A Raven Republic

[Nyxie]

A single Ulur'uur-class Frigate crept through space on the outskirts of the system which housed Aeten II. The Ulur'uur had been chosen wisely and with ample reason. Unlike a freighter, it was armed like a warship. Unlike a freighter, it had powerful electronic warfare systems. However, just like a freighter, it was able to carry hundreds of tons of cargo - thousands, in fact. Its systems, armament, layout and overall aesthetic made it the best ship a bounty hunter, mercenary or trader could wish for. It was ironic that a Mandalorian-designed ship would take its Mandalorian Iron-made owner to barter for a Mandalorian commodity.
No Refuge, she was called. The name alone seemed to have frighten more than a single traveler in the past who'd come across or hitch aboard the ship, an unintentional homage to the Imperial star destroyers of old.
Anchored to the flat top hull of No Refuge was a single Deathbell starfighter, clamped down by a series of maglocks fixed to the landing gear. The ship's flat upper shape and grand size allowed the lone fighter a perfect fit atop its face and it was tucked just safely under the envelope of their shields. The largest of anyone's worries was the need to enter the vacuum in order to man the craft, but LLP-850 did not have such issues.
The Deathbell, and LLP with it, unclamped and departed from No Refuge. It quickly flew out of proximity of the ship and commenced a hyperjump to an interdiction point the frigate had discovered a large quantity of space traffic to be. The cloaked and distorted fighter emerged several minutes later from hyperspace several thousand kilometers from the destination world. She simply remained idle at the intersection, watching, waiting, hoping to sight the perfect mark from behind the veil whilst the others awaited her command aboard her frigate.

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[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Darren Shaw"], [member="Arianna Maneria"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Jan VonFowl"]

 

[Jen]

This job was simple in a lot of ways. In and out. That was it. Right?​

Jennifer, a half ryn half human girl sat inside of the Ulur'uur -class Frigate that would take the tiny operations group to their target. For those unfamiliar with the race of the Ryn, which was of course understandable if they were, mainly because of how many races there were throughout this vast galaxy, but anyway. Since Jennifer was only half Ryn one would be able to spot these differences that signified her race in her marble white hair, which seemed harder in structure than most others, as if sprayed one too many times with a hairspray. Her oddly rough skin and her nose with tiny curves in it would also be an indication, but what would probably be the first and most visible sign would be her (lion like?) tail. Currently she was fixing her datapad, making sure she had the right wires for it should she need to physically connect it to a network.

Another notable thing she was currently doing was taking small puffs from a cigarette every now and then, cyan smoke raising from it like vapor towards what, with artificial-gravity enabled, would be considered the ceiling of this vessel. Of course such an activity would have been dangerous back in the ancient days where it was normal to have all o2 environments on ships such as these. But luckily the [REDACTED] invention had made such an activity possible. Not that anyone would even think about this, oh.. Ermm.. Back to Jennifer[SIZE=7.777778148651123px].[/SIZE]

A sigh was heard escaping over her lips as she was finally finished with wiring up her datapad and she leant back in the chair she was sitting in. Her amber eyes, her left with a tattoo around it, scanned the lounge she was sitting in, looking for any of her fellow Red Ravens who had joined in on this mission. The sigh hadn't only come from the fact that she was done with the datapad, no, she was pretty beat up, very literally actually. And the one she had fought was on this very same ship. She smiled at herself, knowing she was in the hands of experienced people.

Her smile faltered as the the cyan smoke stopped raising from the cigarette, had it seriously just died? Pfft...​

"Hey! Anyone got a lighter?"​

@Cryax Bane, @Darren Shaw, @Arianna Maneria, @Colap Ticon, @Jan VonFowl, [member="Manamune Lumina"]​

 

[Jan VonFowl]

Sitting in a pretty little shuttle, watching the No Refuge move silently through the vacuum, and listening to the antics of my Raven friends. Not what I'd ad in mind for today, but perfect days were boring as hell. I keyed my comm unit, and smiled.

"I have a lighter, Jen, but I'm not totally sure how I'd give it to you. Most of the ways I can think of would be stupid, reckless, or fatal. Just gotta wait 'til I'm back, I guess."

I leaned back in the Gypsy, and drank a bit of the flash-frozen caf drink I'd brought. The ice and cream were pretty good, and the coffee was, of course, energizing.

The ship itself fascinated me, too. It was ugly as sin and obscenely bulky, but all the little gadgets and toys in it appealed to me. It felt like I was in my speeder, with all the security and jamming protocols. An lone enemy would be hard-pressed to hit something that didn't show up on their targeting systems. For a guilty moment, I wished Jen was in here, so I could have somebody with me to enjoy the ship. But, they needed her in the Refuge. She was a pretty integral part of the plan.

[member="Jen"] [member="Manamune Lumina"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

[member="Jan VonFowl"] [member="Jen"] [member="Manamune Lumina"]

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[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

Betna adjusted his bes'uliik as it flew in formation with the rest of the bes'uliik squadron, a Protector Unit of around twenty starfighters. It was a routine patrol through Aeten II, one of two. The other was coming the other way and would be here any minute. Another hour of keeping a look out and the wing would hyper to the next planet in the chain. It was a regular occurrence that he wished would be much more regular, but until they had more starfighters and pilots, the bare minimum had to do.

Thankfully, though, they'd managed to get a blockade runner into the system as a more or less stationary lookout. It couldn't do much, but it was fast enough to intercept what it could fight and quick enough to get away from what it couldn't. Plus it could comm in a distress signal if necessary, bringing in more aid and ships if needed. All in all, it wasn't the greatest way to run things, but it was better than nothing.

"Angel One to Green Flight," he called over the encrypted comms to the squadron he led. "I've got nothing on my sensors. Anyone picking anything up?"

 

[Nyxie]

There really wasn't much to be said or done. The Ulur'uur-Class was a Mandalorian-manufactured ship and the Gypsy-Class was an open-market shuttle. The two were about as conspicuous as sand on a beach. It would be remarkable to say the least if they even so much as received second glances from a single soul.
As for LLP-850, she continued to monitor the system travel routes and kept searching for the right ship. Cloak, jammer, gravitic modulator, duping array, radio silence; it would take nothing short of a miracle in every literal sense of the term for her to be found in such open and remote space, especially being such a small target. The rest of the crew needed only to report in before LLP could make a move.
The operation continued as planned, and for the most part, her presence wasn't a crime in the slightest.

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[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Darren Shaw"], [member="Arianna Maneria"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Jan VonFowl"], [member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

"Smoking's bad for you, k?" Cryax said to [member="Jen"] as he snuck up behind her. He wasn't sure how the girl would feel about having a co-slicer on the job with her. He'd have to make it clear he wasn't there to backseat drive. Just to help make sure their raid was successful.

He had insisted on coming along, especially because as talented as the Raven slicers were, Jan and Jen were still kids. He'd never admit it to them, but he felt a bit like a big brother who wanted to keep an eye on them.

He sat down in the chair next to her, his Datapad in hand. Like clockwork he started to run diagnostics on the system to make sure there were enough anti-slicing measures. His fingers moved over the controls swiftly and with confidence. He was in his element here.

He grinned at Jen, his red eyes gleaming, and gestured to her Datapad.

"Ready to party?"

[member="Manamune Lumina"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Jan VonFowl"]

 

[Jen]

Jennifer chuckled at Jan's remark as he answered her over the comm. He was somewhere out there in his own little bubble. So yea, unless he of course wanted to risk this entire mission then sure she wanted the lighter. She jumped a bit in her chair as a sudden voice was heard behind her, that belonging to the Chiss named Crayx. And now he was acting all parent like. Well he wasn't wrong when it came to the dangers of smoking, so he was probably just reasonable. It was sweet of him in a way. It didn't answer her question though so she smiled i at his comment instead, her eyes following him as he sat down in a chair next to her. "Yea whatever. The chance of this killing me compared to what we're currently doing though... So do you have a lighter or not?" She glanced towards the cigarette in her hand before putting it onto the table in front of her, letting out a sigh. No more smoking today it seemed, they had a job to do anyway so why even bother. Or well, Cryax had. Jennifer was able to slice from distance, but it wasn't really her expertise.

It was something she would rather have Cryax and Jan do. No, she was more the mechanic, welding, create engines kind of girl. Nonetheless, should it be needed she now had physical cables for her datapad, so she could connect it to a physical network while by the target. If somehow their two slicers, Jan and Cryax, couldn't access a door or the system itself. You never knew on missions like these. Better to be prepared than die. "Hutt Smashers One v one? Or are you talking about slicing? Because that I'll let you do." She smiled, adjusting her beannie a bit before leaning back in the chair again, her eyes starting to scan the lounge once more.

No she really needed that lighter actually.​

"Are you sure you don't have-... At least some sort of fire?"​

​

[member="Cryax Bane"] :: [member="Manamune Lumina"] :: [member="Jan VonFowl"]​

 

[Garza]

Taking a sip of my beer, I stayed in my room listening to some music. Just to wait for all the action to begin.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Duty calls had Vilaz and his fellow protectors do a patrol through Aeten II, and once their patrol run was done they would head on to the next planet with Mandalorian Territory. Now, Aeten II was valuable world to the Mando'ade, almost as valuable and strict defended as Concordia, Mandalore, and other worlds and systems that contained precious resources. Unlike Concordia containing beskar Aeten held stygium. A precious material that was used for ships on stealth operations. Making this world a well defended planet.

Unlike Arribi who was patrolling the skies the Rally Master was patrolling on foot. He disliked combat in the skies, and it was something that he wasn't good at. Away from a volcano that was part of the landscape of the planet and lava rivers was a base that was nearby to several mines. Other outposts were on the world and they would contact with Mandalorian forces and alert one another of what was happening at the moment.

The Warrior who had a squadron of Mando'ade under his command was securing a perimeter around the base that he was assigned to. After securing the patrol around the he would then move to the underground mines and check that there were no foreign intruders in the mines. "Hopefully something will pop up so I can shoot 'em." No mercy would be given and he would shoot first and ask questions later.

[member="Jen"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Manamune Lumina"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Jan VonFowl"]

 

[Nyxie]

LLP-850's fighter continued to float aloft empty space when her cloaking generator suddenly began giving her trouble. For one reason or another, it malfunctioned and became a double-blind, cutting off her vision to the outside world. A being of action over words, the lone female droid was quick to drain the atmosphere, unlock the canopy and disable the hydraulic lift and gravity, leaving her to gracefully drift up out of her seat and slide out between the spaces. The systems remained online, but the craft remained undetectable; just one pilot short.
From atop the back of the Deathbell, LLP used her enhanced optics to scope out the traffic. Her eyes would wander from ship to occasional ship, attempting to identify cargo transport models in her database with each visual sweep. Her antennae were offline and all other potentially compromising systems were dormant, as she did not want to risk discovery even an object the size of a human. For quite some time, nothing passed. Finally, she sighted a viable target.
A single blinking sequence from her eyes transmitted light straight back to the Uluur'uur, prompting the bridge hands to send a report to [member="Cryax Bane"] that it was time to get to work; Jen could help if she so chose, to expedite the process. His orders were simply to slice into the other ship's computer and navigation, checking the onboard manifest for Stygium freight and, if present, uploading false information on their navicomps to send them to an undisclosed, neutral spot on the rim of the UMC border. The Gypsy would be used as an encrypted proxy to ensure that there was absolutely no way for the signal to be traced back directly to the Ulur'uur. It also made decrypting the signal data almost impossible unless Subach Innes was contacted and asked to sell the encryption algorithms (which was equally unlikely). It would become clear once all was said and done, that the operation was far too strategic and well-thought to have been organized by pirates and common criminals. The fun part was about to begin soon.
Aside from LLP's need to exit her craft, the closed plan was proceeding flawlessly. By the time the Mandalorians ever had a chance to discover what would happen, everyone one already be long-gone, including the Stygium.
If, for some silly reason, some random patrol managed to wander thousands of miles off into remote space, see the Ulur'uur, find a Mandalorian ship in Mandalorian space suspicious on first glance for whatever reason, and hail it, in that order, it would simply lie about its intentions and vacate the premises as requested.

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A lot of planning and consideration has gone into this op, and I'd expect an equal amount of planning and consideration to go into stopping it.

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[member="Jen"], [member="Jan VonFowl"], [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Darren Shaw"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Arianna Maneria"], [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Darth Morgoth]

The Vulcan Lightning Bolt burst out of hyper space, blowing past the protector unit at near Tie fighter speeds. The freighter was faster then most ships and could out manuever to almost the same level. He flew his freighter off into the distance as circling towards the back of the planet

 

[Cryax Bane]

Before Cryax could answer Jen's question, his orders came in. He sprang up in his seat, and tapped Jen lightly on the shoulder. "It's go time! Just follow my lead."

Cryax's fingers moved over the datapad with precision and as he worked, he described what he was doing. "Right now I'm installing a custom software I wrote called "Little Brother." It will find the exploits I need to slice into the target's computer. The target being a Mando ship that LLP-850 has indentified. Once I do that," he stopped suddenly lost in thought with a faraway look in his glowing red eyes. Then, head down, his fingers started moving again.

"Once I slice in, the next thing we do is check the freight manifest and spoof their location to a phantom spot. It's pretty brilliant actually." There was an edge of worry to his smile. Something was clearly distracting him.

"Just let me know if you want to jump in and drive at any point. I don't want to hog all the fun." The Chiss's Datapad pinged softly.

"Bingo, we'll be in there in no time."

[member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="Manamune Lumina"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Jen"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Jan VonFowl"]

 

[Michael Shaw]

Michael arrived on Aetan II before [member="Vilaz Munin"] and his group, Michael joined the Rally Master's group when he landed on the planet due to the possibility of seeing some action. Michael had been stationed at a guard post here for a few weeks while he waited for the elders to find a more suitable position for him. He was exited at the possibility of finally seeing battle after such impermeable boredom that he would savagely slaughter a wamp rat if it held a blaster. Michael longed for the glory of battle, wanting to prove himself to be a warrior of renown, but he would get nowhere positioned on a backwater planet. He hoped that by helping Vilaz he would be able to open up bigger possibilities for himself and maybe join the protectorate.

 

[Anija Betna]

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[member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Gabriel Itera"]

In the blackness surrounding Aeten II, another Ulur'uur drifted. This one owned by the Mandalorian Protectors. As with her fellow Protectors, she and the other vessels she commanded had entered the Aeten II system on a routine patrol. This fact was known to no one except their fellow Protectors, and vode who'd wanted experience and the Field Marshals. Along with the Ulur'uur were several support craft.

As the Ulur'uur drifted, Anija had her crews conducting scans of the space surrounding Aeten II. All traffic in and out, of Mandalorian space was monitored and documented, no matter who it was. Her group was exactly where it was supposed to be. As she watched the data stream in the corner of her HUD, something caught her attention. As she was with Aeten II space, there were many Shokita stations monitoring Mandalorian borders. A report from one of them flashed up on her HUD.

She frowned. The station in question had detected a hyperspace jump into the Aeten II system a few hours earlier. While such a thing in and of itself wasn't unusual, the timing was. Anija had access to the shipping and patrol schedules... and that time slot showed nothing. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the scan data closely. Whoever it was, she hoped they had a solid explanation. That is, if she could find them. Studying the data once more, she then directed her sensor crew to scan for anything matching the reading, and any unusual power signatures.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiZBffKZQ40​

An unknown starfighter exited hyperspace and blew past the Protector wing of bes'uliik starfighters. At a glance, Betna knew that the enemy ship wasn't friendly. Half because it had no recognizable IFF and half because it was a design he'd never seen before. It also helped that the starship ignored almost every armed ship in its way and gunned it straight for the planet.

"Base Plate, Base Plate," he called into his comms as he and his starfighter wing pulled around gradually to tail. They wouldn't intercept, that was the job of the planetary defenses, but if the intruder slowed down he was in for a rude, and terminal, awakening. "Unknown craft inbound. Looks fast and agile. We can't keep up. Sending coordinates now. Stop that shabuir. Now."

Within seconds the defensive installations throughout the system activated. Men and women ran to battle stations and other patrols were activated. Many stood on guard in the system while a few close enough to intercept with ease did so. A pair of Vhe'viin-class Interceptor squadrons, each squadron numbering ten starfighters each, closed in on the enemy craft. They would easily cut off and block the enemy starship and most likely blow it out of the space over Aeten II.

Elsewhere, other squadrons and space stations activated. A group of three Nebula-class corvettes moved to intercept, led by a pair of Haran'uliik light frigates.Two Ara'novor-class stations near the flight path of the enemy starfighter went to battlestations. Guns came online and began tracking the enemy ship as another ten ship squadron of Vhe'viin interceptors left the two stations' hangars. Behind them came a pair of ten ship squadrons of Purudii-class Starfighters. Each was piloted by a Mandalorian, each knew their job.

As ships and men and stations manned guns and weapons, other Mandalorians crewed sensor stations. The ship's hyperspace entry was logged and reviewed. Sensors were brought to bear and the system began to be scanned. All energy signatures from background noise to hyperspace entries to basic power packs left adrift in space were to be scanned. In a short time frame, nothing would be hidden in the system. Whoever had decided to screw with the Mandalorians today would fail and failing against the Mandos meant only one thing.

Bring your own body bag, boys and girls.

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[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Gabriel Itera"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Darth Morgoth"]
[member="Manamune Lumina"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Darren Shaw"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Jan VonFowl"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The space around the Ulur'uur was very still, almost deathly still the moment that Cryax Bane had indeed discovered Stygium on the target ship, and he quickly sent details to the Droid pilot. Using the small Gypsy shuttle as a proxy, he then spoofed the target's location to a remote spot on the UMC border. Anyone looking for the Stygium loaded freighter on radar, would see it on there instead of the Ulur'uur's location.

He lastly sent another encrypted message to the Gypsy, that simply stated, "Done and dusted," signalling that the slice was complete. Cryax took a deep breath and shrugged at Jen.

"And now we wait for further instructions."

[member="Jen"] [member="Manamune Lumina"] [member="Jan VonFowl"] [member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Nyxie]

While on her last minutes of lookout, LLP could see another vessel soar out of hyperspace and straight around the planet at full speed. Its trails, luminous, ionic and infra-red, were hard to miss, even at a distance. She wondered who it might be and if they might be one of the Raven's. All was was for certain was that it wasn't one of her fold, since all were accounted for either in the Ulur'uur or the Gypsy. Without a lot of time left to dwell on it, one last binary-morse transmission was flashed visually to the Ulur'uur deep in space before the lone droid reentered the cockpit and became once more nonexistent to the rest of the universe and vice verse.
A written report would go out to [member="Jan VonFowl"] in the nearby Gypsy escorting the Ulur'uur, from within the latter.
"No Refuge to Gypsy One, you know the drill. Stay frosty and upload routine scans to us."
"The data uplink is green. We have a positive ID on the subject. Rerouting in approximately twelve minutes. Cut uplink and prepare for jump to predetermined coordinates."
The original plan had it that once a ship was targeted, cyber-infiltrated and redirected, the Ulur'uuur would jump to intercept it out on the furthest point between the Mandalorian spacial border and Aeten II. Everything was proceeding as planned, even with LLP's minor technical difficulties. They'd all have to be very fast about it. No doubt it would only take them ten or so standard minutes for the Mandalorians to figure out that a once-defended and accounted for cargo transport would all but vanish without a trace or a report in.
If the Mandalorians were to catch up to the duo as they were preparing the jump, the Ulur'uur's second in command would simply show their ship's license and registration, and state that they were hunting a dangerous individual with an interstellar bounty, likely either using LLP-850 or [member="Darth Morgoth"] as scapegoats. If - and when - the Mandalorians stumbled upon their little operation on the edge of their borders, though... things might not be so simple.

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Ravens, unless you have any objections or final duties, you can make the jump without me.

Oh, and Cryax, the Ulur'uur is dormant. The Gypsy is doing the work because an active Ulur'uur would light up like a Christmas tree on sensors.

(Edit) I meant to write morse, not braille, lol. Too much Emerald.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Darth Morgoth"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Darren Shaw"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Jan VonFowl"]
[member="Arianna Maneria"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Captain Larraq]

Mandal Hypernautics had been operating in Aeten II for a considerable time. Obtaining Stygium, en-bulk, had been a priority of CEO Rygel Larraq since the early days of his ownership over the company. Stygium Deposits had been found and a massive Concordance Mining Barge had been brought into the system to harvest said resources. It had been nearly a year since Rygel Larraq had entered the Aeten II system. But today he did so for a very, very good reason.

The Stygium Crystals were finally ready for transport.

A single Bison-class Bulk Freighter docked next to the Concordance Asteroid Mining Barge, resting snug against the much larger ship's port side. As every inch of her cargo bay was filled with the valuable Stygium Crystals, a light escort of Hyperion Security ships patrolled nearby space. A single Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate, the Cyare Vheh'yaim, waited nearby on constant vigil. It's hull only a few hundred meters port of the Bison Bulk Freighter. Orbiting a few thousand meters away, three Corvettes kept a constant cordon around the three larger ships. The two Nebula-class Corvetttes, the Ne Shab'rud'ni and the Kaden Senaar, and the Prowler-class Mesen'Loras, Naast'ika Laaran, kept an equal distance from each other and the inner ships as they moved through the asteroids. Their sensors pulsed and pinged off the asteroids as they kept watch for possible approaching intruders. A wing of Cabur Starfighters and a half wing of Bes'uliik Starfighters patrolled the gaps between the much larger Corvettes, the whole assemble of ships appearing for all intents and purposes as a swarm of bees protecting a hive.

Aboard the Concordance Mining Barge, Rygel Larraq personally oversaw the transfer of cargo to the Bison. In less than an hour, he would be transporting the valuable cargo to Mandalore, where his factories and shipyards could work the crystals into his next wave of projects.

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1x Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate: 220m: "Cyare Vheh'yaim" (GB:~ Love Shack)
1x Nebula-class Corvette: 180m: "Ne Shab'rud'ni" (GB: Don't mess with me)
1x Nebula-class Corvette: 180m: "Kaden Senaar" (GB: Angry Bird)
1x Prowler-class Mesen'Loras: 150m: "Naast'ika Laaran" (GB: Singing Little Destroyer)

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[member="Manamune Lumina"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Anija Ordo"], [member="Gabriel Itera"], [member="Darth Morgoth"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Jen"], [member="Jan VonFowl"], [member="Darren Shaw"],

 

[Arage Bao]

On the other side of the planet Jared Ovmar had a small legitimate mining operation going on, signed and approved by the local government. He was blissfully unaware of the few mindless drones running 'round trying to steal material they could have just bought instead.

The respected businessman wasn’t entirely sure why someone would do such a thing anyway. Why infuriate people, put your ass on the line for a couple of crystals and generally make yourself a nuisance, when there were so many other options laying around?

In the end Ovmar shrugged to himself and continued overseeing his own little operation, there was little reason to tire yourself out with such meaningless questions.

 

[Rhodessa]

Rhodessa was piloting a Mandal Hypernautics transport, it was full of stygium crystals. The mandalorians always had a crew, never used all droid ships. As they new droids could be hacked, and so could ships. She was at the controls, when she realized something was amiss. She shouted back to the ship`s engineer, Oi roy, get up here pronto something wrong. Roy grunted, he did not like having to work for a living. He looked at the comms unit, and said Hay up lassy, some beggar hacking us. Right get us to full stop, and switch the computer off. She engaged the reverse thrusters, the ship began to halt. He then pulled out at set of wires, and the control unit for ship powered down. They where going no where, but they still had short range radios. So roy sent out sos, so some of the war ships would come protect them. Then track them away, from the problem. Though they began to mans guns just incase they were attacked, whilst they dead in the water.

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Manamune Lumina"] [member="Captain Larraq"]