Populate Western Skies | CIS Populate of Abrion Major Ft. The Enclave

[The Quartermaster]

A B R I O N
M A J O R

Steel made kingdoms. Food kept those kingdoms alive.

Since the Enclave's victory over the Praetorite Remnant at the Battle of Tor Valum, reconstruction had begun in earnest on the ancient Mandalorian city. The Quartermaster dreamed of a citadel to rival New Keldabe or Sundari, a city where Mandalorians could once more flourish as they had in days of old. But currently it was no more than a battle-scarred ruin of a city, inhabited by temporary shelters and shabbily-reconstructed buildings, surrounded by abandoned spires and neglected skyscrapers.

New obstructions seemed to crop up every day. But as of late, a problem had become more and more persistent, an issue that sounded laughably simple when said out loud: simply enough, the Enclave was running out of foodstuff to feed its growing population. Roon had been a fertile enough world that farms had been able to be started, and the small and exceptionally transient population of the Enclave meant that feeding those that lived there had been relatively easily. But as other Mandalorian organizations had collapsed, their civilian population had fled to the safeharbor that the Enclave provided. And as more moved to Kestri, it was plain to see that the frozen world lacked whatever sort of infrastructure that had allowed Clan Kyron to survive off the planet. Roon's farms were keeping bellies full, but only barely.

For most of its existence, the Enclave had practiced the ideology of isolation. Outside of its professional relationship with the Confederacy, the Enclave had safeguarded its locations and information rom the outside galaxy. It had been a policy born out of the same events that had lead to its creation, hiding from a massive Sith Empire that had sought to stamp out any remnants of Mandalorian culture. But the Sith Empire was gone, and perhaps it was time that Mandalorians slowly be reintroduced to the galaxy.

To that extent, the Quartermaster had finally relented and reached out to the nearby agriworld of Abrion Major, a world on the fringe of Confederacy space. Abrion's produce could easily feed the Enclave with little effort, and its proximity to both Roon and Kestri made it a good option. The only problem was bartering: the Enclave had precious few resources, and its most valuable, Beskar, wouldn't be parted with for anything in the galaxy. But, luckily enough, Abrion had a problem that the Enclave could solve.

A particular gang of pirates had been troubling Abrion Major for some time now, a gang that the Enclave was not unfamiliar with; the Gurista Angels, a syndicate with a hand in nearly any criminal operation there could be. Enclave Karjr had fought elements of the gang on several occasions, and now they were here. But this storm cloud had a silver lining: Abrion Major agreed to negotiate a heavily-reduced price for their foodstuff if the Enclave would rid the system of the Guristas. If Abrion Major would scratch the Enclave's back, then the Enclave would have to scratch theirs.

A quid pro quo, so to say.

Spoiler: Tag List

@Adi’ka Awuad
Akshae Dragr
Aloy Vizsla
Aria Nox
Aro Vizsla
Aselia Verd
@Atheus
Caeos Prahl
Cerar Vizsla
Corvus Dravere
Darsch Vizsla
Forjund Australis
Gaia Sunaris Cadera
@Jan Kryze
@Jerrick Shado
Jett Vox
Jiriad Galaar
Kaden Farr
Kale Onara
Reynon Gallant
Kandosii Ka'rta
Kar Bakar
Karsan Munin
Kaz Vizsla
Kelisea Dragr
Kes Stag
@Khyr Beviin
Kranak Vizsla
Kytana Horizonis
Lana Cuyan
LaoTzu
Leea Pandac
Leenic Ellsil
Minerva Fhirdiad
Mig Gred
Miria Tanau
Nix Avyena
Nova Dragr
Obran
Oya Skirata
Radon Krayt
Rav Bralor
Reeve Bralor
Rito Hust
Rixa Numeck
Scald
Sera Sen
Seris Vant
Siv Dragr
Stardust Solus Skirae
Tahlah Vizsla
Talohn Atar
Talon Aegis
Tan'yill Vizsla
Hastor Trosk
Thaine Mereel
Thom Betna
Thonn Rokkal
Tihaar
Tristan Ortega
Tyran Numeck
Uriel Kahn
Ursula Vizla
Vaux Gred
Vren Rook
Wen Tzu
Xero Lang
Zephyr Krayt
Zurin

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[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

Objective: Stamp out Gurista Elements
Tag: OPEN

Abrion Major's reflected brightly off of Siv's beskar helmet as his swoop biked soared over the endless plains of the agriworld. The repulsorlift made a deep throaty hum as it travelled, increasing in intensity whenever a sudden drop would leave Siv and the bike soaring through the air for a few seconds before the old machine adjusted.

Stalks of grain extended as far as the eye could see, moisture vaporators and the occasional farm tender droid being the only signs of civilization. His HUD was set on a passive scan -- if any lifeforms came into its range, Siv would know immediately. He was lucky to have that, given that the lifeforms would most likely be hostile.

This hadn't been the first time he'd fought elements of the Gurista Angel syndicate. Last he'd enoucntered them, it had been to foil a heist on the massive ancient trade station named the Wheel, an operation he'd taken part of with several other Mandalorian Karjr. The fighting had been tough, but the pay had been enough to compensate for the effort. He could only hope that the case would be the same. The galaxy seemed to be imploding on itself, and the cost of basic necessities such as fuel was on a sharp rise. Profits from jobs he took were shrinking as more and more credits went towards maintenance and upkeep.

But economics would have to weight. A large roar overhead announced the presence of a starship entering the atmosphere, and from the dirty exhaust and ramshackle hull, Siv could only guess that is was the Guristas as the corvette-sized ship flew on towards the horizon and the depot that Siv was angling for. He leaned forward and accelerated the bike, chasing the ship and the setting sun.
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[Jhira Mereel]

Jhira Mereel understood fear. She understood it well enough not to have brought her ship, the Echoy’la Sun, down onto this beautiful, agricultural world in the Outer Rim. The sun brushed the back of her helmet with a pleasant warmth, while a crisp breeze swirled about, cooling her. Her internal atmospheric regulators hadn’t even switched on, despite the fact that she had been waiting patiently in unregulated wilderness for over an hour. Or if not wilderness by local standards, she was still outside of any dome or climate controlled buildings. All around her, verdant crops waved in the soft breeze, a luxury and wealth that those of this world still didn’t fully comprehend, Jhira suspected.

Too many worlds had gone down in ruins … how else had she come across a cargo of slightly-used Moisture Vaporators and battle damaged Harvesters?

But apparently they were getting the message. The little Co-Op she was dealing with had been torn between wanting an armed freighter to ensure their trade goods made it, and not allowing any armed vessel they near their farms. Which was why Jhira was here, standing in the center of this lovely farmland, tying to coax the nervous farmers into trusting her enough to let her shuttles off-load her cargo.

And so she waited, patiently, for either the villains, the mercenaries, or the farmers to appear. It was even odds who she’d meet first, or if she could tell the difference before the blasters started firing.

A streak of smog and oil marred the perfection of the sky, as a sorry looking Corvette pierced the atmosphere and headed towards a small building north-west of her.

North of her farmers, and her contract …

Not her business. Not her problem.

So why had she pivoted to face the horizon?

Still debating the wisdom of investing the Cruiser on her own versus terrifying her clients and loosing her paycheck by bringing in her ship, the scream of a well-tuned and superbly piloted swoop bike swept over her.

She hit magnification on her visor, and was rewarded with the sight of gleaming Beskar, though the warrior was moving too swiftly for her to make out sigils or clan markings.

And that up her mind for her. She couldn’t stand aside and let her brother face a cruiser alone. Although crisp orders would bring her ship in from outer orbit eventually, she wasn’t at all sure it would be in time. Calculating flight paths and angles in her head, she picked an interception point and her Rising Phoenix roared to life. Soaring through the air, she keyed through her COMM channels trying to pick up any chatter. Broadcasting in the clear seemed more likely to get people killed, than to help, so she focused upon closing the distance between herself and the Swoop Bike.

If he maintained his velocity, she’d form up his left side, and try for a secure COMM channel.

COM to SWOOPBIKE: ⌁ What’s the plan, Vod? ⌁

Siv Dragr The Quartermaster

 

[Kale Onara]

It never seems to end... Kale Onara thought to himself as he read the urgent dispatch. He'd been in space running missions for the Enclave in the Unknown Reaches for six months straight and was going to need a break, both for his ship's sake and his own. However, with their farming assets on Roon getting close to their breaking points when it came to being able to feed everyone, the bottom line was that the Enclave needed a new source of foodstuffs. So when this mission to Abrion Major came up, he immediately pounced on it.

Besides, it was basically using this Gurista Angel syndicate for target practice and that had him grinning. It had been quite some time since Kale had been hunting and now he was looking forward to shaking off any rust he might've had on his combat skills. Kale had been studying up on the Gurista Angels while in hyperspace. It was good to know that the Enclave had tangled with this particular group before so he got a basic idea of who he was up against.

When his ship the Beskar'Kal or "Iron Sword" in Galactic Basic reverted from hyperspace near Abrion Major, Kale did a quick scan and didn't find any particular threats nearby. The scans did show that the planet had spread out farmlands but no real spaceport so he decided to bring his ship down in a place that had no real population nearby.

Once his ship set down, Kale got his modified 74z speederbike out of his ship's cargo bay. He also his weapons and supply pack out and attached them to his bike. He had enough supplies for a week; two if he rationed. Once he was clear he opened his commlink to his R5 unit, lovingly named Rascal because the droid was such a pain in the sheb'ika but in the end the droid always came through in a pinch for him which was why he kept that piece of scrap around, "Alright Rascal. Lift off and head for orbit. Stay out of trouble and try not to get detected if you can help it. I'll ping you once a day if I can." Rascal gave his acknowledgement as well as a sarcastic ping which translated to something to the equivalent of telling Kale where he could shove his daily pings.

Yeah and the Bantha you rode in on you little shabuir... Kale thought with a small grin. Once the ship had lifted off, Kale took a quick scan before hoping on to his bike heading for a cluster of farms that were about 30 kilometers away. He also began putting out an encrypted ping to see if any of his fellow vod had arrived as well.

TAG: OPEN

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Battle and eating both appealed to him; but really, he just needed the chance of the former to motivate his enlistment for the task. With excitement for the battle ahead, he loaded up his gear onto his swoop bike and deployed out

But before he could fight them, he’d have to find them. That was the boring part; the given location was simply this planet. Right here, beneath the swoop bike that hummed beneath him as he made his way swiftly over the plains. These Gurista Angels were supposed to be eiter here, or they were supposed to be arriving soon; either way, his scan on his hud didn’t spot a thing this entire time.

In his great rush to take on the task, he hadn’t realized there’d be a search first until he was well underway. He couldn’t even guess how much longer this was going to be. How he hated scouting duty; always the dull part of any operation. Still he did his part and kept up his search through passive scans and by travel across the sweeping plains of the planet, but he didn’t like it.

It was with an excited turn of his head that he too noticed the dim roar of engines off in the distance. Relieved that the search had finally come to an end, Thonn sped off towards the distant ship. As he closed distance he caught sight of another swoop speeding along the surface in pursuit, and then another soon after. Both wore beskar and arrived for the same purpose; it looked like this party could start soon.

With two other allies and their quarry unaware, the boring times transitioned into exciting. Looking for stuff wasn’t fun; but getting the jump on the enemy sure was.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

Objective: Stamp out Gurista Elements
Tag: Jhira Mereel | Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal

It wasn't long before the scanners in Siv's helmet picked up another object entering the atmosphere, but this was way smaller than the pirate ship that had roared past. It wasn't until it came into view that Siv realized it wasn't an object, but actually a person; and that person was a Mandalorian. The fellow Mandalorian drew in closer until she was flying alongside Siv's left side, being propelled by an exceptionally powerful jetpack. There was a brief crackle in his headset before presumably the Mandalorian's voice came in over the comm. "What's the plan, Vod?" she asked.

Siv was about to respond with a Who are you? when the exhaust of another speeder bike, behind him and to his right, made him turn his head. It was too far to see who it was unassisted, but his helmet's heads-up display was able to zoom in to see it was. Sure enough, another Mandalorian. At least he wouldn't be taking on the pirates alone, he thought to himself.

"Gonna ride till we get to the perimeter of the depot that the pirate cruiser is headed towards," Siv finally replied as he turned back to face the horizon. "Park our 'bikes, proceed on foot. Chances are we're outnumbered, so I want to leave the element of surprise on our side." He revved the bike, accelerating. "Then we make the kill. The name's Siv Dragr, by the way."
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[Jhira Mereel]

Tag: Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal | Siv Dragr

The farmlands stretched on and on beneath Jhira, acre after acre of free oxygen and ready food dappled across rolling hills. It was dismaying, in a way, to consider that the galaxy had come to a point where food was a valuable enough commodity to steal in its own right, as opposed to simply being looted while the bandits went after a higher-paying target.

The swoop-bike she was pacing didn’t slow, or swerve from its path, even as a second swoop-bike and a 74z speederbike maneuvered to join their small formation. Something soared inside Jhira at the notion of going into battle beside her Vode. As always, fear accompanied the exhilaration.

Jhira listened intently as a competent and clever plan to avoid alerting the raiders was outlined.

⌁Wilco, ⌁ she replied, content with that. The bike sped up again, and a further query followed. No, she thought. Don’t tell me your name. But the name was already lodged in her mind and heart, awaiting the inevitable mourning. It was hard to offer her name in return, just then. But necessary; Siv had to be able to give her orders in battle. Even through the distortion of the helmet COMMs, the soft lilt of the outer rim and the cadence of her Mando’a-colored Basic would reach Siv and any others in range.

⌁ I’m Jhira Mereel. Thank you for the honor of allowing me to fight beside you. ⌁ A pain-etched honor and vanishingly rare, these days, but one she’d cherish all the more for the price of it. She had rarely encountered any Mandos at all since the scourge. And now three? Here? On this quiet world? Her sensors showed that the warrior upon the 74z speeder bike had come loaded for bear, fully kitted out. The other swoop bike rider was just as well prepared for whatever they might find here. Everything looked well used and familiar; these did not appear to be rookies, but well blooded veterans.

A faint amusement danced through the COMMs. ⌁ Though it appears less and less as though you require my assistance.⌁ A readiness check of her wrist rockets, jetpack missile, and grenade count assured her that she wouldn’t shame Clan Awaud in the coming fight.

 

[Kale Onara]

Kale had altered his course to intercept the return ping he received while en-route to the nearby farms. When he got into active scanner range, he picked up three other pings. When he got into visual range he identified the three a fellow vod. He identified Siv Dragr immediately but he wasn't quite as familiar with the other two. He looped around as they passed by and he entered formation with them, "Greetings vod." He stated to all three but he gave a Mandalorian salute to Siv in particular. "Kale Onara at your service." He said to the other two. "I take it that we are all on the same hunt looking for the prey known as the Gurista Angels?" He asked.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Vaux took a breath as the Tal'galaar slipped below the clouds. She slowed over her allies, having a plan for what she was going to do. In the launch tubes were ion missile and new toy Ares cooked up. A set of phosphorus smoke warheads. She looked back to her droid before tapping the comms, quickly getting in touch with everyone else.

"Alright vod. I'll be playing overwatch for you lot, and make it a little harder for them to see.... Assuming these new smokers work that way Ares says they should. I'll also keep any pirates from leaving. They try to take off, they'll have to deal with ion warheads. And if I need to get to the ground... VK can fly the Tal'galaar. Just keep me in the loop so I don't fire on you guys, ok?" And with that, Vaux would drop to the deck, flying low and fast to keep off of scanners. This was nothing new for her.

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

The steady hum of his speeder increased in pitch as it soared over the fields, just high enough to leave the grain stalks beneath undisturbed. It wasn’t long before he closed in with the others, receiving plans and introductions from Siv Dragr with a nod of is head.

“Sounds like a solid plan; and name's Thonn Rokkal. Good to be with you two.” Thonn gave his response. They were outnumbered, but he was with two of his brethren so far; Kale Onara’s arrival would make that three.

“Taking them down’s exactly why I’m here.” Thonn affirmed back to Kale, giving a look back as he did. His face hidden behind his expressionless helmet, he gave a brief look of camaraderie before returning his attention forward and riding in formation with all.

“We’re in pursuit – I don’t think they know we’re here yet.” He relayed what They saw something and figured they wanted it dead, so they were chasing after it. Prey seemed a particularly accurate word for the Gurista.

The pursuit was always so much more fun than the search.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

Objective: Eliminate Gurista Elements
Tag: Jhira Mereel | Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal | Vaux Gred

Jhira Mereel. The Clan that the warrior hailed from was ancient, historied, and legendary among Mandalorians. And particularly, there were so few left; Siv himself had never met a Mereel before. It would be interesting to see what type of warrior, no, person, this Jhira was. "We'll need your blaster sure enough," Siv replied grimly as he checked the rangefinder on his vizor. They were nearing their destination, and fast. "That cruiser isn't the only ship the Gurista brought, and its enough to transport a hundred men alone if it wanted to."

Another voice crackled into the comm channel, this one much more familiar than before. "Glad to see you here, Onara," Siv replied in a gruff but familiar manner. He'd fought with the young warrior, and knew that Kale was a capable fighter and would be a good blaster to have by his side. A fourth voice sounded, this time that of Vaux Gred, famous Mandalorian fighter pilot. "Vaux," Siv replied, "We'll need to know how many starships the Gurista brought. Probably a good idea to make sure that cruiser stays grounded, permanently if you can."

He nodded in agreement to Thonn's statement; hopefully, the Gurista had no idea they were here, though that would change soon enough. As they neared the low ridge, Siv banked sideways on the swoop bike, coming to an abrupt stop as the repulsorlifts spun up a cloud of dirt. The engine near overheated, Siv quickly jumped off and clambered to the top of the ridge, raising two fingers to the side of his helmet to activate the rangefinder as he waited for the rest of the Vod to join them. Peering over the ridge just high enough to see the depot below without revealing himself, he surveyed the land.

The depot consisted of one massive hangar, that most likely served as a storage room as well. Its formerly-bright durasteel exterior was weathered by years of the sun, dust turning the metallic silver into a faded light beige. There were several smaller buildings scattered around the main hangar, and to the right was a massive flattened strip where the Gurista cruiser sat parked, accompanied by several smaller pirate starfighters. There seemed to be Gurista guards posted everywhere, patrolling the perimeters, the parked ships. . . it wouldn't be easy sneaking in. Unless they could make a diversion. "Vaux, you copy?" Siv said in a hushed tone to his comm. "I need you to light up that airstrip. Cause a distraction so we can slip in past their perimeter." He turned to the Mandalorians beside him. "Once that happens, we head straight for the main hangar. Any guard notices us, take them out, but do it quietly. I'd rather they not know we're here until its too late for them."
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[Jhira Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: CIS SPACE
LOCATION: A local depot, Albrion Major
Objective: Kill Pirates (Eliminate Gurista Elements)
TAGS: [OPEN] [ Siv Dragr ]

Jhira echoed every movement of the squad leader, slowly relaxing into the concept of having a full squad of fully trained, veteran Warriors with her. Sun-and-shadow flashed past in alternating gasps, as they avoided overhanging trees and the occasional large farming implement.

[ Kale Onara ] The pilot of the 74z speederbike saluted their squad leader as he expertly matched velocities. Kale Onara. Another Vod to raise a glass to, later. Or maybe even with! Jhira’s confidence in this squad, never low to begin with, soared to new heights. The question Kale presented both answered some of her own and raised a few new ones. Who were these warriors? Had it been a general call amongst scattered Clans, then, with no one sure who would show up? A fierce delight tore through her, that somewhere, somehow, enough of their people had banned together to answer such a call. Were the rumors of a secret redoubt true? If the locals had thought that because she was Mandalorian, she had to be part of that rallying cry, it might explain some of the odd turns her last attempt to talk to them had taken. Giving a chance for everyone else to answer, it took a moment for Jhira to realize that his enquiry might well have been directed rather specifically at her, apparently being the only unknown quantity. ⌁ Affirmative, Vode. ⌁ she replied easily, letting them all know she was with them.

[ Vaux Gred ] Jhira looked up, enjoying the sound and sight of air support. A beautiful GF-2B Super Twin Tail drifted down over them. Whoever was at the controls of that Fighter was both light on the throttle and had a lot of courage. So far from the Echoy’la Sun, Jhira was left with only her Jet Pack and HUD sensors to analyze the craft, but it didn’t take more than a good set of eyes and a knowledge of aerodynamics to see how that unslung Ion Cannon would affect maneuverability. A beautiful ship, carefully created in a real ship yard … Jhira deftly dodged a small tree, then took one more long, admiring look. And … it sounded like that pilot was Jhira’s style of crazy, carrying experimental new weapons into battle. The Captain couldn’t help but feel a sense of kinship and affection for the pilot - and a surge of sympathy for their Squad Leader, Siv. Considering the request to be kept in the loop, Jhira thought for a moment, sent a few silent signals through her Motion Interface System to her NavAssit. ⌁ If your STT can keep a dedicated, encrypted COMM channel open to me, I should be able to loop my onboard Nav assist into that channel, and allow you to keep me on your HUD. Someone skilled with electronics might be able to tie everyone in.” ⌁

It certainly wouldn’t be Jhira, doing any on-the-fly programing. Or any programing.

And then that lovely, unbalanced, unwieldy star-fighter dropped right down to the deck, well below a standard radar envelope, and skimmed over the delicate, valuable farmland with ease.

⌁ Good hunting, Overwatch. ⌁

[ Thonn Rokkal ] The second Swoop Bike closed up, engine roar a low, perfectly pitched hum beneath the quietly violent rumble of Jhira’s Jet Pack. Thonn Rokkal. Jhira would remember. He glanced back at Kale, somehow including all of them in that motion.

Vode an.

The information he offered was valuable; calmly and professionally delivered. Yet Jhira could almost feel his hunger for the coming hunt, and felt a rise in her own anticipation. She didn’t feel that anymore words were necessary, between them.

[ Siv Dragr ] The knowledge that these pirates had more than one ship drew a moment of deep thought from Jhira. Always a strategically minded fighter, the Captain had to catch herself and let it go. Not her command, not her job. Siv knew both allies and enemies better than she did. But still, her favorite way for a single heavy infantry squad to deal with multiple ships was to take one. She bit her lip.

Hard. But Siv’s steady stream of solid, good orders get coming. And Jhira had no doubt the Overwatch was thrilled to blow something up.

A cloud of dust from Siv’s sudden stop obscured normal vision for a few seconds, but Jhira landed with precision right beside his rapidly-cooling bike using instruments only. Crouching, she followed him forward, going to one knee before she could be seen from below. Only her range finder was visible above the ridge, but it was enough to allow her Nav system to learn the layout, and if the COMMs were open, she’d relay what her system mapped to the others.

Siv’s instructions to Vaux (ah, the Overwatch pilot!) made Jhira grin. Blowing up an enemy craft was a very satisfactory answer, too.

Jhira dropped her jet pack to strand-by power, and increased the load sent to her Lyra Gravity Belt to at least allow for some extra maneuverability. She checked the release on her bandolier of grenades. The stun grenade was certainly quiet enough to be used while a ship was exploding. Calm, focused, Jhira unslung her antique DC-15A Blaster Rifle. It was quieter on stun, she felt, than dual blasters on the same setting.

Utterly focused, with the perfect patience of a predator, Jhira Mereel waited for fire and death to be unleashed upon their enemies.

 

[Ket Cros]

Ket had taken a different route than the other hunters. A couple of hours before, an express order had come down from on high that they were to assist the Enclave of Roon in destroying a local pirate gang on the world of Albion Minor without any more information than that. The world was an agriculture giant and Ket guessed that it was helping feed Roon's population in exchange for booting these pirates off their world but what did he know? He was just an operator going to do a mission. The job was posted to begin at a certain time so the former child of the deathwatch decided to come in under the radar a couple of hours early and have a short hike in. By the time the other hunters had met one another, he was on the top end of the camp to the left of the ridge where they would make their entrance.

As night fell around him, he hid on the edge of a wooded ridge that extended from the right side of the ridge over to the back of the base, nearly invisible with his dark purple color scheme. The whole runway was lit up in front of him with the cruiser and its escort fighters to his right and the hangers to the left. It truly was an appetizing target and as he looked at his chrono, it was nearly time to take it. It was then he noticed the speeder bikes as he looked through his binoculars, the others the company had said the enclave would send to help him complete the job. And since they were stopped there, looking over that ridge like a bunch of spying Bothans rather than Mandalorians, he guessed that they needed a distraction. Well that he could give them. He quickly aimed with his Miniaturized Missile Launcher in his right arm, loading up an anti-personnel missile and shooting into an unarmored fuel tank of a fuel hovertruck that sat near one of the fighters who needed refueling after just coming back from patrol. The massive explosion from both the truck and the fighter, plus that gulf of flames that showed through the vizor of his helmet sure did warm his heart. He quickly sheathed the launcher and freed up his Flechette launcher from his shoulder to his two hands. Looking through the scope at the pirates as they blamed one another for the explosion and tried to put out the flames, he wished the others the best of luck on their missions. Either way, their guardian angel would always be there for them, no matter the price.

Spoiler

Armor:

• 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
• Shoulder mounts:
  • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Back mounts:
  • 2x A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
• Left Vambrace:
  • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
  • PC-05V Plasma Caster
  • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
• Right Vambrace:
  • Shatter Beam
  • Wide-beam Sonic Stunner
  • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
    • 2x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
    • 2x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket

[*]FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
[*]DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
[*]TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
[*]Wide-beam Sonic Stunner
[*]/

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

“Got no shortage of blaster bolts for them – when the time comes.” Thonn replied. Siv Dragr’s observation wasn wise; they were going to have to move quick, and they were going to have to evade notice; for the time being, at least. A good plan, and they needed to make the most important strike quickly. They had to keep the Gurista out of the skies, success hinged on it.

He had his blaster cannon strapped to his back. He'd likely need it soon, but that weapon was far better suited for personel than starships; the latter of which would make dealing with the former far more difficult.

He listened to Jhira's words with a nod. It all made sense, at least the content of the statement. What she wanted to do was clear, and so were the conditions she would require. But how to meet then was completely bryond poor Thonn. Programming was not his strong suit, not by a lomg shot. That sorta stuff required more patience and attention than Thonn posessed to learn.

“I think my STT can do that. Not sure how to make it work myself though.” He admitted with a touch of sheepishness. It shouod work by the sounds of it, if they had someone with enough know-how; but such a person was not Thonn. If not, he was prepared to simply make do. They had approached their target, and time for preparation was soon turning into time for action.

The signal would arrive soon in the form of a sudden explosion, turning the scene they observed into violent destruction in an instant. Confusion and destruction had been sown by the missile launched from the ridge by an unseen ally. Yet more support, though Thonn couldn't know who provided it. There was neither time nor need to confirm, the oppertunity to move forward had just been granted to them, and it would have to be promptly seized.

The chase and pursuit were done with. Now, the time of action was upon him.

 

[Talohn Atar]

Suddenly, a catharese (Russian) accented voice speaks over the comms. Even those who had not yet met him could guess who it was. Talohn Atar was the only catharese mando in the enclave, making his accent pretty distinct and identifiable. "I'll be joining you shortly, I have some friends. Should make short work of these scum."

Talohn's ship, The Crimson Wolf, was landed quite far off from the depot. It had landed an hour or so ago, giving the crew aboard time to get ready for the operation. It wasn't long after he sent out the comm message that the hangar on his ship opens up, a ramp expanding outwards onto the ground. Within the hangar were four 74-Z speeder bikes. Plain, simple. Talohn was still working on getting something cooler, but these would do the job for now. Talohn himself was already sitting atop his own, decked out in his favorite armor. On his left thigh, he had the ever well cared for I'zêorra stjolkk slugthrower, loaded with his preferred 14mm rounds. Slung over his shoulder is the TDW H.A.R.M in squad configuration, a drum mag customization meant for dealing with groups of enemies. Finally, the simple blue lightsaber was on his belt.

Madlad was waiting, leaning on it's chosen speeder. The droid had armed itself with an interesting loadout today, but it served a purpose. Madlad was going to be a distraction. A terrifying, monstrous distraction. Slung over it's shoulder is the most eye catching item in it's weapon collection, a Beskar Guitar. What it would be used for could only be dreamt of in a realm of madness. Luckily, Madlad was quite experienced in such things. Even more concerning, about ten large speakers were strapped to Madlad's speeder. Along with that, the droid had an HP-001 holstered at it's side for a sidearm, and an E-17 carbine slung over it's shoulder. "This plan. It is utterly ridiculous. Too ridiculous to pass up doing, honestly." It states with a cackle.

Talohn seems quite amused, a chuckle able to be heard under his helmet. "Yeah, this'll be quite a surprise. We may be a bit late though." As of currently, they were waiting for the two others he brought with to finish gearing up and get on their speeders. Once they arrived, they would blast off into the fields towards their desired position. Operation mood music would be a go. Though, this would be the first time Leea met Zlova. He hoped that would go alright.

Zlova Rue Leea Pandac Thonn Rokkal Ket Cros Jhira Mereel Siv Dragr Kale Onara Vaux Gred The Quartermaster

 

[Zlova Rue]

"I'm extremely disappointed, Talohn," the Lethan Twi'lek's voice called out as she strode into the hanger. "I don't care how sacrilegious it is, I should have a beskar bikini when crushing insects beneath my heels." Though Zlova did wear the body-snug leather armor outfit the Cathar had spent countless hours tweaking and adjusting. It didn't allow her to show off the countless tattoos or enough skin, but it was light and flexible. It was certain to dull the impact of strong foes while still allowing her to feel the blow. One should never be too impervious to harm after all.

Zlova swiftly threw a leg over her speeder to settle in while the group prepared to set out for some festivities. The twin, curved hilts of her sabers were all the weaponry the red Sith needed. A fact that drew her golden gaze to regard Madlad's "loadout." Her eye slowly panned over the speeder, the gear, and then to the droid itself from where she straddled her mount.

Needlessly and scandalous attire made out of beskar was 'inappropriate' of such a revered substance, but building a guitar out of it was acceptable. One that fed into a sonic weapon of some kind, she presumed. Didn't seem fair a droid got toys made out of the metal, while the blood-thirsty lioness riding along with Talohn did not.

Not that Zlova cared. Maybe a little. After all, it would be absolutely thrilling to arrive in a beskar bikini to watch Mandalorian helmets everywhere explode before at least some of them tried killing her over the matter. Right? Well, a Sith could dream. What was life if you didn't live?

Zlova turned to regard the fourth person in the party then. There was no need to spend time making sure Talohn was ready, the man knew how to do his job. She'd admire his tight ass when he was running around killing pirates. This young Mirialan he'd acquired, on the other hand, seemed... weak. Thin. Frail. One that might evaporate if you blew too hard in her general direction. The opposite of Zlova's self image. There must have been some purpose to bringing someone like her into the field of battle, however. Experience? Encouragement? Sacrificial lamb? The latter being unlikely. Talohn was many things, but needlessly cruel wasn't one of them.

No one was perfect.

"Zlova Rue. Zlova if you love me. Rue if you hate me -- or whatever pet name you can think of. Let's talk later." If Leea survived. Something for the Mirialan to look forward to! Or dread. Zlova, however, was content to put her helmet on so they could get underway. Kill now, chat later.

Tag: Talohn Atar | Leea Pandac | Thonn Rokkal | Ket Cros | Jhira Mereel | Siv Dragr | Kale Onara | Vaux Gred | The Quartermaster

 

[Kale Onara]

Kale listened to his fellow vod as he watched the depot. He nodded to both Thonn and Jhira. He grinned under his helmet when he looked at Thonn. It was always fun watching Heavy Infantry does their thing. He was also interested to see what exactly Jhira brought to the table besides enthusiasm for the upcoming fight.

Kale heard Siv call for a run on the air strip as a distraction but his scanners screamed a missile warning. Kale's head snapped in that direction as his HUD tracked the missile. "Missile fired!" He alerted the others. The trajectory showed it going for a fuel truck in the depot. Needless to say, that was quite the fireworks display. Kale quickly mounted his speeder bike and lit up the engine, "Well not quite the distraction you ordered up Siv but it looks like it did the job. If we want to make use of that distraction, we need to move now." He said as he connected his helmet HUD to his bike's weapons systems. He also activated his comm to reply Talohn Atar, "Get here quick vod or you going to miss the fun." he said as the battle began.

 

[Leea Pandac]

"If anybody tries to break in, or takes shots at the ship, hit this switch. I've set the emergency broadcast for our frequency. We'll come back as quickly as possible." Leea pointed to the remote signal beacon control on the console of the cockpit, making sure that Monari was paying attention. "I don't know how long we'll be gone, but I may need you to feed the 'cough' eel if we are out until sunset. You got it?" After the little child gave a rather emphatic affirmative, the Mirialan gave her farewell and began the final preparations for joining the crew on this little expedition.

Leea snatched her rifle from its resting place on a worktable, freshly cleaned and resurfaced. She made sure to pick up some of the larger rounds for use in the under-barrel mortar, not entirely certain what sort of fighting to expect. Pirates were, in her experience, an unpredictable lot in battle. Prone to using unconventional tactics, although they may be nonetheless quite effective. They would need to be prepared for all manner of madness. Slipping the rounds into her tight field pack, Leea stepped down a final stairway and picked up her pace to a jog as she came into the hangar.

She gave a thumbs-up to Talohn, "Monari is all set. We're good to go." The pilot smiled, somewhat uncertain about this red Twi'lek, she never could recall what they tended to call themselves on Ryloth, something with a Leth. Nonetheless, she was someone important to Talohn and that was enough for Leea, assuming that she didn't turn out to be some homicidal maniac. That role was already taken by the droid of the group.

Running a hand over the control panel of the speeder, she mounted the bike in a single fluid motion. Settled into the saddle, Leea responded to Zlova introduction with a curt nod, adding, "Pandac. Look forward to it." She had no idea how to continue, although she assumed that this person could hold herself in a fight. She latched her own helm into place and gave a tug at the chin strap to loosen it just a bit.

Alright, ship, Monari, eel, firecracker; all set. Rifle, check. Hold-out, check. The trained hands instinctively felt for the knife in her belt, a last resort for the worst of times. Hope it won't come to that. Ammunition, check. Bike... check. The engine came to life with a whine as Leea prepared to kick off. She relaxed her arms as she bent forward to grasp the handlebar control units. Stone, check. She could feel the abrasive surface of the small gems hung on the necklace rubbing against her sternum area. A reminder, and a luck talisman, Leea felt safer just having it. Ready and raring, good hunting, and may the Force be with us... for what it's worth.

Talohn Atar Zlova Rue Thonn Rokkal Ket Cros Jhira Mereel Siv Dragr Kale Onara Vaux Gred The Quartermaster

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

Objective: Eliminate Gurista Elements
Tag: Jhira Mereel | Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal | Vaux Gred | @Ket Cross | Talohn Atar | Zlova Rue | Leea Pandac

The massive explosion that erupted from the air strip caught even Siv by surprise. He hadn't heard any sign of Vaux's starfighter, so hadn't been expecting the attack -- but here was his distraction, as requested, all the same. "Go, go, go!" He hissed in a low tone, waving with his blaster as he vaulted over the ridge in a single fluid motion, propelled by his free arm.

He ran a few steps down the hill before his jetpack ignited and accelerated him rapidly a few feet into the air, low enough to avoid detection but high enough to get him moving across significant distance in close time. Fortunately there was a smaller building that he landed next to, enough to obstruct the view of any pirate who for some reason wasn't distracted by the massive explosion in the other direction.

There were two such guards, a Rodian and a Weequay, who gave grunts of surprise as they whipped around at the crunch of Siv's boots making contact with the dark soil. They grabbed for their blasters at their hips, but Siv was faster. A metal gauntlet slammed into the Rodian's face while he hipfired his pistol into the Weequay's torso at point blank range. The Weequay gave a pained moaned as he crumpled to the ground. A punch came flying back at Siv's face from the Rodian, spitting a Huttese curse, but the flesh met the beskar of Siv's helmet and the Rodian cried out in pain, clutching his now-broken fingers. A blaster bolt silenced him, too.

Looking up and around, Siv tapped back into the comms. Clearly the others had taken a different route from him, which was good -- fanning out meant they would be able to strike from more angles, and reduced chances of getting pinned down. "What is everyone's status?"
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[Vaux Gred]

Vaux went wide eyed as she saw the explosions. Wait.... What the kark? VK would then whistle from his slot, with the pilot looking back before quickly flipping a few switches. "If someone just kicked a hornet's nest wrong so help me...." Soon the TwinTail's s-foils entered attack position, and the Mandalorian pulled the blood red craft off the deck and quickly looked around the place. She took a quick mental note of where everything was, and then whipped the fighter on the attack.

A deep roar would signal the attack run as she locked the cruiser and fighters, quickly firing a pair of ion warheads for the cruiser, and began to fire on the grounded fighters before they could take off, quickly including a smoke torpedo for good measure. She'd launch a couple more as she finished her first run, and quickly dove back to the deck as she heard Siv's transmission come in. She took a breath, trying not to come off as annoyed.

"I'm still airborne. Who just riled them up like that?"