Private Charges to Hefi

[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to the Hefi system.
Ships: Valiant-class arms freighter (Cargo: Baradium bisulfate mining charges), HA-2 Pike squadron
Tags: Celt Saxon

Mig sat aboard the Valiant-class V-32 as it neared its destination, Hefi. Someone was working on a mining site in the system, and had contracted CST for some mining charges. Wasn't too far outside of warheads that had been made like the BM-1 Clean Sweep. Really all it was was the warhead design of the HM-3 Blister, replacing the anti-Bryn baradium warhead with it's less dangerous brother. Add some remote trigger systems and boom. Mining charge. The one thing the Mandalorian didn't like was that Hefi was in Enclave space. Might've seemed weird to anyone that didn't know him, but it was also part of why a Valiant was handling this payload instead of a standard freight convoy with escort. Plus pirates tended to stay away from heavily armed freighters, and Mig wasn't blind to what those charges could be in the wrong hands. He'd seen Clean Sweeps in action after all.

"Hey Mig! We're about to leave hyperspace, should we prep the Pikes for launch?" Mig quickly looked at the flight lead, giving a nod.

"Yeah. No chances," He just nodded, while Mig quickly went to wake up his boys, Ilyushin and Souma, so they could learn a thing or two about the less combat oriented side of the clan. The leg work that kept things running smoothly. As he did, the arms freighter would leave hyperspace, soon moving to a standard alert as the crew began to get in touch with navigation control for the system to set their course.

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Near Hefi
Objective: patrol run
Tag: Mig Gred
Equipment: In bio

Celt sat on the bridge of her Strike Frigate she had taken a few weeks off of the front lines whilst her broken ankle she had received on Ryloth healed up. The surgeons and the Bacta had worked miracles, repairing the joint almost as good as new, but she had been advised to avoid front line combat for a short time. She had also used this time to review the performance of her commandos on Ryloth, her chemical weapons had been mostly effective at their job, but the intervention of the Jedi had made things more complicated.

"We've got another, Valiant, carrying mining charges and registered to an unfriendly clan, Greg." The security officer said to their captain as the frigate detected and checked out the new entrant to the system. The Enclave was on a war footing and security had been stepped up, a clan that was not on friendly terms with the Enclave carrying tons of explosives to Hefi warranted extra checks. "OK, put me on comms, have their weapons and engines targeted in case we need it but do not engage."

A comm signal would come through in front of Mig Gred of the beautiful red haired woman wearing her armour but not her helmet.

"Ged registered vessel, I am Alor'ad Celt Saxon. You are entering secure territory under the control of the Enclave. Your ship is carrying high risk materials and is subject to checks. As you are also mandalorian I will first offer you the chance to invited me aboard your ship as a guest.>> the fact of the matter tone in her voice would tell Mig that although she was offering this courtesy out of respect to even estranged vod, she intended to be on his ship shortly whether he liked it or not.
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[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to the Hefi system.
Ships: Valiant-class arms freighter (Cargo: Baradium bisulfate mining charges), HA-2 Pike squadron
Tags: Celt Saxon

"Hey boys. We're almost there. Time to get up. We'll be delivering the charges soo...."

"Hey boss man. We've got a frigate on scanners. Transmission coming in." Mig looked at his comm, quickly tapping it.

"Patch it straight to R10." The practically ancient astromech grumbled a bit, quickly displaying the message, and Mig would soon lay eyes on Celt. What she would see was a Mandalorian that would look war hardened, scarred, maybe even pick up on the mismatched eyes. Yet he was calm, if distrusting of the whole situation. Along with a pair of half-Epicanthix boys, both in training armor of some form. He looked, taking a breath as he listened. He knew this could happen. Always could when carrying stuff like this, and somehow he imagined being involved in the evac of Ryloth didn't help matters.

"Saxon, this is Alor Mig Gred. Well, can't say I didn't expect this to come up. All our manifests should be in order though, but I don't see a reason to stop you, as long as the passengers, crew, and ship will be safe. I'll meet you at the docking bay with the captain and logistics officer." Once the line was cut, he looked at the twins and motioned for them to follow him. "Well, Souma, Illy, today you also get to learn how to defuse a situation, cause honestly when other houses are involved it feel like half of what I do."

"Jagyc'buir (dad), have you ever thought about not dealing with this kind of stuff?" Mig looked at Illy, smiling a bit.

"Sometimes, ad. But since V-32's crew isn't captained by a vod I figured this would be an issue. But you'll see how to handle it without a weapon... hopefully. And I want both of you to pay attention, not talking in your heads. Got it?"

"Oya!"

"Yes sir." Mig just smiled and nodding walking over to the docking bay where a shorter Mandalorian focused on a datapad and a Cathar with standard Gred Fleet logistics captain patches on his rough uniform. Honestly to say the clan and the non-Mandalorian members of Gred Fleet had uniform standards would be giving them too much credit. There were patches, marking, and the like that were consistent, but even after all this time there was no standard uniform.

"So Mando, what can we expect?"

"It's the Enclave. Honestly a coinflip."

"What is it you say? Osik?"

"Yep. Whole load of it."

"This will be fun."

"At least I have the manifests ready the moment they get here."

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Near Hefi
Objective: patrol run
Tag: Mig Gred
Equipment: In bio

Gred? She recalled that name but had little to no interactions with their clan, and today she got to meet with their Alor. She would need to remain respectful, even from an unaffiliated clan that office meant something, but she couldn't help wonder why a clan, apparently active within Enclave space had not sworn itself to the cause.

Shortly...

The now fully armoured form of Celt walked from the shuttle that had landed on the deck of the Gred vessel and she walked towards when Mig Gred awaited her arrival. Around her her commandos checked that the hangar was secure to allow the specially trained customs operatives to do their job without impedement. The commandos were clearly highly trained and on a combat ready footing, but they made no agressive moves towards the crew, that was hosting them, it waa merely a well practiced drill.

"Alor Mig Gred, its is a pleasure to meet you, if all is in order I'm sure this wont take very long." She extended her arm in a traditional greeting to the man as one of her sergeants requested the manifest from one of the Alor's assistants. It would be checked and then inspections on the cargo.would be carried out, it was all very standard practice and would hopefully not lead to hostilities.

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[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to the Hefi system.
Ships: Valiant-class arms freighter (Cargo: Baradium bisulfate mining charges), HA-2 Pike squadron
Tags: Celt Saxon

As the commandos began looking around, a V-4D utility droid rolled off multiple annoyed trills as it tried to go about its maintenance job. One of the other crew members, a Lasot, looked at the droid.

"Just ignore them Snitch and help me get this dataline fixed." A few more beeps would come from the droid, as it seemed to scan the wall. Mig just looked over a bit, shaking his head before quickly shaking Celt's hand. He'd nod a bit, looking at her as he spoke.

"Same to you, Celt Saxon. We tend to be pretty thorough about these kind of payloads. It's not pure baradium, but it still packs a punch." The shorter Mando would meanwhile look at the sergeant, handing over the manifest datapad to him as they went about looking over the ship. The V-32's captain looked over, extending a hand as well.

"And I'm Krai Boles. Captain of the V-32 here."

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Near Hefi
Objective: patrol run
Tag: Mig Gred
Equipment: In bio

"OK, cool." she said positively. The man was respectful and cooperative, she had no feeling that this would go wrong so she began to relax a little while her crew carried out the inspection. There was a lot of explosives here, but as the man had said, it was all coming up as registered and matched the intended purposes.

"Think we can trust this lot not to start an inter-clan war?" she laughed to the Alor. "Got a good bar on this ship?" It was always interesting to make association's with other clans and find out their story, whether it was to expand the influence of the Enclave, or simply to expand her own knowledge of rich mandalorian culture.

"I'd like to learn more about your Clan, you aren't sworn to the Enclave, so I'm curious." the most noted mention of Gred Fleets that she was aware of was as rescue fleets and evacuation fleets from world in conflict, it was a noble cause, even if it was one that was probably below the calling of a Mandalorian.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to the Hefi system.
Ships: Valiant-class arms freighter (Cargo: Baradium bisulfate mining charges), HA-2 Pike squadron
Tags: Celt Saxon

Mig nodded a bit, chuckling as he thought. "I mean I'm not looking to start one today." He then looked over to the halls, starting to head somewhere. "And yes there's a bar. It's still a Mando'ad built ship. Boles, you've done this a thousand times so just keep up the work." The Cathar would simply nod, getting back to making cargo transfer prep. Meanwhile, Illy and Souma would continue following a bit curiously, though really it was probably more their not being much to do on a working freighter. As they got to the small bar area, and Mig pulled out the somewhat fruitier blend of tihaar that his clan had... mostly bashed together while floating through space. He had to admit, Celt's question surprised him. A lot of his fellow Mandalorians wouldn't likely ask about his clan. He poured some of the tihaar in a glass, sliding it to her before pouring some of his own and answering as best he could.

"Well, we aren't the biggest of clans, fall under House Solus. We have a knack for melee combat, and some Force practices specific to us. As you can guess that does mean we kept to ourselves back when Ra was in charge. Would start finally interacting more with the other clans after his time. Modifying ships... eventually creating a vessels I like to think could be a match for MandalMotors at their best. Really saved our hides after the Sith invasions....

You mentioned not being sworn to the Enclave.... Use to take jobs with the Enclave when is operated under the CIS. Ironic all things considered, but brought in credits, and kept the Fleet going after Hammerfall. No more the the jetii did with work though. It wasn't.... It wasn't until the Enclave began to operate more as crusaders that I backed the clan away. Helped more with dealing with the Bryn than the Enclaves call.... One I heard a Maw vod use to justify what happened to Panatha." Something there... something definitely would hit more home to Mig about it. He sighed a bit, eying his own drink more. He looked back up, pointing to his left eye. "Wanna take a guess why it doesn't match the right?"

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Near Hefi
Objective: patrol run
Tag: Mig Gred
Equipment: In bio

Celt had missed out on the fight with the Maw, and from what she had heard she was one of the lucky ones.

"Wanna take a guess why it doesn't match the right?"

"In battle? One of there or one of ours?" she grinned, she had no beef with Gred, but it sounded like a history of turmoil. She nodded with an impressed look when he mentioned his ambition to create a powerful fleet. "Solus is out of Vanquo right? Not met many of them myself.

So you pulled away while the crusade began... why? Because you felt you were needed elsewhere or for ideloligcal reasons?" she placed her drink to her mouth. He didnt sound like a coward, the Brynadul were terrifying combatants, but to walk away from the largest gathering of mandalorian culture puzzled her, perhaps it was her age, it was all she had ever known after all, she'd be lost without the Enclave, and even more without her clan.

She raised an eyebrow as if putting things together. "You say you pulled away taking work for the Enclave, how do you see us now? Who are the explosives for?" there were splinter groups on Hefi, but there were also independent companies, there was a right answer to this, but her heart thumped as she waited for him to respond.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to the Hefi system.
Ships: Valiant-class arms freighter (Cargo: Baradium bisulfate mining charges), HA-2 Pike squadron
Tags: Celt Saxon

Mig chuckled a little. "One of theirs. CIS soldier on Taanab bashed by helmet in, but only reason I'm still alive. And yeah. They're on Vanquo. Not the safest world, but definitely a very Mandalorian place to put down roots." He then heard all her questions, thinking about how to answer all these questions. He looked down at his drink, sighing.

"Cause I've seen where these kind of things go...." He remarked with a pained look on his face. "Someone I trusted turned out to be a demagulka (monster, war criminal), and he lead something very similar. Heck, the war with the Old Republic, the attempts to purge Force sensitives. I could go on. You could say it's ideology I guess. Plus, some of those new tenents don't exactly work. That cathar earlier. Learned Mando'a in the Fleet, but never took the creed. Many others like him too. At least half the people from the vanguard fleet days.... The call for no Sith, no exceptions. My wife was a servant to the Sith. My boys out their are half Epicanthix. What does that mean for them? Where's the line drawn, cause the Maw sure seemed to think it was the entire planet of Panatha." It was pretty clear he wasn't blaming Celt for this, but the hurt of what all happened that day bubbled up. That something about that battle was more personal to Mig than many others. He closed his eyes, breathing to calm himself down, and refocus on the last question. At least that one was easy enough.

"As for who the charges are for, we are very thorough with this kinda stuff. Larsiro Mining Solutions. Have a few other operations in the region, and made sure someone saw them themselves before final shipment. I think the Hefi operation is mining many of the metals and minerals that make up durasteel and duraplast. And how I see the Enclave.... I honestly don't know. Teetering on the edge of a choice that could change how the galaxy view all of us yet again."

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Near Hefi
Objective: patrol run
Tag: Mig Gred
Equipment: In bio

"Demagulka? Big word to throw around, sounds a little like Ra Viszla to be honest" she shrugged and looked at her data pad with a smile. "Looks like you are all good here on the inspection front." that was a relief, she wasn't exactly in the most tactically advantageous spot if hostilities somehow started.

She considered his words she agreed with the policies against the Sith in the most part, perhaps was more pragmatic. "The Sith isn't a race, it is a creed... now doesn't that sound familiar?" she laughed at the irony. "The Sith are our enemy, they always have been, probably always will be, considering the extent of our success over the years. But birth doesn't make a Sith, more does association. You say your boys are half epi? I'm going to bet you a kilo of beskar that they haven't been going around enslaving, burning and torturing, you wouldn't call yourself a mandalorian if that were the case." her smile was friendly and genuine. In her eyes they weren't an exception because unless they acted in a way that no mandalorian save the deathwatch might approve of, they weren't truly Sith.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to the Hefi system.
Ships: Valiant-class arms freighter (Cargo: Baradium bisulfate mining charges), HA-2 Pike squadron
Tags: Celt Saxon

Mig looking down at his drink. "Australis. One of the reasons our older Echo cannons literally have a lock in their targeting system to prevent planetary bombardment." He then nodded, hearing the inspection checked out. He chuckled a bit, taking a sip of his drink. "Good. Better to have that clear then hanging."

He then listened as Celt responded to some of his own worries. He nodded along with her words, thinking about everything as he looked back at the her. "No. At least not that I know of. You and I know that though.... Maybe it's nothing, but it's just one of those things that worries me. Heck, maybe it's being in space so long. Couldn't exactly survive out there without some exceptions."