Faction Casefile 01: Rainfall | Mandalorian Enclave

[The Quartermaster]

In a sudden move, several murderous rogues have escaped from a high-security Karjr facility on Kamino. Though unique, each terrorized the underworld and outer rim during their criminal career; loose once more, they pose a serious threat to the civilian and Mandalorian population of the Enclave.

Special task forces of any willing Mandalorian have been organized to apprehend these criminals, or if detainment is not possible, approval for termination has been granted. In addition, a reward of 5,000 underworld credits per escaped fugitive has been issued, to be granted whether the target is brought in dead or alive.

The full Karjr report on the breakout and suspects can be read here.

OBJECTIVE ONE

Suspects 01 and 02, brothers, had tied with the criminal underworld that they may seek to rekindle now freed. The closest transport into Hutt Space from Kamino can be found at the Lyran IV spaceport, where they may likely be hoping to make a quick getaway.

OBJECTIVE TWO

For the past two rotations, a thunderstorm amplified by the positively-charged crystals on Christophsis’s surface has grounded all regularly-scheduled interstellar traffic out of Christophsis. Suspect 03 is believed to be making his way coreward, and the most likely location for him to be delayed is in the crystal world.​

 

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R​

Objective: Eliminate Target
Tag: OPEN

“Christophsis control, this is Karjr starship designation KJ-023. Approaching planetary atmosphere entry vector.” The orbit of the busy crystal world, headquarters of local industrial giant Hex Incorporated, was clustered by starships waiting for transit pass onto the world before. As Siv Dragr navigated his starfighter through the congestion, he managed to get his first glimpse of the world below and the storm that was causing this entire mess.

“Starship KJ-023, this is Christophsis control requesting that you hold off your approach. All inbound or outbound interplanetary travel is grounded until further notice. The electrical storm makes spaceship flight too dangerous.” The return transmission was accompanied by a healthy amount of crackling and static, no doubt another product of the raging storm below.

“Acknowledged, Christophsis. Making my approach now.” Siv switched off his comm system to mute any protest that ground control could give. All of this communication was unnecessary formality to Siv, who usually didn’t bother to announce his arrival to whatever world business brought him to. Around the uptight corporate suits that infested Christophsis, though, it was better to follow their protocol rather than go through the busywork of a another formal complaint filed to Kestri.

As his Outlander starfighter dipped lower into the atmosphere, his vision through his cockpit began to be obscured by the storm as lightning shook the sky. Still, he and his little fighter had weathered worse assignments. He wasn’t about to let a little thunderstorm be the thing to finally take him down.

 

[Jocun Jones]

Lyran IV
OPEN​

A soprano laugh joined the chorus of those mumbling, grumbling, humbling, and stumbling inside the cantina. The sharp slap of gloved hand as it struck a well-built back of the shoulder followed. As did the sharp clack of glass on solid wood. "Ha! Bet that tide of parasites had them tripping over their own pants," the latest source of public disturbance roared.

Sure, sure, the bloodslugs were no laughing matter if you were daft enough to get bitten by one. And if you were thick enough to leave it untreated. This was Lyran IV! Everyone knew what to do when those creepy little buggers came milling about though. Stand there and die wasn't one of them. Was a source of countless nightmares though. Well, you could laugh or cry, and she chose to laugh. Quite often, in fact.

After all, despite the Mandalorian Enclave -- thought in her low and deep man voice, 'laying down the law' -- someone had to actually keep the peace. Well, Sheriff Jocun Jones was on the job and she was actually well liked on Lyran IV. By most. Anyone not trying to crawl on their hands and feet before some Hutt-sucking worm that tried setting up shop anywhere her rifle could reach.

With a few softer pats, Jones stepped back from the bar and shoulder her rifle. "Right, well they try sabotaging your crops again you let me know. Those slugs should make them think twice next time!"

With a big smile on her face, her dark, crimson eyes swept over the crowd. Drinking, gambling, and generally just trying to unwind. As it should be. Just small town affairs and small town politics. Long as everyone played nicely together, things stayed orderly.

As she stepped out onto the deck that ran around the cantina, however, her ear twitched. A figure in the distance seemed to be testing the bounds of that order. A citizen or two gave a shout at being bumped or moved aside as the fellow went. Jones' eyes narrowed slightly as she pulled out an unlit cigarra and tucked it between her teeth. Now what was that all about, she wondered?

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Objective: Eliminate target
Tag: Siv Dragr , open

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The place was awfully busy. Ships were swarming the skies, seen all around well before they could even see the place. It took a bit of manoeuvring to get past it all, both aerial and verbal.

“Starship KJ-023, this is Christophsis control requesting that you hold off your approach. All inbound or outbound interplanetary travel is grounded until further notice. The electrical storm makes spaceship flight too dangerous.”

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“Acknowledged, Christophsis. Making my approach now.”

Thonn turned to Siv, but needed to speak nothing. The answer was fitting. No, request denied. He wasn't leaving without taking care of this guy, and they certainly didn't bother arriving just to come back and try tomorrow. They could raise all the fuss they wanted. They didn't give a clear no, and that was on them. Too late anyhow. Siv switched off the comms so they wouldn't have to hear anything else. Fine time to end the discussion, nothing more needed to be said.

All that was left was to actually touch down, head out, and grab the guy. Thunder be damned. They were here to see a job done, a storm was no cause to turn back. It would give their target trouble to get off the ground, a benefit if anything.

"The best discussions are brief." Thonn remarked. They didn't bring loaded guns to heed suggestions.

 

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R​

Objective: Eliminate Target
Tag: Thonn Rokkal

Siv harumphed in agreement, a gruff approximation to almost laughter. If he was in a better mood Thonn's comment might have elicited a chuckle, but the storm raging outside the cockpit was a good metaphor for how Siv felt inside. The starfighter's thrusters hummed as it dropped lower, beneath the clouds until the rainy cityscape of Christophsis's capital was visible. The lack of aircraft over a normally-busy starport was a noticeable change and made the Karjr's starfighter stand out all the more.

Though he couldn't see it, Siv felt eyes on the back of his neck as if they were being watched. Their target would be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary, and a military-grade fightercraft suddenly descending would definitely put them on the edge. "I'm going to put us down in the spaceport. If our target isn't there, then he'd probably be at a redlight district. It's a corporate town, they have to have some pleasure house somewhere," he said, partly to Thonn and partly to himself. The truth is they were going into this with little to no leads; it would take Siv's hunter intuition to track down their fugitive.

The landing field adjacent to the spaceport was populated mainly by uniform corporate freighters, but on the outskirts, he managed to find a rain and windswept spot to touch down. The conditions made the landing a little janky, but finally, the starfighter groaned to rest. "Let's get a move on," he said to his partner as he flicked off the power and made his way to the exit, throwing the hood from his cloak over his conspicuous beskar helmet to shield him from the elements and detection.

 

[Volo Dragr]

OPERATION - BREAKOUT
OBJECTIVE : CHRISTOPHSIS
ALLIES : Siv Dragr | Thonn Rokkal | Kayl Krayt | Mandalorians
HOSTILES : Escaped Convicts
- - - - -
B R E A K O U T

The Galaxy had to have a sense of humour.

It just had to because, if it hadn't, it wouldn't have been running Volo around in circles. First the reports of Darth Ophidia on Kathol, reports of enough reliability to warrant an assassination attempt... which had devolved into him wrangling an oversized bat creature, the results of which left him out of commission for a whole month, intermittently repairing his broken buy'ce between dips in a Bacta tank. Then the break out. Three high-profile prisoners busted out of the Karjr's primary lock-up. A chaotic sibling duo and a near-unmatched hitman; both capable of causing widespread panic and destruction, both requiring a massive deployment of Karjr resources, not to mention the added guard, the security reevaluations, the repairs, the riot control...

If it didn't reek of coordination, of a diversion, well.... the aging Dragr was getting jaded.

All the same, the escaped convicts had to be recaptured; the threat must be secured, the danger contained, and the people protected. Though his duties would, no doubt, call him back to the detention center, his primary concern was the safety of his brothers. That was why, as he stood watching Siv bring his fighter to a standstill on the outskirts, his brother could not fail to notice his iconic bes'uliik already present... and more importantly, the Guildmaster's harsh figure standing stoic in the maelstrom, under constant assault by the pounding rain and howling wind. Noticeably different, however, was the black cloak billowing around his figure, it's cape-like cut lending him a more grim tone than usual; a layer of ice to complement his ordinarily cold demeanour.

"Brother!" the Guildmaster hollered out over the storm, visor already locked on Siv's. No doubt, his presence would come as a surprise to most, but a welcome one for many more; after all, wherever the taskmaster of the Karjr appeared, brutal success seemed to follow.​

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[Jocun Jones]

Lyran IV​

Today was a bad day.

There was no clearer a sign that a bad day had visited you than an untouched cigara. Uncut, unlit it reflected the need to go unnoticed. The only reason she had to go unseen was because someone needed watching. And the only reason someone needed watching was because there was a good chance they would cause trouble.

Jocun had strode about the town discretely making inquiries about a man that'd caught her eye earlier. She shadows his steps from afar and questioned those he'd interacted with along the way. Briefly. Not too pointedly, of course. She had cause to inquire about outsiders. That itself wasn't unusual in her position. Long as Jocun didn't leave them with any reason to think they had caught her eye -- then the entire town would be talking.

So far they hadn't done anything overtly criminal in nature, but she had... a sense. Was it genetic? Hardly seemed a usual ability of her stock, but they were hardly usual people. Didn't matter. What did matter was he'd caught her eye and something said not to wander far afield of him.

A bad day.

She'd taken to leaning back against a building with her arms crossed and rifle slung over one shoulder. The man was a fair bit down the road. He crossed it without scarcely a glance in either direction despite traffic of foot, hooves, or machine alike. Was it sheer arrogance, or did he hope to discern a tail from such reckless travel? He soon then disappeared inside a building that at times housed traveling folk. All the more reason not to follow, far as Jocun was concerned. Tight, confiding space. Worst case they'd come face-to-face in the stairwell inside.

How long should she linger? How long until the itch wouldn't tear her away from ensuring the rest of the town didn't need-- Jocun's eye twitched. Never mind. Perhaps a patrol only to be roped into dealing with a lost member of a herd or someone being a whisper hair louder than someone liked wouldn't be missed that much after all.

Open​

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Objective: Eliminate target
Tag: Siv Dragr Volo Dragr

---

His comment got a grunt out of Siv, but little else. He seemed far more focused on flying, which the weather made a fair concern. The storm didn't make it easy. Thonn busied himself reviewing the information they had on the guy, but it wasn't much. Thonn knew the guy's name was and what he looked like, but little else. It would have been great to have more, but they'd have to make do. Trying to catch this guy quick was far better than sitting back and waiting for better intelligence while the guy remained free. They knew he was here right now, and if they didn't catch him soon he might end up anywhere in the galaxy.

"I'm going to put us down in the spaceport. If our target isn't there, then he'd probably be at a redlight district. It's a corporate town, they have to have some pleasure house somewhere,"

"Fair bet for an escaped convict. Sounds like the first place we oughta start looking." Thonn replied, checking over his weapons one last time before they'd depart. Though he'd loaded it onto the ship, his rotary cannon was best left behind. It might draw too much attention, and flying in as the sole ship in the sky had already gotten them enough of that. He had his GALAAR-15 carbine instead, along with his disruptor pistol holstered on his hip with plenty of ammo to feed both.

Once they touched down, Thonn gave Siv a nod in reply and made for the ship's exit, tossing a similar cloak around him. That, and the storm helped obscure their appearance as they made their way onward in search of their target.

"Brother!" Volo called out, and Thonn turned to the presence of another with them for the mission. Volo was good to see, and between the three of them, they might find this guy quick. And the sooner the better – they might count on this guy taking a moment to enjoy his new temporary freedom, but he wasn't bound to stay put for long.

"Volo! A good sight in this karking weather after all." Thonn remarked in greeting, though he didn't slow down. Time remained of the essence.

 

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R​

Objective: Eliminate Target
Tag: Thonn Rokkal | Volo Dragr

Siv saw the starfighter before he saw the man who piloted it, but his face remained as grim as the helmet that covered it. Thonn's greeting was much warmer than Siv's, that was for sure. "You cut quite the cinematic edge, brother," he grunted, walking in step with Rokkal as they preceded forward toward the starport. "Maybe if the Guildmaster gig doesn't work out you can audition for a holodrama. Kestri isn't going to be happy about this," he called over his shoulder as they walked on past Volo.

He didn't know why he was being so brusque with his brother in arms, quite literally one of the last few people in the galaxy he could genuinely call kin. Maybe it was the storm, or the storm was just a coincidence, but there was an edge on Siv that he couldn't shake. Restlessness and frustration mixed into a pot made for a bitter soup.

He was just about to turn around, to maybe offer a kind word in a lame attempt of reconcilement when a laser bolt slammed into his chest. Ablative kinetic dampers underneath his beskar plating absorbed the kinetic force of the blow, preventing his insides from being turned into jelly, but the force still drove him backward several paces. Instinctually he reached for his pistol, but a second crack over the storm and his pistol had been quite literally shot out of his holster before he could draw it. "Chit," he swore, ducking to the side and shifting over to cover, before turning on infrared and electro scans on his helmet's HUD. "Anyone got a visual?"

 

[Volo Dragr]

OPERATION - BREAKOUT
OBJECTIVE : CHRISTOPHSIS
ALLIES : Siv Dragr | Thonn Rokkal | Mandalorians
HOSTILES : Escaped Convicts
- - - - -
B R E A K O U T

Volo spun on his heel, keeping pace with his clan-brother. "I am aware of the flak awaiting me on Kestri. That is why I am here." he replied calmly, helmet comms sparing him from shouting over the storm. Truthfully, he wished he could say that Siv's words had cut deeply, but when your usual partner happens to be Vren Rook... you develop a thick skin. Besides, the severity of the situation got to them all sooner or later; the notion of being responsible for whatever had transpired at the Tidal Detainment Facility was less than pleasant.

All of that, however, was little compared to the brief moment of panic that overtook Volo as the plasma bolt struck his brother square in the chest- Instinctively, his hand reached for his clan-brother, trying to grip him and steady him as he drew his own blaster. As the sniper was focused on Siv, Volo managed to return fire in the sniper's general direction, aiming to suppress rather than injure; there wasn't a chance in Hell that a pistol would do lasting damage from their distance.

"Rooftop, East by South East, I haven't got a shot." the seasoned hunter rattled off, moving to cover behind a small ship, keeping suppressive fire on the sniper's last known even as he moved.

"Siv, you hit?" he called out, concern evident in his usually monotonous and condescending tone.
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[Thonn Rokkal]

Objective: Eliminate Target
Allies: Volo Dragr Siv Dragr

---

Siv's biting words took Thonn by surprise. He figured the guy had just been focused on flying earlier in the starship, though he seemed to be in a bit of a mood throughout. This seemed to be a bit more than just a mood though, and well beyond what he'd expected. If Siv and Volo had beef between them, it was news to Thonn. Well, this felt rather awkward to be in the middle of. He didn't really have much to add to the exchange, so he abstained from it entirely and continued walking in step with Siv in silence. He wished there might be a distraction from the unpleasantness before too long.

Maybe he should have been more careful what he wished for.

Siv had been shot, and by the time Thonn had his carbine drawn another blaster bolt flew his way and disarmed him. Aiming his weapon in the general direction the shots had been fire from, Thonn couldn't tell where the shooter actually was. The storm certainly didn't help matters much. Seeking cover was about all Thonn could do, moving to place a parked shit between himself and their ambusher while firing his blaster wildly in the direction of the threat.

"Rooftop, East by South East, I haven't got a shot."

"Kriff. That's too far for me to hit, either." Thonn remarked. He had a clear line of sight, but neither he nor his carbine were well suited to taking down a sniper. Accuracy wasn't a strong point of his. Though he usually preferred to make up for that deficiency though volume of fire, he was without the rotary cannon that provided it. He'd expected to be shooting from close enough distance that it wouldn't matter, but he was also without that and closing the distance was sure to get him shot.

Maybe that might actually help. Well, getting shot sure wasn't good, but if he was getting shot at, then Volo wasn't. Better for him to try and take the sniper out.

"I can draw fire, though. Give me the signal and I'll get his attention." He announced through the comms, shielded by the starship while he reloaded his carbine. He remained ready to pop out blasting on Volo's request. Thonn had yet to his anything with his carbine, and knew that he was bound to hit nothing in the manoeuvre. Hopefully the tactic would enable Volo to get a clear shot and take the guy out.

 

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R​

Objective: Eliminate Target
Tag: Thonn Rokkal | Volo Dragr

"I'm hit," Siv replied through gritted teeth. "Nothing serious, though." The blaster bolt had left a carbon scoring mark on his beskar that would come out with a little polishing; the metal itself was unharmed, and so was the wearer beneath. More importantly, he was disarmed; his blaster pistol lay clear out in the open, and even if he retrieved it he wasn't sure whether or not all its components would be in functioning order from such a direct hit. The fact that the sniper they were after had been able to pick off such a small target with such cold precision spoke volumes about their skill. And their lethality.

He looked around, trying to gauge his surroundings. The rain poured hard on them, obscuring thermals and slicking the metal ground with heavy moisture. The maglock soles in Siv's boots prevented him from slipping, but only just. Hopefully, the same rain that poured on the Mandalorians was pouring on their target, too.

"Use the storm to your advantage," Siv suggested over the comms and he continued to survey the battlefield. Various parked starcraft and containers provided ample line-of-fire obstructions, both for the sniper and the Mandalorian hunters. "Thonn, try to draw his fire. I'll encircle from the right. On my mark." He held his breath for a moment before exhaling, steadying the pace of his heartbeat as he counted down on his mind. Finally, "GO!"