading the Mandalorians somewhere. "If not, let me know over the comm how the negotiations went after Deneve leaves the chamber."

With that Zef paced down the hall, slowing down when he was just behind their guide and close enough to hear the Behemoth's speech about what might be happening. Others such as Tel were commenting the negotiations' outcome and Oron, Isley's brother, wasn't feeling right. Hence, the ex-smuggler's eyes took a wide look around until his eyes landed on their guide when a thud was heard from one of the rooms. Zef's eyes analyzing completely the man from Corellia infront of him. If you wanted to survive as a scoundrel in the Underworld, you had to learn to know people from one look at them. Otherwise, you might damn well end up dead in an alley.

The scoundrel did not like this man one bit at all.

Especially with what seemed to be dried blood on his hands.

"Get ready." Zef said in Mando'a using the comm. His hand fell on his verpine shatter pistol, the only weapons allowed by the Yagai were the Mandalorians' sidearms. Zef mostly used sidearms as primary weapons, so he was fine with that. Hopefully those that haven't broken that tenant were good enough with their sidearms too.

Before anyone could do anything, Oron was already through the damn door. Not like a normal person uses a door but like how a Verd uses a door - kicks it down. The ex-smuggler's quick feet followed the spear wielding Mandalorian and entering the place immediately saw the obnoxious scene. Taking his eyes away from it, Zef took out both of his verpine shatter pistols and followed Mandalore's brother into wherever.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Bodies were laid out for the Mandalorians to gaze upon, the bodies of the staff, guards, and people who just happened to be there. And standing above them were two Caucasian males that held simple silenced pistols and a small bust used as bludgeoning object against the now dead woman on the floor. The first man raised his pistol and was quickly brought down by the spear going through his gut and out the other end. Blood splattered to the floor and he quickly dropped dead.

"Karker!!" The Corellian man yelled as he reached for his piece.

But he too was swiftly brought down by the Mandalorian presence. With his head rattling from impact the man fell backwards with his back against the base of a sofa. He looked up at the two Mandalorians and with that data pad he kept in the other hand he pressed a single button and a small robotic voice could be heard.

"System override accepted, activating emergency lockdown in five, four.." taking his weapon he smashed the screen so it couldn't be stopped.

Looking up at his attackers he knew he didn't have long before they would take him and try to get him to talk. With his pistol in hand he raised it to the base of his chin and uttered two words.

"Hail Kaine." the light in the building shut off and the flash of a weapon discharging light up the room for a brief second.

Back inside the meeting room the deal had been struck and the Yagai were very pleased, the president stood up and bowed at the waist to both of the diplomats gracefully.

"I thank you for everything that you-" And all of a sudden the lights shut down and everything went pitch black.

"What the hell?" The prime minister said as he stumbled in the dark.

The entire facility was on lockdown. Shielded blast doors were activated, red lights began to kick on and dimly illuminate select areas, and it was certain as of right now that no one was getting out. And what made that more and more certain were the howls, the scratchy insectoid howls that rang through the entire building.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[font='Georgia] Chapter Two [/font]​

[font='Georgia] They mostly come out at night, mostly. [/font]​

[media] https://youtu.be/T_9Qoezalsg [/media]​

Screeching, unforgiving, and monstrous insect howls of bloodlust echoed through halls of the building. The sounds of wings flapping were everywhere and in the main lobby where the majority of the Mandalorians were they could see a few dozen meters above them the red eyes of creatures staring down at them. And the strangest thing happened, large amounts of solar radiation began to scramble sensors, and mess with their gear, as if it were radiating from the shadowed creatures themselves.

But things proceeded to get weirder and weirder. The large shadowed creatures didn't attack, they didn't jump down and start looking to cause violence. Whatever they were they seemed to be under some sort of control, of who that wasn't sure.

There was a pause for just a moment and a tension was broken by an intercom playing the sound of someone knocking on wood. This carried on for a few moments before silences reigned and a voice spoke.

"It has come to my attention that the guests present within the building are not your average band of mercenaries, and that you are all trained Mandalorian Warriors here to aid insect scum." There was a thickly laced and deep imperial accent of an elderly man on the intercom and they seemed to be wanting to speak to their leader.

"So let me be frank. It doesn't matter what you saw or what deal you accepted, it is not of my concern. But let's be clear, this won't end well if you choose to stand against me. If you kill the prime minister and his administration, I will let you leave with your lives. I have no intention on spilling the blood of my fellow man, but if you wish to die with insect trash, then so be it. You have five minutes to decide." The voice cut out and that was all.

Inside the meeting room the buildings remaining guards huddled around the Prime Minister guarding them with their lives. None of this boded well.


[member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"Well, things sure turned out lovely, not.."Deneve would mutter, an long drawn out sigh leaving her lips. It was then that she shrugged out of the long coat she had been wearing and drew forth the blade would normally hum lightly within her touch from the sheath along her back. Turning towards the guards, she would access them before once again speaking.

"How many entrances to this room are there?And how skilled in combat are you?I need to know how many asses I need to look out for before things get started.."

It was then that she contacted her uncle and the rest of The Mandalorians over the comm. "Zef, fellow vode. Let's not take this as a way to further what we want.. I personally will be guarding the prime minister and those located within this chamber."

She had addressed those she felt were the most inclined to use certain situations to their advantage. Turning back to the room before her, she would glance at the fellow woman inside the chamber. "I hope you brought some weapons.."

It was the accessed the holonet through the data pad on her wrist. A simple "You need to drop what you're doing and get here NOW. Things are going down. Building on lockdown.' Was sent to her father. With that she leaned back against the wall before turning once more to those in the room. A nod was given before she was back on the comm.

"I've contacted my father. He'll be arriving in a dramatic fashion I imagine.."


[member="Isley Verd"][member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: Find out what's going on, probably kill things eventually
Location: Parliament halls
(2/20)

A part of her wanted to ignore the commentary from her old mentor. But it was a miniscule fraction at that. "Get back to me when talking got us anywhere but closer to death. And you're damn right I'm the better negotiator. At the very least I know when to keep my mouth shut and take a deal when it's offered." And that was all she had to say about that.

When [member="Oron Verd"] kicked down the door Keira wasn't far behind, cracking a smile at what [member="Zef Halo"] had to say, shaking her head. "Can't use the Force here. If I could this would have all been over already. They've got ysalamir in and around the building." But she didn't need the aid of the ethereal to know when things were going downhill quickly, and her danger sense was honed far beyond any mystical energy field. The door wouldn't have been locked down if something wasn't wrong, and it only took a handful of seconds for that something to come to light.

Sith. Once the lights went out the night vision systems within her helmet kicked in, and a miniature hologram of Thalia materialized in the corner of her HUD. "Sensors are scrambled. That's enough to know there's something else here. This your in-law's doing?" Already she had noticed the eyes gazing down at them from above, and she was able to inherently detect the presence of something inhuman. "Now isn't the time, Thalia. Anything you can find if the sensors kick back online would be great." "Of course."

Once it came through the comms that [member="Isley Verd"] had been contacted she relaxed a fraction, though not in a significant enough measure to really matter. No weapons were immediately drawn on her part, though she let her hand brush against the hilt of her saber and grip of her pistol as if in reassurance. The annunciator of her helmet had been silenced so she and Thalia could converse in peace, "I want a layout of this building with all possible exits and entrances marked as priority. Let me know when Isley gets here." "Understood. I've got your back." It really was nice to have that extra pair of eyes.

[member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Queen Sovereign"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Tel Ordo"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Objective: Do What Must Be Done
Location: Dark Ass Conference Room
Allies: Team 1; [member="Zef Halo"]; [member="Tel Ordo"]; @Saverok; [member="Oron Verd"]; [member="Miss Blonde"]; [member="Deneve Verd"]; [member="Keira Ticon"]

Winter's cold gaze drifted towards Zef as he was nearly forced out of the room...protesting and demanding that Winter somehow get more out of the insectoid...the white haired woman could not help but stare blankly at the man as the doors shut on him...why must everything end with a scene being caused? Winter had always dipped her finger in drama but she never did enjoy diving in headfirst...and it seemed as of now she was in the thick of it. The Queen had always been the type to have her boots on the ground and in the action but even this was...a not enough. Almost five hundred years influencing organizations, empires and great nations and now she was merely aiding a rising empire to take over a small...small...

Whatever this was. Planet?

That would do for now...besides. Winter knew the end game...everyone knew the end game.

And as the Prime Minister acknowledged The Queen and the Daughter of [member="Isley Verd"], Winter merely tilted her head as the girl...played politics. She agreed to the terms, making Winter herself shrug. Zef would not be happy, but Winter knew how this all worked.

For now...they'd take the deal...in the start of everything before anything truly went down. But after...when all was said and done and The Mandalorians assisted in exterminating a threat that was far greater than what they originally anticipated...they'd sweeten the deal. And the Minister would have no choice but to comply to his debt. And as the lights all shut down at once and general panic set into the crowd, Winters eyes wandered through the darkness...spotting the Daughter of Isley and slowly walking over to her as she stated she was going to protect the Minister...

High heels clacked on the floor as Winter extended a hand and placed it on the girls shoulder...the taller Queen staring down at her blankly... foreboding. And tilted her head in amusement.

"Oh but if your protecting him...who will protect you?" Winter asked casually...patting the girls shoulder before giving a slight nod...gesturing to the Minister and nudging her towards him. "Keep him close...keep him alive. And stay within range of me...because until your father gets here i'm the only one who is around to keep you alive." Winter muttered...

Wait...why did it matter to her?

This girl was not hers...she was just another daughter of another man...

But in the end maybe that was the reason...Winter lost her daughters...watched them all die in wars that did not matter...perhaps instinct was getting the best of her. But either way, there was no going back now.

 

[Titan]

Objective: Shooting things, finally.
Post: 4

"Die, die, die you alien scum!" Yelled Tel as he unleashed his mini gun into the halls, shooting everything that moved. Throwing a few grenades into the fray as well.«Finally I get to destroy everything in sight.» He thinks as he blasts his marvelously but steadily through the lobby, trying to clear a path to any of his fellow Mandalorians. "We need to find the broadcasting office!" He shouts, "Kill whoever is there. If anyone else wants to join me, I would like to do that!"

«Well then, I got my wish, just not the way I wanted. I wonder when those new assault rifles will be done, they would come in very handy right about now. Who will join me fighting my way to the broadcasting office? We'll need to kill whoever is there in order to stop the attack, if he's controlling these things mentally then killing him should stop them... at least temporarily, but it should suffice for now» Tel thinks as he smacks, and blasts as many of the creatures as he can. «Well that is not good.» Tel thinks as his gun stops firing, «At least I've got this.» he finishes t he thought while pulling out his carbine.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Objective: Gather information while providing relief and aid
Location: Dockyard
Allies: Mandalorians and local Yagai
Post: 1 / 27

Gray had made the choice not long ago to bring his clan, his family, into the Mandalorian Empire. It was something that could go either way right now. Their history with the United Clans had not been good. It had actually been the furthest thing from good that you could get other than complete obliteration, but that might have been a blessing in its own way. But all of that was the past and this was the present. Gray was the head of his clan, their Alor, and he had made the decision to bring them into this movement made by Isley. The man was hailed Mandalore by his people, and his armor was even that of one of the Mandalore of old. Gray knew that fact because one of his clan members had helped to find it, and Gray had helped Isley obtain it. Perhaps Isley was deserving of all of it, his title and his position, but that was yet to be seen. Gray would need to see for himself how all of this went, but even so the Raxis clan was not known for holding back. They had given their support to this new Empire and they would offer as much of it as they possibly could until these others gave them another reason to leave the fold.

In the spirit of support, Gray had decided to load up his ship full to bursting with food, medical supplies, and other goods to provide basic needs to the people of Yaga Minor. He had heard through the grape vine that the planet was in a bad place. They had hired mercenaries that Gray knew and had worked with. A few of these people were even his friends, but they were dead now. Whatever it was that had been plaguing this planet was bad enough to bring it to its knees in only a matter of weeks. That was no small feat and nothing to ignore. It was good they asked for the aid of a growing faction, especially one that could also benefit from helping them. This fact might not have been well known, but finding information was not the hardest thing if you asked the right people. Gray had learned just some bare bone rumors about some kind of meeting taking place, so the higher society Yagai were being dealt with. The biggest and most immediate problem right now though was the masses, the people themselves. They were in dire need of support of some kind, and that was what Alor Raxis brought to them on board his ship.

Gray carried out crates of the direly needed goods off of his ship, The Wolf Fang, with some volunteers from the crowd. He was wearing his Beskar'ika without the helmet on with his bryar pistol strapped to his left leg and his Good Samaritan strapped to his right leg. The hilt of his light saber Whisper hung next to his revolver on his right leg, and the little crystal hummed soothingly out to those around him. The odd little gem seemed to want to help provide some emotional support to everyone, which was also what Gray was doing himself. On his back further aiding in this was his sword Calm that passively soothed those near enough to it. It seemed to be working as well, because the originally irritable and frustrated Yagai were now more cheerful and almost at ease. That was good, for several reasons. He just wished he could have brought in more supplies, but he could only afford so much right now while he was trying to get his company up and running as well as working on rebuilding the clan.

A Yagai worker came up to Gray and said to him as he put the crate down, " Thank you for your help. What might your name be so I can tell others of your kindness?"

Gray smiled to the worker and said in reply holding his hand out, " I am Gray Raxis, and it is my pleasure. I like to help those who need it."

The Yagai seemed surprised by something Gray said as he got a little flustered. He said nervously shaking Gray's hand, " Alor Raxis my apologizes for not recognizing you! I am honored to meet you. What brings such an important person to be doing such grunt work?"

Gray was taken a little back by the worker's outburst. He knew about Gray and his clan? What was odder was he knew the proper title. That was unexpected, but worked out for the situation. Gray just kept smiling as he said, " Well I heard about your people's plight from some associates and friends of mine, and decided something needed to be done. I might be an Alor, but that doesn't mean I am above this kind of thing. If anything it means I have more reason to do it. I need to set an example for everyone. But all of that isn't what is important here. What is important is doing everything I can for you and your people. And of course to do that I need to know what has been going on." It was time to see where his gambit got him. Hopefully he got some key information to help shed some light on this situation.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Hallways
Allies: [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Oron Verd"]

*Boooooaarr* A deep growl errupted from within the hallway and the orange light the came from the Gen'dais Lightpike lit up the room. So much has gone on in the last few minutes and Saverok wasn't even bothering to take it all in. What was done was done and he accepted that. A man killed himself after saying hail kaine, the building went into lockdown and now the ceiling was growing eyes. Not to mention the eerie old voice emitting from all the comms. Eyeing [member="Tel Ordo"] Saverok shook his head. " Your wasting ammo..." he growled in his breath.

" OK.." A sinister smirk came on his face and he headed to the blast door behind him. Pointing the large lava colored blade at the Blast door the Gen'dai jabbed the lightclub pike into the door and began to cut away. " Hukaatir ni!" he shouted in Mando'a. He doubted the mysterious voice and the odd creatures on the ceiling would just stand their as he cut a circle shape into the door but the only way to see was to keep going.

"Where the kark is Isley.." he muttered in his breath.



((OOC: Mando'a Translation: " Cover me!" ))

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective: "Cademimu Run"
Location: Warehouse XIII, Cademimu
Allies: Smuggler Team
Count: 2/27

Rodian Pilot POV: Affected Characters: [member="Thresco"]

The Rodian didn't really find himself too sure that Sirota was telling the truth, but he didn't really care as long as he got paid and didn't get killed. What was said next to him and Sirota though was from a man in a interesting get up.

There was something he was less than thrilled about when working with contract mercenaries. Not only did they expect payment up front alot of the times which made no sense because of how easily they could be killed but the Rodian also hated how they carried themselves. They were always so confident. Granted this one in particular did seem like he would be able to handle more than the common brute but his job was just to get them there, not to pay them.

"You will be paid by the respective parties once we deliver the creature to them not before, not during. And honestly, i could give less than a bantha's ass about if you followed your great mand'alor or not. Do the job, get paid, and everyone is happy. Including myself for being one of those roped into this whole thing."

The Rodian just looked at the others around and sighed. The party wasn't very big and he couldn't believe that he was suppose to run the goods as basically the bait. He better get paid two fold for this one if they were going to use him as a worm on a hook for the demons that have been grabbing up shipments left and right. They would need to get going soon and he hoped the few that had shown were good enough to be able to handle themselves incase the fish took the bait.

"We are moving out, get together and onto the ships if you want to be paid..."

Solan POV:

Solan groaned as he looked up and finally they were ready to go. IT was about time they got moving and while he himself could share the emotions of annoyance and unease with the Rodian that was piloting one of the two freighters, he had as well a bit of excitement. As far as he knew these creatures were an unknown entity that he hadn't ever gotten a truly vivid description of. So while Alexandra had called on him to do her a favor, this was one favor that he was in no way saddened about doing.

That was the idea though, he had this sinking feeling it would not be so easy as his hand closed the lighter he held.



(Others on the Objective that haven't posted yet/not effected by environment: [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective: "Cademimu Run"
Location: Warehouse XIII, Cademimu
Allies: Smuggler Team


Joza hadn’t integrated into the Mandalorian Empire all that well, but perhaps her attention had been turned elsewhere. Yet seeing as how her father, [member="Zef Halo"] crashed a ship into a Sith garrison in order to save her, Joza figured she owed it to her dad to at least try and help out a bit. Not wanting to be directly involved in the politics of the Empire—not that she had any credentials or even the right to—the Zeltron figured that her talents would be best put to use in smuggling. Not that she’d ever actually smuggled before, but hey, maybe it was in her blood?

That, and there weren’t many other options for her. Still, it sounded like a good time.

Making her way through Warehouse XIII, a ripple in the Force alerted her to a vaguely familiar presence. Furrowing her brow, she ran a hand through her red waves as she followed the existence like a string, unable to put a name or face to the feeling. Figuring that cloaking herself in dark robes or shutting her body up in armor would look suspicious, she opted to dress more like a woman of her race and opted for a tank top and a pair of short shorts, thick red hair loose and falling down her back. A blaster was strapped to her thigh and her Ranger’s shotgun at her back, a single saber hilt hidden in her boot should she need it. Okay, maybe she was having a little fun with this. Joza didn’t fancy herself a femme fatale, but she could charm guards and port officials with much less than a mind trick if needed.

Closing in on the mysterious presence nestled into a group of crates, Joza climbed up a stack of boxes and gazed down at the form of [member="Solan Charr"]. “Hey there, stranger.” She greeted, grinning at him as she peered over the lip of the crate. Scooting a little, she moved up to settle her chest against the top of the crate, folding her arms beneath her and resting her chin in them. “Where you headed to? Don’t tell me we’re about to be smuggling buddies.”

 

[Khia Varad]

Objective: Stare at Screaching Haran (Hell)!
Location: Hallways
#Post 2
[member="Queen Sovereign"] | [member="Tel Ordo"] | [member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Deneve Verd"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Saverok"]

Be a Cold day in Haran till some half visible specter scared her, or made her fire on those weak unarmed politicians in there.

[member="Tel Ordo"] wasn’t the only one shooting off rounds, assault rifle out, Seka her sister with SMG’s by her side all three guns blazing away, spent ammo casings piling up beside them. Why had the di'kut (idiot) guards taken the rest of the weaponry at the door, suspicious, like they were in on it. Only reason she’d kept this gun is because it had looked like she’d have decked the guy trying to take it off her, her sister by her side probably had. Politics.

[member="Saverok"] would find himself covered by two large female crusaders either side of him, not listening all that much to his call not to fire, at least unless it didn’t work, then just using knife, boot, fist or body part to beat the living hell out of anything that go too close. Neither of the woman had the force, so it wasn’t like they could shoot fireballs out of their ass!

"tsad laam" (Group up), "nari" (Move) She shouted over to anyone in the hallway to get back to where they were trying to cut their way out.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective: "Cademimu Run"
Location: Warehouse XIII, Cademimu
Allies: Smuggler Team
Count: 3/27


Solan's body had almost started moving towards the ships before freezing as he heard the words. For a few seconds the voice sounded familiar until he realized why and turned his head to look up at the woman. It was a bit of surprise to see her to tell the truth and his eyes betrayed that fact of his surprise in the few moments before he recovered himself. She was either here as part of one of her Mercenary escapades that she had talked about the last time that they met, had been a mandalorian and he didn't know that, or he was being followed by a red haired zeltron... ehh weirder things have happened to him in the past.

"Hey there Red. Sorry to disappoint you if you were looking for another campfire..." Her second set of words hit his ears and he blinked for a few seconds. Well it seemed they were here for the same job but that only eliminated one of the previous options he had determined about the reason for her being here. "It appears that we will be smuggling buddies after all Red, Infact the pilot said it was about time we headed out of here and off to the ships. Perhaps we can talk more there or even during the short walk to our seats?"

He watched her for a few seconds before turning his head once more and waving for her to come on as his hand went back to messing with the lighter. It was like a nervous tick how he was letting his hand glide over the lighter, shutting the top before flicking it back open and watching the flame as it began once more. The motion was a repetitive one and one he didin't fully realize he was doing. While he was excited, he was worried about what it was that they were basically becoming bait for.

In history there were horrific experiments having been done by the Empire and its successors. He knew that alot of them were probably never found or declassified and that fact scared him that what ever it is they were about to find was basically unknown. He would never voice these fears, not out of shame or embarassment, it was just something that his mind didn't consider. To him emotions were something he had to control and guard agaisnt as much as he could and until they were in open space, he was not going to let his empathy be unchecked and reach further than to those in the building. It was dangerous to leave himself unguarded but it was also a distraction to keep his empathy in check, a double edged sword that cut him more than he would like.

Either way his feet touched down on the ground that led to the ship, he would reach it soon and as soon as he did it would be a simple matter for him to find a seat near the others hired on for this escapade. The only one he knew though was [member="Joza Perl"] and while he wouldn't complain about that fact, he would have preferred knowing none of the people here. It would make accidents easier to handle as he would not feel responsible for the deaths of those he didn't know the name of.

His eyes caught the form of [member="Thresco"] as he passed through the threshold into the ship, curious about the man but ultimately losing track the man the moment he was through.

 

[Miss Blonde]

It never ceased to amaze, the stupidity of Mandalorians. Opening high caliber fire in a dark and enclosed space where you couldn't see your target was not only stupid, it was downright irresponsible. Rounds from the mini gun and SMGs hit walls, paintings, and one very scared receptionist who caught a slug in the gut. The woman screamed out in pain and hit the deck bleeding out rapidly. A few pained gasps escaped her lips and soon everything went quiet once the Mandalorian's had exhausted their ammo doing nothing to a building with blast doors as thicker than star destroyer hulls.

"Kill them all." The sophisticated imperial voice said calmly.

Then the howls and screams came forward once more and the flutter of heavy wings with them. The woman who was gut shot crawled her way up from her desk and looked over to the Mandalorians with a look of "why?" on her face. And that was the last thing they'd see from her before a large dark shadow swooped in and carried her off into the dark to end her.

And just like that random staff and Mandalorians throughout the lobby were being taken. One by one through the dark massive figures were ripping apart flesh and bone leaving organs and limbs scattered across the ground. The creatures whatever they were, were no longer on the defensive. They were on the outer reaches of the lobby and they were aiming to encircle the remaining Mandos that had stacked on a door Saverok was working on that lead deeper into the capital building.

"We're all going to die. He's here." The prime minister of the Yagai sat down in his conference chair and shooed his guards to the side.

"Listen to me Queen Sovereign and Verd, he won't stop until we're all dead. But I'm the one he wants, and I'm already dead. Your father won't get here before he kills me." The prime minister sighed and soon there was a loud bang at the conference door followed by an monstrous howl.

The Prime Minister looked over towards the door calmly and looked back over to the Mandalorians and his administration.

"There's a tunnel out of here, your friends in the lobby won't be able to cross several blast doors and shields. But you can still get out of here. Take my administration and keep them safe, if he takes me he'll more than likely stop chasing you and I won't let these monsters escape into the city." The Prime Minister had a grim look on his insect face before taking another deep breath.


[member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Keira Ticon"]