Area 51? (Tenloss Expansion to Aeten II)

[Popo]

Tenloss was expanding once again, this time to the planet Aeten II. A world known for its stygium deposits and fiercely fought guarded by the Mandalorians. Fortunately for Popo, he was on decent terms with most of the clans, but today this wouldn't be an issue. The Mandalorians had their own internal conflicts currently and the planet, as a result, was left unwatched and unguarded.

Tenloss ships touched down on the surface of a patch of land previously scanned down. Weeks before, he'd ordered a small team of surveyors to scour the surface of the planet, searching for a likely place to mine for Stygium as well as erect a base for Tenloss Research and Design. They'd reported back that everything was in order and listed the coordinates of the location in question before returning. Now, Popo was determined to properly set up shop on Aeten and had hired a small number of specialists to make it so.

The dropship Popo rode in shuddered as it touched down and the Hutt moved to the boarding ramp. A quick slither outwards as the ramp touched the ground placed him on the surface of Aeten II itself. Around him other ships landed and Tenloss personnel poured out, some in armor and carrying weapons to guard the build site while others wore work clothes or lab coats and worked to unload and set up cargo and break ground. It was organized, orchestrated chaos and Popo knew that they all knew their jobs very, very well.

He hoped his hirelings knew theirs just as proficiently...

Spoiler

1. [member="Gravi'gor'attaque"]
2. [member="Thraxis"]
3. [member="Ayessa Valen"]
4. [member="A.D.A.M."]
5. [member="Kadala Skirata"]
6. [member="Switch"]
7. [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

It was a bit contradictory for a Mandalorian to assist a corporation in establishing direct ties with one of their worlds. While assurance between the relationship of the clans and Tenloss had been regarded as good, there was still a hint of doubt within Marcus's mind. Be that as it may, he'd accepted this job long before he was aware of the actual details of the mission and had deployed immediately. The commando was there when the first survey teams arrived and scoured the area before clearing enough space for a fairly large landing operation.

"You sure about this?"

"I need the money, Miranda. If what they say is true, then all will be well." He replied, shouldering his rifle and watched as dropship after dropship touched down to deposit dozens of workers and engineers. "I can't be a nomad if I don't have enough supplies."

Her image flicked along the flank of his HUD. "Whatever you say. Just make sure you're doing the right thing. I know how you get when you realize things after they happen." A smirk appeared and she played back a recording of a crushgaunt slamming a man back against a wall with a cry.

The Mandalorian shrugged. "He had it coming. That's what happens when you forget to mention that the building wasn't completely void of life."

The recording stopped playing and was quickly replaced by the manifestation of the AI. A cock of her head and a ping on his sensors were enough indication that their charge had arrived, and the best bet was to meet him. Marcus approached with impunity, gliding past throes of cargo hauling droids and hurried engineers until he was standing before the great Hutt.

"Marcus Itera," he said with a curt nod. "I assume force protection protocols will be established immediately?"

[member="Gravi'gor'attaque"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Ayessa Valen"], [member="A.D.A.M."], [member="Kadala Skirata"], [member="Switch"], [member="Popo"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis had heard whispers stream through the data of the galaxy, small words that told of a certain Mister Popo with a mission and a plan. Normally he would refrain from getting involved in something like this but a Hutt and a mission went hand in hand. It was a mission of reliance for him, with Sempra gone and few Hutts remaining Thraxis had two things to do, both prove his worth, and make the Hutt Cartel seem still valuable, since without a Hutt, they wouldn't really be the Hutt Cartel.

He hoped onto a Jackal owned G9 Rigger Freighter, it was nothing out of the sort, it wasn't even his or even the Jackals, they were merely borrowing it for an extended period of forever. He took one of the Jackal Pilots and all his gear in tow, it had been a while since he felt properly ready for a battle, a war, a bar brawl, or anything where he could spill some blood and take hostages, though this was not the best thing for the job, he needed some people to keep him amused on they way back.

He came in his trenchcoat as always, beneath the thin veil was hidden his Standard Armor, personalized now by bruises and the niches of war that came with his line of work, one his belt he had strapped his Sonic Pistol, as well as the Twins, and on his back he had grabbed his DEMP, that was their for a special reason, in case the Hutt wanted to take any prisoners this weapon would do the job nicely.

After a long trip, and a few repetitive games of Eye Spy, the ship made contact with the ground, the engine quieting as it slowly lowered itself onto the ground, pushing the wind around them, sending a short and gentle breeze that radiated around the ship, the Cargo bay started to drop down, its noise breaking the silence of the gentle wind. As the metal ramp brushed onto the ground out a figure started to walk down, the visor slowly peeling up as he walked calmly down the ramp, his black eyes scanning around the camp as his trenchcoat swayed in the wind caused by the ship.
[member="Marcus Itera"]
[member="Popo"]

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

Spoiler: Equipment

ARMOR:

Spoiler: Equipment

• x1: Initiate Armor
• x1: Magno Grip Boots

BLASTERS:

• x2: Charging Rhyno

MELEE:

• x1: Fett Kal Trench Knife
• x1: Standard orange dual phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x1 Armor Add-On (Left Hand): Knuckle Blade
• x1 Armor Add-On (Right Hand): Fibercord Whip
• x2 Armor Add-On (Both Hands): Dur-24 Laser

Why had she accepted the job again?... Oh, right, because there was a serious lack of credits in her account. Usually she took jobs for the honor or glory- the thrill of combat- but this job hadn't offered much in that department. Still, Kadala knew that she couldn't survive on the blood of her enemies. There were going to be days where she had to work just to put food on the table. Today, apparently, was one of those days. For the most part she was going to simply be helping Tenloss set up their base, carrying things, setting up security, that sort of thing. But, unsurprisingly, she was also there to step in if anyone decided to try and stop the company from setting up.

Hence the weapons strapped to her armored figure.

Though while she was certainly more heavily armed than the average worker, she still felt rather... bare. In her mind she was carrying less than she usually did (meaning less than she wanted to). But if she was going to be doing a lot of moving around, then she needed to keep her equipment light. Plus, if chite hits the fan, I can always use the force, she thought, silently hoping that things would get that bad. Most would consider that kind of thinking to be odd or quite negative. For her, the longing to fight made it seem rather... normal. Perhaps part of her felt bad for her wish, as she pushed aside the thought, instead focusing on the workers around her.

It didn't take long for her to find someone who needed help. They were trying to lift a large crate, their muscles visibly straining. Without a moment of hesitation Kadala moved to help the alien, grabbing the other end of the container, lifting it without much trouble. For the sake of her new companion's pride, however, she tried to make it seem like she couldn't carry it by herself. And though she failed, the other person seemed to appreciate her gesture. Together they were able to move it with ease, carrying it outside, where a few others were ready to take it to it's final destination. Once that was taken care of the two moved back to the ship, having made a silent agreement to help each other out.

[member="Popo"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis walked off the ship and started to walk up to a few of the workers. Each one pointing him in a vague direction though he followed through and eventually met the head honcho of the operation, Popo. "Knock Knock." he said as he walked towards the Hutt, his hand digging into his trenchcoat to pull out a bottle of swill and dropped it down his throat.

"I heard you needed some help with a job. So I hoped on a ship and came a lookin'. Consider me the Hutt Cartel Executive to help with the job." he said, his posture straightened from his normal lackadaisical one. Though the swill dripped down his chin he looked with empty eyes.

He looked around, he never was one to have an eye for good work, or an eye for telling what he was actually doing, "So can you just give me a quick recap as to what it is you need me to do?" he said with a curious undertone in his voice, his eyes bouncing about as he looked around the area.
[member="Popo"]
[member="Marcus Itera"]
[member="Kadala Skirata"]