Where did you get that Armor?

[ToKola Bakari]

Camp Fatalitist~Concordia​

19:00 Hours​

Zaz sat in the middle of the Command Center on Concordia, his jetpack laid out on the desk before him. The blasted thing had been giving him troubled with it's flight patterns and he was trying to figure out what was causing it. Pulling his goggles onto his forehead he quickly found one of the problems.

The damn vents are melted shut again. He mused, exhaling at the sight of the deformed vents. He pulled a screwdriver from the desk and began to chip away at the melted pieces of metal, trying to clear a path for the flow of heat on the side of the jetpack.

"Ver'Alor? You in here?" A voice called from the entrance of the Command Center. "Yo!" Zaz returned, still chipping away at the melted pieces of metal.

As he continued to chip away at the jetpack a male chiss, clad in armor, walked into the command center and sat on the desk where Zaz chipped away at the jetpack. "What's up Tek?" Zaz asked, arching a brow at the pack before tossing the screwdriver back on the table.

Tek chuckled a bit at the man before holding a datapad out to Zaz. "Take a look at this. Last couple days we've had....interesting reports from our scouts on Mandalore."

Taking the datapad into his palm Zaz rolled his shoulders before turning away from the console, scrolling through the information rather quickly. His scrolling came to quick halt before he turned back to Tek, a curious expression on his face. "A loner?"

Tek nodded, picking up the screwdriver that Zaz discarded only moments ago. "Yep, with the clans in such a fuss these days it's not surprising. Thing is his movements are rather....erratic."

Zaz took a moment before arching a brow. "Clan symbols?" Tek responded with a shake of his head, tossing the screwdriver back onto the table after examining the tool. "Nothing."

"Dar'Manda?" Zaz returned, yet again he was met with a curt shake of the head. "Nope. Not likely." Tek shrugged before gesturing to Zaz. "I figured maybe we could pick him up. I was heading to Mandalore now to see if I can find him."

Zaz paused for a moment before tossing the datapad back to Tek, a smirk coming over his face as he did. "Dibs." The man rounded the desk, grabbing his buyce with a wry smirk. Tek caught the datapad, his face contorted in confusion. "Dibs?! I said I would do it. Don't you have to stay here and wait for the next shipment of rations?"

Zaz turned out of the Command center as he waved back to the man. "Nope, you do. See you in a few!" He called back with an amused tone tracing over his voice.

[member="Eric 'Deadeye'"]

 

[TK-7475 (Storm Sentinal)]

A man of average height and strong stature walked down the street with a purpose, as he walked he caught notice of what appeared to be a poster for recruitment into The Dominion Armed Forces, quickly the man walked towards the recruitment office.

As the man shuffled down the street, a group of thugs approached from an ally-way, a military officer watched with a blaster on his belt, prepared for defending the unaware man. The street was scarce and not a sole noticed the officer watching from the shadowed sides of this soon-to-be murder scene.

"Hey, Freddy, remember us? What do you have in you hand there?" The masked man shrugged and casually flipped out a knife.

"I don't want any trouble, let me go, I just want to get to the recruiting center. Let me go and I'll never say you threatened me."

"Your right, you wont, because you'll be dead." The group of thugs laughed at the twisted thought.

"In your dreams Dameon," Fred took his scarf and wrapped it around his hand. The group of thugs began charging at him and quickly he dodged the knife and hit one of the thugs in the face, Fred swung left and right at the 4 men trying to kill him.

Fred ducked below one of the thugs fist, grabbed the arm, twisted it and broke it. Dameon grunted and charged with the knife an slashed the fabric wrapping on Fred's hand, cutting it clean and drawing blood. Ignoring the pain, Fred hit both sides of Dameon hand and grabbed the knife as it left Dameon's hand. Fred through the knife up at the wall of the building, out of reach and into the wall.

The Officer watched in amazement as the man pummeled the entire group. "Stop the fight!" The officer had drawn his weapon and was now aiming it at the men. He reached for the poster and grabbed fred.