Crushing Insects {Roche Asteroids}

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Nearing Roche Asteroid, Getting ready to land.
Equipment: In Sig ( exclude Heavy Weapon)
Tags: [member="Anija Betna"]

Dropping out of Hyperspace Saverok felt rather odd in his own old ship. A AEG-77 Vigo Gunship with old Mandalorian symbols all over. The ship had been thought lost during the battle of Fresia, battle of the Temple of pain but that was a myth. Though the Gen'dai himself had little relations with the mandalorians his physical appearance was that of their dead vod Kezeroth the Beholder, A perk he had sense he designed Kezeroth from birth.

With all intent and purposes Saverok was posing as his "son" and lesser self in order to get what he wanted. Phrik was a valuable metal in his mind and he could easily put it to use on the black market. Also the Verpine has rather unique weapon designs that could be examined and traded for. " Roche this is Mr. Malice... Requesting to land." Saverok spoke into the comm and waited for a response.

Things would get interesting if the Mandalorians found out he was a fraud but that was highly unlikely in his mind.

 

[Matreya]

Having landed quite a time ago, his makeshift Beskar'gam in place, Samael was at work amongst the workers found on the Asteroids. Passing multiple as he moved, he paused once to speak before moving on. It was just quick words about mining properly. Daemons had it in their blood; the craft was something that went back eons. Just as his father before him was trained in its uses, he was as well.

Dropping low to his haunches, he lifted a hunk of raw Phrik from the ground. Rolling it in his palm a moment, he then tossed it upward at the man whom had finally noticed he dropped it.

/"Don't lose the product. There is only a finite supply."/ Samael said, though in Mandoa. The language was one he knew well, but hadn't truly spoken in several years, so likely came off as rustic and bearing an accent.