We will not leave you behind

[Valkren Calderon]

When Jason opened his eyes, he couldn't tell if he had been blinded, or the room was just too dark for his vision to get adjusted right away.

To his relief, his eyes adjusted, but the relief didn't stay long. When the darkness receded, the rooms true inhabitants were revealed. Three people in matching Silver Spacey jumpsuits much like the one Jason Clover wore himself.

All four of them were restrained to the chairs they sat in, unable to move any limb aside from the slight wiggle room that was given to prevent any severe lack of circulation. Clover brought his head around to take a glance at his comrades. To his immediate right, a much older human with a bushy beard that covered most of his lower face. The tag on his flight suit only read 'Harl.' The insignia below the name gave enough indication to know that Harl was the highest-ranking out of the rest of them.

To the right of Harl was a younger Mirilian, who seemed to just at the right age to have enlisted with the Silvers. His flight suit's rank insignia only further enforced his new position in the ranks of Silver Spacey. He looked terrified

'Jon' was all the tag said, but Jason already knew the two mens' names, it was the female Twi'lek that was sporting their uniform to the left of Clover that he hadn't caught the name of yet..That was because they weren't supposed to know it. During the flight team's initial path over Alaris Prime, they were instructed to make a pick up from one of the Special Tactics Units planet-side. That pick up happened to be the girl.

The black wall beyond the set of four revealed itself to be a door, as a human and a Gamorrean made their appearance through it and stood before the others. The Gamorrean held a slug-thrower in his fat hands, similar to some sort of rifle, but more crude in design. The human that entered first took a few glances at the group, before focusing his eyes narrowly to the Twi'lek beside Jason. With a quick lift of his finger toward her, he'd take a glance toward the Gamorrean.

"That one."

Before the Gamorrean could take a second step toward the bound female, Harl shouted out from behind his bushy beard, spitting out blood and mucus in the process as he attempted to lift himself from his bindings.

"No! Don't you karkin' take he-" He was cut short as a slug from the Gamorrean's weapon punctured his chest, sending himself and the chair onto its back on the cold floor. The round from the barrel of the weapon illuminated the room briefly, only quick enough for Jason to see the blood from his superior officer splatter onto himself and Jon.

Jon was screaming bloody murder at this point, a teardrop falling down his green skin as he looked to their superior now bleeding out on the floor. Jason was in shock, he couldn't look down at his fallen brother, as he knew exactly what he'd see. He didn't think it was worth it, seeing the man choke on his own blood. He brought his fixed gaze on his boots up to the scum that entered the room previously, only to see the larger alien dragging the Twi'lek girl out of the room by the back of her chair. The man that had entered with the over-sized pig was staring directly at Jason, eyes unwavering.

"You silvers should have known you'd be dead the second you landed in Nar Shaddaa."

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Location: Nar Shaddaa​

Assets: Unavailable​

Objective: Unavailable​

Valkren had been watching the same warehouse from his 'perch' for at least three hours now. His position on a walkway directly across and above from the building had given him a perfect vantage point to watch for any suspicious activity. But, that was just it, to anyone else it was just a simple warehouse with nothing suspicious about it what-so-ever.

"You sure this is the place?" The colonel spoke calmly into an earpiece as he tugged the hood of his cloak further over his head.

A voice familiar only to him and those in the rangers came through from the other side of the earpiece. Specialist Jim Lowder came through. The fellow special forces operative had been with Valkren during their process of being screened for a new program. His lack of team members participating in the ranger program had left him short-staffed, and without backup. Lowder was there though.

"Gotta' be. This is what my asset on Nar Shaddaa says about slavers. One of the best storage facilities for them..I think. You know when you were talking about getting away from the unit..Getting away from Kashyyyk..This isn't what I had in mind."

Valkren shook his head, moving off to the side to walk down the platform and into a crowd of pedestrians making their way in different directions.

"We're not here for R and R Johnny, we're here to save lives." He said this as he brushed past a pair of armored bounty hunters, his own armor plating underneath the cloak clanked into theirs.

"Yeah, yeah. I understand, Silver bird goes down..Slavers capture our people, we save the day. It's just like an op with the Raiders, right?"

Several days before their arrival to Nar Shaddaa, a distress call had been sent out from one of the many docking bays. It was a Silver signal. It had gone unnoticed due to the location being in a hostile docking bay, but not to the colonel.

"You're behind a damn computer, and I'm going into a compound full of goons alone. How is this like any mission we've been on together?" There was silence after this, as the specialist on the other side contemplated this question.

"Okay..You got me boss. Take the next left, you should be able to get a better view on the rear of the compound."

Valkren followed the lead of his overwatch, taking the next left in-between two market stalls to overlook the back of the compound, which seemed even more 'normal' of the other.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The signal had not gone unnoticed- not to everyone in the Silver Jedi. Preliat Mantis heard it. The Wolf, was also on Nar Shaddaa. He however, did not have a voice speaking into his ear. He had no backup. No fancy toys. No, the Wolf had two guns, a tomahawk, crushgaunts- and rage. Lots of that. Through pure thuggery and gooning around, Preliat had broken six bones in four people and gotten the information he needed. All of those people were now very, very dead, hanging from meathooks, or floating in pools of their own blood.

The rear of the compound was guarded by a single guard. Preliat had him pinned against the wall- the Zabrak was squirming. Preliat was a brute, almost a foot taller than him, and with- by Preliat's estimation- sixty pounds less than Preliat. The disruptor was knocked aside.

Amber eyes with nothing but pure hate looked into the horned crook's eyes. He was scared. He was afraid to die. He was a weak man, bullying those who could defend themselves against a pistol. Preliat was a warrior- a soldier. He had an honorable code- the Resol'nare. It guided him. Shaped who he was. And right now- it was telling him to kill him. But he needed the code.

"Give me the code and I won't break every bone in your body."

The Zabrak could tell by his accent that he was a Mandalorian. He was terrified beyond belief. Preliat didn't push his body against the wall- he pushed him another foot upwards. The Zabrak started squealing out a sequence of numbers. Nine-seven-eight-twelve. Easy enough to remember. Preliat turned his head to the keypad- but stopped. He felt eyes upon him. Far across the street. He was clad in fatigues and and wearing facepaint- eyes blackened, shadowed in the right places to make him blend in with the darkness.

He snapped his neck with a quick squeeze of his crushgaunt-adorned hand. The Zabrak dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Preliat turned his body to face the direction of where he felt he was being observed. And he saw the hood.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

"Is that-"

"Yeah..Preliat." Valkren shared the shock with his comrade after Valkren's view brought them to gaze on the familiar Mandalorian.

"What's the big guy doing all the way out here?"

"Guess we'll just have to find out, huh?" With this, Valkren propelled himself through the open gap that he was surveying through, using the thrusters on his much lighter-kitted armor to soften his impact with the ground. As the 'thrusters' blasted once, the cloak would shift, revealing the black camouflaged plating of the Ranger for only an instance before he came to a sudden roll on the ground. After finding his position back on his feet, he'd rise and pull the hood back from his head, revealing his hopefully familiar face to the warrior before approaching.

Beneath his cloak was an arsenal of weaponry, aside from his Katarn plating, which had been stripped of some of its more heavy parts to provide for easier mobility for the action, a LPD blaster rifle was strung across his chest, along with two handguns strapped to both thighs. Collapsed on his back was a ranger vibroblade, specifically designed for the Antarian Rangers as their 'last resort' weapon.

Yet, Valkren had taken a liking to it as of recently when involved in some close quarters combat. Although, he had to admit that their hands were about as vital as weapons came, as Preliat obviously knew.

Valk' gave a quick glance to the lifeless body beside the towering figure. He didn't think twice about it, the lives of these hired goons short more often than not, as his previous time in Nar Shaddaa told him well.

"What brings the Wolf to these parts?" Calderon questioned, obviously seen by this point in his approach. The operative sidestepped a light shining from a neon sign nearby, remaining in the shadows so eyes above couldn't see them.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]