Come Pubbies, Come Frolic With Us (EVERYONE IS INVITED: Balmorra)

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="CC-195 Caboose"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Kallion"]

Preliat took a long while, before staring at the Commander. He wasn't exactly comfortable with it, but the situation was different than what he had been informed of. He was under the impression that they considered themselves truly Mandalorian, which, obviously, they weren't. He nodded at the Commanders words, and then, without even uttering a word, or even looking at the clone in question, drew and leveled his Beskad with the clone that threatened me. His eyes never left the clone commander. He definitely was a true Mandalorian Rally Master, and lead by example in combat and in war.

"I take threats against my life very seriously. I suggest your man learns this. And you and I both know why we did that. Dromund Kaas...is the epitaph, the very essence of the Sith. We did what everyone else failed to do. We made the Mandalorians feared again. We made the Sith tremble, and remember why not to cross us. And forgive me, but I was under the impression that you all were...crusading as Mandalorians. My apologies."

He removed the Beskad from the clone's neck, and slid it back to his back. He drew it rather quickly, showing his proficiency with the weapon. He didn't even look at the clone whom he almost just slit the throat of, remaining calm, even if he almost did just kill a clone.

 

[Djorn Bline]

This is truly the most stupidest, the most idiotic mando Canal had ever met. After witnessing the attack the idiot mando did to his CO, Canal quickly pulled out his pistol and aimed it point blank at the mando's head. He was so tempted to pull the trigger. He wished if this was a fight between him and the mando so he can send him to the fiery depths of hell.

"You call yourself a Mandolorian warrior, scum? If you ask me I think that's really cute of you that you think you are one," Canal said with a small laugh ridiculing the man. "And I wouldn't do that crazy stupid stunt that you just to my brother in front of me. I can killed you right now but I don't want to screw up things," Canal said and took out his knife.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Confederate soldiers fighting Mandalorians on a Republic world?

It was their lucky day. This could have brought Jedi attention. Instead, the incident just woke up a nearby nuna. Scrabbling frantically at the constraints of wakefulness, the nuna struggled to get some clue of what was going on.

It burst between @[member="CC-117 Canal"] and @[member="Preliat Mantis"] with a terrified "BUCKAWWW," and took off in a zigzag course for what looked like safety.

 

[Valik]

While a diplomatic incident was occurring on the docks, Valik was examining a report on the shipping manifest. The data on cloning equipment was inconsistent, it seemed as Vlen was a man who used several couriers to obtain his information. Smart, Valik couldn't figure out the man's system in a glance. At a glance he did manage to find a lot of impounded shipments. Smuggled weapons, armor, bombs, equipment. Seemed a lot of people wanted to raid the factory worlds, and the dock here stopped a good bit of that.

"This impounded shipment here mentions five 'hives'. What is that?" He asked the Bothan, who took a quick look at the shipping manifest.

"Balmorra has an awful little bug with a tendency to chew through metal. They're like termites with a fondness for Durasteel." He said, and Valik pondered for a moment the Bothan's explanation before looking around to see if anyone else was paying attention to them. They weren't, and holocamera's seemed out of the way. Interesting indeed.

"Everything looks good, except for this one." He said, pointing to the five impounded metalmite hives. "You've overreported, I have it on a reliable source that only three hives were impounded. If you could rectify this error I think you'd have everything in order for that promotion." He tempted, and the Bothan gave him a sly look, before nodding.

"I'll have the error cleaned up for you, and that shipment you asked for loaded onto your ship. It was a pleasure seeing you inspector." The bothan confirmed their deal and headed off, going to change ledgers and give him his shipment of two hives of metal eating insects. He'd find out a couple days from now that Valik's darker complexioned disguise was not infact a dock inspector, and he'd likely be found out and fired, but it was no concern of Valik's. His only concern was gettting ready to change his transponder codes after he left the port.