The Hound of Keldabe
Location: Bridge of Command Ship
Objective: Finish Spiced Caf
The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught exited hyperspace with her escort in the Esfandia System. The Mandalarian command ship and company had their sights upon the barren planet and more specifically the Long Range Communication base she kept. The planet was a free floating proto-world in Wild Space with enough radiation to sport a liquid atmosphere and in turn life, in its own special way.
Sitting, once again, stoically upon the command chair of the Ash'amur was Field Marshal Strider Garon. The Warrior as of late seemed to making more use of the chair while collecting more territory for the glory of Mandalore and their rights to rule the galaxy. His helmet was safely placed on the left and command console while he patiently and calmly worked on his cup of spiced caf, his third favorite beverage in the galaxy.
The Mission at hand was to secure the planet and and most importantly the ancient long range communications base. Intel had shown that the base itself was being use as a mobile hideout for a unknown pirate crew. Unfortunately for them they are sitting on a prize that the Mando'ade would like to claim as their own and such freeloaders will be dealt with swiftly.
After a long gulp of his caf, the old man would place his attention to the bridge crew "Launch the fighters and transports. I want those freeloaders out of my base by lunch!"
"Now hail the Star station and inform them of our arrival!"
Objective: Finish Spiced Caf
The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught exited hyperspace with her escort in the Esfandia System. The Mandalarian command ship and company had their sights upon the barren planet and more specifically the Long Range Communication base she kept. The planet was a free floating proto-world in Wild Space with enough radiation to sport a liquid atmosphere and in turn life, in its own special way.
Sitting, once again, stoically upon the command chair of the Ash'amur was Field Marshal Strider Garon. The Warrior as of late seemed to making more use of the chair while collecting more territory for the glory of Mandalore and their rights to rule the galaxy. His helmet was safely placed on the left and command console while he patiently and calmly worked on his cup of spiced caf, his third favorite beverage in the galaxy.
The Mission at hand was to secure the planet and and most importantly the ancient long range communications base. Intel had shown that the base itself was being use as a mobile hideout for a unknown pirate crew. Unfortunately for them they are sitting on a prize that the Mando'ade would like to claim as their own and such freeloaders will be dealt with swiftly.
After a long gulp of his caf, the old man would place his attention to the bridge crew "Launch the fighters and transports. I want those freeloaders out of my base by lunch!"
"Now hail the Star station and inform them of our arrival!"