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[Paragon of Virtue]

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Concord Dawn

Several Chaos Stealth Ship Mark 2's quietly moved about the space surrounding the planet Concord Dawn. Formerly a planet that belonged to the United Clans of Mandalore, it had since been taken over by the Sith Empire. Normally, a planet such as this would not be on the radar of the Agents of Chaos, but whispers that had come all the way from the Mid Rim to the Unknown Regions had ignited the interest of several individuals who had thought it would be a good idea to head there.

Connections were done. Messages were forwarded. Plans were made. The Varos Shipyards would be their target. They had managed to sneakily make their way through the Core and the Silver space, but now they would be tested; could they get to a planet at the edge of Sith Space, screw a shipyard up, and make it out alive? A full out fight with the Sith was out of the question – they didn't want it if they could avoid it. But could they come, pull a small terrorist act, and run away?

That would remain to be seen.

Some of the Chaos Stealth Ship Mark 2's began to break through the planet's atmosphere, headed down for the bit of the planet that the shipyard was located on. Their cargos were full of flammable equipment, detonators, and anything else that would help them destroy the place. Everything that good little insurgents needed.

Soon, the ships will land. Grab your toys, grab your flamethrowers, grab your Liquid Ion Sugar, and go cause havoc to the shipyard. But remember – be sneaky, be discreetly, and do not attract the attention of the Sith, who have recently claimed ownership to the planet. We are in enemy territory, not an Unknown Region backwater planet.

Let Chaos Reign.​

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[Be'iqaronn]

Location: Above the Varos Shipyards far out of atmosphere
Wearing: Renn's Tactical Gear | Cortosis Gauntlets
Equipment: The XR-18 Revolver | The Kinetic Dagger | K914 SMG
Ship: Chaotic Stealth Ship (cloaked)
Tags: Open

Renn sat in his ship looking at the planet. A light flashed behind him as a 3d map of the shipyard lay floated in the air. Turning he decided to look about the shipyard his eyes resting on the R&D Center. This was his personal target, he wanted to steal some weapons while he was down there, maybe even get new armor. His Revolver was by his side as he counted his ammo, he was ready to invade the shipyard already done studying the layout of the place. His HUD had its path being calculated and it was to his liking.

It wanted him to go above the part, wait for all the fighting then go into it. A grin crossed Renn's face as he knew it would be fun. His ammo counted he started to hit is dagger to charge it up. He turned it on, the light around it slowed, the blade was extremely hot and could start making a man uncomfortable within minutes. Turning it off he put it in his sheath, checking his SMG.

His ship slowly went down to the planet with the Mark 2's. Earlier he had taken some jammers and turned them on, making him invisible to radar and view. Watching the ground get closer he was ready.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Concord Dawn
HIMS Gunn Yage
4th Fleet, Task Force 49
Opposition: [member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Paragon of Virtue"]

The Gunn Yage sat and watched as starships reverted from hyperspace, alerts had been sent to headquarters and they would record the intruders. Orders not to shoot were issued but not because they were doing these people any favors. Rather they would sit and wait to see where they went, it also seemed to be a waste of resources to go after a set of ships that seemingly thought they could run right through Sith space without being noticed. Gemcutters, among other technologies aside a pair of eyes and basic vision, could see them and watch them go. The Yage was only one of many large lumbering giants that now loitered about Sith space. The more notorious hive of activity now occurred between Concord Belt and an orbital shipyard currently under construction. Outside of this Concord Dawn had embers of rebellion here and there, but nothing that couldn't be snuffed out with haste.

Imperial-minded colonists from Tion, Galidraan, and even Zygerria had carved Concord Dawn up from the scraps given to them by the Sith Empire. The goal was the complete elimination of the Mandalorian culture. Parts of the planet had been sealed off, which included the location of the Varos Shipyard and by now it was abandoned, left to ruins. If a soul lingered there they were not Sith-Imperials. Instead, the focus was placed on food production, after all the Concord Dawn was and is famously a breadbasket world. It would be a breadbasket for the Sith Empire and partially why Galidraan had such a vested interest, Tion was there for whatever money could be made while Zygerria would profit from its slave trade.

Covert operatives, agents of the Saaraishash and even the Jostaari were more than enough eyes and ears for the Sith Empire. As the so-called agents of Chaos landed they would be met thus far with silence, just the wind as it played through the blades of grass.

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Spoiler

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With: Tunnel Strill
Equipment: Bio
Tags: [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Paragon of Virtue"]

Jai sat there in the underground passage that had become his group's home. There were other places like this on Concord Dawn. The Tunnel Strill from the outside seemed disjointed and unorganized since they had many cells, but that was the point. Every cell could keep working on its own, even if the others fell. Still, Jai couldn't help but start to feel the Sith's grip tightening. He thought back to what they had done. They wanted none of what made the world Mandalorian left. It made him even more enraged at those dar'aliit (Not family. Worse than "dar'manda." [Not Mandalorian]). How could they side with the Sith!? Those monsters were destroying their culture, killing their people! They really did deserve what every Strill wanted to do to them. Dar'manda may have lost its touch with time, but giving one the title dar'aliit hadn't.

He then looked to his group. Plenty were just citizens, working in the background to keep things running, but he looked specifically to his team. Ina, the medic of the group, was sitting getting ready. Her left hand shook, almost stuck in a curled position. She had detonated a flash-bang in it to help them get away from Sith. Even though she said she'd get it in Bacta, the medic had focused so hard on her Vod she forget to keep herself health. She refused any cybernetics or braces either. Stubborn jack. The there were the brothers, Daric and Nex. Nex was only thirteen. True, he was an adult by Mandalorian standards, but still young. Thankfully, he was more their techie than anything, even if he was a bit of a novice. Daric looked more like your typical Mando, wearing normal armor and relying on the blaster of his Trayc'kad instead of the blade. There were other fighters, but these three tended to be his key members. And now they were off again.

This was different than there other missions since the invasion. This wasn't attacking patrols, blowing up military landers, or freeing their Vod that had been imprisoned. He knew chances were slim, but they may be tempted to use the equipment at Varos to speed up the construction, assuming they hadn't already pulled it. He wanted to be sure that, if he and the Tunnel Strill could prevent it, they'd keep the machinery from being usable now. With that, he, Ina, Daric, and Nex had begun to sneak their way to the old shipyard, bringing fusion cutters and some old "Droid Poppers" they managed to get a hold of. It was time for a bigger hit.

 

[Sam Gundar]

Location: Jumping from Concordia to Concord Dawn
Ship: HWK-290 freighter
Wearing: Beskar’gam
Equipment: | WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol x2 | Thermal Detonators x5 |
Tags: [member="Paragon of Virtue"] | [member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Reyn Australis"] | [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] | +Open



The swirling array of stars that shown through his ship’s cockpit as he advanced through hyperspace never stopped amazing Sam. It was simply beautiful. He was leaving his home, the moon Concordia of Mandalore after visiting his mother when he had received a strange Mandalorian transmission from Concord Dawn. Despite his novice flying, Sam had grown accustomed to smuggling himself through Sith territory. He didn’t do it too often, but progress of finding out what happened to his father after the defense of Mandalore was slim to none. His mother was the only family he knew of, so these visits were necessary between his contracts with the Black Sun. Despite her disapproval of his new profession. At least he knew wherever he was, alive or dead, his father would be proud of him.

So some of his vode were destroying a ship yard. Sam scoffed to himself as he listened to his worn down freighter sputter. Destroy? I might have to end up stealing a ship to get back off the planet.. Come to think of it. Sam paused and glared at his equipment, he had his two dual wielding WESTAR-35 blaster pistols, and a few thermal detonators he had managed to purchase after defending the Black Sun Pit Boss. Everything can really use an upgrade..

The Sith had forced him from his home, and possibly killed his father. He would help in whatever way he could. Even if he died in the process. But maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility he could take some goodies with him. He grabbed hold of the controls activated his sensor jammer before dropping out of hyperspace just outside the orbit of Concord Dawn.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Landing near the shipyard
Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] [member="Sam Gundar"] | + Open!

Her own ship had just landed. Scherezade sat a moment in the cockpit, eying the surface of Concord Dawn, the place that had once been the home of the Americus Clan and her friend [member="Daisy Americus"], from which they had been kicked by the reigning… Had it been the Mandalore? Scherezade wasn't sure about who'd sent the order, just that her friend's family had been banished from the planet. In truth, she had never thought she would visit it. It was a Mandalorian planet through and through, even if it was currently under Sith occupation, and would probably remain as such for a long time to come.

But then why was she here? The answer was simple. When loyalties shifted, so did the goals. Destroying the Mandalorian planets was, for the time being, a fantasy that would be shelved by the Sithling. There were more important things she had to do with it. No longer bound by the NAP agreement as she no longer served the group that enforced it, she was free now to hurt the planet. Make it bleed. And the bleeding, was with a purpose; they would destroy the Varos Shipyards to ensure the Sith Empire could not get its hands on it and benefit from its existence.

They would, most likely, not even care. The Sith Empire was large and sprawling, and the loss of the shipyard would not even be a tiny drop in their financial ocean. But it would make a statement. Not o the Sith, but to the Agents of Chaos. It would show them that they could. That if they could infiltrate into Sith territory and take out a shipyard, even with their numbers being what they were, they could move on and go do things that were so much bigger. Taking on unknown little empires in the Unknown Regions was entertainment, it was practice, but it was not enough. Discordia, and many of the Firsts, believed the time to move forward was ripe, and Scherezade was among those who agreed with it.

It had been [member="Reyn Australis"] that had told her of this shipyard. Who had planted the idea and had then been part of the planning.

And now here they were.

With a final sigh, Scherezade grabbed the last of her weapons and walked out to the planet. Even the air here smelled like Mando. And what would her grandmother say if she knew she was working with Mandalorians, for Mandalorians? Scherezade hoped the biatch would roll in her grave from the mere thought. The only loophole in that was that her grandmother wasn't dead, but just somewhere else.

"Remember, we're here to hit the yard and run away," she sent through the comms, "If you see locals, do not engage. If you see Sith, escape and alert us. This is the one time we don't open fire unless fired upon first. I promise to take those of you who need more violence out for Grysk hunting when we're back at the Scintilla."

Glowing green eyes rose to look at the yard. It was a shame they couldn't just… Lift it up and steal it back home. That would've saved them a lot of work in the future.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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Concord Dawn
Eyes of the Empire
[member="Reyn Australis"], [member="Renn Garrick"]
[member="Jai'galaar Gred"], [member="Sam Gundar"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Paragon of Virtue"]


Varos Shipyard laid abandoned still, having not seen use since before the Sith Empire's takeover. It remained in an observed territory known as the Outskirts, a haven for rebels and those who seek to undo the Empire's mighty hand on the planet surely. As for the so-called agents of chaos they would be watched, ships tracked and traced - as various members of the Saaraishash and even Imperial Intelligence watched every movement. If there was an attempt to not be seen they had already failed and many were flagged upon entering the system let alone touching down on the planet. It was only an uninspired interest that the Empire had noticed, yet another rebel cause yet another attempt at terrorism.

Meanwhile the colonies of Blackawton, Patong and Sascha laid far across Concord Dawn and each one attached to the main Sith-Imperial city of Fenn Rau. Security, as one could imagine, was heavy and yet even while the threat of insurrectionists lingered. There seemed to be nothing that would stop the vassal states from growing their colonies within the various systems of the Mandalorian State. They remained unaware of these malicious agents intent and blissfully so. Any attempts at distraction or violence would, of course, be met with violence, but the Sith were wholly uninterested - there was simply nothing to distract from.

Thus arrival by any at Varos Shipyards would be met only by a resounding silence, echoes of the wind across the blades of grass. An orchestra of lament throughout the abandoned structure where now dirt clots and seeds of grass begin to take root.

 

[Hanna]

Hanna
Post 1
Location: Landing at outskirts of Varos Shipyard, Concord Dawn
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, Phase I Sword of Eve, 4 Thermal Detonators
[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] [member="Sam Gundar"]

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Once more, Hanna jumped into certain danger in service to Discordia. She did it without fear or hesitation, since she held deep faith that the Dark Lady of Chaos was guarding her soul to ensure that it did not senselessly come to harm. Regardless, if she died or fell grievously injured, it would be a conscious sacrifice for the worthy cause of galactic liberation and peaceful anarchy. Unfortunately, that goal could not be achieved through non-violence and pacifism. The armies and fleets of the galactic empires were too great and enormous to give legitimacy to peaceful protest and petition. As such, they had to be met with equal and equivalent force, meted out with strategic ruthlessness. However, sometimes it was best to be tactful and clandestine in the application of violence. Often times, chaos could be brought about through the decapitation of a centralized location of strategic significance. One did not need to mow down millions of troops or thousands of capital vessels to push an enemy against the metaphorical wall. Instead, it was typically more efficient to strike at the institutions which supported their operation, including shipyards, factories, and sprawling farm worlds.

Before her feet even landed on the surface of Concord Dawn, Hanna was rapidly processing her surroundings in an effort to detect anomalies or a potential ambush. She was met only with grim and foreboding silence, which did not yet lend her much confidence in the success of the mission. Fortunately, the woman she was assigned to fight under was one of the most hyper-lethal assassins in the galaxy. If there was anyone who could see to the success of the mission in spite of dangerous odds, it was her.

When she looked back, she witnessed Scherezade deWinter walking out of the ship with a cool and confident stride. The diminutive Qilin’s wide-eyed expression was one of desperate admiration, love, and worship. To Hanna, the woman was a seemingly immortal figure. When she spoke, Hanna gave the salute of Chaos in affirmation of her words. Only Discordia herself (a woman who she considered to be a literal Goddess) stood higher in her imagination. Nevertheless, Scherezade was a prophet of the Dark Lady of Chaos. Everything she did was with the divine force of Discordia behind her.

As such, Hanna would follow the red-haired assassin to the brink of death (and perhaps beyond) without question, if ordered to do so.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Outskirts of Varos shipyard
Equip: A company of B.O.B. in a transport
Wearing: Armor and standard side arm, give or take a pair of thermal detonators
Tagging: AoC
Post: 1

"Well, what do you think?...
Its a distance, but that storm drain tunnel definitely looks like it exits from the main infrastructure."
Karlie were at a clip, looking through her range monocular just peeking over one of the hills..or what was left of one. the ground were still scorched and plant life was just starting to reclaim it.

She had gotten reports, captured imagery of what had taken place here months prior. The sith, or vermin as Karlie referred to them as, had taken this system with extreme prejudice. They had literally scorched most of the system.
Sure Concord dawn had been a tactical Mandalorean target because of it's shipyards, but it had also been an agricultural system with network of farms and settlements.
Well the sith saw in razing these farmlands as a tactical means of flushing the settlers out, as there would be little if nothing at all for them to defend.

'Map matrix indicate NW-4 tunnel has been decommissioned and diverted following engineering renovations before the invasion.' her companion Battle droid informed her. Karlie had come down upon the system, via the Southern pole axis on the B.O.B.T. transport and had made her way up to a secure location on the outskirts of the Varos shipyards. Currently, she had brought on this scouting mission 3 of her droids, leaving the rest of the company on standby. No sense marching a hundred battle droids toward what had yet to be determined a viable entry point to the subterranean networks of tunnels that ran not only under the city, but the shipyards as well.

Karlie slithered back under cover and looked over her three droids. She had done much renovations on them as well...mods and retrofits to both their armaments as well as processors. This were an optimal field test for them..her pet project.
"BT-1, you lead the way to the tunnel...you two cover my butt." She said, taking out her side arm and giving it another check over before she holstered it again.

'By your command'

"Uhm.." She stopped in mid track.
"About that....lets dispense with the command replies, ok?"

The droids remained silent, other than their red scanner panning across their buckets.

"Ok...on mark..." Karlie then tapped the lead droid and off they went toward the distant storm drain, keeping well below the sight horizon.

 

[Tobias Dib]

His name was Tobias.
His name was Mordecai.

His name was neither.
His name was both.

He could remember his childhood with his brother Han. Their parents. Their ba'buir Adria. He could remember the horde upon Manda'Yaim. The Gate. The Nether. The past that flowed as present.

And yet he remembered the obsidian throne. The thousands of subjects that fed his ambition ... and his Hunger. He remembered his death at the hand of Jedaii and traitorous disciples. He remembered the Nether. He remembered the twins that defeated him, and birthed him to life once more.

He remembered the cessation of the Clans of Mandalore, the arrival of the Sith Empire. No, that wasn't right ... That wasn't history but the present. That had happened recently, it wasn't jumbled memory of an ancient past or an eradicated future. Yet it was still sand drifting through the hour glass, never to be stopped now revisited.

The form rose from the shallow indention in the earth, soil slipping from his matte, black armor as he stood. The debris cascaded from his form as he blinked causing the HUD to cycle through to infrared allowing him to see the heat signature of the vessels approaching the surface of Concord Dawn. There was no echo on sensors, yet a ship entering the atmosphere even at relative speeds caused friction which meant heat. And the ripples in the Force called to him as a moth to the flame.

A quick scan narrowed down the potential target in his mind to the abandoned Varos facility. A quirk of hidden lips at the coincidence that he was already making his way there and paused for rest before his arrival. Coincidence or the Force, it mattered not.

Allowing the Force to imbue his body he began jogging toward where he watched as the ships began setting down. A glance at the nearly transparent reading pop-up of his beskar'gam indicated his suit was sealed, powered, and ready for engagement.

The six and a half foot tall armored form ate the distance separating the man from the landing party, and the abandoned facility.

 

[Atin Alo'ran]

Location: Landed on Concord Dawn, out-skirts of the shipyard
Equipment:Knuckle Plate Vibro-Blade, Dura-Steel Clan Armor Mounted w/ Flamethrower, 3x Thermal Detonators DT-29 Heavy Blasterx2, Westar 35 Carbine, Repulsor Pack, Fibercord Whip
Ship: Endeavour


It had been a long time since Atin has given up his time in the service of his people, long ago had he disapproved of the course of the Empire he once had served with fierce loyalty, but now his home world was under attack by the darkness that is the twisted Sith. He returned home to fight for his people once more, to fight for his home planet as he rushed towards the Ship-Yard his eyes scanned for any signs of others, he would tap a few things on his wrist PDA to send out an encrypted message to any other Brothers of Mandalore that might be in the area. Atin placed his helmet onto his head, drawing his Westar 35 as he marched onward.

[member="Tobias Dib"][member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]@Hanna@Sith Muse[member="Reyn Australis"][member="Sam Gundar"][member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

The small group had managed to sneak their way in, but it had become apparent to everyone there seemed to be nothing here. Daric was the one who finally spoke up, grabbing their young leader's shoulder.
"Jai. They aren't planning anything. Let's face it, this is a waste of good popper we could use to trash a speeder or something." Jai stayed quiet, quickly grabbing a popper and prepping it. It was then that Ina quickly grabbed his arm with her good hand.

"For osik sake, Jai! What's even the point. Do the dar'jetti's dirty work for them?" He looked at her, sighing. He shook his head and turned to the others.

"No one even knows we're alive. Only folks that know we're here want us dead! It doesn't seem to matter what we do they don't even miss a beat!" He got annoyed, ready to punch the machinery he was near before Nex spoke up.

"I hear something." Jai quickly pulled his weapons, ordering everyone to be on alert. The Mandalorian then looked around, looking for who was there. He stayed quiet, before calling out in Mando'a.

"Vod, dar'jetti, ot dar'aliit? (Brother/Sitser, Sith, or not family?)"

[member="Tobias Dib"] [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] [member="Hanna"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Sam Gundar"] [member="Atin Alo'ran"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Landing near the shipyard
Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] [member="Sam Gundar"] [member="Hanna"] [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] [member="Tobias Dib"]b [member="Atin Alo'ran"] | + Open!

The silence on Conrd Dawn was deafening. The last time Scherezade had been on a Mandalorian planet, it had been to the capital, and noise of activity had been all around her. Comparable to that, this area was a ghost town, entirely void of life. She didn't trust it. Having fought both against and with the Sith Empire before, every instinct in her gut told her that this calmness was a falsity, that the moment they decided it was time to leave, they would meet heavy resistance.

For herself, she was rarely worried. But were the other Agents up to that? Her own assumptions were that no, they were not yet strong enough to take on the wrath of the Empire. In her eyes, they did not have enough experience together yet, had no training in group combat with each other. Zosha and that other place had been easy because they were facing inferior opponents. The same could not be said against the government that held this planet now.

Glancing to Hanna, Scherezade smiled. There were a handful of them there, and they began to make their way over the last desolation and towards the shipyard. As they did so, Scherezade allowed herself to sense forward with the Force. It would give her nothing about droids of machinery, but in terms of people who might have been there and were not actively concealing their presence, she would know. What she got though, confused her. There were… People. They did not feel like Sith Empire to her, though she could not deny the sense of the Darkside that loomed almost everywhere. But that latter bit, was more or less a common occurrence in most places she got to.

Part of her wanted to touch them through the Force – to give them a poke, to say, I am here. Yet what would that serve? If they were enemies, she would only alert them to her presence, assuming they were not yet aware of it. If they were not enemies, that mere poke could turn them into such. Ugh. These parts were always so confusing. She wished her sister was with them; when it came to human management, Madalena was the actual commander between the twin sisters. Scherezade was the deadly blade.

"So what should I write on their shipyard?" she asked with a grin once they were actually within touching distance. She could still feel others present, and she knew they were not that close yet. At least, not close enough to be within sight. If they had any long range weapons, they'd better use them, since both she and Hanna were great in close range combat. Until then though, she got a spray can ready. In a not so distant distance, she could sense [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"], and smiled. She'd call the blonde woman soon enough. "How about Chaos was here? Do you think that would make a-"

But she never finished her question, because someone who was much closer than she thought they were, had yelled out- "Vod, dar'jetti, ot dar'aliit?"

Scherezade did not understand the Mando language, and she groaned. By the tone, she wasn't certain whether she was being asked who she was, or asked whether her mother was a headless chicken. For all she knew of certain Mandalorian tastes, it could've been both.

Looking at Hanna with a grin still on her face, she answered; "Oya!" to [member="Jai'galaar Gred"]'s calling. That was what they liked to scream, wasn't it? And she was pretty sure she hadn't insulated that the caller's mother was a turkey.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Outskirts of Varos shipyard, drainage tunnels
Equip: A company of B.O.B. in a transport
Wearing: Armor and standard side arm, give or take a pair of thermal detonators
Tagging: AoC
Post: 2

The entrance way were more of a forgotten exit to the drainage tunnels, or as her lead droid pointed out, an overflow tunnel. One which had not been in use or had actually never come to be used. Seemed the Mando's were not only efficient ship builders here at one time, but rightly so were creditable engineers. Karlie filed that little fact in her head... and thanked Berkana it were not one of the main sewage tunnels.
Although the latter, she may have jumped the gun there...

"Uhg..." She barely could budge the laser cut dura-steel bars, before stepping back and letting the other droid move it out of the way.

"You know... you could make like it's not made of paper or something. A grunt or two goes a long way with me, you know.."
But no, the droid didn't grunt, not show any effort of struggling with the heavy dura-steel bar framework that he moved to the side.

"Show off..." She muttered under her breath, sending down the large pipe a concentrated beam of illumination.

"Damn..." Up 40 meters ahead, the tunnel seemed to dip, curve down. It were a vent tunnel after all.
"...looks like we'll have to go down before we go up..."She sighed, before nodding for the lead droid to uhm...take the lead.

 

[Azel Moran]

BRRRRWARRRRRRRRRRRR

The massive angle grinder was built for use by binary load lifters. It wasn't meant to be handheld. Moran wiggled his face to adjust the fit of his eye protection as he lugged the massive grinder across what used to be a shipyard floor. Dust and corrosion were everywhere, but under that corrosion was Very Good Metal, if you knew where to look. He did. And sure, the grinder would ruin the temper on the metal in question, but back home in Confederate space he had the resources to rework all that. What mattered was the metal.

RHWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The grinder sheared into a corroded industrial striking head as big around as Moran's thigh. A waterfall of sparks filled the cavernous room and rattled off disused factory equipment. Detritus caught fire, adding to the stink of the grinder and the burning beskar.

RHWEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR


@anyone

 

[Atin Alo'ran]

Atin would proceed forward, alone with his Westar raised breathing slowly. Nobody had answered his call out on the radio so he simply assumed he was alone so he pressed forward. Stepping over the various bits of abandoned equipment and scattered material he'd look upwards before activating his pack. Spurring to life it'd launch him into the air and carry the young warrior to higher ground, landing atop a solid piece of metal he'd crouch back down activating his helmets zoom feature, he'd begin to scan the horizon around him before swiftly, his helmet would ping several noises, his Aural Amplifier picking it up.


""Vod, dar'jetti, ot dar'aliit?" the words rung through his helmet, forcing small smile. It has been some time since he last heard Mando'a spoken by anyone other than himself. His body would turn towards the location of the yelling, pin-pointed by his local radar and set forward--once reaching a good enough distance he'd yell back "Vod, Ni cuy' olar!" (Brother, I am here!)

[member="Tobias Dib"][member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]@Hanna@Sith Muse[member="Reyn Australis"][member="Sam Gundar"][member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Tobias Dib]

His pace slowed as he neared the perimeter of the facility. A quick scan did not reveal an active field nor any potential energy spikes that could possibly place a hidden defensive measure. Everything on the outskirts appeared to be abandoned. The helm raised to watch the ships begin to drop the final distance to the ground where more then likely units would disperse. He frowned within the confines of his buy'ce. Perhaps walking up and saying oya would not be the most feasible or intelligent aspect. Turning away from the ships he directed his course for the main buildings of the facility.

Several large ships rested on the grounds, impressive displays of engineering ingenuity. The fact that the ships still resided there made him assume they were not prototypes but displays. A simple scan confirmed his suspicions as no circuitry, armaments, or poisons units were found. Marketing display.

Continuing onward he reached a set of blast doors. They had been peeled back with what looked like blaster fire, plasma cutters, and even an explosion before opening to whoever had demanded entry. Ducking his head he slipped into the entrance and blinked switching visual input to enhance the light spectrum.

Walking through the corridors was reminiscent of a graveyard. Fallen machinery and gadgets marked the end along the path. Memorabilia of what has once been living, thriving were now reminders that the end finds everyone and everything. Inevitably.

His boots made a muffled sound on the ground, debris scattered about like a minefield. But unlike a mine that was active everything here was dead. All except for the scavengers and newly arrived. He turned down another hall and continued to forray deeper within the facility though the sounds of noises and voices finally became perceptibly audible.

[member="Renn Garrick"] I [member="Sith Muse"] I [member="Reyn Australis"] I [member="Jai'galaar Gred"] I [member="Sam Gundar"] I [member="Scherezade deWinter"] I [member="Hanna"] I [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] I [member="Atin Alo'ran"] I [member="Azel Moran"]

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Outskirts of Varos shipyard, drainage tunnels
Equip: A company of B.O.B. in a transport
Wearing: Armor and standard side arm, give or take a pair of thermal detonators
Tagging: AoC
Post: 3


She had felt it the first few steps she made going into the tunnel...a breeze.
So it were a vent tunnel after all. It made sense as to it's seemingly appearing to be abandoned, as they rarely require any upkeep, unlike the rest of the storm drains themselves that occationally need clearing of debri.
Still, what remained of the storm tunnels after the invasion were up in the air...or buried so to speak.
Many tunnels had been decimated and caved in with all of the percussion bombing and whatnot. Karlie hadn't been there when the sith conquered, Concord Dawn.

It were by pure chance that her team had come upon this one and it definitely seemed to be a vent to the main infrastructure and networks of what remained of the working storm tunnels that lead to the Varos Shipyards, or what was left of it.
Again, she hadn't come to that privi info as to what still remained operational. All she were interested in was to get to the underground vaults....

They were at the edge of the drop which sloped down at an acute angle. One of her droids called it out at 54 degrees. Not something she could scale down on her own, not without a-

Swoot! Ssspang!.....
Just at that instant, one of the droids fired a harpoon anchor by her feet...Ok, so it were really more like a meter from her feet. But the blonde hadn't expected it as she instinctively drew her sidearm out at the loud sound, before realizing the droids were on mark with what she were thinking.
"Impressed..." She commented, holstering her sidearm.

"Now who's going down first?"

 

[Azel Moran]

SKREEWHEEEER-

BOOM

-WHEEEHeeheeheeheer

Moran set the gigantic angle grinder down and rolled his shoulders. The bulk of the industrial striking head lay on the old factory floor. The beskar gleamed where he'd cut it. A good twenty centimeters wide and forty long, it was a treasure and then some. There'd been a time when beskar was common enough to clad small fleets. Now the steel was rarer than a real Mandalorian.

The Force lifted both the grinder and the beskar block onto a hover trolley. All of the above followed Moran as he set off through the factory floor in search of more loot.

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Jai looked at the person who screamed oya to his question. He looked to Ina, who had her Trayc'kad resting on her arm. She couldn't really hold it two handed anymore anyway. The spoke between each other, but it wasn't Mando'a. It was quick and sharp. Seemingly more meant for commands than actual speech. He then looked at Nex and Daric before starting to laugh. He shook his head, looking at [member="Scherezade deWinter"] before speaking again, this time in Basic.

"Well you haven't shot us yet, and you obviously aren't Mandalorian. Still leave the question of who exactly you are?" It was then that he heard another voice. He turned, seeing [member="Atin Alo'ran"] there. He took a breath, surprised. "By Kad. It's been too long sense I've seen more vod here." So there was a Mandalorian, and someone who he didn't know. This was strange to him. He and his friends, his family, had spent so long with any outside help. Now there were suddenly more people here. It was then that he heard the bashing. The slamming of metal. Ina look over, keeping her weapon ready.

"That doesn't sound great."

[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] [member="Tobias Dib"] [member="Azel Moran"] [member="Hanna"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Renn Garrick"]