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Faction Blackwater [ME]

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BLACKWATER


Objective: Arrakan, The Outer Rim

Ship: The Bes'hurok (Iron Rock) Armed Adviso

Armor: Protector-type Beskar'gam

Primary Weapon: A-180 Modular Blaster

Secondary Weapons: Briletto PPK, Stun Baton,

Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Sidekick: Ta-2P0 (Tappo)

Tags: Itzhal Volkihar Itzhal Volkihar , Tessa Monroe Tessa Monroe , Sylor Sylor , Tekton Artez Tekton Artez , Vojövif Fett, Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata

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They made their way inside the structure alternating from restrictive corridors to open hubs. The quiet remained the same, the stillness undisturbed. Aside from the lack of power there was no indication that something was amiss. That was aside from the total lack of people. Could they all be huddling in some safe area? It seemed unlikely. He kept his position on the flank of the Field Marshall but not too close. He did not melt into the shadows like the Iron Wolf but his tread was light and his gaze alert.

The comms crackled to report contact. A party of three. They could have been a repair party but the odds were against that. They could easily be taken out if needed but at the cost of alerting others of their presence. The eyes inside his helmet flicked over to Itzhal anticipating the reply. He moved up a few paces to he was slightly ahead of the Morellian, ready to act.




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| Location | Arrakan, Outer Rim Territories

Emerging from the dimly lit maintenance corridor, Itzhal and his fellow Mandalorians were enveloped by a tumultuous choir of hissing pipes and the relentless churn of spiralling waves, not unlike the rampage of the sea outside.

In time, the noise would deafen him—if not for the way his buy'ce muffled the sound, reducing the horrendous rumble of the tumultuous waves to a faint hiss, no louder than the gentle wash of the lapping at his toes on the beaches of Zeltros.

Ahead of him, the central water refinery sprawled—at least three hundred meters across and stretching easily twice as long. Its towering walls were punctuated by a multitude of doors, each one a gateway to the various sectors of the city's outer perimeter—whether to the landing pads soaked in rain or deeper into Leviathan's Rest, where their answers lay if only they could find them. Above their head, metal catwalks and sturdy stairwells intersected in a dizzying array of architecture. At the heart of this industrial giant was the source of the intense sound: twelve enormous vats of swirling water, each rising thirty meters towards the ceiling and extending twenty meters in diameter, their contents swirling and bubbling as they were fed by an elaborate network of pipes and pistons.

It was only then, due to the filters of his helmet, that he heard the sound of voices above, accompanied by the tight beam signal that delivered a debriefing of just exactly what he was hearing. Mercenaries. He did not doubt the report, yet, even as he allowed his thoughts to spiral, he could discern no reason why the engineers of this place would allow armoured forces amongst their presence.

After a brief moment of gathering his thoughts, his fingers glided over the cold, rain-slick clasp of his leather holster, his thumb settling beneath the groove as it released with a gentle pop. He steadily drew forth the blaster pistol, which had served him fatefully time and time again.

"We haven't seen a single living person, apart from these mercenaries in places they should not be," he intoned, his voice carrying uninterrupted over the commlink, even as he switched the safety off with a flick of the switch. "They may have answers; I want them alive, we take them if we can, we stop them if we can't."

Then, he pulled the trigger and, stretching across the distance towards their target, a dazzling blue conclave of circles shot forward, where a Basilisk stumbled but did not fall.


 
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BLACKWATER


Objective: Arrakan, The Outer Rim

Ship: The Bes'hurok (Iron Rock) Armed Adviso

Armor: Protector-type Beskar'gam

Primary Weapon: A-180 Modular Blaster

Secondary Weapons: Briletto PPK, Stun Baton,

Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Sidekick: Ta-2P0 (Tappo)

Tags: Itzhal Volkihar Itzhal Volkihar , Tessa Monroe Tessa Monroe , Sylor Sylor , Tekton Artez Tekton Artez , Vojövif Fett, Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata

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Their pathway opened up into a large industrial space with machinery and scaffolding providing a maze where someone could take cover. So far contact was limited to the group of three but reinforcements could be readily at hand. The Field Marshall gave orders and opened fire attempting to stun the largest target. The orders were to take them alive so that meant getting close and doing this the old-fashioned way.

Switching his grip from his blaster to his stun baton and taking advantage of the surprised caused by the unannounced stun blast he stepped forward, crouched and engaged his jet-pack. With a swoosh he flew off towards the trio attempting to close the distance as quickly as possible and engage anyone who offered resistance or attempted to flee.

This action would take a few seconds allowing his companions to act before he arrived. Unfortunately, it would also allow his opponents to react but his armor was strong, they had the element of surprise and now their opponents would have to contend with both a ranged and a close quarters attack.

"Advancing to contact and subdue the targets." He said over comms to inform his compatriots confidant that whatever happened he could depend on his fellow Mandalorians.





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Tags: Itzhal Volkihar Itzhal Volkihar Tessa Monroe Tessa Monroe Sylor Sylor Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Tekton Artez Tekton Artez Vojövif Fett
OBJECTIVE: Arrakan
Kael came out of the darkness and, in the next instant, ignited his right Kad'au, rotating it to the front from its reversed grip. He stopped it a hair's breadth from the respirator hoses of the Gaand and, in the same moment, used the force to bind the Zeltron's arms and legs, spread apart, keeping her hand from touching her slicing deck. Modulating his helm's vocoder to mimic the Gaand's voice, Kael said, "This Gand will do well to keep this Gand's body still, lest this Gand jeopardize his ability to breathe on this findsman's blade." Then, to the Zeltron, he said in a different voice, one that mimicked her own, "Tell me, what would a gang of mercenaries gain by putting Leviathon Station into lockdown while simultaneously ramping up its core power station?" He sent the conversation he was having to the Alor via tight beam broadcast while keeping an eye on the recovering Basilisk, hoping someone else would be able to handle the four arms of that one.
 
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BLACKWATER


Location: Arrakan, The Outer Rim

Ship: The Bes'hurok (Iron Rock) Armed Adviso

Armor: Protector-type Beskar'gam

Primary Weapon: A-180 Modular Blaster

Secondary Weapons: Briletto PPK, Stun Baton,

Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Sidekick: Ta-2P0 (Tappo)

Tags: Itzhal Volkihar Itzhal Volkihar , Tessa Monroe Tessa Monroe , Sylor Sylor , Tekton Artez Tekton Artez , @Vojövif Fett Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata

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Things were now happening fast. Cutting off his thrusters he landed with a thud behind the Basilisk, his knees bending to absorb the force as he brought his baton into action as yellow lightning began to flicker down its shaft. The Basilisk was still reeling from the stun bolts but he was larger and more heavily armed* that his compatriots and Dral-Kar'ta was not as subtle as Kael so brought his baton down striking the unfortunate quadribrachial sending enough electrostatic force into his body to deflate his waddle.

For good measure, as was the common police tactic, he kicked one of the Basilisk's legs, he only had two, out from under him so even if he was not rendered unconscious, he would fall and be easier to control. In a nod to Kael's attempt at negotiation he added "Do not Resist!" Some preferred the carrot and the stick but Dral-Kar'ta had found that using the stick then the carrot ensured quicker compliance.



*Get it?

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BLACKWATER


Location: Arrakan, The Outer Rim

Ship: The Bes'hurok (Iron Rock) Armed Adviso

Armor: Protector-type Beskar'gam

Primary Weapon: A-180 Modular Blaster

Secondary Weapons: Briletto PPK, Stun Baton,

Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Sidekick: Ta-2P0 (Tappo)

Tags: Itzhal Volkihar Itzhal Volkihar , Tessa Monroe Tessa Monroe , Sylor Sylor , Tekton Artez Tekton Artez , @Vojövif Fett Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata

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The Basilisk was on the ground stunned and temporarily subdued. The Gaad had Kael's Kad'au to its throat, or to be more precise to its breathing tubes but that was much the same thing, so was well in hand. The Zeltron was struggling to break free from the magic stuff force wielders insisted on using. Dral-Kar'ta's baton made a whirring mode as he pressed a switch that turned the electro-static force from stun to lethal. Stepping towards the Zeltron he flared his baton.

"We only need one of you alive."

The threat was understood and the slicer stopped struggling. He moved to place restraining cuffs on the still force held and now outwardly compliant Zeltron.



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