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Digging. Digging. Digging. (Ragnell Squadron)

Cularin Asteroids, Cularin System

It had been several months since the original agreement had been signed by the first Grand Marshal of the Confederacy and the former Vice-Chancellor of the Galactic Republic: a document which permitted the CIS to mine the asteroids of the Cularin System for a rather elusive element known as Adegan. As demonstrated by the collaborative research undertaken by the Black Sun Syndicate and the Confederacy, the crystals could be cultivated into much more than simply the heart of a lightsaber. With the right techniques, they could be utilized to craft cloaking devices which rivaled those created through the usage of Stygium. As such, a small delegation from the southern nation ventured forth with Cularin as the destination; intent upon making good on the agreement that had been made so long ago. The hour was late afternoon planetside when the quiet of space was disrupted by the sudden appearance of a trio of corvettes, each surging forth from the depths of hyperspace. Confederate in origin, these vessels were filled to the brim with mining equipment and droids that would handle scouring the system's rocks for the precious resource.

At the helm of one of the lead vessel was the beskar-clad Mandalorian known as Isley Verd. He, an officer within the Confederate military, had organized the day's venture with a singular purpose in mind. With the grand restructure of the nation's military forces in the wake of recent events came the necessity for the creation of a dedicated starfighter squadron. Currently identified as the Ragnell Project, the idea revolved around a small unit of stealth-centric fighters that would engage the enemy as silent as the grave. Tactical supremacy and all that joy. As such, in order to make the idea a reality, the first step had to be taken: securing the ingredients to make the aforementioned cloaking devices. Leaning over the central console, the Mandalorian then issued an order that reverberated over the vessel's PA system. "All mining personnel, you are cleared to begin. All else, report to the bridge so that we might monitor the progress." he said, repeating himself once more as was the norm. With that said, Isley awaited as the synthetic personnel began to launch from the hangars of the vessels alongside their mining equipment and turned his attention to the azure hologram which hovered before his eyes.

It depicted the totality of the Cularin Asteroids, with green dots representing the Confederate personnel. Like a small swarm of gnats, the green dots descended from the three vessels and began to take up their starting positions on the asteroids. At once, there was hope that the operation would go smoothly...but then crimson blips began to appear on the projection. A small cadre of ships, each smaller than a corvette, rocketed out of Hyperspace and began to make their way towards the mining operation. Their IFFs were clearly not the Republic, nor any other major government; but they were also clearly armed. What's more, they did not acknowledge the transmissions which were sent by the accompanying corvettes, which inquired who they were and their intentions. There was only one logical conclusion.

"Pirates." breathed the Mandalorian before sounding the alarm. He began to issue orders over the PA system once more with a sense of urgency in his voice. "All pilots to the hangar at once. Move to intercept those pirates. Keep them far away from the mining operation!"

[member="Esther Griffon"]
[member="Sophia Walsh"]
[member="Cambria Zadira"]
[member="CC-192 Storm"]
[member="Anastasia Verd"]
[member="Scythe Zervos"]
[member="Gavin Ovmar"]
[member="Judah Lesan"]
[member="Riki Tor'lor"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]
 

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